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SparklingTwilight
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562947
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Daybreaker,Other,Alternate Universe,Dark,Drama,Tragedy,Equestria at War,My Little Pony Comic,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death
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Sounds of Silence
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Necromancer Rosa Maledicta conquered the world. What comes next?
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complete
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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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teen
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2024-08-14T20:58:04+00:00
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2024-08-14T20:58:03+00:00
| 129 |
A new sprout flutters in the breeze in Maretime Bay.
Unbeknownst to Rosa Maledicta, deep beneath the ground, refugees stir in their vaults--constructed during the Great War to preserve and keep them safe.
Someday soon, the ponies and griffons and changelings and others ensconced deep within will return.
And with that, so too will war.
But also friendship.
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Discombobulated Soul
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562958
| 1 |
Luster Dawn,Other,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Carry the Light
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On the worst day of Luster Dawn's life, Harmony itself gives her wings.
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<p>Oftentimes, we can feel there is no hope left in the universe. Sometimes, life just feels so dim, bleak beyond anything. Luster Dawn feels this way and has for a while. </p><p>A surprise visit and new mission may give her the strength to overcome. Harmony sees her plight and it has chosen <i>her </i> of all creatures to carry its message. </p><p>Luster Dawn knows she isn't the right pony for this responsibility. Perhaps, however, Harmony can convince her otherwise.</p><hr/><p>My entry for <a href="/group/215333/beans-writing-group/thread/541572/the-new-blood-contest-second-edition" rel="nofollow">The "New Blood" Contest, Second Edition</a>. This story competes under the 'experiment with the form' bonus.</p><p>This story was finished at 11:08 PDT. Hopefully it still qualifies :/</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-08T06:06:56+00:00
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2024-08-09T05:07:48+00:00
| 117 |
Princess Twilight Sparkle's School of Friendship is a wonderful place.
It's a large building that casts a great shadow at every time of day. Partially engraved in the side of a mountain, many of its halls are naturally dark and cave-like. It has palpable age to it, with many stories engraved in its tired old walls and not all of them pleasant. Winding passageways, layered floors, and a troubling lack of guiding signs make navigating its interior a daunting and too-often frightening task.
But the school is a wonderful place.
During the day, it's filled with laughter, song, and a sense of community. Creatures from the world over with no connection to anything nearby get along perfectly. Tales are told, dances are held, joy is felt. The festivities are near endless, and so is the learning that occurs. The bonds that are forged. The love and light that emanates so strongly. During the day, Princess Twilight Sparkle's School of Friendship is a sight to behold.
Luster Dawn trudges through the darkened halls, a spiteful snarl grasping her muzzle. She pays no mind to the worn, cheery decorations in favor of glaring at the dusty floor. She ignores the bright colors and only sees the dim light hiding them. She focuses on the events of the past, feeling anger and sadness rise in equal measure. She looks around and observes the decrepit state of things without catching how glorious they are beneath.
Luster Dawn navigates the old, half-carved building with ease. She never so much as glances at where she's going or checks to see if she's on the right path. Luster knows the route; she's walked it many times before.
After some minutes of winding through the carved-out portion, Luster emerges into the built, manufactured section towards the front of the school. She has come through to the other side, but refuses to see it. Luster Dawn has such a brilliant mind with so much untapped potential. She's holding herself back.
This gifted unicorn exits her old school through its front entrance. She tramples through the overgrown yard, never once glancing up as she grumbles under her breath. The night sky twinkles above her, its splendor unseen. Distantly, Twilight's old castle can be made out, still bordering Ponyville and keeping vigilant watch over its residents. Those glittering crystal spires go unnoticed. Luster Dawn's eyes remain glued to the ground as she keeps walking.
Princess Twilight's old crystal castle is a wonderful place. Though its halls are now as vacant as Luster's teary eyes, the building retains all of its splendor. Through the years, it served perfectly as a place of growth and belonging. A gift, it brought joy and confidence to its recipient and still continues as a reminder to this day.
The castle has not worn. It has withstood the test of time with dogged perseverance. No dust lines its halls, no cracks ever appear on its walls, not a blemish to be found even all these years since being left empty. Twilight's old castle is a wondrous gift. It stands as a beacon to all who see it.
Luster Dawn does not see it; she still hasn't looked up yet. Still, she begins to head in its direction, crossing empty fields and weaving through scraggly trees. Luster is running on nothing but instinct, but that's okay. She's going the right way.
Luster's journey comes to a brief halt as her horn bumps into something. She stumbles back, rubbing it gingerly as she finally looks up. Somehow, she has arrived at the Castle of Friendship's front doors. She finds this odd, since she doesn't recall walking the distance or ascending the short stairway, but here she is.
With nothing better to do, the pony reaches up a hoof and knocks. The door feels heavy under her touch. Her hesitant strikes are turned into booming rumbles thanks to the crystal's resonance. She tilts her head curiously and waits, though she doesn't know what for. The castle is empty, has been for years.
After pausing outside the doors for some time and collecting her thoughts, Luster shrugs to herself and pushes against them. They swing open, slowly, but welcomingly. The interior seems inviting, like it's beckoning her inside. This castle is friendly to its guests and always will be. None who enter are shunned. All who make the journey are welcome.
Luster Dawn trots inside. A faint hint of curiosity sneaks onto her face, overpowering the anger and sadness even for just a moment. Slowly, gradually, she begins to notice things. She sees how the sheen of the walls has yet to fade. She feels the crispness of the crystal under her hooves, as fresh as the day it was grown. No dust has collected here. There is not a speck of grime anywhere. She was expecting cobwebs, but what she has discovered is so much nicer than that.
"Luster Dawn..."
The mare jolts, hearing her name whispered like a breath on the wind. She spins in place, but finds nothing. Hesitantly, she follows the voice and is led to a spiral staircase. It is enormous, hundreds of steps leading up into blackness, with no end in sight.
After much deliberation, Luster begins to ascend.
The path is rough. Immediately, she falters and almost grinds to a halt. Even while pushing through, shoving herself against the ground to keep climbing, the pain never eases. Luster starts hyperventilating, feeling attacks on all sides. She has come so far, but feels so hopeless. There appears to be no stop to this battle, no respite from her woes.
The staircase is long, grinding, miserable. Luster Dawn has never felt more alone in her life. It has become so dark now that she cannot see anything. There is no silver lining to cheer her up. She feels as though everything is lost.
But Luster Dawn presses on.
She continues upward, through the dark, through the misery, through her pain, through it all. She continues, despite not knowing why she should bother. Up she marches, determination coating her very being. She stumbles, bumps, and pushes to the top and suddenly the steps disappear. Suddenly, Luster is in a large room with a tall, vaulted ceiling and the staircase is behind her and her struggling was worth it and she's made it to the top.
Luster Dawn falls to the floor in awe as she looks up. Why?
I am here, at the top of this spire. I have been waiting, calling for her to come meet me. I am so happy she's here now, so proud of her accomplishments. I love Luster Dawn deeply. It brings me great joy to see her here.
"Luster Dawn," I greet her, my voice warm and resonant. She stumbles and glances around wildly, seeing nothing but an empty chamber. She feels my presence, however, and that is enough for now.
"W-who are you?! Where--!" Luster spins in place, her eyes sweeping the barren room she's found herself in. The staircase she came from has disappeared, replaced by a large window that both showcases a sleeping Ponyville and allows the night sky to shine in. I cause the room to warm, eliminating the chill she hadn't realized she was feeling and somewhat calming her troubled mind.
"You don't recognize me?" My voice has a teasing quality, as though I'm a childhood friend she hasn't seen in a few years. This is, after all, essentially our relationship.
"I--wait... " She pauses, her fear and indignation morphing into recognition and... well... even more indignation. "Harmony?! That was you calling me back there!" For a brief moment, the mare's face is lifted with joy. Then her frown returns and anger blossoms in her heart. "Why did you stop speaking to me? Why start again? Why now?!" I smile at this, though I know she cannot yet see it. This pony has never once stopped asking questions, not even on this, the hardest day of her life.
"My beloved Luster Dawn; it was not I who left you behind, but you who abandoned me." Luster jolts at this, but rather than lash out, she bows her head and contemplates. Deep in her heart, she knows my words are true. Though I can accomplish many things, lying is not one of them.
Luster begins to feel guilty and suddenly her despair is surging back. I wish to quell it with all my heart, but there are words that must be said first. I know how sorry she feels, but she has yet to learn that I've already forgiven her.
"I have called you, Luster. I thank you for answering." The mare jolts again, shaking her head as her brilliant mind digests this information. She looks around again in vain, then her indignation again resurges. I continue before she can speak out. "I have brought you here to fulfill my most grand of missions. You are one of my elect, Luster. I have great need of you."
My heart aches for her as she sits heavily. She is confused, troubled by my message, but even more so by herself. Luster has seen better days, but she's here. She's still striving.
"... me?" She asks, her voice small and timid. "Why me, of all creatures? You saw how badly I screwed up!" Her tone rises as she paces the room, glaring at various corners in hopes of eventually finding my face. "I am not the right pony for whatever you're about to ask. I--I can't..." Her mood swings are rapid and dramatic, but it has been a long time since we've interacted. Far too long. "I can't do anything right. I'm sorry, Harmony. I can't help you."
Still, my heart aches. Poor, gifted Luster Dawn has been through so much and come so far, only to break down at the very end. I stride forward until I'm right in front of the weeping pony. She glances up, only to stare through me and out the window, where a glorious night sky still shines. I reach forward and grasp her shoulders, then gently pull her into a hug. My embrace is warm, relieving, loving, and she all but melts into it.
"Oh, Luster Dawn," I coo, rubbing her shaking back as she sobs into my chest. "I'm so proud of you." She wails, clutching onto me as heaving shivers wrack her body. I am beginning to materialize for her, though she hasn't noticed yet. "Just let it all out. You're here. You're safe."
I wait patiently with her for much time. When the sobs lessen, I start to softly sing. She joins in once she's regained control of her breath, humming along while I continue to rub her back. She knows this song well. It used to be one of her favorites, back when the two of us were closer. I'm glad she remembers it.
In time, her pain recedes and I cease my ministrations. With a light touch on her chin, I guide Luster's gaze up into my eyes. "Luster, you know who I am," she nods, taking in my appearance with renewed awe, "but do you recall what I am?" She thinks for a moment, then frowns and shakes her head, chin still held in my gentle grasp. Luster Dawn is afraid--of giving a wrong answer, of incurring my wrath, of losing what comfort she has. I smile an invitation and pull her in close again. Immediately, her fear lessens. "Go on, Luster. Just give it a try." Hesitant, she coughs once and obeys.
"You are the guiding force that shapes everycreature's fate. You are the embodiment of our virtues as a society. You represent oneness, unity, strength. You're..." Luster grimaces, her next word taking much effort to produce. Once I make a prompting noise, she finally spits it out: "... friendship." My smile only grows, as does my joy. Luster knows what I am almost as well as she did all those years ago.
"All wonderful answers, Luster. Only, I hope I can be your friend as well." The mare blushes at this, ducking her head and nodding. "You did miss one thing, too."
Here, I release Luster and take several steps away. I flare my wings, framed perfectly in the window and proudly proclaim:
"I am Light."
Luster Dawn feels the power and truth in such a statement. I smile brightly, knowing she feels me stronger now than ever before. "You are not the first I've called and you won't be the last. Tell me, Luster," I sweep a wing towards the window, stepping away while it shifts and swirls with colors until settling on one image. "What do you see?"
The unicorn hums thoughtfully as she strides a bit closer. I settle myself right behind, ready to support at a moment's notice.
"This looks like a foreign city. Is it... New Griffonstone?" I nod, still smiling at the brilliant mare before me. She smiles back and does a little dance, at the end of which the picture changes.
"What about here?" Again, Luster thinks for a moment, but the answer comes to her soon enough.
"That's the changeling hive! Been there a few times." I know this, having been with her the whole way, if distant. Luster is so happy for herself; she loves answering correctly and gaining approval.
"One more," I say, gesturing to the window. This time, she's stumped for a good while before muttering her answer.
"... Klugetown." I grin at her and nod while she pumps a hoof in victory. My next question takes much less time, since she catches on so fast.
"What do those pictures have in common?" Luster is beginning to grow in confidence already, which brings me great joy. She contemplates my question as the window returns to normal. I am patient. I gaze out at Ponyville and Canterlot in the distance, smiling at the thought of all my little ponies. Turning my face skyward, I appreciate the array of stars this night has brought. They inspire awe, even to me. My loyal friend Luna does great work, even in her much-earned retirement.
"They... they were all dark?" Luster Dawn's answer is little more than an educated guess, but that's okay. She'll learn with time. I turn back around and nod at her, beaming. she smiles back, unsure, but still glad. I'm so glad she's here.
"The griffons knew my ways briefly, but their traditions are old and their instincts guide them to greed." The window returns to a still image of Griffonia's capital. At night, it's practically invisible with no lights on, while a cloud cover of pollutants blocks the sky from view as well. "The changelings remade their entire way of life, throwing away everything they knew to follow me. Still, they grow lax, and numerous tensions cause them to begin to forget me." Similar to New Griffonstone, the Hive is dark at night. However, there are still a few lights within, shining out into the darkness like fading threads of a treasured garment.
"And Klugetown?" Luster's curiosity simply will not rest. I love an inquiring mind and readily supply answers to those who listen.
"The residents of Klugetown have never known me. They spend their lives far from my presence and are miserable because of it." The window is completely black, but it's showing a picture of the place I'm describing. It's a wonder, really, how Luster Dawn named this place correctly on the first try. She knows it's the only city on Equus that could possibly be so black.
"Harmony, I..." Luster's mood begins to fall as I gaze at her, intent on listening. "It just, it seems like there's no hope for these places. These people, they..." She lights her horn and takes control of the window, flipping through the pictures and various others I've taken on my travels. "We reached the griffons and the changelings already! But now they just decide to ditch you and go back? And Klugetown, well," Luster sniffles a bit. I walk around and rest a wing across her shoulders. "We've tried so, so many times. It's hopeless!"
I wait as she composes herself, then answer back in the softest tone possible.
"Did you not leave me as well, Luster?" She jumps at the reminder, wiping her face with a fetlock. "Yet, here you are. You followed my voice and my calling. You are my chosen. Just as I believe in you, I also believe in all the people in every city you call 'hopeless'." Luster Dawn mulls this over as I turn, guiding her to a staircase that appeared behind us. This one isn't dark, nor large. "Come, I want to show you something."
I motion Luster to ascend first. After a slight pause, she does so. I am behind her every step of the way.
We emerge onto the roof of Twilight's old castle and immediately my guest lets out a gasp. All the way up here, at the very tip of the tallest spire, we can see for many miles all around. What strikes Luster Dawn immediately are all the lights. Ponyville is well-lit and clearly visible, but so is Canterlot, Cloudsdale, Appleloosa, Dodge City, and in the far distance, we can just barely make out Manehattan.
"You are not alone in your calling, Luster. There are people all around you who will support you in times of need." I gesture down at all the light, but it's frankly unnecessary; the unicorn is already staring down and around in total awe. "So long as my light remains, no situation is hopeless. I'm still here, aren't I?"
She doesn't answer. Only a few hours ago, Luster Dawn was moping through the streets and various locations from her past, only seeing darkness and failure. Now, her eyes are opened and she can see just how wrong she was to lose hope. In her place, I'd be speechless, too. "I will not rest until the whole world feels the power of friendship. I won't sleep until everyone feels loved and seen for who they are. This is what it means to spread my light; show every face you meet the joy you feel and the love they need."
By now, clouds have formed ahead of us. I prance right up onto them, undeterred, then look back at Luster. At this point I give her the chance--the choice--to follow. She observes me standing on the cloud, then glances back at the staircase we'd taken to get here. Luster deliberates, one final time.
Then, she decides to trust me and takes a step forward.
Her hooves touch the cloud, then depress it slightly. As she walks on, it holds her weight and begins to rise. Fearful, she squeaks and grabs onto my shoulder until the ascent comes to an end.
"You can open your eyes, Luster."
She does. What she sees is beautiful beyond words. It's the night sky again, but seen at this altitude it's an entirely new experience.
With a jolt, Luster whips her head around and stares in shock at the two feathery wings on her back. They flutter and twitch as though waving hello, then she turns to me with wide eyes.
"I need you, Luster Dawn." Leaning down, I rest my chin on her head, narrowly dodging a rather pointy horn. "I call on you to carry my light to all nations, kindreds, and people. Do you accept?"
Princess Luster Dawn no longer has need of deliberation. She trusts me with all her heart. She still has so much to learn, but all will come in due time. She won't be alone in her journey. There are others, so many others in all walks of life, ready to help in this great mission. There are even more who sleep, unaware of their potential to serve, that will soon receive the opportunity to do so. Silently, I urge all who may be listening to join in the work, no matter who or what or how they may be.
"Yes, Harmony."
I know her message will reach someone. Perhaps that someone will, like her, accept my call to action. All I ask from my carriers is to spread joy, love, and friendship through any means possible, small and simple they may be.
"Then go."
Princess Luster Dawn spreads her newfound wings and shoots off. Soon she appears as nothing but another star in the sky to me. I know where she is, though; she carries my light, and I hold her in my heart.
I will be with her.
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Sunray
|
562963
| 1 |
Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Spike,Starlight Glimmer,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Spike and the girls
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Spike is growing up and attractive girls are all around him.
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incomplete
| 26 | 2 |
<p>The dragon boy Spike returns to Ponyville from a long stay in Dragon Land. But something is wrong. Rarity and Twilight appear to be having an argument. Also, many people seem to have taken a strange interest in him. And to make matters worse, his own feelings are going completely crazy.</p><p>Contains classical Ecchi Harem Anime stuff.</p><p>This is a translation from my german Fanfiction "Spike und die Mädchen"</p><p>I'm sorry for the crappy title and eventual errors.</p><p>Feel free to correct me.</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-06T08:04:38+00:00
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2024-08-06T08:04:38+00:00
| 570 |
“Finally back home,” thought the dragon boy Spike as the train whizzed across the landscape of Equestria. He had spent two whole months with Dragon Lord Ember in the Land of Dragons, partly to act as a direct representative of Equestria but mostly to learn more about himself and his race.
Spike looked at his reflection in the window and absentmindedly ran his hand through his spiky green hair. He wasn't sure if he was satisfied with what he knew.
Dragonmen had an impulsive temperament. They were not made for long conciliatory conversations or compromises, even though there was the possibility of resolving a dispute with the help of a stronger fist.
At the beginning of his visit, the many growling and not particularly sociable dragon people made him very nervous. He was still a little dragon boy, a pimp and, to make matters worse, he had been raised by the effeminate pony people. He had been the butt of a cruel joke often enough that even the presence of his girlfriend Ember couldn't have helped him much. And he was supposed to teach the new dragon lord things like love and tolerance on behalf of the pony-human princess, which sounded to most of the dragon-men as if Spike had brought plague and cholera with him.
Dragonmen weren't exactly known for being open to such changes. Some people even feared an attempt by the pony people to overthrow the place once all the dragon people talked so softly, like this little wretch who was neither a dragon nor a pony.
Yes, the first few days hadn't been easy for Spike. Maybe he had expected too much from himself when he insisted on this trip and after the first day he was already thinking about running away and going back to Equestria.
But Ember quickly got rid of this nonsense, also because she had chained him to her, literally with an iron chain that she had never opened until he left.
“You want us to do things like pony people,” she had said as she closed the cuffs of the chain around his wrist. "Then you first have to understand the dragon people. That’s what you were here for.”
In the end, Spike had been taught more by the dragon people than the other way around.
He had always thought of them as beings who were just mean and brutal because they could, but the truth was much more varied. Dragonmen were brutal for a reason; they loved fighting and were tough. They weren't just mean, it was a kind of crude humor that only they understood. It wasn't that they didn't have friendships, quite the opposite. Dragon people were group-loving people who liked to get together and laugh a lot. Even if the laughter was like a multi-voiced bawl and never equaled the giggles of the pony people.
Over time, Spike's view of his race, which was so alien and uncomprehending to him, had changed.
Dragonmen weren't rude, they were honest.
They weren't uncouth, just boisterous.
They weren't incapable of loving, they just preferred to show it with headbutts and bruises.
But even when Spike understood all of this, he still wasn't a member of their community.
He had asked to stop making fun of him, but that had only made the mockery of him worse.
Ember had said, “You don’t get recognition or respect here for free. You have to earn it, fight for it.”
Spike had taken this to heart and shortly afterwards, when a particularly rude dragon man called Grob launched into a nasty tirade about Spike and, even worse, his pony friends, Spike had jumped up, marched across the stone table and told the guy a bowl full of lava punch smashed over his head.
"Listen," he had then said, grabbing one of the other dragon's horns with one hand and with the other hand sticking the handle of a fork into his nostril and slowly pushing it higher and higher. “You’re welcome to make fun of me for all I care. But if you insult my friends again, I'll pull the tiny lump in your beet that you call your brain out through my nose and eat it."
Grob had turned pale and said, "It's okay, it's okay," and when Spike had pulled the fork out of Grob's nose and turned around, Grob himself had jumped onto the table and grabbed Spike. But not to tear off his head, as he had almost feared, but to throw it into the air and catch it again, cheering and laughing.
From that point on, Spike had truly been a complete dragon man to everyone.
Now, however, he wondered if that would be enough for the princesses and Twilight. Spike had learned more about his origins, but his stay didn't really change anything about the dragon people.
Although... Ember had hugged him when he left, on her own initiative and not the other way around.
It might have been a small thing, but Spike thought it was a pretty big step for someone who was usually so stubborn. They just had to be content with what he had to show. This was an impulse that was fairly new to Spike himself.
A cloud of steam enveloped Spike as he entered the Ponyville train station and he waited for the fog to clear. He had been sitting in the last carriage and didn't want to accidentally bump into anyone. The train started moving again with a puff, dividing the cloud into hazy swaths.
"Isn't he there?"
"Maybe he didn't want to leave again."
"Spike?"
He heard familiar voices and his heart skipped a beat.
Outlines of people stood out behind the haze. Twilight and her friends Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash and Rarity were waiting for him, along with Starlight Glimmer and the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo.
Spike swung his bag over his shoulder and was about to say hello when suddenly someone (unmistakably Pinkie Pie) shouted in a cracking voice, "Twilight! There! There he is!” and pointed at him.
"SPIKE!"
Now his heartbeat almost stopped. He had expected that he would be missed, but he hadn't expected this.
Everyone pounced on him for a massive group hug.
Twilight got to him first, sweeping him off his feet and hugging him with tears in her eyes. "I'm so glad you're back."
Spike himself couldn't respond. He was still a boy, but well, he wasn't that small anymore and the sudden contact with Twilight's soft bust had practically left him speechless.
But he didn't even have time to answer. Other arms were already clinging around him and his face sank into Fluttershy's voluptuous breasts. He only heard her whisper softly, "It's good to see you again," when AJ grabbed him and squeezed him so hard that his bones cracked.
So it went on, from one to the other, or rather from breast to breast, like on an assembly line and without Spike being able to hear a single one of the hundred questions they had because his ears were ringing.
»How was it in Dragon Land? You have to tell me everything.”
“Were the other dragon people mean to you?”
“We’re throwing a party!”
“Did you eat properly?”
“Did you have to kick one of their asses?”
"A party!!"
"Did Amber treat you well too? If not, she can experience something!”
"You look good. But you haven’t grown a bit.”
“A PARTY!” Confetti and streamers flew through the air.
The Cutiemark Crusaders wrapped him in a group hug, Pinkie Pie almost smothered him in her caramel-smelling breasts, Rainbow Dash and Starlight luckily just put their arms around his shoulders but it wasn't until Rarity that his heart started beating again.
This, for him, the most beautiful girl of all time, got down on one knee to be level with him, placed her slim hands on his shoulders and gently but firmly pulled him to her. Her stem pressed against his chest and Spike could feel her heartbeat as his own suddenly rushed from one side of his ribcage to the other.
"Spikey," she said in his ear, rubbing her head against his. Then she placed a kiss on his forehead and Spike finally froze into a pillar of salt.
He stood there stock still, his stunned face bright red and his ears smoking.
"Great, Rarity," Rainbow Dash said accusingly. "Now you've broken it."
Rarity didn't pay any attention to her, but instead adjusted Spike's jacket, which drowned motionlessly in the depths of her blue eyes.
“Oh Spike, what you look like.”
None of Spike's clothing had survived the trip unscathed. Spike had been forced by the chain to take part in Princess Ember's fights and so a number of abrasions and scratches had appeared on him and his clothing.
“Was that Amber?” Rarity asked, her eyes suddenly glowing with anger. “When I get my hands on her!”
"No, it wasn't Amber." Spike finally found his speech again and raised his hands placatingly. “They were other dragon people. But it’s only half as bad.”
"Did you kick one of their asses?" Rainbow Dash asked excitedly.
“And how,” Spike said, sticking his thumb up and squinting slyly up at her. “Pulled a bowl over someone’s head.”
Rainbow giggled.
»But honestly, guys, the dragon people are really okay. They just have different views than us. They’re actually quite nice.”
"Then what is this?" Rarity snorted, pulling Spike's shirt up to his chin. There was an amicable hiccup in the group.
Bruises covered his entire body like a mosaic, interspersed with lines of scratches and abrasions.
"These are farewell greetings," Spike tried to explain quickly. »This is how we show that we care about someone and are thinking about them. Bruises are like souvenirs.”
Ember herself had given him a huge punch on the left shoulder after she had hugged him, which he could still feel now.
But when Spike cast a searching glance around, all he saw was a row of doubtful faces.
This made Spike a little angry. What did they expect? That he would come back with flowers and bathed in baby powder? He had been to Dragon Land! Either you were tough or you could disappear straight away. He also felt like he made really good new friends there.
“Honestly, guys,” Spike said, sullenly pulling his shirt back down. "Dragon people are nice. They just show it in a different way."
"Yeah, I can see that," Rarity said, wrinkling her nose. »Beating others black and blue. Something brutal like that.”
"I knocked out Ember's tooth," Spike replied dryly, pulling out a sharp canine that hung from a ribbon around his neck. Ember had had to tease and annoy him for three whole days and nights without giving him a second of sleep until Spike eventually lost his patience and lashed out with his fist. She had been very proud of him.
Rarity looked at him dumbfounded. "Spike," she stuttered, as if she didn't recognize him. "That...that's so..."
"Normal," Spike said clearly. “For dragon people.” And I am one of them.
Suddenly he felt as if he were standing alone on the wrong side of a deep ditch that separated him from the others. His visit to Dragon Land had probably changed him more than he had imagined.
"Okay," Twilight finally broke the silence and tried to put on a cheerful expression to bring the mood back into a more pleasant mood. »I think we can totally trust Spike on that. If he says the dragon people are nice, then they are. I mean, who better to judge than him? But now it's time for us to go home. You've had a long drive and you're probably very tired."
"And you need to be rested," Pinkie Pie came to her aid. “There’s a big welcome back party for you tonight.”
"And we still have a lot to prepare," Twilight said in agreement and she and the others started moving.
Spike wanted to follow them, but Rarity held him back for a moment until the others were out of earshot.
He looked at her questioningly.
"It's okay, Rarity," Spike said, hands raised in embarrassment at the wet glint in her eyes. "I'm doing well."
She hugged him again, this time tighter, as if she didn't want to let him go."Okay," he gasped, glad he could even form words because his raised hands were filled with Rarity's soft breasts. She didn't seem to notice it herself. “Now I can’t be mad at you.”
Rarity let go of him and kissed him on the cheek again. It was melting.
“Where are you guys?” Applejack called to the two of them.
"We're coming, darling."
Rarity took Spike's hand and led him along, not letting him go for a second.
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562963
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Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Spike,Starlight Glimmer,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Spike and the girls
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Spike is growing up and attractive girls are all around him.
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<p>The dragon boy Spike returns to Ponyville from a long stay in Dragon Land. But something is wrong. Rarity and Twilight appear to be having an argument. Also, many people seem to have taken a strange interest in him. And to make matters worse, his own feelings are going completely crazy.</p><p>Contains classical Ecchi Harem Anime stuff.</p><p>This is a translation from my german Fanfiction "Spike und die Mädchen"</p><p>I'm sorry for the crappy title and eventual errors.</p><p>Feel free to correct me.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-11T19:18:37+00:00
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2024-08-12T05:53:03+00:00
| 323 |
Spike had never really thought about how many mostly female friends he had. Until recently he had been indifferent to the looks of his ponyhuman friends, but now that he was back among them, he couldn't help but notice every attractive detail of each one.
Rainbow was by far the most athletic of them. She wore a white jacket over her black top that only reached her belly button. She probably had the smallest breasts of all, but the tight shorts shaped her ass into a little firm feast for the eyes as her rainbow-colored tail swung from side to side.
Applejack, on the other hand, was stronger. She was practically the picture of a country beauty, with her long blonde hair and tanned orange skin. She had one of her big brother's open shirts knotted under her breasts, giving her a deep neckline, and seductive apple cheeks bulged in her jeans.
Pinkie Pie was, in a word, voluminous. It started with her puffy pink hair, which was reminiscent of cotton candy. Her voluptuous stem bounced up and down under a light blue T-shirt as she hopped along, but even more dangerous was the yellow short frilly skirt she wore underneath, which, through her sweeping movements, kept teasing Spike with perhaps a quick glimpse of her panties catch.
Fluttershy had been practically blessed by nature, with a slender, almost petite frame, endowed with a veil of long, straight pink hair that reached to the beginning of the green skirt that hung around her hips and two massive mounds that hung beneath her sleeveless Turtleneck shirt grew out.
Starlight stood out from the others with her slightly daring style, with boots, ripped jeans and a vest over her shirt. She had neither too much nor too little on her body, neither the biggest breasts nor the firmest butt. She boasted a figure that could only be described as adorably poised. Everything was in its place without distracting attention from the rest of her. And that swing of her hips! Haleluja!
The Cutiemark Crusaders were nothing to sneeze at either. They were still children, but even Spike could see the first curves growing on their bodies. Soon they would be true beauties.
Twilight...
No, not Twilight!
Spike shook his head to clear those thoughts from his mind.
What did he think of? How could he think that way about his friends! What was wrong with him?
The sight of his girlfriends had never irritated him so much, he had never felt this strange feeling in his stomach and his heart had never fluttered so much at the mere thought of touching one of them in certain places. His palms began to sweat and he swallowed hard. Spike knew where these low thoughts came from.
Although he had always been chained to Ember, he had spent a lot of time with other dragon kits who were a little older than him. This band had opened a door of thought in his brain that had previously been closed and unnoticed inside him and had given him ideas and thoughts that he would never have dreamed of.
They had made their rough jokes about who they would do it with and how they would do it, seeing it as their duty to introduce the ignorant Spike to the art of contemplating a girl's beauty to the fullest and to what features of the body he could had to attach particular importance.
Only once had Ember more or less participated in these conversations. The question arose as to why Spike, who was with Ember at all times, day and night, didn't try anything with her. Spike had answered, and it was true, that she always kicked him away when he came too close to her in his sleep, whether in an innocent attempt at a cuddle or by accident in his deep sleep.
One of the dragon kits had been bragging about what he would do in Spike's place and, unfortunately, had been a little too loud. Ember had slammed it unsharpened into the ground.
After that, Spike had made sure to stay on his side of the bed at all times.
But that door in his head had never closed completely again, but was only left ajar, ready to spring open at every opportunity, no matter how small, and now there seemed to be a flame burning behind it that just didn't want to go out, but only kept getting bigger and hotter.
Okay, maybe that sort of thing was normal when he looked at the others. But not with Twilight!
He loved her just as much as Rarity, just in a different way. He would never allow himself to have such base and dirty thoughts about her. Even though she was a beauty, her hair shimmered in the light, her body was full of gentle curves, and Spike was just tall enough to fit his head between her legs...
Not again!
Spike shook his head vigorously again.
"Is everything okay, Spike?" Rarity asked, still holding his hand.
Spike was sure that his ideas could be read from his face and preferred to look down at his shoes.
"It's okay," he murmured, his blood turning his face red.
Rainbow nudged Applejack and whispered. "He's probably excited to hold hands for the first time."
Applejack grinned widely and leaned towards him with her hands clasped behind her back. "He's already blushing."
“Not true!” Spike said indignantly. He was tempted to pull his hand out of Rarity's grip, but she simply tightened her fingers around his.
"Just don't listen to them, Spike," she said with a superior look on her face. "They're both just jealous."
Twilight turned to them. Spike was the only one who didn't notice how her eyes narrowed a bit at the sight of his hand in Rarity's hand, but the others did.
"I think," she said, a certain coolness in her voice, "Spike is perfectly capable of walking without your help, Rarity."
"Oh, love." Rarity met Twilight's gaze and her smile was just as cold. "I don't mind at all."
"But Spike is no longer a child who needs to be held by the hand all the time." It was clear that Twilight would not tolerate any contradiction.
"But I'm sure," Rarity said, pulling Spike a little closer to her, "that Spike won't have a problem with it."
They had stopped. Rarity and Twilight were smiling, but sparks seemed to fly between them.
"Great job, you two," Starlight murmured to Applejack and Rainbow Dash, who rubbed their heads in embarrassment.
Spike had no idea what was going on, but his friends were definitely acting extremely strange. He had never experienced such tension between the two of them.
Everyone in the group suddenly felt like they were standing in the middle of an icy snowstorm.
"So it's not so bad if Rarity takes him by the hand," Fluttershy spoke up hesitantly, earning an angry look from Twilight that silenced her.
"But he's really not a little kid anymore," Applejack said, and Rainbow Dash added, "We don't want people to get the wrong impression." The two of them shot there mouths by Rarity's sharp look.
Spike wondered what that meant, but Pinkie Pie was already jumping around him.
"I want to hold Spike's hand too," she cheered, grabbing Spike's arm. "Oh wow! He's really got some muscles," she exclaimed and began to feel him up carefully.
"Stop it, Pinkie!" hissed Twilight and Rarity and Pinkie jumped back in shock.
"Um, well..." Spike said, Twilight and Rarity's eyes suddenly digging into him. "Um, well..."
He just didn't know what to say. The two ponygirls' stares practically pinned him down.
Luckily, at that moment, Sweetie Belle appeared at Spike's side and tugged on his sleeve.
"Spike, come with me. We have to show you something." She pulled him along and Spike's hand slipped out of Rarity's.
"Spike!"
"I'll be right back," Spike said, stumbling after Sweetie Belle, who walked briskly toward Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, who were waiting for them at an apple cart. "Thank you," he whispered to Sweetie Belle. “I think you just saved my life.”
"Hey Spike," Apple Bloom called, loud enough for the entire street to hear. "Try one of these apples. I bet they didn't exist in Dragon Land." Without hesitation, AJ's little sister rammed an apple between his teeth, cutting off his oxygen supply.
“What's that now?” asked Spike, choking on the apple.
“Psst!” said Scootaloo. “Just play along.”
“And look at these,” Apple Bloom said loudly again, picking up a few more in her hands. “I kicked them out of the tree myself.”
"Hng!" Spike just couldn't get that stupid apple out of his mouth. He doubled over trying to pull it out and hit his chest"
“Uh-oh. I think that was too much," said Apple Bloom, turning pale.
"He's going to suffocate," Sweetie Belle gasped in shock.
"Guys, the others are watching," Scootaloo warned.
Spike was turned to face the car, where he braced himself with one hand and tried to free the apple from his jaw with the other.
"Act naturally," he heard Scootaloo's voice over the noise in his head.
He gasped, or at least he tried to.
"He's already blue!" Sweetie Belle tried to hold him upright.
"Oh yes, Spike," Apple Bloom called again to the others. “There was something else we wanted to show you.”
"Really? What?" Scootaloo asked irritably and received a meaningful kick from Sweetie Belle. "OW! Oh yes! The thing!” she then chimed in. "The thing that is not here, but somewhere else. This one thing, yes!”
They grabbed Spike, who was hanging half-dead around their shoulders, and dragged him along.
"We'll be right back!" Apple Bloom called out to the others.
They dropped Spike to his knees behind a row of stacked boxes and sheer panic spread among them like excited chickens.
“His eyes are already bulging!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.
“That was way too much, Applebloom!” said Scootaloo reproachfully.
"What do we do now?"
"Krrrrrg!" said Spike.
Suddenly he was pulled back to his feet by Sweetie Belle. »Grab him! “Hold him!” she ordered her friends. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo wrapped their arms around Spike while Sweetie Belle reached for the apple in Spike's mouth and braced a foot against his shoulder.
“And now---PULL!”
Sweetie Belle ripped and the other two pulled and with a loud pop the apple finally slipped out of Spike's mouth, the dragon boy and the two pony girls fell backwards onto the ground while Sweetie Belle held the apple raised high in her hand.
“Is everything okay, Spike?” She knelt next to him, worried.
Spike gasped for air. "Than...thank you," he managed. “Are you crying?”
"No. Nonsense,” said Sweetie Belle, wiping her wet eyes with her sleeve. "I was just scared, that's all."
As Spike tried to sit up, panting, she pushed him back with her hands on his shoulders. “Slow down,” she warned. "Take a deep breath first."
"I'm the one who needs to breathe," Apple Bloom whined under Spike.
"You can now stop staring deeply into each other's eyes and finally get off us," said Scootaloo, who was buried under Apple Bloom and Spike.
"We don't look deeply into each other's eyes," Sweetie Belle objected forcefully and helped Spike stand up.
"No, of course not."
“Scootaloo!”
Spike didn't pay any attention to them, but carefully looked around the boxes. Twilight and Rarity stood far apart while the others tried to speak to them in hushed tones.
“What’s wrong with them?” Spike wondered aloud.
Apple Bloom leaned on his shoulders and also glanced around the box.
“We don’t know,” she whispered, as if she were afraid she could be heard. "But it's been going on for a long time."
“They seem to be having an argument.”
"It looks like it."
“Why?” Spike asked, confused.
"We don't know," Apple Bloom admitted angrily. “Nobody tells us anything.”
"Rainbow Dash says they don't all get together anymore. Only if one of the other two isn't there," Scootaloo noted, crouching down next to Spike.
"The last time Rarity and Twilight were together, they had a big fight," said Sweetie Belle, standing between her friends. "That was in the boutique. I was upstairs but couldn't understand what they were saying. Rarity ended up throwing Twilight out and slamming the door.”
"This is bad," Spike muttered. This was really not how he had imagined his return home. As soon as he got home, he discovered that the two girls he loved most were at odds. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't gone to Ember...
"Don't worry about it," Sweetie Belle said encouragingly, noticing Spike's indignant face. "They'll get along again. You know, elements of friendship and all that stuff.”
“Yeah, exactly.” Apple Bloom squeezed his shoulders. "If you want, we can try to find out what happened."
“That sounds great,” Scootaloo said. "The Cutiemark Crusaders in an undercover investigation."
"What do you say to that, Spike?" Sweetie Belle asked and everyone moved closer to the dragon boy.
Spike realized at that moment how close these girls were to him. They pushed him against the box and probably wouldn't let him go until he gave them an answer they liked. All three looked at him expectantly with their big, beautiful eyes and his inner flame spoke up again.
“Say it,” Apple Bloom demanded and moved closer.
"Yes, say it," Scootaloo insisted taking a step at him.
“Please, Spike,” Sweetie Belle begged and closed the tight semicircle they formed around him. "We'll do anything for you." Their faces were only centimeters away from hi and Spike realised, there was no way out for him.
"Um...okay," Spike said, pressed close to the crate.
Then something suddenly flashed from the corner of his eye. Spike, who had experienced unexpected bursts of fire during his visit to Dragon Land, wrapped his arms around the heads of the Cutie Mark Crusaders and pulled them to the ground with him before he could shout down.
But, there was no Fire.
“Am I interrupting you?” a voice suddenly asked and all four turned their heads to the side.
With slightly red cheeks, Starlight unexpectedly stood next to them and looked at them with an slightly embarrassed smile.
Spike's heart had been beating so loudly that he hadn't even heard her teleport to them.
He immediately understood that this situation had to give a false impression. He was lying half on the floor and had three pony girls' heads under his arms, which he had actually wanted to press against his body for protection. Instead he pushed their faces into his own lap
You could only have misunderstood that! And by the look on Starlight's face, she did.
"It's not what it looks like!" he blurted out immediately.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle jumped up, exchanged a quick look with each other and could only stare at the floor in embarrassment, only Scootaloo was taken aback.
“What does it look like?” she asked.
"Don't ask," said the two red-faced Cutie Mark Crusaders, pulling Scootaloo to his feet.
Starlight looked from one to the other, a mixture of confusion and embarrassment evident in her attempt at a smile. Shaking her head, she came back to her senses and said, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... well, I didn't think that all three of you would... I'll just go and pretend that's all never happened. Excuse me.”
She turned around.
"Wait, Starlight," Spike called after her desperately. "It's not what you think! We just-"
Starlight put her hands over her ears and said loudly, “Lalala! I can't hear anything! I have not seen anything!"
“Starlight!” Spike pleaded, grabbing her wrist. “Please just listen for a moment!”
"We were just offering our services to Spike," Sweetie Belle quickly explained.
"Your services?" Starlight repeated.
"Don't say it like that," Spike snapped.
Apple Bloom nodded vigorously. "Yes, he really, really needs it!"
"He needs it?" There was disbelief in Starlight's voice.
“Guys, seriously. That's not helpful!" Spike whined.
"We will do everything for him too!" Scootaloo's look was one of absolute determination. "Absolutely everything!"
"Do anything for him?" Starlight's voice was thin with shock.
“You know what, I give up!” Resigned, Spike let go of Starlight.
"Spike." Starlight was pale and her face seemed unable to decide which of the seemingly thousand emotions it should express. It chose a grimace that was somewhere between dismay, indignation and approaching brain death.
"I didn't know you were so mature. I must have missed that,” she added with a twitching eye.
"Am I the only one who doesn't understand what she means?" asked Scootaloo, while everyone else's face blushed.
Starlight murmured, "Maybe it's not so far-fetched that Twilight and Rarity..."
Spike immediately listened up.
"Starlight, do you know what's going on with Rarity and Twilight?" he asked.
Starlight bit her lip, as if something had slipped out that she shouldn't have said.
The little dragon boy clawed his fingers into the hem of Starlight's shirt. “If you know anything, please tell me!”
There was probably enough desperation in his voice because Starlight's expression softened and she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She seemed to just discard the previous scene like a bad idea.
"All I know is that you should go to them quickly," she said encouragingly. "Now that you're back, the two of them will get along again. They're having a little argument, it's best to just ignore it. Don't interfere. You have nothing to do with it, okay?”
Well, that was clear. He had been away the whole time, so how could he have anything to do with a fight between the two of them? He just trusted that she was right.
"Okay," he said.
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562963
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Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Spike,Starlight Glimmer,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Spike and the girls
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Spike is growing up and attractive girls are all around him.
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incomplete
| 26 | 2 |
<p>The dragon boy Spike returns to Ponyville from a long stay in Dragon Land. But something is wrong. Rarity and Twilight appear to be having an argument. Also, many people seem to have taken a strange interest in him. And to make matters worse, his own feelings are going completely crazy.</p><p>Contains classical Ecchi Harem Anime stuff.</p><p>This is a translation from my german Fanfiction "Spike und die Mädchen"</p><p>I'm sorry for the crappy title and eventual errors.</p><p>Feel free to correct me.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-20T16:11:00+00:00
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2024-08-20T16:10:59+00:00
| 174 |
When they went back to the others, everyone had the most fake smile on, only Fluttershy looked nervously back and forth between Rarity and Twilight as if one of them was about to explode and there was still a conflagration-like tension in the air that no one was aware of could overplay.
Twilight gave Spike a look like she did when he snacked unnoticed. A look that said: I don't know what you've done, but I'll figure it out.
"I found them at Donut Joe's," Starlight lied with presence of mind, which the dragon boy and the Cutie Mark Crusaders confirmed with vigorous head nods. “Spike tried the new mango-pineapple-tomato milkshake.”
Spike wished she had left that last part out. He hated tomatoes and Twilight didn't seem to have forgotten that. Her eyes narrowed a touch.
"What's wrong, Spike?" Rarity asked. Concerned, she placed a hand on his forehead. "You're very pale."
Using unicorn magic, Spike was pulled away from Rarity and a second later found himself floating in the air next to Twilight.
"He's fine," she said, a smile sharp as a knife flashing across her lips. "He must have just had a long and exhausting day."
"Yes, exhausting is a good word for it," Spike sighed, without anyone noticing.
"If that's really the case, then I'll be happy to help you carry it," Rarity offered.
"No!"
Luckily, Twilight let him sink back to his feet. He didn't even want to imagine what people would say about him in Dragon Land if it came out that he had to be carried home like a small child.
"Guys," Applejack said in a warning tone, and Spike didn't miss the fact that her eyes were clearly on him. “What were we just discussing?”
Rarity's shoulders straightened as if she had to suppress a retort. Then, with all the politeness at her disposal, she said, “Of course. I'm sorry, Twilight."
Applejack and the others seemed to sigh internally. Spike decided to follow Starlight's advice and not interfere.
"But you certainly don't mind if I go next to him, do you?" Challenge was suddenly in Rarity's voice and once again the breath was held in unison.
Twilight's mouth twisted as if she had bitten into a lemon.
“Of course not,” she replied with the same distant politeness.
"Man, that's kind of creepy," Scootaloo muttered.
And Spike couldn't agree more.
When they finally set off, Spike was taken into the middle by Rarity and Twilight. He should have been happy about that, but to be honest, he didn't feel at all comfortable about it. He could practically feel the tension between the two.
An almost endless five minutes later, they had finally reached Twilight's castle. They gathered in front of the large archway.
"I'm looking forward to a hot cup of tea," said Spike, who suddenly had an idea and added, turning to the others. “Are we having a tea party?”
"Oh yeah," said Twilight, leaning on Spike's shoulders in a welcoming voice. “Everyone just come in, please.”
Strangely enough, everyone suddenly turned pale at her words and seemed to be in a hurry.
“I still have sooooo much to prepare,” Pinkie Pie said with a sweeping gesture that made her breasts jiggle up and down.
“And I still have some things to do on the farm,” Applejack sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
Rainbow Dash stretched with pleasure. "I think I'll take a little nap before we start."
»I still have to feed some of the little animals. I'm sorry, Spike,« Fluttershy whispered.
"And I think I still have some preparation to do," said Rarity, her gaze not directed at Spike, but at Twilight. "Don't I?"
Twilight's fingers dug harder into Spike's shoulders as she stepped closer. "I think so," she replied.
Spike looked questioningly at Starlight, who made a gesture with the palm of her hand. It seemed to mean staying calm.
Spike was a little disappointed. He had hoped to be able to sort out Twilight and Rarity's differences over a leisurely tea session.
"Do not worry. The Cutie Mark Crusaders will figure out what's going on," Sweetie Belle whispered in his ear as she hugged him goodbye.
"We'll have the best welcome back party you've ever had," Pinkie promised, skipping away happily.
Rarity also hugged him again, even though he didn't feel comfortable because he heard Twilight growling for some reason.
Spike waved after Rarity until Twilight suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into the castle.
"Come with me. There is still a lot to do,” she said. “You have to tell me everything about Dragon Land.”
“You mean right now?” He had imagined he would first have a bite to eat and then hit his ear. But knowing Twilight, she had already planned the entire day in great detail.
“Of course!” Twilight beamed from ear to ear. Her thirst for knowledge was ignited and wanted to be quenched immediately. Suddenly she seemed to be her old self again.
"Twilight," Starlight said cautiously. “Perhaps Spike would like to arrive and unpack his things first.”
Twilight glanced at Spike's bag, which he was carrying over one shoulder. Then her horn lit up for a second and the bag disappeared in a flash of light. Another flash and suddenly all three of them were sitting in soft armchairs around a round table in a study. The entire room was filled with stacks of books that almost reached the ceiling (Spike could decipher Matty Mayham's Dragonlike Democracy, A Thousand Interesting Things About Dragon People, and The Far Isles), as well as labeled boards and piles of paper. Apparently Twilight had dedicated this study entirely to the study of dragon people.
"Problem solved," Twilight said happily, levitating several pages of paper and a quill to her. “So we'd better start with a comprehensive report. I hope you took notes. How was your first day in Dragon Land? Or should we start with something simple? I made up a little true or false game. I'll mention some common claims about Dragon culture and you'll either bear witness to them or refute them as clichés. But we could also put together some statistics. On a scale of one to ten, how hard do you think it would be for the average pony person to make a dragon person a friend?"
"Twilight." Sighing in resignation, Starlight let her forehead fall into her palm. "That's not actually what I meant by arriving."
Twilight, who had a page-long list of self-written questions in front of her while sorting through a stack of cue cards, looked up.
“Oops,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “I think I got a little carried away.”
"Everything's still the same," Spike grinned.
Starlight rose pointedly and said, "I actually meant something like having a cup of tea or something."
"Great idea," Spike said, jumping to his feet as well. »Anything better than throwing yourself straight into work.«
“All right,” said Twilight, putting down her papers a little disappointedly and following the two of them.
Spike was very grateful to Starlight. He probably wouldn't have been able to talk Twilight out of an endless round of quizzes on his own. Even if that was more or less her way of welcoming him.
In Dragon Land he hadn't had to worry about any statistics or meticulous lists and, to be honest, that was what he missed the least.
Spike was just about to squeeze through the piles of books and papers strewn across the floor when he stumbled. He hit a particularly thick tome with his toes and lost his balance. He slammed headfirst into a tall tower of books, followed by a strangled scream. The tower began to sway and Spike could already see the wall of pages and leather bindings rushing towards him when something soft trapped him. When he opened his eyes again, the books were floating frozen in the air, only half an arm's length away from him and the soft thing that was around him was Twilight, who was hugging him protectively. Her and Starlight's horn glowed as they placed the books back on the stack.
Spike's breath hitched. Not because he had just been nearly beaten to death, but because he could feel Twilight's fingers through his shirt and her pressing his head right into the well-endowed spot above her heart.
His face burned almost as much as his inner flame.
"Is everything okay, Spike?" he heard Starligt's dull voice.
Spike could only utter a quick, slurred, "Everything's fine."
»It's okay, Twilight. You can let go of him now.”
But Twilight wouldn't let him go. She tightened her arms around Spike and he felt her nose in his hair.
“T-Twilight?”
Then she let go of him and stood up again.
"You smell," Twilight said with a twisted mouth.
Spike's reddened face paled. In all his time in Dragon Land, he hadn't even bathed with water. Dragonmen preferred bubbling pools of lava to tubs of heated water, which Spike understood all too well. But hot lava didn't have the same effect as water and soap, which is why Spike still had the heavy smell of smoke and molten rock. An aroma that dragon people preferred to the pony people's bottled floral scent.
"Time for a bath," Twilight said sternly, and before Spike could run away, she had sent him into the air again with her magic.
"No Twilight, please don't!" he screamed desperately. “Please no bathe!”
"Don't act like that, Spike," Twilight said, leading the struggling Spike with her and Starlight waving sympathetically after him.
"Please Twilight," Spike pleaded. “Dragon people who bathe with water, that’s unnatural!”
“Oh, you’re just making that up.”
“No, that’s really true!”
"Come on, Spike, this will be fun," Twilight said, then added, "I can't remember the last time we bathed together."
For a moment Spike thought he had misheard.
“You want to bathe with me?!” The last time they had done that, Twilight herself had been a child. "Really now?!"
"Naturally. You can also tell me all about Dragon Land while you're bathing. Or would you think it's so bad to bathe with me?" Twilight's voice actually sounded a bit offended.
"No, well, that wouldn't be bad," Spike stammered hypocritically. Of course it would be bad for him. Dragonmen liked to bathe, almost exclusively, in company, but with a few exceptions, this only ever happened with members of their own gender. He had always bathed with Ember blindfolded, but Spike was sure Twilight didn't have a blindfold ready for him. Besides, there was a small part of him that would definitely enjoy it. His Inner Flame was literally dancing with excitement at the mere idea.
If she were serious, Spike, despite all his moral values and intentions, would not be able to help but react accordingly to the sight of her naked body. After all, he wasn't so small anymore.
Foam. foam and steam. Everywhere.
Spike wondered how he could have ended up in this situation. He sat in the bathtub, or rather in the huge heated basin that filled almost half of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible as he stared at the tiles on the wall. The water was literally up to his neck.
Twilight hadn't lied when she said she wanted to bathe with him. She was just undressing. Spike could clearly hear the rustling of their clothes. When she closed the door, all he could think of was to run forward and Spike jumped into the pool as quickly as possible. At least there was enough room to avoid Twilight.
Anyway, what was the point of all this? Why did Twilight suddenly want to get in the tub with him?
But that question lost all its meaning when he heard Twilight approaching.
Oh, damn! She was really serious!
Luckily it was a long bubble bath and Spike gathered as much foam around himself as he could and pretended to be busy building foam castles.
Sighing, Twilight sank into the water. There was no escape now. And mixed in with his excitement was something else; the appeal of perhaps taking a look.
But he couldn't just stare at her like that. Something like that was simply not appropriate. He would just concentrate on the whitecaps. Exactly. Beautiful soft whitecaps stretching up in front of him. Spike had always been a good foamcap designer. He could build entire palaces and sailing ships out of the white foam, mountains and valleys and whatever else came to his mind. But at the moment he was trying so hard not to look at Twilight that he didn't really pay attention to his hands and was quite surprised when his creation was two huge round mounds. He smashed it before Twilight could get a look at it.
He had to admit one thing, you couldn't do something like that in lava.
Twilight stretched her arms above her head and lifted her leg out of the water.
Concentrate on the foam, Spike kept telling himself, piling up a large white tower in front of him. Focus on the foam.
For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence for Spike.
Then Twilight suddenly said, "And Spike, how did you like Dragon Land?"
“Pretty good,” he said without turning around and tinkered with the foam tower.
“Just okay?” Spike could practically feel Twilight raising an eyebrow. "That's all?"
"Well, I learned a lot," he added. »The way dragon people are. Why they do what they do. Why they don't do what they don't do. And why they do things the way they do or don't do them."
He instinctively grabbed the spot where Ember had punched him.
"I really learned a lot, including about myself."
In Dragon Land he had dared to do things that he had never even imagined and suddenly he felt much closer to his distant, unknown clan. He looked thoughtfully at his hand, which was covered in thick calluses, and clenched a fist. The dragon people had somehow... brought him further. He couldn't describe it any other way.
While he was silent, Twilight had apparently approached him quietly and Spike jumped when she came close to him. Her slender legs flanked him left and right. If he would just turn around now... No!
Spike wanted to flee to the safety of the sea of foam, but two hands gently pushed him to the ground.
"T-Twilight, what are you doing?" Spike grabbed a large pile of soap foam and pulled it in front of him.
"I know you're not going to like it," she said, and two bottles appeared in front of him, "but we need to give you a good wash."
A second later, Twilight's fingers were running through his soapy hair. At first Spike wanted to protest. He's been able to wash himself for years. But then he found it quite relaxing. Just like before. In any case, Twilight really didn't seem to see it as anything other than a reminder of the time they both planned in a small, cramped tub. So why shouldn't Spike take it the same way? After all, he had been gone for months.
He let the flame be in his inner flame and enjoyed the cozy warmth and Twilight's hands running over his head.
“Did you like it in Dragon Land too?” asked Twilight.
"Yes, very much so," Spike said bluntly.
“And did you miss us too?”
The question puzzled Spike a little. “Of course I missed you.”
Twilight's hands moved down his neck and with a sponge she rubbed his shoulders, which had the dragon people's farewell gifts emblazoned on them, as well as his back and arms.
"Did it hurt?" Twilight asked.
"A little," Spike admitted. "But in Dragon Land you have to be tough." He also liked all those markings on his body. He could identify the originator of every mark and scratch on it.
"That's not what I meant," Twilight argued, which puzzled Spike even more. "I meant whether..."
She became quieter and fell silent.
"Twilight?"
"Now look at how dirty you are," she suddenly said in an unusually high voice and scrubbed at Spike so hard that he thought she was trying to skin him. “It all has to go down very quickly.”
The water around Spike became more cloudy with every second and Twilight only washed his shoulders.
"What kind of dirt is all this?" Twilight's question sounded more directed at herself than at Spike, but his answer was almost automatic.
»This is ash sand. This is what dragon people rub themselves with after every lava bath.”
A thick, solid layer had fallen on him and now the soft skin underneath was revealed again.
“So the lava bathing thing is really true?” Twilight asked curiously.
»Oh yes! Hot water is nice and all, but there’s nothing like a real lava bath.”
“Because you don’t have to wash your hair,” Twilight teased.
»Foam and lava just don't work together. But a lava bath is much more important than you might think. The dragon people have their own culture. The best pools are reserved for the clan heads and no one else is allowed in there. Ancient dragon people even prefer to die in a lava bath because it is said to be very pleasant. It’s called taking the last bath.”
"Aha," Twilight said interestedly. "Stand up."
Spike stood up, fingers digging tightly into his towel so Twilight could wash his back. A brief moment passed. Maybe because Twilight looked at the bruises on his back, or because she saw that he had gotten a better figure during his time in Dragon Land. Twilight propped herself up on her knees, holding him with one hand as she cleaned his back. “Go on,” she said.
It took Spike a moment to find the thread again. She was so close to him that he could feel her breath on his skin. A blast of air that fueled his inner flame.
“Others sit in it so long that they grow attached to the stone,” he finally continued. "Besides, such a bath is said to have an... amorphdisiac effect."
Twilight paused. “A what?”
"An amorphdisiac effect?" Spike said uncertainly. “Or was it maphrodisiac?”
“Do you mean an aphrodisiac effect?”
Spike missed Twilight's slightly strained voice and was about to continue talking to distract himself from the increasing heartbeat in his chest, but Twilight beat him to it: "So all dragons bathe together and not separately?"
Was there a reproachful coolness in her voice?
"Almost," Spike said quickly. »Most dragon people bathe separately, men and women. But there are exceptions..."
"What exceptions?" Twilight asked immediately, her grip tightening as if to stop him from running away.
"Sometimes entire clans bathe together," Spike explained quickly, starting to feel a little uncomfortable. "And clan leaders often share a pool with several women."
"With several women?" Twilight repeated and although Spike couldn't see her, the hairs on the back of his neck still stood up.
"Yes. Dragon people often have several wives or husbands. And when they get married, they spend their wedding night in a private lava pool.”
This only seemed to make things worse.
“And you?” Twilight asked, her face now very close to his ear.
"What?" Spike asked.
Twilight's voice shook as she said, "Have you bathed with another... dragon girl?"
"No I have not!"
Twilight gave a long, unconvinced "Hmmm," but raised the sponge again.
“Except with Ember,” Spike slipped out.
The sponge fell into the water with a splash and Twilight pulled Spike around towards her.
"You bathed with Ember?!" She shook him by both shoulders as if she could get his answers out of him quicker.
“Yeah,” said Spike, who had his hands over his eyes.
“And then what happened?”
»Nothing happened! We just took a bath!”
“And she was naked?!”
»Yes, of course she was naked! It was a bath like the one we both have now!”
"Yes, but I'm not naked!"
Spike paused. “You're not?”
"Of course not."
Spike slowly put his hands down and peered cautiously at Twilight. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, her eyebrows were drawn together, and a tinge of red shone on her cheeks. And she actually wasn't naked.
She was wearing a simple, halter-less, dark blue swimsuit that seemed a little too small for her and looked worn, if not completely battered. In any case, the faded fabric stretched dramatically around her breasts, while some of the seams were baggy, such as between her legs.
"Is that your old swimsuit?" Spike asked.
“That’s not the point, Spike!”
“Why are you wearing this old thing?”
"Spike, I want to know from you-"
“Why aren’t you wearing Rarity’s?”
"I fixed it myself. Not everyone needs things from Rarity," Twilight snapped at him angrily and shook him again. "What's more important is the question of what you and Ember were doing together in the bathroom!"
And Spike, completely unaware of the ambiguity of his words, shouted back, "What do you think she and I did? Exactly the same as the two of us now!”
At that moment three things happened:
Twilight's poorly mended swimsuit slipped under her breasts, Spike's towel also couldn't hold up due to the shaking and came loose from his hips and fell into the water and at the same moment Starlight, who had been worried about the noise, stepped through door and froze when she heard Spike's words.
For an almost endless moment, there was silence. Starlight stared wide-eyed at the half-naked Twilight, who was holding a completely naked Spike by the shoulders and returned her gaze with a stone expression.
Spike, momentarily distracted by the sudden exposure right in front of him, dropped back into the water with a yelp as Twilight tried to pull her swimsuit over her bust.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," he heard Starlight say in a carefully controlled tone as the blood rushed to his face and then the door closed.
"Wait Starlight! It's not what you think!" Twilight jumped out of the water to follow Starlight. "Sorry Spike," she said before throwing open the door and running down the hall.
Spike remained stunned in the hot water. The image of Twilight's bare chest was burned into his brain and would probably have given his Inner Flame reason to burn hotter than ever before if the whole thing wasn't so damn embarrassing.
Starlight and Twilight had seen him naked! They had simply seen everything about him. How would he ever be able to look them in the eyes again? The very idea was completely impossible.
Spike remained stunned in the hot water. The image of Twilight's bare chest was burned into his brain and would probably have given his Inner Flame reason to burn hotter than ever before if the whole thing wasn't so damn embarrassing.
Starlight and Twilight had seen him naked! They had simply seen everything about him. How would he ever be able to look them in the eyes again? The very idea was completely impossible.
What had changed since he left? Why did Twilight have a fight with Rarity? And why had she insisted on bathing with him, just like in old times, and then put on a bathing suit? And why had he stayed naked himself?
Spike scratched his head. "Damned."
As if by himself, he reached for Ember's tooth that he wore around his neck and he wished he could climb into a pool of lava from which he would never have to come out again.
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Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Starlight Glimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Fetish,Sex
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Twilight Cravings
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Shining and Cadance enjoy Twilight together while solving a 'bug' problem.
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<p>I did a collab with StuffGuy123, where he did renders that I can't link and I wrote this story. You should check the images out! </p><p>When Twilight and Starlight are mistaken for spies, Cadance and Shining Armor use very... unorthodox means to get rid of their 'bug' problem. </p><p>CW: Vore, Sexual Content, Macro/Micro</p>
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Twilight awoke with a start, a painful, buzzing headache making it hard to think. She forced her eyes open, and blinked, trying to bring the blurry shapes into focus. She was on a dark surface, one that felt like wood to her belly and hooves. Her vision started to clear, and she saw Starlight laying down a short distance away. She forced herself to her hooves, wobbling slightly before walking over to her friend and student.
“Starlight?” She called out, wincing at the sound of her own voice. The unicorn stirred, wincing as she tried to pull away from the stimuli of the waking world. Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, casting another glance around at their surroundings. Her capable mind couldn't quite understand what it was seeing, racing to come up with some theory to explain what was occurring.
“Twilight?” Starlight asked, as she blinked through her own migraine. “A....are we..... small?” Small was one way to put it. The two mares were standing on what appeared to be a wooden desk. Massive walls stretched high into the heavens, towards a vaulted ceiling. The walls appeared crystalline, reflecting the low light entering under a gargantuan door on the far wall. Twilight was about to respond when the door opened, and light flooded the room, blinding the miniature ponies.
Massive hoofsteps echoed through the room, stopping at the side of the writing desk. “So, you thought that those forms would keep you safe, huh?” rang out a feminine voice. Twilight looked up, and saw the familiar pink visage of her foalsitter and fellow princess glaring down. A magical aura seized the two in a telekinetic grip before she could respond, lifting them up to hover in front of a large muzzle. An impatient snort of warm air blew Twilight's mane back, chilling her in spite of its warmth. Princess Mi Amore Cadenza was not happy.
“C-Cadance...” Twilight eeked out, trying to force herself to smile. “Thank Celestia you found us! We don't know what's EEP!” She squeaked, the magical grip tightening slightly and pushing the air out of her lungs.
“Don't you try that with me, bug. I know what you are, and I know why you're here.” Cadance said firmly, shaking her head. “The last attempt was two weeks ago. You really thought we wouldn't notice because you were small?” Without another word, the Princess of Love turned around, sending Twilight and Starlight flying through the air as she headed back into the brightly lit Crystal Palace halls. A vague memory started to coalesce for Twilight, of an experiment for extending teleportation spells with Starlight's help. Clearly something had gone very, very wrong. She just needed to keep her cool and get a chance to explain, maybe to get her brother to help. Clearly, Cadance wasn't in the mood to hear them out. She looked back at Starlight, meeting her wide-eyed gaze with an attempt at a reassuring smile. Starlight rolled her eyes back, a moment of levity breaking through the panic. They'd figure something out. They always did.
Her restored confidence soared a little higher as their captor opened a set of large glass doors, bringing them out to a private balcony. The view of the jewel city below, lit by a setting sun, was one of the most breathtaking in the world. Her brother's frame stood by the railing, looking out at the twinkling reflections. He looked back at his wife, a smile on his muzzle that turned to confusion as he saw two small yet familiar forms in her grasp.
“Honey, what...?” His deep voice began, before Twilight tried to yell out to him.
“Shining, it's me! There was a mistaa-AAAAAAAH!” She began, before being bounced up and down several comparative stories in the air to silence her.
“These are the changeling's most recent attempt to sneak in. They must have taken these disguises when they heard me come in.” Cadance tsked, floating the two “interlopers” over to her husband's face. He stared at the mouse-sized versions of his sister and her friend, fascinated. The tiny version of his sister waved up at him, anxiety written over her miniature features. Disgust with the constant attempts on their lives warred with his lifelong fascination with bugs and figurines as he looked them over, noticing with a small, awkward hitch in his breath that their disguises were completely anatomically correct in spite of their miniaturization.
“...What are you going to do with them?” He asked, looking back to his wife. She pulled her magic back towards herself, slyly sauntering closer to her husband with a girlish giggle.
“Well, if we hadn't been interrupted, we'd be having some fun, right?” She said flirtatiously, flicking her tail out behind and settling her wings. Shining knew all to well that her libido did not easily turn back off once she had been turned on. He rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth before a pink hoof came up under his jaw, closing it with a gentle click. “Hush, I know. You want to go and be the Captain and order our guards to handle it.” Her purple eyes gazed deep into his. She leaned in close, her lips almost touching his cheek. “But these two don't need to ruin our night.” Her whispered breath tickled his skin, causing something to stir down below.
“But, it's my sister...” He said, looking back at the captives his wife was holding out in front of his muzzle. The tiny forms started squirming and shouting, their tiny voices expressing their displeasure at what they were hearing. Cadance giggled huskily, looking back at the ersatz version of her sister in law and her student.
“That's part of the fun...” She teased.
Twilight couldn't believe what she was hearing. Any hope she had of being rescued had started bleeding away at her brother's analytical gaze, looking at her more like he would one of his ant farms or his little action figures than the sister that he adored. Now, she knew she had to try to escape, before getting waaaaay to familiar with her BBBFF. She forced magic into her horn, readying a teleportation spell, only to feel the magic fizzle and spurt.
“Twilight, our horns! They won't work right at this size!” Starlight groaned. “We aren't able to channel enough mana!” Her own horn fizzled and sparked as she desperately tried to figure out a spell that might be manageable with such a reduced power level. A small manalight flickered by her head, unable to do anything but glow and draw attention back from their captor. The giant mare flicked Starlight upside down almost dismissively, breaking her concentration. Twilight gasped at the mistreatment of her pupil, glaring up at Cadance, who had returned her attention to her husband. Shining was staring right at his tiny sister, a reddish blush starting despite the uncertain expression on his face.
“Oh, no.....” Twilight felt her stomach sink...
Shining watched the bugs struggle to escape, their magic apparently not working at such a small size. Just like changelings, sacrificing drones without thinking it through. Despite the obvious truth that this couldn't be his sister, Shining still wasn't sure what to think. He definitely wanted to please his wife, and she clearly wanted this. He looked back to those purple eyes, eyes he could never say no to.
“.....Alright sure. What do you want to do with them?” He begrudgingly agreed. Tiny wails from the floating interlopers sent an unexpected thrill down his spine. Cadance's smile widened as she leaned back, her eyelids fluttering.
“Well, we could do what you're probably thinking... but I don't want to reward them...” Cadance said, glaring at the small mares. “I was thinking of something a bit more...interesting.” Cadance floated the tiny Twilight over to her face, her expression softening. The tiny mare's face was streaked with the beginnings of tears, but her eyes went wide as she awaited her fate.
Twilight froze, her breath hitching in her throat as Cadance held her close. Suddenly, she was moved forward into plush lips, her face and upper chest pressed firmly into the pillowy surface, In spite of her anxiety, she couldn't deny enjoying the gentle contact. Warm flesh surrounded her as she was held there, muffled but still loud moans reverberating just on the other side of those lips. She was pulled away after a moment, catching her breath for a moment as she glanced back at her brother's entranced gaze, before Cadance opened her mouth.
A scream froze in her throat as Twilight gazed into the red abyss, the tongue reaching out towards her as though it would claim her as it's own. The white teeth framing the gaping maw did nothing to help her instinctive fears, massive boulders capable of ending her life with a twitch. Her gaze was drawn back to the yawning chasm at the back, the heart-shaped passage deeper into the Princess of Love twitched and pulsed as breaths from the bellows below washed over her. The uvula dangling above waved gently, as though welcoming her to her new and final home. She faintly heard Starlight screaming her name in the distance.
All of those thoughts flashed in an instant as she was thrust forwards, her hooves splashing onto the hot surface of the tongue as it reeled her back into the maw. She let out the scream that had stuck in her chest just as the jaws clicked closed, trapping her in the sweltering prison.
Shining watched his sister disappear into his wife's mouth and felt a wave of confusing arousal. Small lumps pressed her cheeks out as the tiny form struggled, and his wife shut her eyes, exploring her prize with her tongue. She let out a pleased moan, shifting her mouthful to a cheek.
“You've got to try this...” She whispered, leaning in and pressing her lips into his. Shining froze, before kissing her back, lips parting enough that tiny limbs started to press into his maw. The strange sensation of limbs scrabbling across his teeth and tongue took his full attention as Cadance started to push their treat into his maw, wrapping her tongue and his around the small mare. He pushed in, his tongue exploring the recognizable form of a mare, pushing limbs out of the way as he tasted her belly, the faint salt of her face, and even the more private areas under her tail. His breath hitched again at the taboo experience, a thrill once again electrifying him as he let his wife push the tiny form completely into his mouth. After a moment, Cadance pulled away, looking intently at his lips.
The sensations were admittedly quite nice as his prize squirmed inside his jaws. He opened his maw, exposing his treat to the inquisitive gazes of his wife and their remaining captive. Cadance cooed at the soaking wet form on his tongue, moving in close to his side for a better look.
Twilight panted as she looked back towards the light, confused as to what had happened in the press of massive flesh and deafening moans. She saw Cadance's face, and immediately realized where she was. She looked back at the arch directly in front of her muzzle, an archway that belonged to the same brother that had always looked out for her. She cried out, trying to form words as the tongue below her swept between her legs, exploring her most precious regions with abandon. An appreciative moan washed over her face, her brother's voice expressing how much he enjoyed her flavor.
“Shining! Ple-ee-aase!” Twilight sobbed.
Cadance watched the tiny bug realize it's fate, and felt her own nethers moisten. “Now, swallow her.” She said quietly. Her husband's eyes looked down at her, eyebrows knitting in confusion. She giggled.
“Aww, come on Shiny.” She teased, bringing the tiny version of Starlight to her hoof. “It's not your sister. And I know you're enjoying this. I sure am~” She singsonged, gently squeezing her own toy between her forehooves, before laying down on her back. She looked over an saw her husband's arousal making itself very evident, and giggled girlishly. “Just tilt your head and send her down~”
Shining wasn't sure how to feel. He could hear the faint cries in his own mouth, cries that sounded uncomfortably like his little sister, but he couldn't deny that the experience was pleasant. The changeling's flavor was sublime. His eyes fell on the other bug, the form of his sister's pupil reaching out to the one in his mouth, yelling reassuring things as it bounced on the soft flesh of his wife's hoof. He let out a determined breath, and steeled himself. He knew what he was going to do.
Before he could do it, though, a gentle press on the bottom of his jaw as his wife stroked his chin, watching intently. She lifted her own prey to her face, gently setting the rear half in between her teeth as she started to suckle on her prize. He watched with rapt attention as 'Starlight' squirmed, matching what was happening in his own maw.
Twilight tried to press herself off of the tongue, her hooves slipping off of the flesh and teeth around her. She had to escape, she had to get out of here. There's no way she was going to die in her brother's stomach! Her struggles were cut short as the tongue curled up under her, pressing her towards the back of the throat and her doom.
“Wait wait wait! SHINING!” She screamed, flapping her soaked wings helplessly as she peaked over the edge. Barely visible, a flap of flesh that she knew aided in the process of swallowing peaked out, as the pulsing throat disappeared into inky darkness below. She pushed her hooves out, pressing her rear back into the tongue and unintentionally grinding her nethers against it. She didn't notice, the horror overwhelming every other thought. Her BBBFF, her brother that always protected her, was about to EAT her! She felt her body start to tilt over the edge as the mouth started to close behind her.
“SHINING PLEA---!” She cried as everything pressed in, forcing her down
Shining felt his mouthful start to squirm more as he pushed her back into position. Cadance cooed appreciatively, her hoof pressing his jaw up as the tiny form started to tilt over the edge. He pressed his tongue up, steeling himself as he started to swallow. Sorry Twily he thought darkly, arousal spiking at the implied connection to his sister with this doomed being. He heard and felt her voice screaming right as he swallowed, pushing her down into his throat. He felt her wings and fetlocks tickle the back of his throat and his uvula as the lump descended down into him, squirming all the way.
Cadance let out a gasp as she watched her husband swallow, the squirming lump visible in his neck, her own mouthful screaming out as it's compatriot was sent to its doom. She started rubbing herself as her tongue ground into her prey, extracting as much flavor as she could before she claimed her own snack.
Starlight felt hollow as she watched her mentor get devoured by her own brother. The tongue below her lapped at her, violating every inch as the squirming form of Twilight Sparkle passed below a veil of flesh and fur, never to return. Tears streaked down her face as the lips started to press in around her, suction pulling her deeper into the maw. She fought with everything she had as she was pulled deeper in, the tongue curling around and welcoming her to her own doom as warm breaths escaped around her. Before her head disappeared she let out an ear-piercing shriek, as the lips sealed closed and left her in darkness.
Cadance sucked her own treat in, wrapping her tongue around its face and enjoying the salty tears. She watched as shining rubbed his belly, mixed emotions over his prey warring with his obvious erection. She giggled, causing more buzzing cries in her maw, as she pressed her prey deeper towards her own throat. She caught her husbands gaze, before opening her maw, showing him her prize at the back of her tongue.
He stared, transfixed at the tiny mare reaching out towards him, before the back of the tongue raised up, slapping her face with a wet GLRK and shoving her down to her permanent home. The tongue flexed back down showing an empty throat as his wife let out an appreciative sigh. She felt her own squirming lump travel deeper into her barrel, before being deposited into her belly. Curiously, she pressed a hoof over her stomach, unable to feel anything from the outside as tiny sensations tickled her innards. Shining did the same, enjoying the feistiness of his own prey.
“Well, Twily always was a fighter.” He said, somewhat awkwardly, as he giggled. Cadance laughed, lifting up to embrace her husband and kiss him deeply. After a moment, she pulled away, and started to pull him over.
“We might as well enjoy each other while we enjoy them~” She said huskily, and Shining couldn't agree more.
Good end-
Deep inside, a green flash lit Shining's stomach as the drone finally gave up its disguise. It hissed as the walls pressed in, a heart beat pulsing quicker as it's new home began to engage in more amorous pursuits. It couldn't understand how it's disguise had failed to garner sympathy, but it didn't matter now. The mission was lost. All it could do was wait as the churning flesh did its job, and claimed it for its host. Deep gurgling noises echoed as the digestive system awoke. The changeling couldn't help but appreciate the irony as it felt love permeating its new home, the stallion that it was going to be a part of feeding it a little before it fed him.
In the Princess of Love's depths, however, a different story was unfolding. The other changeling had also reverted, and started to thrash and fight with all it's might. It bit down on the soft flesh, only for it's fangs to fail to penetrate. The pulse around it quickened, and it fluttered it's wings defiantly. How dare this wretch eat a changeling? It continued to fight, unaware that all it was accomplishing was to increase the pleasure of its host, before she claimed it forever.
Bad end-
Twilight pressed against the slick walls of flesh as the stomach awoke to its prey. Her brother's heart beat loudly above, starting to speed up for some unknowable reason as her own hammered in her chest. She couldn't believe it, she couldn't accept it. Her brother would never even hurt her, much less...
The fleshy walls pressed in again, forcing her to accept her reality. Her brother ate her. She wasn't getting out of this one. Out of morbid curiosity, she lit her horn, exposing the red walls of flesh and the bubbly fluids that worked into her coat. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel comforted that at least, if she had to die like this, it was in the presence of her BBBFF. She rubbed the walls somewhat more affectionately, sobs still wracking her body. “I love you, Shiny.” She whispered, as she churned deep within him.
Starlight, however, was not feeling any love. She had fought for everything she had accomplished in life. Her magical talents had not come easy, especially since her father couldn't afford proper schooling, so she had struggled every step of her life. Meeting Twilight had made her realize that she needed to allow other ponies to control their own lives, but she had not changed her essence. She was still a fighter. She pushed against the hot walls, slipping on the slimy coating that covered everything this deep in her fleshy tomb. Enraged, she lit her horn, trying to force enough mana to create a burning flame, or a ball of plasma to blast her way out of this so-called Princess of Love, but the effort only created the tiniest spark.
The stomach seemed to mock her as it shifted, her host unknowingly throwing her around as she shifted to a more... amorous position. Starlight fell onto her side, her face sliding through the hot,bubbly liquid as the walls squeezed in tighter. She screamed in rage, unheard by anyone as she burned up her remaining oxygen, soon to become nothing more than a minuscule amount of padding on an alicorn's thighs.
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Applejack,Big Macintosh,Rarity,Winona,Drama,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Winona’s Service; Applejack’s Fear
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Applejack has a panic attack worrying about Apple Bloom’s safety on a pie run. She takes off and gets hurt. What is she to do? Winona shows up and helps her through it.
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<p>Applejack is traumatized. Her parents died, violently as she imagines, when she is young. She worries about the same happening to Apple Bloom on her pie run, and takes off running herself. Unfortunately, there’s a price to pay when you don’t process where you’re going. Hurt and panicked, Applejack doesn’t know what to do, but Winona does.<br/>Tagged teen only for Applejack’s imagination concerning her parents' death. Not really graphic.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T01:46:34+00:00
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2024-08-07T01:46:34+00:00
| 107 |
Whenever Applejack felt trapped, she found her way to her parents’ tree. The twisting pear-apple branches felt sturdier than the barn, and the distance from it all could help calm the racing panic in Applejack’s heart. The heavy beats sought to break free from her chest like a desperate fruit bat, searching for the nearest prized apple to destroy. The nearest life to ruin. The pests seemed to crawl through her skin, weedling thoughts into her head: the barn collapsing with Granny and Mac inside, the monsters of the Everfree creeping too close to Apple Bloom before they can be stopped, before Applejack can protect her like she just barely did on the pie run… Applejack could hardly breathe. Even though it had not happened. Yet.
Apple Bloom left an hour ago for her first solo pie run. She was a big, strong pony, just like her siblings. She would be fine. But Applejack knew the truth. Applejack was the one supposed to do the pie runs. Her duty, her family. She couldn’t lose more family to those treacherous swamps, those offensive beasts of death and despair. But Big Mac had given her one of his looks, and she knew he thought it time. Time for their little sister to take on her first solo adventure… Mama would be so proud, yet that was how she and Daddy died.
She could see it in her mind’s eye. Her parents’ twisting forms shredded by the tinderwolves. Their bravery in the final moments, until the pain consumed them and they cried themselves to death as they were eaten. The blood feeding the path Applejack had crossed… Apple Bloom had almost died on before…
No. It was okay now. It wouldn’t be the same. Applejack, waiting for her parents to come home, as day after day passed and they never returned… Apple Bloom would come back. Wouldn’t she?
Applejack’s head spun. The tree wasn’t enough to root her to the ground out of her racing mind. She needed to run.
The apple trees passed quickly as she galloped; her legs taking her farther and faster as each breath strained against her chest. She felt her hat fly off, but she didn’t go back for it. Down the hills, past the farm. Distantly, she heard a yapping dog. Startled by timberwolves? Could they be out this early in the day? Apple Bloom, I’m coming!
Suddenly, Applejack was tumbling. She distantly felt the ache of each hit. It couldn’t overcome her beating heart. Finally, she settled to rest at the bottom of the hill. She tried, and failed, to struggle to her feet. The barking, though, sounded closer. Apple Jack recognized it in an instant.
“Winona?”
The little dog popped up in front of her. Her legs planted facing her, like she was in a stand off with some of nearby cow herd after an accidental stampede. Apple Jack blinked. Winona wagged her tail.
“Ruff!”
“What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be back at the farm?”
Applejack looked around. Come to think of it, the area she found herself in seemed different than anywhere she remembered. She must have lost sight of the route in her panic. As if the devil, the nausea rose to her throat on cue. Apple Bloom. She couldnt save her from her!
“RUFF!” The sharp bark pierced Applejack’s ears.
“Ow! What in tarnation was that for, Winona?”
Winona just stared at her expectantly, tail still wagging. She took a step closer. Then another, then another. Until the vicious little farm dog had found its place snuggled up against apple jack. It lay its head over her heart. Applejack didn’t know what to do. Her heart felt like it would explode, but Winona it seemed to be calming down. Her wet nose nuzzling Applejack’s chin… the cool sensation made Applejack realize how hot she was. Drenched in sweat from her run and covered in dirt from her fall… Her fall! Applejack looked for her leg. Thankfully, it wasn’t broken. Though her ankle did not look too hot… or rather, that’s exactly what it looked like, swollen up like a hot air balloon. Applejack sighed. Great. Big Mac would kill her for this later. Running about all reckless… Applejack knew better!
Winona nuzzled her again, as if in agreement, and Applejack noticed her heartrate had finally come down. Her breathing had steadied, too. She looked at Winona in amazement.
“Well aren’t you a smart little doggie.”
Winona wagged her tail. Stretching her non-injured legs, Applejack gently pushed Winona off her and tried to rise to a stand. This time, it worked, but her sprained ankle still wouldn’t support her. She glanced at Winona. The dog was too small to offer her any help in walking. Plus, Applejack still didn’t know what direction to go in. She sighed. What were her options? Stay here and wait for the Timberwolves to actually come out and find her, or…
“Ruff!”
An idea started to form in Applejack’s mind. Winona knew the names of all the Apple family by now. It was common for them to send her to another for help doing their chores. So maybe…
“Winona, find Big Mac. Bring him here, ya hear?”
Winona ruffed. Applejack could only hope she understood as the little pupper took off running. Still, she could not let it be her only plan. Let’s see, what could she use to make a splint…
…
The sun had started to set by the time Big Mac appeared like a knight in shining armor at the top of the hill. Winona jumped barking by his side. Applejack couldn’t blame her; she was just as excited to see the two of them.
“What on earth were you thinking?” Big Mac grumbled when he reached her. Her ankle was splinted to help take the weight off it, but that didn’t do anything to hide its status as an injury. Applejack flushed. Hours ago, she would have retorted something about going to help Apple Bloom, but the truth is her panic made her a fool. The only reason things weren’t even worse… She stared at their little farm dog, affection swelling in her eyes. She threw her forelegs around Big Mac. She was crying.
Big Mac chittered in surprise. Then, he started to rub his sister’s back, humming a song only they remembered. Slowly, Applejack removed herself from her brother’s hold. She lowered her nose to Winona and nuzzled her before straightening.
“Let’s go home.”
“Yup.”
…
The panic attacks did not stop for Applejack, but Winona didn’t stop her stubborn attempts to make her pony feel better, either. She started to breath easier again. Just by Winona’s company, the fear felt so much farther. She brought her with to town to do her shopping. Of course, with chores on the farm. Rarity even accepted the dog’s presence in her shop. “Only if she’s well-behaved. I don’t want poor Opalescence being chased by some rascal…” She melted looking at Winona. “Well, I suppose if she helps you Applejack she must be pretty grand… pretty grand indeed.” Soon, Winona had a vest of her own. A light brown leather vest with the words Apple Family Farm and Applejack’s Assistance Dog embroidered on the sides. Rarity added shiny apples on the rims, of course, but for her the project was relatively simple. Applejack appreciated it. She even brought Winona to Fluttershy’s cottage, where the pony, with Discord’s encouragement, hosted a weekly group that talked through their fears. Honestly, Applejack thought, it was nice. Even if it took her a while to get used to the idea due to her pride, Winona made it seem possible that she could get better. She could be better. For herself and her family. She worried about them still, just like Apple Bloom and Big Mac did after the incident, but its interference with her life lessoned. Next time Apple Bloom left on a pie run, Applejack was even able to smile, proud of how far her little sister at come. She knew she could get through this. Winona helped her be brave.
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562987
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Queen Chrysalis,Alternate Universe,Dark,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Suicide / Self Harm
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A short drop..
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After the sudden power of love changing her children into colorful abominations, Chrysalis leaves in anger and sadness.
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complete
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<h3><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;color:#2CAF26;font-size:2em">Chrysalis</span></h3><p>Former leader of the Changeling kingdom had been beaten by a single pony who had convinced her children to rebel, Starlight Glimmer, and overthrow their mother in an instant. In a fit of rage, Chrysalis flees from her home hoping to find time to think and contemplate her actions.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-06T22:49:33+00:00
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2024-08-06T22:49:32+00:00
| 299 |
Starlights POV:
“What if they didn’t have too..?”
Starlight Glimmer said, as she hid behind a large jagged stone while looking at thorax. Landing infront of her was a large bug like pony with holes in their legs, their turquoise slit eyes staring at Starlight while growling. They spoke up as Starlight scrambled to get away, only to get caught by their tail getting grasped in their mouth.
“Ridiculous!”
The large pony like insect yanked her away from her cover and to a pair of changeling solders that quickly pinned her down before continuing what she was saying after leaning into her face.
“A changelings hunger can never be satisfied!”
As the large changeling walked away from her Starlight quickly spoke up in hopes of reaching an outcome that wouldn’t end with violence.
“Thorax left the hive then made a friend and shared love, now he doesn’t need to feed.”
Her words caused much confusion and questioning looks from the hundreds of changelings in the room, including Chrysalis, standing up without much resistance.
“You don’t need to live your lives starving all the time..!”
As you read the story a sudden crack in the screen opens up, a mysterious purple smoke entering your device before sealing up the crack…
Chrysalis POV:
Chrysalis was about to bring Starlight to her with magic when suddenly she spoke up, feeling completely lost in her actions.
“Do you think I would’ve done that if it was possible..? You claim that ponies will never need to fear us, yet when one of my changelings try…”
Chrysalis looked away, feeling angrier before staring at thorax.
“If it was that simple then we wouldn’t need to be such outcasts! We wouldn’t have to be driven into exile! We would have to worry about being slaughtered for existing! No… this is a fluke..! A fluke that will be examined properly..!”
Starlight let out a protested no as she reached for her, only to be held back by the same two changeling solders that held her down seconds ago.
With a quick glow of Chrysalis horn, she lifted thorax out of the sticky resin and into the air before slowly pulling out a small stream of love in a gentle way to determine if it was true. Thorax squirmed in her magical grasp as they spoke up in a pained voice.
“I can feel the love slipping away… I can’t hold on..!”
Chrysalis rose an eyebrow at the comment, hardly taking any from him as Starlight spoke up.
“Then don’t! Sharing love is what made you different in the first place. You should share yours with Chrysalis… Give her all of it.”
Chrysalis looked over at Starlight mouth open to explain what she was doing when a sudden force came from Thorax and launched her into her throne. The sound of Thorax metamorphosis covered the scream that came from Chrysalis, her chitin had cracked as a large crack formed in the throne. The ringing in her ears completely kept her distracted as her throne began to crack from magic. Looking up, Chrysalis eyes widened as her children gave their love to her and her throne which then exploded.
For several minutes, Chrysalis tried to regain her senses only to get up quickly. Shoving the broken stones of her old throne off her before hissing involuntary at Starlight only to go eyes wide at seeing the beards of harmony, rulers of equestria, rulers of the Crystal empire, a few other ponies and Discord with her changed children staring at her.
Before anypony could say a single word, Chrysalis shouted out loudly.
“How dare you do this to me…! Have you no loyalty to me..!?”
The changelings looked at eachother as they couldn’t decide on what to say which made Chrysalis furious.
“Fine! You don’t need me I get it! You all know what’s better for yourselves! I won’t waste my breath on this nonsense anymore!”
With a quick flap of her wings, Chrysalis flew off into the distance, hiding the fact that she was beginning to cry at their betrayal.
“Zzzz—Crash!”
Chrysalis sat up from her makeshift bed inside a very dark and damp cave, panting loudly as the clouds above the Everfree forest continue to cover the sky. With a groan, Chrysalis got up from the bed, before limping overt to a small reservoir of water inside the cave, before looking into the water. Her face was nearly completely thin and sickly as her dry and short mane was falling apart from her head and into the water. With a dry gulp, Chrysalis leaned down before gulping down the hair covered water without cleaning it out. Her pride as a leader was torn away from her by her children’s betrayal and after the mysterious incident that led her to being stuck without wing had drained any self worth and desire for anything but death. Chrysalis choked on the hair in her mouth that she drank before forcing it down into her stomach, which grumbled in hunger, as she began to look at her body. Where it once shined healthy with her majestic wings was replaced with an infected chitin, covered with old bloody medical wraps and lacking wings that could help the extremely thin Chrysalis fly.
With a sad sigh, Chrysalis walked up to the caves entrance to visit the guard that had been placed there since her discovery. It was a miracle that she wasn’t attacked but it would’ve been mercy that she did not deserve. The guard was a unicorn mare, shaking in her armor as they laid eyes on her. With a sad sigh, Chrysalis said softly.
“I’m not going to hurt you… in fact tell princess twilight that I’ll in ponyville tomorrow…”
The guard quickly ran off, wanting to get far away from the monster as possible and alert Twilight. Chrysalis waited a minute before sighing, looking at the creepy hollow tree that held a bundle of rope inside in case of emergencies. Chrysalis couldn’t help but use her magic and pull it out of the tree, fashioning into a noose before getting it attached to the strongest branch. With another glow of her magic, her body was encased in her magical aura before lifting her onto the tree’s branch. With the final bit of energy left inside her, Chrysalis wrapped the noose around her neck before her magical exhaustion kicked in and caused her to loose consciousness.
Twilight and her friends, except Fluttershy, were walking through a pathway through the forest, using a map to keep them on target. Applejack was the first to speak up.
“What do you think she wants to do In ponyville…? I reckon nothing good..”
Twilight nodded in agreement as Rarity spoke up on the matter.
“Well if she was telling the truth then why wasn’t she at ponyville..?”
Rainbow Dash flew in front of the group, locking hooves together, before giving her reasoning.
“I bet that overgrown bug wanted to escape! What a coward..”
Starlight looked at the group with a slight frown on her face, letting out a sigh before speaking.
“What discord did… still wasn’t right…”
Pinkie pie bounced up to starlight, wearing her trademark smile as she spoke.
“Discord thought they had hurt Fluttershy so he was just trying to show that he cares…”
The group had soon reached the last bush before going to Chrysalis’s hideout. Twilight spoke up, the group on edge.
“Ready..?”
The group nodded and with a determined look, Twilight and company passed the bush before entering the clearing. With a large gasp, Everypony saw a Chrysalis hanging from their neck at the large tree’s branch, slowly rocking in the wind as their malnourished and infected frame creepily made it seem that she was dead months ago. What really terrified them was seeing Chrysalis’s ,once menacing, eyes be a very dull gray and void of life.
Twilight looked at starlight, seeing the face of absolute horror on her face before hearing Starlight speak with terror in her voice.
“I…. I killed her…”
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CrimsonRose97
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562988
| 1 |
Original Character,Spike,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Porn,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex
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Post War Assembly: Flight Out
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Spike takes Rachel on a flight.
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complete
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<p>Taken place after the end of the latest chapter of <a href="/story/561313/post-war-assembly" rel="nofollow">Post War Assembly </a> Please read for little content on what kind of day Rachel had in the latest chapter</p><p>Spike was hanging out with his mate and their friends and family, destressing from the hectic week of going through the meetings and wedding planning.</p><p>Amongst the laughter and swapping stories, Spike decided he wanted to go stretch his wings and offers Rachel to join him.</p>
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mature
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2024-08-13T15:11:36+00:00
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2024-08-20T17:52:34+00:00
| 144 |
The Temple echoed in laughter as Spike, Rachel, Twilight, AJ, RD, Fluttershy, Brimstone, the twins, Shining, Cadence, Malik, Thorax, Pharynx and Luna were all in the common area.
Pretty much all of those who were part of the Wedding Party were all in there. After a particularly long ass day, it was a chance for all of them to relax. Swap some stories and just breathe from the stress they had most of the week.
And with the two children asleep, it was just the adults.
“An-and and Spike here trapped Mane-iac and saved all of us!” Rainbow recounts the time all of them got sucked in that comic book.
Spike grinned at that memory, having his arm wrapped around Rachel's shoulders.
“Wow babe, you're a hero in a comic book and real like, Hum Drum…or…Brisingr.” Rachel purred. Saying Brisingr in draconic.
Spike's earfins shot up as he looked at her. “Wait, you speak dragon???” Almost amazed to hear her speak in that language.
“She learned just like the rest of us Mordi when our powers awakened.” Malik said. “A pain in the ass half the damn time, mate.” Malik spoke in draconic as well.
“How come we never heard Spike speak Draconic?” Fluttershy asked.
“Possibly because he was raised by us.” Shining said, motioning to him and Twilight.
“Not true, I know Draconic but none of you know how to speak.” Spike spoke perfectly in Draconic. Seeing their reactions was priceless.
Surprisingly, his voice was much deepened, causing Rachel to blush red. “Oh geez, I felt that.” She placed a hand over her abdomen.
Smirking, Spike whispers draconic in her ears, whispering sweet nothings that caused her to shriek. Sending lovely shivers down her whole body.
Everyone laughed at that.
“Oh oh, speaking of sexy time, Rachie, are you gonna dance for Spike on your wedding night??” Gemcity grinned.
Spike's attention now on the twins. Rachel glared at them.
“None of your business, Gem.” Rachel grunted.
“What dance?” Spike asked.
The twins’ grins grew. “Rachel knows.”
“Stop.” Rachel ordered but they wouldn't.
When Brimstone looked at Rachel, it made her shrink a little, only adding fuel to the fire.
Everyone looked at them then, causing Rachel to shrink more.
Ruby clapped her hands. “Story time! Okay okay, when our lovely bride here was young, we took her home, gave her a set of rules from when we met. Get her GED, get her situated in a job, general things. Rachel here, however, had a problem finding a job because at the time, no one knew what humans were.”
“Kill me…” Rachel mumbled, face completely red knowing where it was heading.
“So, one of the ideas we had, sorta a way to motivate her to look more, we took her pole dancing classes!” Gemcity giggled.
“Rachel!” Brimstone called her name while others giggled. Never realizing she was taught how to be a stripper!
Rachel melted into a puddle of sheer embarrassment.
This intrigued Spike. “Pole dancing??” Picturing his Queen dancing and grinding on a pole, topless…. He fucking imagines this constant the entire relationship, dreams about it the idea often.
“She only went through basic training. We told her if she couldn't find a job, she would have to work with us in Pon-3 until something else comes up. Obviously she did find something, but for six-seven weeks straight, we took her to classes.” Ruby explained.
“Wasn't she fifteen??” Twilight asked.
“So was half the class, it was a class run by sexlings so she fit right in.” Gemcity giggled, reaching across to poke Rachel. Only to hear her groan. “She was quite the dancer, even creating a trick with her bow with it.”
“Hold up, hold up!” Malik stopped them. “Rach, don't tell me it's that one trick I saw you perform in battle??”
Spike's eyes widened, looking at his now tiny mate. “What trick???”
Rachel wanted to fade away.
“We were fighting at the Peaks of Peril you see, I was fighting alongside our lovely Dorothy here against the mind controlled Kirins and demons.” Malik explained. “We’re blasting, we're punching, this girl here goes running off of a rock, manages to wrap her legs around this young tree, uses the strength of her calves to hang upside down and shoots a few of her light bolts at the oncoming swarm. Never missing a bloody shot! Don't tell me that was a pole trick!”
“It was…” Rachel groaned.
“She most definitely performed it on one nightmare night.” Gemcity cackles.
Rachel whips her with her tail, only increasing the laughter.
“Oh I gotta see that!” Rainbow Dash calls out.
“Ah want to see it too if ya don't mind.” Apple Jack chuckled.
“So do I.” Spike said, still imagining Rachel in a scandalous outfit, giving him a private show.
Would explain a few things…
“I don't think Rachel wants to, leave the poor girl be.” Brimstone grunted, not wanting her anywhere near a pole.
“Oh come on, we're all adults here.” Ruby waves a hand. “Kids are asleep, we're hanging out, it's all good fun.”
“Come on, Rachel, everyone wants to see. Just do that one.” Gemcity urged the Queen.
“There's no pole…”
The twins looked at each other before they dug into their purses before one of them found a gold cylinder. Ruby pressed the button and tossed it in the center of the room. It shook and expanded, tilted itself vertical before a pole shot up. Part of it dug into the ground and the other shot up high.
“Now we have a pole.” Ruby grinned.
“I pray you guys contract STDs on your next feeding.” Rachel grunted.
“Do it, do it, do it.” Malik starts chanting.
Pharynx joins with Rainbow Dash, Spike too, even Cadence was chanting with the twins.
Rachel listens to them before slapping the armrest before pushing herself up out of the couch. Hearing a collective cheer.
Rachel glared at the Twins. “I hope you guys get crabs.” She said before walking up to the pole.
Spike watched her go, seeing the halter top and skirt the twins had her wearing, and that pole, he made himself comfortable.
Brimstone covers his face with his hand. Not going to watch it.
“I'm so sorry for you seeing this, Brimstone.” Rachel tells him before approaching it.
She takes a few deep breaths to get herself ready.
Then someone starts playing some sexy music. Rachel doesn't turn and was just going to get this done and over with.
Getting herself situated, she grabs the pole.
If she's doing it, might as well actually put on a show.
Rachel gets to the groove of the song, her body swayed to the music before she begins dancing.
Spike watched with intense interest as he watched his mate work the pole. First doing simple moves, something he'd seen in the twins's workplace.
With a flirtatious wink at his direction, Rachel held on the bar, hanging herself off of it to spin a bit. Once getting the right movementum, using a lot of her core muscles of her abdomen and arms, pulls herself up on the length of the pole, swings her body to where the pole was between her thighs, crosses her legs and leans backwards.
After hearing some cheers of encouragement, Rachel leans forward, grabbing the bars with her hands. Using a lot of muscles to swing her legs above her, wrapping her legs around and hangs upside down. Her tail also wrapped around the pole for extra support.
She freed her hands so she was using her thighs to hold herself there.
“There, happy???” Rachel puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms while looking at them upside down.
There was a collective clapping and cheering. She looked down and realized someone had threw bits and gems at the bottom of the pole.
“That was sexy as hell!” Rainbow Dash cheered.
Pharynx walks over to Spike, leans a little. “Brotha, you are one lucky sonvabitch.” He tells him while looking at Rachel.
Spike cheekily smirked.
“You know Rach, if you're tired of being a Queen, you'll be a fantastic dancer.” Ruby giggled.
Rachel rolled her eyes as she slid down, smoothly cartwheels off of it. She scoops what was tossed at her. Figured it was asshole tax.
“I'm never doing that again.” Rachel said as she carried the goods over to Spike and puts them in his pockets.
“Not even for me?” Spike asks, giving her the puppy dog eyes and a whimper.
Rachel looks at him. “Okay for you but no one else.”
Spike had a satisfied smile, tail flickering. Some of the folks laughed.
“It seems to take a lot of muscles to suspend like that.” Fluttershy said, her cheeks blushing.
“Pole dancing is more than stripping. It's a form of aerial acrobatics.” Ruby explained. “It's a fun type of exercise, circuses have pole dancers.”
Luna rubbed her lower jaw. “Hmm, I vividly remember having performers at the old castle. One act did involve a pole.” She lowers her hand. “It does seem like a fun exercise, I wouldn't mind learning.”
“Princess Luna!” Twilight gasped, bringing out a laugh out of everyone.
Brimstone lets out a tired sigh, taking a drink of his cup.
Spike chuckled as he rolled his neck. His eyes soon shifted to his lovely mate, no doubt after watching her dance made him feel more enamored towards her.
And the Temple was starting to get a little compact for his liking. Knowing their son was being looked after.
“Hey, Rach,”
Rachel turned her head towards him. “What's up?”
“I'm going to go out, need to stretch out my wings for a bit, care to join me?” He offered.
“That didn't take too long.” One of the twins snickered which he ignored.
Rachel shot them a look before turning to him. “Absolutely.” She smiled at him.
Feeling giddy, he gets up and offers a hand, which she graciously took.
“Okay everyone, this has been fun, we'll be stepping out for a bit.” Spike said, helping his mate to her hooves.
Rainbow Dash, catching his look gave out a dramatic gasp. “You guys having premarital sex before the wedding??? Such sacrilege!!”
Applejack elbows her which caused her to laugh. Pharynx chuckled and Thorax and Fluttershy blushed.
“Have fun you two.” Thorax smiled.
“You can have fun as well, Thorax.” Ruby purred, causing the King to hide behind his brother.
“You know, Dash,” Rachel starts, flashing her the infamous rogue-like grin. “You and Jacks here make a lovely couple, if you're jealous of Spike and I, why don't you try your luck with her?”
The two stiffened and yelped, leaving Rachel chuckling as the couple left.
When they left, Twilight looked at the two. “She's joking, right???”
Dash leans to AJ. “How did Rachel know???”
“I don't know.” Aj gulped.
“Guys???” Twilight's eyes widened. “Are you two actually together??”
“It was obvious.” Fluttershy muttered.
Spike led Rachel outside of the Temple, the pathway lit up in a mix of burning braziers and overhead lights. The night sky hung above all of them, the moon crescent shaped.
“So, where do you want to fly to?” Rachel asked once they were out.
Spike shrugged. “Your neck of the woods, your call.” He smiled softly.
“Not my actual neighborhood.” Rachel chuckled.
Spike grinned, “An adventure flight it is.”
That sparked more of her interest.
With a strong flap of their wings and a leap, the two took to the skies.
Soaring through the clouds, the two flew across the night. Being in a rather secluded spot, city lights were next to none as they were surrounded by millions of stars.
Without any worry, without any fighting. Just having fun.
“Whoo hoo!” Spike exclaimed loudly as he flew past Rachel.
Rachel giggled as she followed. Swerving through the clouds. Her wings beating harder due to her wings being covered in fur, adding more weight.
She managed to catch up to him, ended up flying underneath him, and turned her body stomach up.
Spike grinned when he looked down. “Hi there!” his voice carried in the whistling wind.
“Hi!” Rachel responded. Her hands sensually traced his pecks, down his stomach. Fingers tracing at the groin of his pants. Sticking her long tongue out at him before quickly dropping a few feet and taking off in a hurry.
“Oh you're in trouble now!” Spike laughs and chases after her.
Spike could hear Rachel cackle in the wind. His wings beat hard in the name of love as he raced after his.
He goes to grab her but she suddenly dives into a cluster of clouds. Spike followed swiftly but soon saw that she was not in front of him.
Spike pauses, his wings keeping him afloat. He scanned the clouded area, looking for any sign of his Mate.
He tuned in his senses, getting her lovely scent and smirking. “Oh Rachel.” He singsonged her name, silently floating over to a direction.
He does hear another pair of wings flapping away from him, only causing him to chuckle. Hearing her move within the clouds, using it as a cover.
However, due to her sweet smell, it didn't work.
Spike just idly floated over to her direction in a leisurely manner.
After a few minutes of hide and seek, Spike finally caught up to Rachel, wrapping his arms around her waist before she could escape. “Got you.”
Rachel wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You do now.” She giggled.
Just as Spike was about to be rewarded by a sweet kiss, a sound caught his attention. “Uh, what is that?”
Rachel looked around to see where that sound was, she turned to the left and let out a gasp.
A large white airplane was rapidly flying towards their direction!
Spike swiftly shoved Rachel forward and he propelled backwards, near missing the plane, the wings of the plane were inches of clipping him.
The words DELTA AIRLINES sprayed across the plane as they flew past the couple. Those who happened to be looking outside saw the two dragons flying in the sky. One amid a five year old boy who had his face pressed up to the glass and his eyes widened seeing Spike.
The plane manages to fly past without an incident. Spike followed with his eyes, looking very puzzled as it disappeared from sight.
He looks across the way then to Rachel who also watched it go off.
“You good?” He asked.
She nodded. “I'm fine, that was a close one.” She huffed a chuckle.
He then points where the plane flew. “What was that contraption??” He asked in a confused tone.
Rachel blinks several times looking at the male drake. “It's an airplane. It's how humans are able to fly across the world. Nothing like the helicopters.” before starting to laugh at the look of his face as he processed this.
Another reminder how much Spike doesn't know about other human engineering.
After regaining their breaths, the two lowered down to the forest below for a break.
Rachel landed first, stretching her wings out before furling them close. Spike comes in from behind smoothly, wrapping his arms around her stomach, pressing up against her backside.
“Now I got you.” Spike spoke low, his teeth gnawing at the tips of her pony ears. His tongue flickered one of her earrings.
Rachel giggled, one hand reaching around to massage his earfin and the other rested on his arms. “You really must have enjoyed that dance.”
“Not as much as I'm about to enjoy you.” He growled softly, trailing his lips from her ears down to the crook of her neck. Her tail moved out of the way when he began rubbing his hardon against her bum, hearing her moan softly.
One of his hands moved, began stroking the fur of her wings, hearing her gasp loudly. “Spike~!” Rachel panted as she felt the nerves of her wings react to his touch. They flared out on their own so he has more surface to feel them.
Spike chuckled as he continued to tease her. Holding her tightly so she had no choice but to endure it. But Rachel was loving every second of it.
Massaging the left wings, starting from the base where it meets her shoulder blades.
As Spike was lowering his other hand down, slipping underneath her skirt to press up against her crotch, something in the bushes rustled that caught their attention.
The two froze as they looked to see what was coming towards them. They didn't have to wait too long as they heard oinking sounds.
Coming through the bushes, just grazing the ground, was a medium size wild boar.
The coloring reminds the two of a certain pig.
The two looked at each other with similar familiar expressions. They didn't say a word but both of them got the same idea, as they both matched grins before turning back to the boar.
As it grazed to find food, the couple quietly pulled away, got on fours as they began to stalk the unexpected boar.
It soon turned, no hesitation, turned around running away from the two.
They chased after it.
Two predators were on the hunt, running through the forest. The boar squealed loudly in fright as it ran. sliding all over the ground, kicking up dirt and rock.
Adrenaline pumping, heart racing, the thrill that comes from the chase excited Spike more, and to have his mate join alongside him, he wanted her even more.
Rachel flanks off to the right, planning on tackling the boar in another angle. Hopping over a fallen tree, trying to run faster to cut it off.
She then leaped off of a small rock to the boar, ended up missing the mark and crashed into Spike, trampling over each other and fumbling to the ground.
The hunt was short lived at an instant. They tried to move but they felt discomfort and pressure. When they looked at each other, their heads were pressed against each other. Somehow, their actual horns were tangled with each other and were stuck!
“Oh come on!” Rachel grunted, trying to move but couldn't, fearing theirs would break.
“Ow, ow, oh geez okay, um…” Spike said, attempting to get them unstuck. “Okay, hold still, both of us moving is only going to hurt more.” He tells her.
After assessing, Spike worked on getting them unstick. Takes a couple times and finesse that they safely got unstuck.
Falling to her butt, Rachel begins to laugh. “Thanks.” She tells him, happy to get unstuck, but laughing at something else. Spike couldn't help but laugh with her. Listening to that laugh was music to his ears.
“What the fuck is this day??” Rachel laughs. First the rude ass awakening from the Twins, getting stuck in an elevator for two hours, tearing her wedding dress by accident and now???
“I have no clue.” Spike responded with a chuckle.
Still with a giggle, Rachel crawled over to him. “Come here, you,” she said. Hands cupping his face before finally kissing him.
Spike growled softly against her lips, having her climb on his lap, legs straddling him. He slid his hands around Rachel's back, holding her as close as he could. His tongue was greeted with hers when he gained access, moaning softly.
Rachel continued to kiss him, sliding her arms around his shoulders, her hips grinding, panties grinding against his pants, feeling the bulge underneath her. Bumping and grinding in a sensual sensation. Her tail finds itself getting wrapped around Spike's tail.
“That's it,” Spike moaned against her lips in a huff. His hands moved to her hips, reaching to grab her ass, digging into the skirt. “Dance for me.”
Rachel hummed in delight, biting her lower lip sensually as she began giving him a slow lap dance. Hips rotating, her scent of arousal was strong, having a soft flush on her face as she danced for her mate.
Spike couldn't wipe this grin on his face as he watched her move. Each time she pressed against his groin, she would feel him so painfully hard.
He starts nipping and kissing her neck, his hands moving from her ass up. He began mending the top she was wearing. Undoing string and clasp, pulling it off of her and her breasts revealed. Once freed, he tenderly kissed every spot on her skin as he went down south. Licking the scaly space in between.
Rachel moaned, tilting her head back as she felt him there. Her hands worked to remove the neckpiece and set it aside somewhere and worked on removing his shirt.
Once off and out of the way, Spike held onto her as he rolled them both on her back. Tails unraveling as Spike got on top. Rachel spread her legs apart so he nestled between her thighs, feeling him pressing his raging bulge against her soaked fabric.
Spike kissed all over her stomach as he grabbed the hems of her skirt, lifting her hips to pull both it and her underwear off. Slipping it over her hooves and tossed off somewhere else.
Rachel whimpered softly when she lowered her legs, only to sit up a little and began rubbing his pants. Hand slipped in and began stroking his member before pulling it out. Her mouth watered at the sight of it.
Spike growled when she touched him, his hips jerked in her hold of him, moaning softly.
Rachel looks at Spike with bedroom eyes, while one hand was still rubbing him, she grabs his hand and places it over to her molted slit. Having him slip a finger in, not wanting his hand or mouth, but to show that she was ready for him.
Spike briefly finishes discarding his pants, tossing it somewhere else before pushing Rachel back down on her back, lips pressed against her. Grinding his length against her clit, lubricating himself with her natural juices.
“You’re so beautiful,” Spike spoke softly, bracing his hands on either side of her head.
Rachel gazed at him with love and devotion towards him, more than anything in this world. She placed one hand on his cheek, the other grabbing the back of his cock. Stroking his length before guiding it to her soft lower lips. “I love you, Spike.”
Spike nuzzled her palm, the warmth of her hand, one he felt since they first made love, and hopefully to many more for the years to come. “Forever and a day?” He asked, referring to her little saying with a smirk.
“Always.” She whispered.
Spike plunged himself inside her once she said it, hissing at the tightness of her inner walls clamping down on him. Hearing Rachel crying out, her legs wrapped around him when he moved his hips. Everything else quickly faded away around them.
Each thrust filled every inch of her. his claws digging into the ground as he found his rhythm, the smell of her scent and the sounds she made and the silken touch fuel nearly every sense of his being.
After facing that nuke, the thought of not being able to do the most intimate, sedimentary thing to her. She, saving his life over and over since they met, stood by his side no matter how much he had tried to push her away, when he left her.
She stood by him through all of it.
Spike knows he doesn't deserve her, but he's eternally grateful to her.
Spike began nipping her neck hearing her purr.
“Bite me.” Rachel moaned out. Her tail wrapped around his once more as their bodies intertwined.
Spike lifts his head up to look at her with wide eyes while still thrusting into her over and over.
It had been a good while since Spike sunk his teeth into her. He bit her several times when she was human, last time was in the Barn incident.
Dragons bite their mates during intercourse, marking them as theirs for all to see. The bite itself doesn't do much but the saliva of the dragon going into her bloodstream causes a sexual high.
“It's okay,” she whispered, raising her head up to his earfins. “I'm yours,” she said in a lustrous tone, nipping at the fins.
Spike began snarling, hips gyrating increased. “Say it again.” He ordered, each word emphasized by each thrust.
“I'm yours.” Rachel whimpers, feeling his head prodding entrance to her needy womb as release begins to inch closer. “I'm yours. Spike!”
Spike huffed, nuzzling his snout to her neck, words all but adding kindling to a burning flame.
“My. Queen.” Spike growled. “My. Mate.” hearing her moans, the feel of her tight crevices, the smell of her scent, any idle thought all but vanished. “MINE!”
Spike opens his mouth and sinks his sharp teeth into her flesh, piercing through her soft fur and scales where the neck and shoulders meet. Biting her deeply as he buried himself all the way to the hilt, snarling against her.
Rachel clutched onto him, letting out a loud scream, the sharpest of pain but pleasure came instantly. Their combined releases made her groan deeply, feeling warmth glowing in her womb and the effects of the bite and saliva taking effect.
When Spike pulled back, about to start again, a bit of her blood coating his lips, to his surprise, Rachel grabbed his shoulders, opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his neck, piercing through the deep scarring.
Spike lets out a surprised shout. His eyes opened wide. Though she didn't have the same effects as normal dragons, she still marked him.
Rachel pulls back, her lips now covered in his blood, her pupils were slitted. “I am yours, but you are also mine.” She panted.
Spike kissed her deeply with a growl and began moving once more.
The two reduced to their most primal forms of each other. The forest was filled with the sounds of the two and the smell of sex was strong. The need to mate, to breed was the only thing that was on their minds. Losing all sense of time, unloading load over load, spilling onto the forest floor.
And when Spike wants to “take a break”, he pulls out of her but goes down on her. Holding her legs apart and licking her down the center. Teasing her messy lips slowly before divulging himself, not caring that he could taste both his and her fluids on his tongue. He moaned in pleasure by her taste and feasted on.
Rachel writhes in his hold, her back arched when crying out his name. Her overly sensitive clit being suckled and grazed. Feeling her mate’s long tongue stroking her sweet spot took no time to climax all over him.
Spike growled in approval, taking everything in before moving his head away from her snatch. Just as she was making a reach for his magnificent cock, presumably to bestow Spike the same oral treatment he much deserved, he stopped her.
Having her flipped around, bringing her on her hands and knees. Fingers digging into her hips as he aligned himself. He draped her tail over his shoulders and shoves it back in with such force it knocked Rachel's breath out. Her coming instantly on its reentry. Spike resumed his rigorous love pounding.
What seemed to be minutes, hours, days, an eternity of passion until they were at exhaustion later, they lay on the ground, curled up and one another and fell asleep in each other's arms.
And a blissful smile came on Spike's and Rachel's faces as they drifted off to sleep in content.
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Rainbow Dash (EqG),Rarity (EqG),Spike (EqG),Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex
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In which Sunset attempts to convince her friends to join her harem through the power of graphs.
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<p>Sunset has a conundrum. All of her friends are super sexy and she wants to date them all. But modern problems require modern solutions and, fortunately for her, she has just the right one in mind to save the day for her and her friends...</p><p>Polyamory, of course!<br/>(All characters depicted are 18+)</p><hr/><p><b>Featured 08/8/2024</b></p>
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“Thank you again, everyone. This means more to me than you could know.”
Seven bodies sat in a crudely arranged semicircle composed of a mishmash of teal and orange plastic chairs. At the center of their attention was one Sunset Shimmer, who stood before them with a wooden stand holding what seemed to be a hastily thrown together and blown up bubble chart. Each bubble contained a small photo of every individual in the room, including its creator.
“I’m only here for the snacks,” Rainbow Dash grumbled, reaching for a handful of potato chips from the bowl Sunset had placed in the center of the half circle.
“I’m sure whatever it is you have to tell us is, uh, very important, darling, but was it really necessary this little soiree of yours be held in such a...compact room?” Rarity spoke, trying to maintain a diplomatic tone as she looked around the living room of Sunset’s apartment.
Sunset shrugged. “This is a highly…sensitive issue I’ve brought us all here together to discuss, guys. A little discretion was necessary. On that topic, the sooner I get started, the better.”
Applejack interrupted the girl before she could start, “And nobody’s hurt or in trouble, right?” A note of suspicion underscored her question.
“Nope,” Sunset answered, smiling.
“Magic related?”
“Well, maybe from a certain point of view…but, no, not really.”
Twilight grinded her jaws together, skepticism written all over her bespectacled face. Sunset’s vagueness had only deepened the oddity of the situation for her.
Sunset looked at the remaining face hands at her hip, and blue finger pointer at the ready, “Anymore questions, girls?”
The sound of Sunset’s AC turning on and Rainbow Dash’s chewing were the only sounds that could be heard in the one-bedroom apartment. Sunset’s grin returned, taking their silence as a reply. “Good! Let’s get started.”
Sunset pointed at the largest bubble in the graph, the one occupying its center, which also happened to contain a photo of said girl. “This is me.”
Seven heads nodded.
Sunset briefly pointed to every other bubble that had been arranged around hers. “And these are you.”
“This is dumb,” Rainbow Dash groaned, accidentally spitting crumbs onto Rarity’s lap. The fashionista sighed as she brushed away the morsels of wet potato, knowing how hopeless of an endeavor it would be to ask the girl besides her to chew with her mouth closed.
“You’re probably asking yourself, what is the purpose of this bubble chart? Well, it was the easiest way of visually aiding my, uh, argument.” Sunset wavered, suddenly looking uncharacteristically anxious before the group. She shook her head after a short pause and resumed, “Also, I just thought it looked really cute!”
A few murmurs of agreement from Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Twilight resounded throughout the room.
Applejack rapidly tapped her foot, sighing in frustration.
Sunset paused once more, taking another once-over of her friends as they expectantly looked at her. She placed her pointer down, and held up her hands, “Listen, it’s important all of us have a very…open mind about what I’m about to say.” Sunset’s face turned a light shade of red as she closed her eyes. More silence filled the room. Twilight and Fluttershy shared a concerned glance with one another as they silently mulled over whatever it was Sunset had to say.
Sunset let out an exhale as she opened her eyes. The anxiety had turned to cold resolve as she eyed her friends. “Basically, I think we should all start dating one another.”
Silence.
All hell broke loose in the room as seven voices simultaneously rang out.
“What the fuck, dude!?”
“Talk about upsetting the apple cart…”
“Ooh is this a cult? Sunset, are you starting a cult!?”
“Meep!”
“What a positively lascivious idea!”
“Uh, I need an adult…”
Twilight’s face turned bright red as she processed Sunset’s words. “Come again, Sunset? Did you…did you just say we should –
“Date!” Sunset smirked, “Yes, I did.” She held up a hand in a defensive posture, “Please, let me explain.”
Rainbow Dash crossed her arms. Her eyes narrowed at Sunset, “You better.”
Sunset ignored the desire to laugh at Rainbow Dash’s hypocrisy, as she had already caught the athlete checking out everybody in the room at least once already. She rolled her eyes and continued, “Look, long story short, I’ve come to realize a few things over the past several months. One, I’m attracted to all of you. Two, you’re all attracted to me! And, most importantly, all of you – “ She gesticulated wildly at every party in the room – “are attracted to each other!” She finished, a look of pure satisfaction adorning her face.
“How absurd of an idea! I don’t even like women, much less any of my friends!” Rarity growled.
“Oh, really? What did you say about Fluttershy’s date to this year’s Fall Formal again? Something along the lines of ‘good for nothing scoundrel who wasn’t fit to hold Fluttershy’s perfect hand and if he tries anything funny I’ll castrate him myself,’ right?”
Six faces turned to face Rarity who had begun to turn the color of one of her many pin cushions. Fluttershy stared at the girl, her face a similar shade of red, eyes wide. “I didn’t realize you felt that way about me, Rarity.”
“I don’t…I’m not a lesbian, I’m not…” Rarity trailed off, casting a pitiful glance at the ground.
“Well, duh! You’re not a lesbian if you like guys too, silly! You’re like me. I love ‘em both!” Pinkie let out, wearing one of her signature smiles and clearly enjoying the moment.
“I DON'T LIKE WOM-
“It’s okay, Rarity. I like you too.”
Rarity stopped, staring at Fluttershy, mouth completely agape. Rainbow Dash seethed in silent anger besides her.
“Whaa?” Rarity articulated.
“Ahem.” Sunset drew an imaginary line between the circles containing Rarity and Fluttershy, “As, uh, some of us come to terms with the nascent realization of our bisexuality, let’s continue.” With a surprising amount of intensity, Sunset jabbed her pointer into another bubble, “Twilight!” Said girl scrunched her face in panic at what Sunset had in store for her. “Let’s not beat around the bush here, Twilight. You like me. I like you. And we’re pretty much girlfriends already! Minus the, uh...” Sunset slipped a finger through a circle she had made with the other hand to complete the thought for her.
“What!? I like you as a friend, Sunset. Nothing more, I promise you!” Twilight said, her throat suddenly a lot more dry than it was before the presentation had begun.
Sunset raised an eyebrow, “Remember that time we went to the Planetarium – just you and I – and we spent the entire day together?”
“Y-yes? W-what about it?” Twilight squeaked.
“Oh, I don’t know, just that we held hands.”
“That’s perfectly normal friend beh –
“You told me I have beautiful eyes.”
“It was a compliment!”
“I wrapped my arm around you when it got cold.”
“Appreciated, but that wasn’t –
“Twilight, you spent the night here in my bedroom…with me…”
Twilight stopped, defeated. She looked at Sunset, her face burning, “O-okay, m-maybe I like you a little…”
“Glad we’re on the same page, girlfriend!” Sunset grinned, satisfied with the admission.
“N-no, we are not on the same page, Sunset! Even if I have feelings for you, that doesn’t mean I want to date the rest of my friends!” Twilight hissed, leaning forward in her chair to meet Sunset’s smug gaze with her own unamused expression.
“Ha! You’re right, I’m sure it wasn’t dating you were thinking about that time I caught you drooling all over yourself when Pinkie stole Rainbow Dash’s shirt at the beach, you perv!” Sunset countered.
Twilight’s eyes shot wide open. “I-I w-wasn’t drooling over anything, S-Sunset!” She stuttered out.
“It’s okay, Twilight. I think all of us burned that into our memory – cuz, shit, you can grind meat on those things!” Sunset threw Rainbow Dash a sultry gaze, which she responded to with a kiss and wink.
“Listen, egghead, if you wanted to see these bad boys, all you had to do was ask, and I’d give you an up-close introduction to them, babe.” Rainbow Dash smirked at her friend, who appeared to be going through a panic and horniness-induced existential crisis. Arousal flooded Twilight as she remembered the athlete’s shirtless form, causing her to visibly shudder. Thoughts of peppering each of the girl’s abdominal muscles with kisses were definitely not racing through her mind.
“They are quite nice,” Fluttershy added, wistfully staring at Rainbow Dash’s white shirt-covered midsection. Rainbow Dash smirked as she leaned backwards into her chair, basking in the attention.
“I rest my case on the Twilight front – unless you want me to continue, Ms. Applejack-Has-Such-Big-Strong-Arms.” Sunset said, staring at the girl who had taken to burying her head in her palms and was slowly rocking herself to cope with the embarrassment.
“You’re always checking out my butt, Twilight!” Pinkie interjected.
“You do have a pretty nice ass, Pinkie.” Applejack added.
“Thanks! I’m just glad that squat routine Maud recommended is finally paying off!”
“Oh, I didn’t realize your sister was into fitness. Do tell, Pinkie!” Rarity implored.
“No! Off topic, Rarity!” Sunset shouted, looking far more frustrated than she really ought to be. “Back to the important issues, guys.” Sunset said, pointing at Rainbow’s bubble.
“Do I even need to explain this one?” Sunset asked. No one protested. It wasn’t exactly a secret that the rainbow-haired girl had shown varying degrees of interest in all her friends, something she wasn’t shy about expressing, whether through word or touch.
Rainbow Dash feigned indignation, shaking her head in mock disapproval, until she broke the pretense with a sharp laugh. “Fine, unlike you guys, I’ll admit it: we’re all pretty fucking hot.” Why wouldn’t I want to bang it out with all of you?” She rested her case with a cross of her arms and smirk. “Ideally, in one big debauched orgy, of course,” Dash tacked on.
“I like the sound of that, Dashie!” Pinkie responded, sharing a mischievous gaze with the athlete.
“I can’t believe you know the word ‘debauched’,” Twilight whispered, her head still in her palms.
“Screw you.”
“Hey, it was just a –
Before the two could engage any further, Sunset slammed her pointer across the wooden stand, silencing the pair. “No arguing allowed! Unless it’s in the bedroom, and you’re trying to resolve it through aggressive make-up sex…and I’m there!”
“Ooh I’d have lots and lots of aggressive make-up sex with you, Sunny!” Pinkie Pie said, striking a tone somewhere between sultry and enthusiastic as she blew a kiss towards her leather jacket wearing friend.
“Me too.” Fluttershy quietly added.
“Let me stop you right there, girlie.” Applejack interjected, glaring at Sunset. “I don’t know what type of girl you take me for, but I most certainly am not attracted to –
“You’ve made out with Rainbow Dash.”
“That was a dare, and you know it, Sunset!” Applejack shouted as she pulled her hat down to cover her eyes.
“Three times.” Sunset finished, smirking.
“She can actually put that mouth of hers to good use when she's not using it to make a fool of herself…” Applejack grumbled, bringing her hat down even further in an attempt to hide the growing redness in her face.
“You’re damn right, blondie.” Rainbow Dash announced, licking her lips as Applejack began to slide down her chair in shame.
Sunset clapped her hands together in anticipation of total victory. Her plan was coming along nicely, and that was without the song and dance routine she had prepared as a last resort to get everyone to see it her way! The right way, that was.
Sunset put the pointer down and gestured towards the remaining attendees. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you two,” she pointed at the two pinkettes, “See the light, right?”
Pinkie Pie, not caring for subtleties, gave the girl two thumbs up and a voracious nod. Fluttershy looked away, finally displaying some hesitancy at the proceedings, “W-well…does this mean we can, like, have an, um, orgy?” She finished, almost whispering, but with a hopeful expression on her face.
“Glad you asked, Fluttershy, because I was just about to recommend that we blow through all the awkwardness and doubt by ditching the clothes and going into my room and just letting our bodies figure it all out!”
“I’m down with that.” Rainbow Dash shrugged, already removing her blue jacket.
“Took you long enough, Sunny!” Pinkie screamed as she set to work untying her boots. “Fair warning, everyone, I bite.” She said, grinning like a cheshire cat, eyes already scanning the crowd for her first target of the night.
“W-wait, how are we all going to fit in your bed, it could barely fit both of –
“Aren’t you the eager one, Twilight! But don’t you worry that brilliant, sexy head of yours – I’ve already gotten rid of my bed and covered the entire floor with carpet, blankets, and pillows!” Sunset beamed.
“Whaa?” Rarity said, her mouth still agape.
Fluttershy leaned over to place a hand under her friend’s jaw, closing it for her. She found Rarity’s lips with her own, kissing the fashionista for the briefest of moments. Rarity could only blink as her brain factory reset. Fluttershy giggled, “You’re so pretty, Rarity. I’ve been waiting years to do that.” Rarity smiled dumbly, faintly nodding her head at the thought.
Sunset shucked her jacket off, eager to start the festivities as well. “Before we start the greatest damn orgy in the history of orgies, I just wanted to say…” The girl paused, silently taking in her friends once more, all already in various stages of undress, “Thank you. This isn’t just about the, uh, hopefully mind-blowing and leg ruining sex we’re about to have, it’s about…family. You girls are like family to me and I love all of you so much, and now we have a reason to be together forever. Living, loving, and screwing together for the rest of our lives. It’s like a dream come true!” Sunset finished as she wiped away the moisture in her eyes. Several of the girls had similarly grown teary eyed, but smiles plastered every face in the room. Save for one.
A solitary arm tentatively raised from the back of the room.
“Sorry to, uh, interrupt the moment, but I have a question: what am I doing here?”
Instantly, all eyes locked onto the figure of their eighth member, who had remained a mostly silent observer up until this point.
“Oh my gosh, I almost forgot about you, Spike!” Sunset let out, embarrassment at her forgetfulness written across her face. Everyone but the boy in question began to nervously shift.
The lone male sat, sporting a strained expression and uncomfortably crossed legs.
“Ah, yes, Spike…” Sunset trailed off, trying to find her words. “Everything I said earlier applies to you too, dude.” She settled on, giving her best attempt at a comforting smile to ease the boy’s obvious nerves.
Spike raised an eyebrow, “I’m not just here out of, like, pity or something, right? You don’t have to let me join your, uh, group if you don’t really want me to. I’ll leave, no hard feelings, I swear.”
“NO.” Seven voices violently echoed through the room, startling the young man.
Sunset chuckled, “Wow, that was fast!” She gazed at the boy, eyes half lidded, “I don’t think I’d be asking you to join my hare – I mean, uh, our polycule if I didn’t like you the same way I like the others, Spike.” She sashayed closer to him, enjoying the way his emerald eyes glued themselves to her hips, “You’re hot, Spike. Your hair is to die for, your body isn’t half bad either, and that goofy little smirk of yours just drives me crazy every time I see it.” She stopped just feet away from the boy, looking down at him, watching him squirm under her gaze, “And it’s like a sprinkler down there when you snap and let out that inner dragon of yours. Dominance looks so good in green.” Sunset purred.
She also considered mentioning that the idea of watching him and Twilight bang one out was really fucking hot and made her knees weak just thinking about it, but that would have to wait for a more…appropriate time.
Twilight spoke up, “I don’t think I’d want to be here if you weren’t, Spike. You’re my best friend, I could never leave you out of something like this.” She looked down at her hands, her face now taking on a deep red hue, “And maaaaaybe I used to have a tiny crush on you back in Junior High.” Sunset bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement, as Project Spilight received its first official push forward.
Spike blinked.
“You’re one of the only guys worth a damn around here, pretty boy. And you ain’t too hard on the eyes either.” Applejack grinned.
“You’re sweeter than a pea, Spike!” Pinkie joined in, “So why don’t you come and plant your seed in my pot, all night long?” She suggestively wiggled her eyebrows at him for emphasis.
“If I'm gonna fuck a dude it may as well be you, green boy! I see the way you look at me, I know you want to!” Rainbow Dash announced, leering at him.
“There’s no other man I’d want more to bend me over and absolutely fucking ravish me than you, darling.” Rarity said, breaking from her stupor.
“Spike, I want you to pull my hair, spank me, and rail me so hard I can’t feel my legs for the next two weeks.” Fluttershy spoke calmly as a tender smile graced her lips.
“Okaaaay, that was, uh, interesting…but as you can see, Spike, all of us want you here.” She tapped her chin, staring contemplatively at the wall, “I suppose we could ask Flash if you weren’t interested…”
Faster than even Rainbow Dash could track, the boy’s purple over shirt had been discarded to the floor and he was now standing, unfastening his belt. “Now that’s what I like to see, greenie.” Sunset laughed.
“I’m in, I just wanted to make sure, that was all!” Spike hastily added, already stepping out of his jeans. The boy joined Rainbow Dash in going shirtless, happily putting his lean but toned body on display. He stood proudly in his dragon themed boxers, his eagerness on obvious display before his friends.
“Save it for the bedroom, Romeo. Speaking of which…” Sunset wrapped an arm around Twilight’s waist, pulling the girl into her. She began to guide her startled but receptive partner to the bedroom, as the others followed in behind them. Spike was being lead by both Rarity and Fluttershy, while Applejack and Rainbow Dash walked side by side, both still actively stripping off their remaining clothing. And, somehow, Pinkie Pie laid completely nude at the center of the room, striking a seductive pose to greet everyone as they entered.
Sunset reveled in her victory. Tonight was going to be the greatest, longest night of her life – hopefully the first of many high octane, love-and-lust filled nights to come.
Moans and shouts of pleasure filled the room to the break of dawn.
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Rainbow Dash (EqG),Rarity (EqG),Spike (EqG),Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex
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This May Require Your Participation
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In which Sunset attempts to convince her friends to join her harem through the power of graphs.
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<p>Sunset has a conundrum. All of her friends are super sexy and she wants to date them all. But modern problems require modern solutions and, fortunately for her, she has just the right one in mind to save the day for her and her friends...</p><p>Polyamory, of course!<br/>(All characters depicted are 18+)</p><hr/><p><b>Featured 08/8/2024</b></p>
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mature
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2024-08-13T22:51:13+00:00
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2024-08-17T05:32:28+00:00
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“O-okay, um, wow, Sunset, that was…that was amazing.”
Sunset looked up at the sweaty, panting mess that was her newly minted girlfriend waning down from another release. Her lips contorted into a wolfish grin. That was orgasm…number three? Maybe four. It was hard to tell. Not like it mattered much anyways – there would be plenty more in store for both of them tonight. After all, she hadn’t been making hollow boasts earlier when she had declared this to be an orgy for the history books – whether they be Equestrian or human.
“Glad you’ve finally come around, Twilight. Took you long enough!” Sunset spoke, her face still glossy with Twilight’s fluids.
“You…” Twilight paused, taking another breath to ease the pounding of her heart from the intense come down. “Invited me into a polyamorous relationship with all of my closest friends, then wormed your way into my pants before I could even fully process what was going on. Forgive my hesitancy, but I think a little apprehension was warranted.” Twilight closed her eyes to ruminate on what had been one of the most interesting past hours of her life. Gaining six girlfriends in the time it took her to brew and a drink a cup of coffee was outstanding enough, but the group sex was just the icing on the sexy, sublime cake.
“Granted! But…” Sunset wiped her face of its sheen, still grinning, “I’m sure you’re happy you’re here, getting eaten out by your girlfriend, instead of, uh, not getting eaten out, right?”
Twilight sighed.
“...yes."
Twilight opened her eyes, properly basking in the afterglow of, in Sunset’s words, mind-blowing and leg ruining sex, her entire body still radiating with heat. Sex was a base desire – usually only serving to distract her from her studies, inevitably at the most inconvenient of times, but, fuck, being on the receiving end of Sunset’s tongue and very nimble fingers sure beat fighting whatever socially disenfranchised teenager juiced on Equestrian magic the world had in store for them next.
“I knew you would, Twilight. I sure am! So is everyone else!” Sunset crawled upward to meet her girlfriend face to face, lightly straddling the red faced girl as she drew their lips together for a kiss.
“S-sunset, your face, it’s covered in my-
“That’s what makes it so hot, Twilight.” Sunset pressed forward, silencing her girlfriend with another kiss, deeper than the first. She pushed her tongue past Twilight’s lips, giving the girl a proper taste of her own essence as she explored every square inch of Twilight’s oral cavern.
Sunset released the girl’s mouth, choosing to attack her neck with small kisses and bites instead. She giggled at the low moans and squeaks being emitted by Twilight with the reception of every kiss, only pausing momentarily to nuzzle her neck. She stared down at Twilight once more, enjoying how the girl instinctively presented her neck, her eyes closed and hands clenching the layered sheets underneath them. “Aaaand, hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna be swapping DNA with a lot of people tonight!”
Twilight blinked, taking a moment to catch her breath again.
Then she laughed.
Whatever concerns she may have still felt faded into the recesses of her mind as she stared up at the woman on top of her. It was almost too good to be true. Call her an optimist, but Sunset might actually be right. This would likely only strengthen the bonds of their friendship, and it might even make their connection to the elements stronger! If her theorizing had any truth to it, she almost felt sorry for whatever would be evil doer ended up in the crosshairs of their Rainbow onslaught next.
“You have such a pretty smile, Twilight.” Sunset said, leaning down to nuzzle their noses together. They both laughed at the chaste touch, both enjoying the other’s closeness. “But I know you’re this happy because you finally get a chance to taste the rainbow over there.” Sunset said, lightly poking at Twilight’s belly for emphasis, causing the girl to giggle.
“I plead the fifth.” Twilight responded coyly, a nearly invisible smirk adorning her face.
“Can’t say I blame you; I can’t wait to put that geode of hers to the test one of these days…”
Twilight flashed a grin at her girlfriend, “Speaking of DNA swapping, mind if I return the favor?”
“Oh, sweet Celestia, yes!” Sunset purred, her entire body burning with desire for the younger girl. She quickly made to roll onto her back, hooking her arms around Twilight as she did so to leave her in top position.
“F-faster, Gumby!” Rainbow Dash barked, her fingers laced through the young man between her legs green hair, keeping him firmly locked onto her vagina. Sure, Spike wasn't exactly her ideal bedmate, but even she had to admit he was attractive in his own uniquely dorky, clueless sort of way. Although his mouth was certainly helping his case too.
And there were definitely far worse options on the offer for male entrants into their little band of carpet munchers Sunset could have suggested.
“I’m trying, I’ve never gone down on a girl be –
Rainbow Dash pressed his face back down to her folds, earning a glare from the boy as he was unceremoniously cutoff. She could only roll her eyes at her green headed friend – there was no time for complaining now, not as she was this close to finishing.
“Momma’s close, green boy. Real close. Just keep it up and I’ll, fuck, make it worth your while.” Rainbow Dash added, shooting the boy the best sultry gaze she could muster under the circumstances. With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, Spike resumed lapping away at his personal fountain.
Rarity laid almost completely still, save for the erratic panting, trying to collect her bearings. Being driven to the edge, only to be let down, over and over again, was starting to loosen her grip on reality. Her entire body was aflame with the relentless pleasure being brought on by her not-so-meek friend.
The animal lover was a surprisingly cruel mistress indeed, but her cruelty hurt in the best way possible.
Fluttershy loomed over the prone body of her girlfriend, lightly trailing kisses across her bare shoulders, enjoying the way she quivered under her touch. Without warning, Fluttershy sunk her teeth into where the fashionista’s neck met her shoulder, causing the girl to release a hiss from the sudden hit of pain and pleasure.
“O-oh, Fluttershy, you could have warned me f-first…” Rarity whimpered, still shuddering from toothy assault.
Fluttershy laughed before gently sucking on the same spot she had bitten, “Where's the fun in that?” Rarity's squeaks turned into moans as Fluttershy resumed her sucking, only with far more force in order to guarantee a mark on Rarity’s exquisitely pale skin. Fluttershy’s mouth glided across Rarity’s shoulders and nape, leaving marks wherever they touched. The girl stopped, taking a moment to enjoy the light bruising she had painted Rarity’s porcelain skin with.
“Your skin is gorgeous, Rarity…” She said, getting low to whisper into the girl’s ear. “It makes for such a pretty canvas to draw on…maybe we can turn it into a group activity, give everyone a turn to mark you up like the little painslut you are. Sounds like fun, right?” She looked down at the quivering form of her girlfriend, already imagining it littered with all sorts of obscenity. No answer was forthcoming from the quivering girl, but the leaking between her legs told Fluttershy everything she needed to know about that idea.
“W-where’d you get the whipped cream, Pinkie?”
“Details, details, Applejack…”
Applejack's back was pressed up against the wall as she cautiously eyed the steadily approaching Pinkie Pie, who was armed with nothing but her usual manic smile and a large can of whipped crème. She had to admit, for all the junk Pinkie ate on the regular, her metabolism must have been a gift from the gods because her body was the epitome of fit. Her stomach was taut and lean, her hips were heaven on earth, and, somehow, those same gods must have decided she wasn’t already blessed enough, because her tits were fucking magnificent. They were probably the second largest pair amongst the group, only behind Rarity’s!
Pinkie Pie stopped less than a meter away from Applejack’s crotch, already vigorously shaking the metallic cylindrical in her grasp. Applejack could only sigh as the girl reached over to pry her legs apart before aiming a burst of the crème onto her mound.
"What can I say? Every apple pie needs a little whipped crème!"
“That…was…” Sunset panted.
“Good, hopefully.” Twilight said as she wiped away Sunset’s juices from her face.
“Yeah…fuck, that was good.” Sunset trailed off, completely zenned out. This was just the beginning of their night, and it was already pretty fucking incredible. As far as she was concerned, this had already been the greatest decision of her life…and she had bubble charts to thank for that.
Twilight crawled into the space next to her, laying down as she surveyed the state of the room around them. Her friends certainly seemed like they were having fun, even if what Fluttershy and Rarity were doing looked a little on the painful side of things. Whatever floated their boat, she supposed.
Besides her, Sunset lay still. Her mind was still clouded over with the euphoria of her orgasmic high, but even in this state she knew something was amiss. The lust induced haze over her head was keeping it just out of reach...
She lightly drummed two of her fingers across the floor, hoping it would jog her memory.
Nothing.
But then Rainbow Dash came.
“OH SHIT, HERE WE GO, BABY!” The girl shouted with all the emotional restraint of a ten year old hooked on amphetamine.
She inclined her head at the source of the loud outburst – or, more precisely, the cause of the outburst. From her vantage point, a green mass of hair peaked out from between the athlete’s toned thighs, seemingly locked in place.
Now she remembered. It was Spike. Or, more specifically, Project Spilight. Sunset grinned as she gazed at the now concerned looking Twilight – it was go time.
“That was…fucking awesome, Spike. A little practice and you might just have Gilda beat at eating –
“I’ll be taking this!”
“Huh?”
In a mildly surprising display of strength and speed, Sunset had yanked the boy away from Rainbow Dash’s grasp, standing him up to guide him to his destiny: Twilight’s pussy.
“She’s all wet and ready for you, big boy.” She whispered into his ear from behind as she pressed her bosom into his backside.
“W-wait a second, Sunset, T-twilight and I don’t like each other l-like that.” Spike stuttered out as they approached the similarly flustered Twilight.
“Oh, please, I see the way she looks at you when she thinks no one is watching. Ever notice how clingy she gets when you’re around? Especially around Trixie?” Sunset paused, watching Spike nervously shift around as they stood before the still prone Twilight. “You heard it yourself, she had a crush on you in middle school.”
“Had…” Spike muttered, looking everywhere but at Twilight’s nude body.
“I don’t think it’s a coincidence her last boyfriend had green hair – she’s still got a case of that green fever, Spikey.” Sunset nipped at his ear, sending a shiver down the boy’s spine.
“S-spike, it’s okay if you don’t want to do it with me, there are prettier girls here anyways…” Twilight said, bringing a small blanket to hide away her body.
“What!? No way, Twilight. I’d love...” Spike caught himself, cringing slightly at how quick the admission left his mouth.
“Y-you would?” Twilight asked, her face beating a shade of red Spike didn’t even know was possible for a human to produce.
Spike looked down at her. Had Twilight always been this cute? She was his best friend – he had known her for most of his life, how hadn’t he noticed how unreasonably beautiful she was before seeing her naked?
“You see? She wants you.” Sunset cooed as she gently pushed the boy down to his knees. “Don’t keep your lady waiting, Spike.” Sunset said, joining them on the ground, but moving a short distance away to respect the privacy of their intimate moment. The superior angle it gave her viewing was just a happy bonus, of course.
Spike crawled towards Twilight, who had begun to recline onto her back once more. He hovered directly above his friend, supporting himself with both hands that were firmly planted on either side of her head. He looked down at her, unable to stop a grin from forming as they met eye to eye, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Spike brushed a few sweaty strands of hair away from her face. “Soooo…you wanna, like, have sex now?”
“Maybe kiss me first, you dork.” Twilight spoke, a playful edge to her tone as she rolled her eyes.
“Sure thing, Twi! Hope you like the taste of skittles!” Spike laughed, assaulting Twilight with a flurry of kisses across her face and neck.
“S-spike, you’re tickling me, s-stop it!”
Sunset watched on as the awkward but happy couple laughed away, intertwined in each other’s arms. The scene only reinforced her decision to offer Spike admittance into their group – she knew they were all quite fond of Twilight’s assistant, but Twilight would have never been truly content without him, even if she tried to deny it.
The sounds and smells of pleasure surrounded her. Rainbow Dash had formed a ménage à trois with Applejack and Pinkie, sandwiched between the two, energetically lapping away at Applejack’s core while simultaneously being eaten out herself by Pinkie. Rarity and Fluttershy were cuddling and trading small kisses with one another, clearly taking a break from whatever it was they had gotten up to in the meantime. Sunset was truly looking forward to the rest of their night – so many bodies to explore, so much pleasure to be had…could anything ever top it?
It’s not as if Princess Twilight and all her friends could ever cross dimensions and join in, right? The idea sounded ludicrous – six human females and one male, nine mares, and one drake coming together for the first cross-dimensional counterpart orgy of all time? How would that even work? She’d need a bigger room, that was for sure!
Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t hurt to find out?
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Nameless Narrator
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562993
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Changelings,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
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Path of a daughter
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Last survivors flee a universe they doomed into a seemingly peaceful version of Equestria they've never known, only to have a chance for a rematch..
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incomplete
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<p>UPDATES: When Bal'Gak the Soul Eater and circumstances allow it. </p><p>Nightmare Moon won, and the consequences were more disasterous than anyone could have expected. Equus has been scoured of life, and the universe followed shortly after. How was that possible? There's no one left to know other than a handful of monsters which Nightmare Moon bred to become her unstoppable army. Left to die off, accompanied by the echoing laughter of their creator, they find a way to an alternate version of their universe and, their choice being clear, set off in hopes of survival.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T05:23:34+00:00
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2024-08-07T05:23:33+00:00
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The throne room of the Castle of The Night is near-pitch black. A millennium before that, it used to be the original seat of power of old Equestria where two alicorn sisters ruled over the united species of ponies. Twenty years ago, it was an abandoned ruin known as the Castle of Two Sisters. Everything changed with the return of a banished alicorn going by the name Luna, sister to the ruler of Equestria at the time. Unfortunately, what truly returned was only a hollow shell possessed by the god of destruction and entropy. Whatever little personality and willpower was left of Luna was destroyed shortly after, and the entity now called Nightmare Moon started her campaign of domination and later destruction.
However, now’s no time for history. There will be no more history. The planets have stopped rotating, the stars have faded, the universe has gone silent, the avatar of entropy won, all because of what happened on an otherwise unremarkable ball in near-endless space called Equus.
Yet, as said earlier, the throne room isn’t entirely dark and silent. A flickering oval of black and purple flames is hanging in the air, slowly swirling around and there are twenty black equine figures standing in front of it, all emaciated to a level seemingly incompatible with life, ribs visible through rubbery, thin, chitinous carapace with only the faintest dark blue tint stretched over the bones. Now’s no time for biology and pondering how a species with both an exoskeleton and an endoskeleton came to be either. Their legs are shaking with exhaustion and fear while watching the oval with hollow, blue eyes, and breathing the thin air that’s still remaining on this dead piece of rock.
The final figure is a unicorn mare slumped on the marble floor. Her horn has been cut off, her mane and tail are gone, chunks of her flesh and both her eyes have withered away, revealing smooth bones and eye sockets, yet she is smiling as she’s gripping a rotten and torn purple, pointy wizard’s hat decorated with faded stars, the same pattern that’s on the tattered remains of a cloak on her back. She’s not breathing at all until she needs to in order to speak.
“It’s already a miracle that you’ve managed to make this portal-” she lets out a whispering wheeze, easily audible in the complete silence of the dead world broken only by the shallow breathing of the twenty others, “-even with the help of somepony as great and powerful as myself, so stop staring and go through,” the mare chuckles, “Unless you want to keep me company until the air runs out or you starve. I know a joke or two, I used to be a travelling performer.”
The female leader of the equines standing directly in front of the dark portal and pointing her horn at it is taller than the others and, unlike them, possesses a blue mane and a tail, both matted with dirt, sweat, and some kind of green goo. With the outside frozen over, hygiene has been on the bottom of the survivors’ list.
“Come with us,” she leans towards the visibly undead unicorn, her voice low and caring,“You’ve done so much to help and you’ll have about the same chance of survival as we will.”
“Tempting, if only to punt your father in the nuts for not killing me like he promised to when I helped him escape this wretched dimension, but no. We’ve all done too much and seen much worse. What I want is peace, and I hope you’re better at keeping your word than he was.”
“I don’t know if I can break Nightmare Moon’s curse-”
“I do,” the unicorn drags herself forward and a hint of desperation creeps into her voice, “We’ve been over this. You reverse-engineered this dimension portal spell just from my instructions and the trace of magic that coward left behind while escaping almost two decades ago. Your energy manipulation instinct may even be better than his, so surely you can unravel a god’s curse preventing me from dying. Come on, give it a shot! If you don't, I'll find a way to haunt you, little Queen,” her joking demeanor returns and she grins a half-fleshy, half-skeletal grin.
The Queen smiles back, faces the remaining nineteen members of her kind, and speaks out:
“Most of you have been with me since the beginning twenty long years ago-”
Shadows jump as the portal flickers and crackles. The Queen’s kin shoot the hole in the fabric of reality a glance as worried as their weary eyes can still muster.
“Less talking, more jumping into the unstable dimension hole that’s as likely to blend you as it is to lead them towards you father,” comments the undead unicorn.
“Right,” the Queen nods, nervously facing the portal again, “Who wants to go through, now’s the time. I must go last to keep the gate open.”
None of the others hesitate, all walking one by one through with number 3 being the first. The lack of agonized screams caused by shoving their faces into a surge of barely stabilized magic emboldens everyone going in after 3.
Once alone with the blue unicorn, the Queen concentrates on the magic that’s preventing the undead from finally finding peace. The closest simile to unraveling the powerful curse is untangling a particularly twisted knot.
The portal flickers again, and the Queen hesitates, her eyes darting towards it.
The more time she spends here, the lower the chance of her successfully leaving. One one hoof, the rotting undead that used to be Nightmare Moon’s archmage Trixie is responsible for most of the horrors over the past two decades which led to this moment and the death of the universe, all done out of insecurity and deep-seated hunger for power and respect. If there’s someone who would deserve remaining locked here until even time ceased to exist, it would be her. On the other hoof, by twisting the genetic material of the Queen’s father Trixie helped Nightmare Moon create the Queen and her kin - the army responsible for purging life from the planet.
The moment of hesitation passes.
Thread by thread, second after second, the Queen destroys the spell binding Trixie who, as her strength fades and her body begins to turn into dust, only lets out a barely audible whisper:
“Thank… you… for…” she only mouths ‘not leaving me’.
The Queen smiles.
“I promised.”
With those final words, the Queen steps through the collapsing portal, leaving the dead universe behind.
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Nameless Narrator
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562993
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Changelings,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
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Path of a daughter
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Last survivors flee a universe they doomed into a seemingly peaceful version of Equestria they've never known, only to have a chance for a rematch..
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incomplete
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<p>UPDATES: When Bal'Gak the Soul Eater and circumstances allow it. </p><p>Nightmare Moon won, and the consequences were more disasterous than anyone could have expected. Equus has been scoured of life, and the universe followed shortly after. How was that possible? There's no one left to know other than a handful of monsters which Nightmare Moon bred to become her unstoppable army. Left to die off, accompanied by the echoing laughter of their creator, they find a way to an alternate version of their universe and, their choice being clear, set off in hopes of survival.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-08T12:25:14+00:00
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2024-08-08T12:25:14+00:00
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The throne room of the Castle of Two Sisters has been rebuilt into a war room with a large, round table in front of the throne currently showing a holographic projection of the Equestrian campaign. Griffon forces have taken the eastern coastline from Manehattan all the way to Maretime Bay, while Nightmare Moon’s forces have successfully cut off central Equestria from the southern port cities through which the states of northern Zebrica have been sending help ever since a full-scale war broke out.
The throne room is empty with the exception of Nightmare Moon observing the map, the Queen and two more of her kin, Nightmare Moon’s bat pony General Grim Sky, and the griffon Commander Arius responsible for relaying communication and the synchronization of operations between Nightmare Moon and the griffon Generals.
“We are stuck pushing north but we’ve recently lost numerous patrols along the southern edge, specifically near the Everfree Forest and the Badlands,” says Nightmare Moon, conjuring a glowing pointer and first aiming it at a wide, open farmlands south of Canterlot before encircling the southeastern front, “As far as we know, there’s nothing in those areas that shouldn’t threaten an organized military unit. Arius, we need the Manehattan force to pressure Celestia’s army for the next month, give or take, so that we can withdraw some forces from the Canterlot line and push deeper into the suspicious areas to the south.”
Arius, deep in thought, circles around the table to see from Nightmare Moon’s point of view. When he’s just in front of her, he rises on his hind legs, turns sharply, and plunges a talon directly into the alicorn’s eye and…
… out through the back of her skull?
A burst of green flame envelops the griffon, revealing a creature curiously similar to the queen’s kin - a sleek, equine mare covered in black carapace instead of a coat, with glowing, teal, iris-less eyes, showing the fangs in her mouth as she smiles. A long and sharp, black spike is protruding from her hoof rammed through Nightmare Moon’s head.
“Queen Chrysalis’ sends her regards and condolences,” the unknown mare chuckles, “The changeling hive will-”
*CRACK!*
Blue, telekinetic glow envelops her and jerks her to the side so violently that the spike growing from her foreleg snaps off. Never ceasing to smile through the whole ordeal, Nightmare Moon pulls the biological weapon still covered in blood and brain matter out of her head and examines it with her healthy eye.
“A spy. That explains why our offensives were so uncoordinated with those of the griffons’ recently,” she looks at Grim Sky as if the strange enemy was just a minor inconvenience, “Send a missive to the griffons that Arius is dead and has been replaced by a changeling assassin. If the changelings have entered the war, they should also scour their own ranks for infiltrators. We’ll be tracking down their base.”
To the Queen, she adds:
“Rake through her mind and figure out where exactly the changeling hive is. Don’t bother being gentle. In case it wasn’t clear from the recent events, I’m suspecting the Everfree or the Badlands,” the alicorn tosses the assassin towards the Queen so hard she bounces off of the marble with a loud crack scattering shards of chitin everywhere. Rubbing her impaled eye as it quickly regenerates, she muses, “Note to self - remember to capture an ophthalmologist in the next raid, I don’t think I could pull off glasses.”
Stumped by the alicorn’s resilience bordering on immortality, the Queen nods towards the twitching and bleeding changeling before turning away and leaving for the dungeons. Her two companions grab the assassin and drag her away in tow.
***
Nightmare changelings, nightmares for short, that’s what she called us. Nightmare Moon wasn’t smart or creative, with her kind of power she never needed to be. Yet, we could never fully shapeshift into someone else, only transform parts of ourselves.
With a gasp, the Queen gets pulled out of the memory by cold biting her all over her paper-thin, drained carapace, into the world of rushing wind, loud, mechanical thudding and, most importantly - gravity.
War-honed reflexes kick in despite starvation and exhaustion, and the Queen braces herself for the impact following her brief drop and saving herself from having the wind knocked out of her. She doesn’t know what the hard thing she just slammed into is, but there’s some give to the material, so she gathers her remaining power, grows an ice-pick like spike out of her hoof, and rams it against the surface. It goes through, stopping the roaring wind from blowing her off of the moving thing she fell onto when the portal spell spat her out. Finally having a second to think and breathe, she looks around.
I’m on the roof of something fast and loud.
The fraction of a second to take in the blurry, white scenery rushing past whizzes by as a black figure of her kin flies over her like a rag doll, bouncing off of the roof. The Queen doesn’t wait for anything, drags herself onto all fours, turns around, slides along the metal, frosted-over roof, and uses the leverage of her hooked hoof to jump onto the next of the moving roofs across which the helpless nightmare’s body is currently rolling.
Changeling memories operate on the principle of a hive mind. With the last twenty survivors of a species instinctively sharing and storing knowledge as a collective, most of what they’ve learned over their lifetime is gone. Finally, however, the Queen’s mind comes up with a concept:
A train. We dropped onto the roof of a train.
Ice cracks and shatters when she lands on the next car and slips, the shards cutting her soft carapace and spraying her face. She doesn’t stop herself, instead using her speed and momentum to slide towards the barely conscious nightmare weakly grasping for anything to stop it from moving. Only once she’s within reach, she stabs her hoof into the roof again and grabs the exhausted equine. Their hive links are so weak they can’t communicate, and only up this close the Queen can recognize the mental signature of rank 7 pushing past the brink of death.
The Queen looks across the train. Thankfully, while it’s freezing cold, it’s not snowing, so she can see eighteen other shapes lying spread eagle, scattered across the ten cars of the train, all watching her.
Desperate times require desperate measures.
I’m not losing more of you.
To never lose a war of attrition behind enemy lines, Nightmare Moon’s twisted changelings feed on fear instead of love, and one tool to allow them to do so consistently is their access to sleep magic.
The Queen transforms her hook-hoof into a clawed one and raises it while biting her fangs into the ice covering the roof to slow her immediate slide. Agony followed by numbness quickly spikes through her muzzle as she makes a series of claw signals meaning:
“Split up, use sleep spell, feed, non-lethal unless it’s life or death. Extract back here.”
She doesn’t wait for confirmations and casts a sleeping spell of her own on the car underneath her. If she’s lucky, it’ll last a couple minutes. Her vision swims from the effort and her raised foreleg fails her. Sliding to the back of the car along with 7, the Queen herself has no idea where she’s getting the strength to keep going. Somehow -it’s all a blur now- in a semi-delirious state, she manages to drag 7 down to the space between the cars and then into the open section of the car itself, barely conscious enough to figure out the mysterious inner workings of a handle.
Door to the left. Rattle but don’t open.
Rattle again. They don’t swing open but slide to the side.
A room. A window on the other side with a table underneath. Useless.
Four ponies, two on a padded bench lining the room’s left and right wall each. Finally.
The Queen pulls 7 inside, closes the door behind them, and limps over to the closest sleeper, her eyes closing on their own. Thankfully, her feeding instinct takes over as she struggles to even breathe, much less stand. The pony whimpers and shudders in their sleep as the Queen’s power induces a terrifying dream in them, and slowly, painfully slowly, their fear begins to flow and nourish her.
As soon as she starts feeling her limbs again and can breathe more than just ragged, shallow breaths, she also starts sharing the regained energy with 7, stabilizing the near-dead nightmare over the course of two minutes.
The door slams open and two muscular earth pony stallions rush inside, immediately tackling the Queen. She knocks one out with a perfectly aimed blow to his temple, but the other one gets her into a leg lock. If her carapace wasn’t skin-thin, it would be the stupidest decision possible. Now, though, she can feel his foreleg tightening around her neck and doesn’t have the strength to grow a spike to stab him or anything else anymore.
She stops resisting entirely when the next figure rushes into the coupe. It’s a unicorn stallion with bright blue eyes, sandy blond mane, and bronze-colored changeling carapace instead of a coat. He freezes when he sees her, his eyes bulge, and his jaw drops.
He recognizes her.
Despite the Queen seeing him what was for her almost twenty years ago in his cell in the Castle of Two Sisters before he managed to escape, he looks almost just like he did then. The magical portal must have taken the nightmares through dimensions to a fixed point in time. His reaction only cements the idea that it was a much shorter time for him than for her.
With a raspy, exhausted voice, barely more than a whisper, the Queen says:
“Hi… dad?”
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Nameless Narrator
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562993
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Changelings,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
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Path of a daughter
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Last survivors flee a universe they doomed into a seemingly peaceful version of Equestria they've never known, only to have a chance for a rematch..
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<p>UPDATES: When Bal'Gak the Soul Eater and circumstances allow it. </p><p>Nightmare Moon won, and the consequences were more disasterous than anyone could have expected. Equus has been scoured of life, and the universe followed shortly after. How was that possible? There's no one left to know other than a handful of monsters which Nightmare Moon bred to become her unstoppable army. Left to die off, accompanied by the echoing laughter of their creator, they find a way to an alternate version of their universe and, their choice being clear, set off in hopes of survival.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-12T04:54:16+00:00
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2024-08-12T04:54:16+00:00
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Casting light into the night from braziers and torches emitting blue flames, the highest spire of the Castle of Two Sisters towers over the tallest trees of the Everfree forest. Even as just a ruin, the castle is equally majestic as it is sinister. Despite its nightmarish and eerie outer appearance, what’s happening inside the castle’s bowels is much worse.
There are countless hidden and deathly silent rooms in the maze-like underground, yet one doesn’t count among those. This room is square, with a hollowed-out, circular area in its center with only one exit consisting of a shattered set of stairs which gives it the feeling of either a giant jacuzzi or an arena. The latter is more likely, as there are ragged and terrified ponies wearing shackles on their forelegs huddled together in the middle. The reason why is simple - pony-sized eggs belonging to gods-know-what are lining the wall of the pit and seem to pulsate as if ready to hatch. Three wiry, yet strong-looking, bat-winged ponies are standing each by three of the four sides of the room, all wearing dark purple helmets and chest plates and armed with spears and spiked, combat horseshoes. The main reason why the scared prisoners, which the ponies clearly are, aren’t trying to escape or fight, however, is the final figure watching them - a black, female alicorn wearing a smooth, light blue helmet and royal regalia adorned with the symbol of a moon standing by the room’s entrance.
Staring with superiority at the group of trembling ponies, the dark alicorn’s horn lights up with faded, red aura, and she traces a magical symbol in the air as if carving it directly into the bleeding flesh of reality. The symbol pulses, and one of the catatonic ponies tenses up as they start choking, pawing at their neck while their eyes roll backwards. The other prisoners shuffle away as much as their chains allow and one mare downright screams when her back touches one of the large eggs surrounding the inner edge of the pool.
When the suffocating pony stops making noise, the alicorn flicks her horn, and the pony’s body twists one final time like a rag being wrung out with a series of sickening crunches of a skeleton losing battle against such devastating telekinesis. As if expecting something, the alicorn’s gaze shifts and lingers on the eggs, but nothing happens and she tosses the pulverized corpse at one of the still responsive victims - a stallion who yelps, heaves as if he was about to throw up, and starts sobbing when nothing comes out. Whatever the grim show was supposed to cause didn’t happen.
The crimson sigil pulses again and more prisoners whimper this time, looking at each other to see who’s the next victim. This time, it’s a red-coated, earth pony stallion, not catatonic, and muscular from hard work, his physique untouched by starvation in contrast to most others. He must be from the most recent kidnapping haul. Unfortunately for him, it looks like his musculature only serves as a challenge for the sadistically grinning alicorn because she skips the choking step and starts twisting his body despite him grunting in resistance. His grunts turn into screams once the first rib snaps like the crack of a whip, yet the alicorn doesn’t speed up despite the pony losing control of his body out of sheer agony. In fact, she seems to slow down, and the dim glow of her horn violently twists the heads of every prisoner towards the gruesome spectacle, prying their eyes open for good measure.
“Monster!” screeches a ragged, orange mare, whose healthy build hints at her being from the same recent raid as the stallion, while the others whimper.
The alicorn’s smile only grows as her telekinetic grip turns everyone’s heads again, this time towards the brave, stupid, or simply hopeless victim.
“There is so much untapped hatred and pain in you,” says the alicorn in a tone smooth like butter as she her horn glows again, this time not with the previously shown dark magic but with the pale glow of full moon, “I see, this one is your brother,” she laughs and the visible red glow cast by the evil rune hanging in the air around the red stallion’s chest tightens.
“Ya gotta fight her, Big Mac!” the orange mare calls out a desperate yet the most useless supportive platitude she can.
“Y-Yup!” grunts Mac.
“Oh, he is,” the alicorn lets out a single, short laugh, after which the room goes silent with the exception of the stallion’s grunting and the whimpering and heavy breathing of other prisoners. To the prisoners’ surprise, the alicorn’s telekinesis lifts the red stallion out of the pit and sets him in front of the alicorn. Only when Big Mac is on all fours again, the telekinetic glow surrounding him dissipates. The alicorn measures him, clearly impressed, “You are strong, even for an earth pony.”
“Yup,” grunts Mac, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“It would be such a waste to simply sacrifice you in order to awaken my new tools, wouldn’t it?” grinning, she glances at the large eggs.
“Yup.”
“You’ll do much better as an addition to my Nightguards.”
“Nope. Nope. Nooope,” Big Mac shakes his head before the pain of his crushed torso warns him that he should stop moving.
“Maybe I’ll transform you into some behemoth monstrosity to use against my enemies then.”
“Nnnn-nope!”
“Tsch! Indecisive,” the alicorn shakes her head, “Nightguards it is,” she looks him in the eyes while her own turn into pools of white glow. Moments later, Big Mac collapses on the floor. Before anypony can do anything, he rises again, blankly staring at the alicorn who simply states, “I am Nightmare Moon, I am the night, and now you serve me.”
The stallion takes a deep breath and replies:
“My brothers and sisters, warriors of the night! We stand at a crossroads. The weak sun may offer false hope, but we know the truth. Nightmare Moon is our queen, the embodiment of true power! Her eternal night blankets us in a glorious darkness, a time for dreams and shadows.”
“Uh- oh- I- well-” Nightmare Moon blinks and leans back in surprise. Unperturbed, Big Mac continues:
“Let our enemies tremble! Let them fear the moon's cold gaze, for it is a reflection of Nightmare Moon's will. We, her loyal subjects, swear our unwavering devotion. We fight for her dominion, for the night shall reign supreme!”
“SHUT UP! Go back to your normal speech or something,” Nightmare Moon glares at him.
“Yup,” Big Mac nods.
“You’re still under my control,” she adds.
“Yup.”
“Perfect.”
The orange mare charges towards the edge of the arena, aiming to use the eggs to climb out even with her shackled legs. Everyone screams, some trying to stop her in fear of more punishment and some encouraging her. The glowing, blood-red sigil still hanging in the air pulses again, letting out an invisible shockwave that stops the mare in her tracks, leaving her shaking and straining against some invisible force mid-pounce. Her muscles bulge, she growls, and with the snapping of reshaping bones her muzzle sharpens and teeth sharpen, molars lengthening into fangs. She suddenly roars, the tears on her cheeks hissing out as her eyes burn out from the inside with sickly green and yellow fire. Witnessing the transformation, the other ponies squeeze themselves against the eggs lining the pool’s edge, now more terrified of one of them than whatever might the eggs contain.
That is their mistake.
Of course they can’t know it, but the alicorn can see their fear as a cloud of mist swirling and growing around them, and that mist is now finally being absorbed by the eggs. She smiles and flicks her horn. The transforming mare roars again, all traces of equinity gone from her voice and leaving only a beast full of hatred, and more noises of shattering bones and tearing muscles come from her legs. Her skin and coat there bulges, and what looks like hard bark rips through from her knees down, forming clawed gauntlets around all four legs. The finished abominable mix of pony and a timberwolf finally breaks the chain holding her forelegs together as well as the invisible bonds of magic and looks around, hungrily licking her lips, just as the eggs start to crack. With a flash of the alicorn’s horn, all shackles binding the pony prisoners vanish as well.
One terrified prisoner inspired by the orange mare immediately tries to use the egg to climb out of the pool, their leg breaking the shell and falling on the floor. Their fall strips a part of the shell and reveals the emaciated-looking equine creature within, which walls out, briefly twitching before going still. More and more eggs crack, now on their own, and the creatures inside awaken. They look like ponies, starved, coat-less, and covered instead in black, skin-imitating armor. Some are taller, some bulkier, some are even foal-sized, but all have razor-sharp teeth and fangs.
Without any signal, the guards stationed around the pool throw their weapons into it at random, both spears and spiked horseshoes, before jumping in as well, unarmed but still wearing their armors.
“Finally!” the alicorn lets out a sadistic chuckle and announces, “Only the last ten of you will walk out of here alive. Yes, that goes for you, ponies, as well. Aren’t I such a merciful ruler? Now pick up the right tool and KILL!”
With a telekinetic shove, she sends Big Mac flying into the pit again. The glowing glyph pulses again and sears the order into the minds of the monsters and the newly created lycanthrope as well, awakening the former and fully releasing the latter.
The free-for-all begins.
***
As the confused and hungry nightmare changeling who would later claim the title of the Queen takes a crushing blow to the face from a desperate and terrified earth pony, she wakes up with a gasp and raises her head, immediately fully aware of her surroundings.
Nothing has changed since she passed out moments after the ponies who captured them gathered everyone in one car and set up guards. The soft thudding of the train’s wheels is still there, the nineteen mind links that respond to her instinctive mental ping are there again, showing that her king have grown a little stronger, her father is still there, telekinetically writing something into a small book, and an armed pony alerted by her movement is watching her with narrowed eyes.
We’re all alive. Everyone managed to feed a little before they got caught and, since they didn’t resist much they didn’t waste energy on fighting. We’re hungry but not dying of starvation anymore.
There’s nothing left to do but to rest and recover.
The Queen lays her head down on the carpet again, closes her eyes, and lets the slow breathing of 1 and 2 pressed against her from both sides lull her back to sleep.
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Nameless Narrator
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562993
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Changelings,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
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Path of a daughter
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Last survivors flee a universe they doomed into a seemingly peaceful version of Equestria they've never known, only to have a chance for a rematch..
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incomplete
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<p>UPDATES: When Bal'Gak the Soul Eater and circumstances allow it. </p><p>Nightmare Moon won, and the consequences were more disasterous than anyone could have expected. Equus has been scoured of life, and the universe followed shortly after. How was that possible? There's no one left to know other than a handful of monsters which Nightmare Moon bred to become her unstoppable army. Left to die off, accompanied by the echoing laughter of their creator, they find a way to an alternate version of their universe and, their choice being clear, set off in hopes of survival.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-16T12:03:47+00:00
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2024-08-16T12:03:46+00:00
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An armed pony opens the train door for the Queen, revealing a group of soldiers wearing gold-foiled Royal Guard armors already fanned out with their spears held tight. However, after three days of constant sleep on the train that turned out to be some kind of a military transport, the Queen is calm and collected enough to sense that worry emanating from the guards which is creating an invigorating ambience for the fear-eating Nightmares.
“Move along, please!” says a grey, eye-patch wearing earth pony in his forties keeping an eye on the Queen personally. While he isn’t bearing any official insignia, every single armed pony on the train has been obeying everything he said during the trip.
“Easy, Solid Steel,” says the Queen’s father, pushing through the soldiers crowding the open section of the train car, “Seeing a bunch of goons just itching to poke those spears into somepony can’t be comfortable,” as he passes the Queen, he smiles at her, “Don’t worry. If they want to have a go, they’ll have to go through me first, and I know enough about the Royal Guard to recognize recruits with only a couple months under their belt,” he steps outside, making the guards back off and fan out wider, takes a deep breath of the cold, mountain air in the earliest grasp of winter, and says, “Never thought I’d see this place again, never thought I’d miss it.”
The nervous guards who grip their spears tighter the second the Queen’s gaze slides over them aren’t what’s making her stand still…
***
The Canterlot mountain is riddled from top to deep underground with tunnels from old mining operations, but not only that. Despite what the tourists are told, ancient magic helps hold up only the castle itself. The rest of the upper city is supported by enormous pillars underneath it, buried at an angle into the mountainside and, most importantly, building-sized hooks made of reinforced and magically treated concrete inside the mountain itself lining the inner radius of the city. These enormous constructions are normally accessible to the inspectors via the sewer system. However, a sufficiently sneaky and insane pony could mine into the secret areas through some of the unstable, old tunnels, risking a cave-in way before doing any damage to the infrastructure.
The three dozen Nightmares who survived the mining operations and the infiltration have finally finished setting up plastic explosives provided by their griffon allies, and report to the Queen via their mind links.
We’re ready.
“Set off the timers in thirty seconds and retreat into a safe distance. I’ll report it in,” the Queen mentally broadcasts her orders before turning a vial fastened to one of the charges around. Supposedly, this chemical reaction is a timer which will set the bomb off, which will in turn start a chain reaction detonating all the others she set up over the holding hook.
Thankfully, the mental communication isn’t obstructed either by the solid material around her nor the immensely powerful shield protecting both Upper and Lower Canterlot from Nightmare Moon’s armies. The only problem is the distance, but with how much fear there is everywhere in and around the besieged city, the Queen is in no danger of running out of power.
“3378, report to General Grim Sky that we’re setting off the charges in twenty,” she sends the message out.
“Remain within safe distance with the spare charges just in case something doesn’t work out,” 3379 relays Grim Sky’s answer.
The Queen flees back into the tunnels, counting:
1… 2…
10… 11…
12-
Her changeling instinct shuts her hearing off just as the first hints of a shockwave of pressurized air reach her, and her experience with surviving explosive spells of unicorn wizards makes her dive for the floor.
The rumbling and tearing of concrete and solid rock as if the entire world was being violently ripped in half paralyzes the Queen, and only the sight of the floor and ceiling starting to crumble under her drags her out of the shell shock for long enough to scuttle deeper into the mountain in pure panic, trembling, crying, and bleeding from every orifice with every cough forced by the inhaling in the resulting cloud of grime and dust. Something internal caused by the shockwave, likely. The worst part, though, is the sudden absence of almost all mind links she was directly connected to for the operation.
No, the worst part is the sudden gust of wind when the crumbling stops and the Queen can see everything from the clear sky, the golden magic shield surrounding the twin cities, the Nightmare Moon’s armies outside of it, and the rubble of the upper city tumbling down the side of the mountain directly on the defenders and the refugee camps surrounding Lower Canterlot.
As the tiny ponies below recover from the blast, they start trying to escape through the protective barrier and quickly realize it’s not going to happen. Some flee along the edge, some begin fruitlessly bashing their hooves against it, some just start praying. Unicorns responsible for keeping the barrier up try to end the spell and collapse from the magical feedback of such a monumental collective undertaking stopping so suddenly. None of it matters, though, as the avalanche of masonry eventually lands and paints the golden shield, which was supposed to protect them and instead became their prison, with raised clouds of grey dust and red mist.
Darkness falls as the moon eclipses the sun and the shield finally fades because there’s almost no one left to keep it going, and Nightmare Moon’s army charges the few remaining defenders of Canterlot crawling out of the mix of rubble and fleshy paste left behind by their friends and families to fight their final fight.
The Queen doesn’t join the fight, sitting at the open edge of the tunnel and hugging her knees. Three out of thirty-six Nightmares made it out.
Did the griffons really underestimate the power and timers of their explosives, or did they try to double-cross us?
***
She doesn’t let a single emotion show, and follows her father onto the platform, decidedly paying no mind to the Royal Guards slightly lowering the tips of their spears. The upper Canterlot train station is a simple, two-track affair full of decorative pillars supporting a metal and crystal roof above. The station in the lower city was massive in comparison, serving both for cargo and passengers, while the ponies occupying this one are almost all unicorns who have clearly never seen hard work, and ones wearing exceedingly expensive-looking clothes on top of that.
“It’s strange to see Canterlot so full of life,” she says, looking directly up through the ceiling, enjoying the fear-laced cold air rushing through her nose and down to her lungs as if it was a draught of water after a hot day, this time represented by the stuffy air of the train, “It’s the first time in my life that I can see the sun, and the first time in months that there isn’t overcast gloom or complete darkness, dad. Not including our landing on the train.”
“Blazing Light, just call me Blazing, Blaze, anything like that,” the unicorn’s voice immediately turns nervous, “I’ve been thinking about our situation and I realized that, since the portal seems to have sent you to a specific point in time roughly a day from where and when I landed and you’re twenty, I’m about five years older than you. I’m as far from dad material as one can get- what is, umm, she doing? I’m not used to mares sniffing me, or doing anything other than yelling ‘get away, creep!’,” he steps away when he notices a Nightmare stretching her neck towards his blond mane with her head tilted sideways in curiosity.
“5 is from one of my many clutches. She didn’t mean to startle you, she’s just curious about her grandfather,” replies the Queen.
“Stars above, I’m a grandfather too?” Blazing rolls his eyes.
“Way more than that,” says the Queen, “Any time any of the army deployment needed bolstering, they captured enemy combatants and used some of us to hatch reinforcements in days. Since we were split between all combat fronts, not even I have any idea who is from which generation aside from the firstborn and my own clutches.”
This seems to calm Blazing down a little, and he lets 5 approach and put her head on the back of his neck.
“Leave the family reunions for later,” orders Solid Steel in a friendly but firm tone once all the Nightmares have been herded out of the train by the soldiers.
As the escort of soldiers and guards surrounds Blazing Light and the Nightmares, the bronze unicorn-changeling hybrid gets going, and the Queen follows.
“What’s going to happen now?” she asks as they enter the white, open streets of Upper Canterlot and feel the cold wind on their faces.
“That depends,” Blazing shrugs, “I’m returning from successfully saving a second version of The Crystal Empire from an evil warlock king -that’s where the train was taking us from- and I’ve never met this dimension’s Celestia before, but I doubt she’ll be insanely evil or anything, so I’m expecting a looot of questions all both of us. Speaking of which - how come you’re the only one talking? Is it a Queen thing?”
“I think so,” the Queen nods, “They can talk, but opening the portal to this dimension was… costly. Thousands of us sacrificed whatever little of their energy was left in their bodies so that I could cast the spell, but I had no idea how badly that would damage our hive mind and how much knowledge we would lose. I could barely remember what a train was when the portal spat us out here, and I can talk because I was personally doing it a lot while discussing strategy at the war room, relaying orders to non-Nightmares, or giving reports. Even that-” she points to a cart passing by, “I can sense that most of us can’t recall the word ‘cart’. It’s going to take us some time to recover, but once we are strong enough to use our mind links consistently to share information again, we’ll be re-learning a lot of things we once knew.”
“Hey,” Blazing smiles at her, “If you need a place to rest and recover, Equestria is the best. Aside from the occasional world-ending threat passing through. Once you get used to those, it’s all lush forests, great views, and fresh air. Unfortunately,” he raises on the tips of his hooves to see over the tall guards around the group, “It looks like right now the ponies think we belong to the bad guys category. It’ll pass.”
“Everyone is staring, and I can sense a lot of fear,” the Queen raises her head as well. With her, the Nightmares, and Blazing being fairly short, the members of their military escort are like a tall wall of solid muscle and steel around them.
“Can’t blame them,” says Solid Steel, leading the group, “The invasion happened only over half a year ago.”
“What invasion?” the Queen shoots her father a puzzled look, “The one you saved this place from, or…?”
“Riiight, you’re from that far back in time and Chrysalis’ invasion didn’t happen in your reality,” Blazing shakes his head, “Bet they’d trade a night spent in changeling cocoons for what happened to them instead.”
“We lost a lot of good ponies,” says Solid Steel darkly, “No matter, from what we know we assume the vast majority of changelings died, and they won’t be a problem in any perceivable future, but the mental scars remain,” the grey earth pony shakes his head, “Nevermind. What I’m trying to say is that it would make things a lot easier on the general public if you and your kin, as changelings, could transform into ponies.”
“We can’t do that,” the Queen shakes her head. That’s a lie, albeit only a technical one.
“Huh?” Solid Steel shoots her a surprised look. So does Blazing, immediately sensing that something about the Queen’s statement was way too careful.
“We can transform parts of our bodies, mostly for a specific use in combat. We can harden our carapaces or grow spikes and blades, but we can’t just observe a creature and fully transform into it like changelings can. We weren’t made to be infiltrators, Nightmare Moon made us to be weapons.”
“Hmmm,” Solid Steel rubs his chin, clearly not persuaded. Blazing, however, comes to the Queen’s aid by saying:
“That might be my fault. Nightmare Moon didn’t make Nightmare changelings out of real changelings. She made them using me, and I’m kind of a weird hybrid due to whatever spell Chrysalis used on me. That’s why you can use unicorn magic while changelings in general can’t,” Blazing suddenly laughs, “Easy way to confirm that - how do you guys feel about flying?”
“We can fly, but it’s generally very uncomfortable,” says the Queen.
Blazing sighs, his legs starting to wobble at even the thought of height.
“Yep, they’re mine…”
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Nameless Narrator
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562993
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Changelings,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
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Path of a daughter
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Last survivors flee a universe they doomed into a seemingly peaceful version of Equestria they've never known, only to have a chance for a rematch..
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incomplete
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<p>UPDATES: When Bal'Gak the Soul Eater and circumstances allow it. </p><p>Nightmare Moon won, and the consequences were more disasterous than anyone could have expected. Equus has been scoured of life, and the universe followed shortly after. How was that possible? There's no one left to know other than a handful of monsters which Nightmare Moon bred to become her unstoppable army. Left to die off, accompanied by the echoing laughter of their creator, they find a way to an alternate version of their universe and, their choice being clear, set off in hopes of survival.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-19T04:45:39+00:00
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2024-08-19T04:45:38+00:00
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The beauty of the Canterlot castle’s throne room with its high ceiling, white pillars decorated with patterns of amethyst and gold, and stained glass windows depicting heroic deeds of the past matters none to the Nightmare changelings. For the first time since entering this world, all but four of them are hesitating, lowered in a fight or flight stance with eyes peeled and legs bent, and this time it feels to their armed escort that flight is the preferred action. Even the Queen’s breathing quickens slightly as she lays her eyes on the tall, white alicorn sitting on the throne. Gritting her teeth, however, she straightens up, looks at 2 and 3 by her sides while shadowed by 1 directly behind her, and sends a simple mental message:
“We killed her once. We’ve dealt with worse since.”
***
Blazing rays of sunlight so intense they scorch deep grooves into the ground evaporate the siege machinery standing within the range of lower Canterlot, Nightmare changelings, and all mortal soldiers alike. The ranks of Nightmare Moon’s army sieging Canterlot break, soldiers screaming and fleeing in panic as they boil inside their metal armors. For the first time since Nightmare Moon’s campaign started, the sun has risen, and the furious white demi-goddess with mane and tail burning like an orange conflagration is floating above the lower city, supported by ranks of unicorn wizards. Even with Nightmare Moon casting every protective spell at her disposal, conjuring shields of pure interstellar darkness, and the fledgling Queen as well as the ranks of Nightmare changelings using their inborn and yet untrained magic resistance to soften the blows of Celestia’s divine power, the attacking army is forced to retreat, suffering devastating losses. Assaulting Canterlot with an army of drafted civilians, brainwashed slaves, some loyalists, and a horde of Nightmare changelings, who barely saw a real fight aside from overwhelming a small city here and there with raw numbers, a mere year after Nightmare Moon’s rise proved a terrible plan.
However, even with her flesh scorched and chitinous carapace boiling off of her under one of the solar beams, the Queen survived and, over a decade filled with fighting real soldiers and magic users later, the Nightmares would get their rematch.
***
“I have received your message, Solid Steel,” says Celestia, still casually sitting on the throne while the Nightmares led by the Queen and Blazing approach and the soldiers spread around, “Doppelganger saviors and interdimensional visitors, oh my,” she smiles a careful but friendly smile aimed at the Queen, “I admit I would like to hear your side of things before I decide what to do with you.”
“Can we trust her?” whispers the Queen towards Blazing.
“Hurtful…” comments Celestia without her smile leaving her face.
“You can trust her to give you a chance to prove yourselves. I already saved Equestria, so it’s your turn to show who you really are. No pressure,” replies Blazing after a brief thought which the Queen deciphers as:
That’s not a ‘yes, you can trust her’. He leans towards yes but has his doubts. Does he have a bad experience with his version of Celestia too?
“I understand,” says the Queen out loud, “Your Highness, I could be here forever, summarizing the details of our twenty years of existence, but the short version is that we are weapons created by Nightmare Moon from our father’s essence-” she nods sideways to Blazing, “-after she trapped him during his dimensional jumping. We had no idea what we even were until we were sent to eradicate real changelings. From what I understand, we have incomplete shapeshifting abilities which specialize in combat enhancements and some resistance to magic,” the Queen undersells their shapeshifting and completely lies about the extent of her magic ’resistance’. After all, if this Celestia proves hostile, the Nightmares are going to need an ace up their sleeve, “We were enslaved by Nightmare Moon’s magic after each of us hatched and became a major part of her army. Over the course of two decades, we entirely wiped all life from this planet - fauna, flora, aerial, underground, all of it. When the planet became a dead rock, Nightmare Moon left us to die of starvation. With the last bit of help from a unicorn wizard whom Nightmare Moon betrayed, we managed to make a portal which would follow our father and landed here,” the Queen, again, heavily downplays the abilities of the Nightmare changelings.
“That’s quite the story,” Celestia remains calm, only raising an eyebrow, “but I would be a pretty hypocritical ruler if I didn’t give you the same chance to redeem yourself that I gave to my sister.”
“Oh, right,” Blazing scratches his head nervously, “Long story short, this world’s Luna was saved from becoming Nightmare Moon for good, so expect to see that familiar face around.”
“WHAT?!” the Queen growls.
“Calm yourself,” Celestia raises her voice slightly, narrowing her eyes at the Queen, “Were I not one to give her a chance, what makes you think I would give one to you? Luna is my sister and she has beaten the corruption, that’s all that needs to be said. If you want to be given a chance, you will have to give a chance in return. What do you say?”
The Queen takes a deep breath.
“All we know is war. When we weren’t on deployments, we usually slept but we will do our best to fit in. We want…” she pauses, “We want…” she looks at Blazing, “I don’t know what we want. I don’t know what is there to want. We always only got orders. All I know is that we want something else.”
To her surprise, Celestia finally stands up from the throne, walks over to the Queen, and offers her hoof, which the Queen hesitantly shakes.
“I know how scary it is to start a completely new life, but also how necessary it may be. It might surprise you, but you’d be far from the first ex-foe to build a better future here,” Celestia gives the Queen a courteous bow.
“You know,” a black-coated bat pony mare with red eyes and a mane of the same color whom the Queen has seen accompanying her father multiple times raises her hoof, “Running around calling yourselves Nightmare changelings can’t be great for PR if you need to eat love, unless you run into some really weird freaks,” she adds, wincing, “And since you’re not exactly changelings and Nightmare Moon has been dealt with in these parts, how about a rebrand? Oh, and Blazing?”
“Yes, Chokey?” Blazing looks at her while she shoots him a mischievous smirk.
“You told me the Queen here doesn’t have a name. Since the others go by numbers like changelings, how about you name her?”
***
“Guiding Light, the Queen of the dreamlings,” mutters Guiding to herself as she’s lying on her back inside a cell in the Canterlot castle dungeons.
The dreamlings were assured that locking them up was just a temporary measure until the powers that be figured out what exactly to do next, and the large, conjoined cells were the only place where the dreamlings could comfortably be together while still easy to keep an eye on.
7 shifts in his sleep. Like everyone else, when there’s nothing to do, he’s conserving energy and recovering. The problem is that he took going through the portal the hardest, and is losing energy much faster than the others.
Reeeally wish we had something like a doctor, but all we ever had to do to recover was feed and rest. Now, feeding could land us in serious trouble.
Guiding didn’t tell Celestia how dreamlings feed, so the ponies in general assume they eat love just like normal changelings. Blazing knows, of course, but he hasn’t told anypony.
She turns her head towards the cell’s bars. Two Royal Guards are in view, but she can sense the emotions of two more behind the wall. They’re all nervous, which is enough fear for the sleeping dreamlings to remain stable, but 7 won’t last. The problem is that casting a sleep spell and evoking nightmares in the guards will take time and if somepony else comes to check, the dreamlings will be in trouble.
The guards are bound to change shifts. I have to wait until night, and then even if they fall asleep it won’t implicate us.
In order to make sure 7’s situation doesn’t get worse, she rolls over to him, puts her horn to his forehead, and transfers most of her energy to him.
I can last until the shift changes, and there’s enough magic everywhere around I can drain to cast a sleep spell.
Guiding smirks.
That alarm spell they secretly put on this cell feels especially tasty.
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Some Leech
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562996
| 1 |
Rarity,Spike,Comedy,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex
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Up In Smoke
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Rarity wouldn't be caught dead with a cigarette - that being said, she's not above using one to get her way...
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complete
| 82 | 5 |
<p>Smoking is a dreadful habit - positively <i>dreadful</i>. Cigarettes stink, they can stain one's coat or clothes, and they're quite addictive, although they have their uses. With her oral fixation chipping away at her, Rarity resorts to something rather underhoofed to satiate her marish needs...</p><p>Kinks Include: Oral, Rough Oral, Size Difference, Transformation, Trickery, Interspecies, Face-Fucking, and Almost Too Much of a Good Thing - <span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">Almost</span>...</p><p>Artwork by whydomenhavenipples (Twitter @Mcsweezys)</p><p>If you want to help support me, I have a Tip-Jar/Patreon <a href="https://www.patreon.com/someleech" rel="nofollow">HERE</a></p>
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mature
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2024-08-06T20:47:47+00:00
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2024-08-06T20:47:47+00:00
| 1,264 |
Halfheartedly sweeping the walkway leading to her shop, Rarity wiped her brow and fought the urge to curse the balmy midday sun. A refined mare like herself should hardly be working in the oppressive heat of summer - worse still, she’d been outside for the better part of an hour. As she slowed and went to wipe the sweat from her brow, the familiar sound of a certain somepony - well, no, somecreature crept to her ears.
She nearly stumbled over her hooves while she turned, raced to the door, and fumbled for her purse. This was it, her first and best chance to test a little theory she’d been stewing on, and she’d be darned if she was going to waste it. Pulling an ivory and platinum adorned cigarette holder from her hoofbag, she smirked.
“Hey there, Rare…” a familiar voice began and instantaneously trailed off.
Focusing on the task at hoof, and slipping one end of the cigarette holder between her lips, Rarity magically tapped a pack of smokes upon her lifted forehoof. “Hello, Spike! I trust you’re doing well today?”
“Uh,” Spike grunted. “What are you doing?”
Rarity waited until she’d opened her cigarettes, lifted one from its packaging, and gingerly stuffed it into the holder. “What does it look like, darling?”
Gradually lifting her gaze, she smiled and peered over at him. His expression was, in a word, absolutely priceless. Ordinarily cheerful and upbeat, the diminutive dragon stood gobsmacked. She paid him little mind, doing her best to casually ignore his dumbfounded state, and ignited her cigarette with a spark of her horn.
The moment she took a drag, her lungs heaved and spasmed violently. She’d had some idea what she was in for, having heard stories about how dreadful smoking was, yet the accounts she’d been given hadn’t done the dreadfully unhealthy habit justice. An acrid flavor coated her palate, an unsettling lightheadedness overtook her, and it took everything in her power not to break into a coughing fit - still, in spite of how terrible the singular hit of the cigarette had been, she willed herself to grin as she slowly exhaled.
“R…Rarity, I didn’t know you smoke?” Spike sputtered.
Taking a second, albeit smaller puff, Rarity lifted and lightly flicked the holder. “I don’t - pardon, I didn’t smoke.”
Spike stepped back as if stricken by her words. “W…what? Why would you start?”
“Because, darling, it’s in vogue,” she coolly explained. “All the up and coming fashionistas and starlets have taken to smoking, so I thought -”
“That’s stupid!” Spike bleated, cutting her off while furrowing his brow up at her. “Do you have any idea - any idea how bad that stuff is for you?”
Clamping the cigarette holder between her teeth, Rarity dismissively waved a forehoof. “I’m sure those are all conspiracy theories - fake news, as they say. There’s nothing whatsoever unnatural about burning a bit of plant matter!”
While it pained her to tell such a bold-faced lie, it was a necessary evil. There were a great number of ponies both in and beyond Ponyville who cared deeply for her, yet there were few who viewed her the way Spike did. The adorable little dragon saw himself as her knight in shining armor, a valiant hero who would protect her from all harm, and it was the worst kept secret in town that he’d fancied her from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.
“As a matter of fact,” she added before he could reply, “I can prove it.” Levitating the pack of cigarettes over to him, she turned the tiny box to display a particular seal. “See, one-hundred percent natural!”
Spike smacked the package to the ground, set his jaw, and leveled a clawed finger up at her. “I don’t care if it’s natural! Rarity, that stuff can kill you - like actually kill you!”
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about, darling,” she smoothly countered, feigning ignorance as she helped herself to another drag. Holding her breath for as long as she could, she blew a gout of smoke from her sinuses. “S…smooth…”
Celestia help her - if this plan didn’t work out, she didn’t know what she was going to do! Was it cruel to make somepony needlessly worry about you? Admittedly, yes. Would the small torment be outweighed if everything went according to her scheme? Without the slightest shred of doubt. Gradually trotting over to Spike, she went to deliver the coup de grâce.
“Would you like to try?” she purred as hovered and turned the cigarette toward him.
Spike’s eyes widened, his mouth twisted into a deep scowl, and he clenched his fists in impotent rage. She’d sought to strike a nerve with him, and she’d done just that - perhaps she’d even done it a bit too well. Gasping as he slapped the cigarette and holder from the air, she recoiled in insincere shock.
Storming past her, Spike grabbed her by the forehoof and all but dragged her to the Carousel Boutique. She’d seen him fearful, she’d seen him upset, and she’d even seen him frustrated on a number of occasions, but never, not a single time, had she witnessed such anger from him. Trotting along beside him, she started when he released her and slammed the door closed.
“Rarity, I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he sighed, “but I am very, very disappointed in you.”
His words cut deep - so deep that she didn’t have to fake being wounded, yet she reminded herself that it was all for a dubiously just cause. As she lowered her gaze to the floor, her shoulders sank. Now that step one had been accomplished, getting him somewhere private, the trickiest part of her ploy would begin.
Pacing in front of her, Spike pinched the bridge of his snout. “Honestly, this has got to be the worst thing you’ve ever done - for buck’s sake, I would have rather caught you sucking somep…”
Her head shot upward, her heart skipped a beat, and a thrilled shiver ran up her spine. She’d meticulously written and practiced a speech justifying her actions, falsely claiming she had an uncontrollable oral fixation that smoking may satisfy, yet serendipity had just delivered her something an order of magnitude better. With bated breath, she cleared her throat and said a mute prayer.
“Sucking on somep…?” she murmured, leaving the question to hang.
Reluctantly meeting her gaze, he scrunched his snout. “Somepony!” he spat. “Seriously, finding you getting frisky with somepony wouldn’t be nearly as bad as getting yourself addicted to cigarettes!”
With her tail threatening to flag, she held her ground. “You jest! For starters, a cultured mare would never engage in such libidinous activity - secondly and just as prudently, wherever would I find somepony to, as you say, suck.”
As she peered down at him with a heavily lidded eye, he swallowed hard. Beads of sweat rolled down his brow, he fidgeted in place, and his forked tongue ran over his lips. It was painfully obvious that he’d been put on the spot, yet that hardly mattered - what did matter was the pink, hardening length emerging from his otherwise featureless groin.
“Well?” she pressed. “If you haven’t a proper alternative to my cigarettes, I’ll bid you adieu and -”
“M…me,” he muttered, his voice quaking and weak. “I…if you’re gonna suck on something, suck me off.”
The request, though shaky and lacking any teeth, excited her to no end. Nopony knew it, not even Twilight, but she’d pined to get a piece of Spike ever since he’d graduated from the School of Friendship - yes, it would have been easier to simply pull him aside and have her way with him, yet the direct approach was far to pedestrian for a mare like her. As her eyes drifted down his body and settled on his growing arousal, her mouth set to water.
She turned her nose up and defiantly huffed, rebuking her instincts. “You’d come to my shop and demand that I fellate -”
“I said suck it!” he repeated, his tone taking a steely edge.
There was only so much anypony could endure - for Rarity, being in the company of an assertive, youthful dragon who’d likely gotten off to thoughts of her pushed her composure well beyond its limits. Lowering herself to the floor, she steadily opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She may have fantasized about this moment for months, although that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have to work for it.
Spike only hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. Maybe he’d been thrown off by her lack of resistance, or perhaps he was still trying to process everything that had happened over the last few minutes - in either case, his libido ultimately won out and compelled him to act. Holding the base of his length in one hand, he guided his endowment into her snout.
Closing her lips around his shaft, Rarity groaned. A dragon’s equipment was a far departure from that of a pony’s, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find them utterly enthralling. With a thick, tapered tip, and covered in slick, almost rubbery flesh, Spike’s cock was everything she’d dreamed of - sure, he was as well-hung as some stallions around, yet he had an ace up his nonexistent sleeve that equines didn’t.
She turned her eyes upward and to his face as he started to languidly move. The view of him from such a low angle was compelling, making him appear larger and more assertive than ever before, and that was only one of the magnificent elements to the seemingly spontaneous exchange. Putting her lips and tongue to work, she mopped his pistoning shaft while caressing and lovingly massaging the underside of his length.
Servicing a stud, be they a stallion or not, was an experience to be relished - doubly so when the stud in question has had the hots for you for years on end. As shameless as it was, she’d waited for this exchange for ages, ever since she’d learned she captivated him, and now the cat was finally out of the bag. Leaning in and kissing her lips to the soft scales of his groin, she groaned.
His taste was wildly exotic, like spiced fruit with a pinch of salt, and the smell - heavens, the bouquet of his unmentionables was intoxicating. She’d pondered long and hard about what it would be like to have some fun with him, imagining what it would be like to ravenously slurp on his draconic endowment, yet the bestial aroma radiating from his loins caught her unawares. Tickling her uvula with the slender head of his cock, she gave a mute, tactical gag.
One of the trickiest things about fooling around with anypony for the first time was that you rarely knew what they were into! Some stallions savored tender lovemaking - whereas others preferred being assertive. If her suspicions and the various articles she’d consumed about dragon courtship were correct, Spike might enjoy a small boost to his ego.
At best, she’d hoped to give him a grin - at worst, she may have startled him - to her shock, she did neither. Grabbing her ears, he squared his stance and bucked his hips so hard that he drove her head back. Gracious - for something doing something as simple as pretending to choke on him, she’d apparently touched a lecherous nerve!
Vehemently fucking her muzzle, he grunted like a beast possessed. She may have - no, she had to have tapped into his repressed lust for her. The poor thing, he’d more than likely been jacking off furiously to the thought of her since he’d first made her acquaintance, but it was alright. Now that he was legal, and they had nopony to interfere with them, they could both cut loose and enjoy themselves.
Moving in tune with him, she ignited her horn to knead her aching nethers. Many mares viewed blowing somepony as a chore, a necessary part of beguiling a lover, but not her - she adored it. The thought of being viewed in a erotic light, a sexual outlet for virile studs, fanned the flames of her desires like few things ever had. Pulling back and clearing her snout, she snickered.
“So fierce,” she giggled. “Oh Spikey, I didn’t think that - Glk?!?”
Shifting one hand and taking a white-knuckled grip of her horn, he snarled and drove his shaft down her throat - not to the back of it, down it. What in the world was going on? One moment, he’d fit the entirety of his cock into her muzzle - the next, he was large enough to cleanly block her airway! With her eyes starting to water, she peered up at him and made a startling revelation.
The tang on her tongue grew sharp, the scent in her nostrils became harsh, and the sight of him evoked a curious blend of awe and dread. In the scant few minutes since they’d started, more than just his chipper demeanor had shifted. Growing taller and broader by the second, Spike curled his lip over a set of savage looking fangs.
Despite all of Rarity’s devious designs, spending months in preparation for the mere hope of seducing Spike, she’d made a monumental oversight - draconic greed. She’d experienced such a thing only one time prior, being essentially kidnapped by her then oversized, would-be paramour, although this time was worse - far worse. She had no friends to rely on, nopony knew she was in peril, and worst of all, even if somepony did come to her aid, she would have a difficult time explaining why she was doing something so scandalous with a creature half her age - even then, should she somehow make a plausible alibi, she’d have to live with the indignity of being caught in an exquisitely compromising position.
There was only one thing she could do, so she did just that. Bracing herself and taking sips of air when she could, she drew upon her carnal prowess. Any virile male’s rut-lust would subside after they’d gotten some relief - as such, it wasn’t a leap of logic to think that Spike would revert to his normal, small, good-natured state once he’d gotten his rocks off.
Many mares in her position may have sailed into a panic, especially due to increasing size of the cock swabbing her gullet, but not her - on the contrary, Spike’s raw zeal sent her into an amorous frenzy. With her marehood winking and sending rivulets of nectar running down her inner thighs, she frantically twisted her rock-hard nipples while caressing her bulging clit. To her surprise, she didn’t just like how domineering he had become - she loved it.
Spike rumbled and slowed while he stared down at her. She’d had to stand to accommodate his rising stature, although that ultimately proved inadequate. The good news was that there was a solution for the unexpected dilemma - the bad news was that it promptly robbed her of what little control she had.
Bending forward at the waist, Spike wrapped his claws around Rarity’s midsection, effortlessly lifted her from the flood, and began screwing her snout like she was a living, breathing sex-toy. The spectacle of them was the very definition of depraved, a dragon holding and fiercely humping a mare that was less than half his size, yet the sight was far from the only sinful element. Gags, gurgles, and whimpers mingled with sonorous grunts and growling from the two, the shop’s interior positively reeked of sex, and things were getting progressively more intense while their passion soared
Rarity’s legs hung limply beneath her as her strength gradually faded away. The lack of oxygen was doing a number on her, making her lightheaded and woozy, yet she willed herself not to black out. Purely from getting her muzzle rutted, she teetered on the brink of what she felt sure would be an incredible climax.
Simultaneously pulling her to his groin while bucking his hips, hilting her with every thrust, Spike moved harder and faster with every passing second. She assumed he had to be close, that she’d soon earn herself a Princess’ ransom of dragon seed straight into her belly, although once again, and much to her chagrin, she failed to account for all the factors at play.
Spike gave a deafening roar when he buried his shaft and fell still. It took Rarity a moment to figure out why he’d stopped, yet the reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Sweltering heat blossomed in her abdomen, her stomach gurgled in protest, and her normally flat tummy rounded and hung heavily beneath her as she was filled with what felt like a bathtub’s worth of cum.
The orgasm which struck her when she understood what was happening was like none other. Her legs danced in the air, sparks shot hither and thither from her horn, and torrents of marish juices gushed from her spasming depths. Stars above - she hadn’t cum that hard in - honestly, she didn’t think she’d ever cum that hard before!
Held in Spike’s clutches, she sputtered gobbets of thick jizz from her airway when he finally rolled his hips back and withdrew his titanic length. “T…that was - Cough - a…amazing…”
She’d presumed - hoped his post-coitus euphoria would have calmed him, taming the savage beast and bringing him back to his senses, but she’d been wrong. With a glint in his eye and a twisted, toothy smirk, he lazily turned her to face away from him. Lowering her head and glancing past her cum-bloated belly, she went slack-jawed when she saw his endowment hadn’t softened in the slightest.
“R…round two?” she meekly inquired.
Spike’s chuckle was like a landslide, deep and imposing as he touched his cock-head to her slavering entrance. Like many unfortunate ponies throughout history, Rarity had been undone by her hubris, although that was hardly a bad thing. Now that she’d broken the ice with her not-so-little admirer, irrespective if she was going to be trotting funny for the next week or so, she was certain that scratching her lascivious itch would be much, much easier…
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Nightprincessluna
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562997
| 1 |
Original Character,Porn,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Fetish,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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A Spa Day For A Monster
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A monster of a mare swaps out a battlefiled for a day at the spa where she plays with a cute stallion.
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incomplete
| 20 | 3 |
<p>Jacky Bloodfang is a monster, a warrior, a different breed of batpony. Today she is trading a battlefield and a battle axe for little scented soaps and a day at the spa with a cute stallion to play with. </p><p>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>)</p><p>Contains: Hypnosis, vampirism, cumming hooves free, and a mad monster of a mare. (The death tag is for flashbacks to her time in battle)<br/>Cover art is by Rinikka<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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mature
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2024-08-06T21:52:24+00:00
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2024-08-06T21:52:24+00:00
| 307 |
In the land of Equestria, most bat ponies were fairly simple, elegant creatures, widely considered to be nothing more then slightly more brooding and uppity variants of pegasi as they flitted about in the sky and went about their business.
What most ponies did not know however was that there were actually several different types of bat pony, and the ones that flitted about in the sky and made brooding poems were just one of the many types that had mostly died out in the years following the banishment of Luna to the moon. Not all of them had gone extinct however, and some of them were even thriving in the new civilized world that had followed after Luna had returned.
She was one of the lucky ones. Almost as graceful as her kin, but seeming much more bestial in her appearance. Silent, strong, deadly. Her name was Jacky Bloodfang. Nobody knew if that was her actual name or just a moniker, and while most people who gave themselves such names went on to join rock bands and commit to a goth lifestyle, she had earned the name on the battlefields and war zones where colorful ponies had no place.
Nobody had dared to call her name edgy for fear of their throat being ripped out. Jacky was a killer through and through, darting about atop wings, hoof and axe blows raining down on her foes to soften them up before her sharp fangs made short work of their throats.
She was a revenant, a relic of an age where things had been much more simple and strength had been the only deciding factor in whether or not you got to eat. And what was it then, that this black furred monster with the fangs and the crimson eyes that sent fear shooting into the hearts of almost all who beheld her was up to on this fine summer morning?
Well that was simple. It was spa day.
The little bell over the front entrance to the shop gave a little tingle as she squeezed her well-muscled form through the doorway. She had been on a long campaign, away from the comforts of home. Her gray mane was a mess, blending the red streaks that were spread across it together until her mane was an unreadable mess of colors and tangles.
The little mare behind the counter looked up at the hulking mass of muscles forged in war and fangs forged in blood before her. She was a young, light green pegasus mare with a single flower pushed behind her ear, and she timidly stared down at the clipboard before her, then back up to the hulking monster.
“Miss Jacky?”
Jacky smiled down at her, showing off teeth like knives and fangs like daggers.
“Yes, I’m here for my appointment.” Her voice was that of a mare, nobody could agrue that, but there was no warmth or life to it. It was as though she had clawed her way out of the grave, but somehow it was still a commanding voice, the kind of voice that turned the blood in your veins into ice.
The little mare behind the wooden counter nodded, then waved a hoof towards the set of double doors that led into the spa proper.
“The spa is that way, I’ll just get your slippers.”
“Slippers?” Jacky asked, a low growl in her voice that she hadn’t intended.
“Yes. They have a special grip on them to keep you safe on the floor. They’re complimentary!”
The mare turned, busy digging through a box behind the counter. Jacky tried to not loom too threateningly behind her and instead examined the small waiting room. A waiting room in a spa was a bit of an oddity, but this was one of the best spas, so it made sense they might not always have enough room for everyone.
The room was small, and there were only four stairs stacked up against the back wall, but between them was a table piled high with books and magazines. She wandered over to them, her keen eyes scanning over them. None of them caught her attention until the very last one, which seemed to be a magazine about a pen and paper roleplaying game.
She plucked the book up and briefly stared over the cover, a picture of a heroic knight baring down upon some great beast. In her line of work she’d met a lot of ponies that had heroic ideas and ideals, and a smirk briefly spread onto her face as she remembered how most of them had died shitting themselves or crumpled after their rations ran out and dysentery set in.
She didn’t find it funny they were dead, more in the fact that heroic ideals and ideas seemed to only be good for getting ponies killed, and yet they never seemed to die out. There was always another white knight ready to die for something stupid. Jacky was a monster. It wasn’t pretty, she didn’t get statues or stories, but in the end she was the last one standing.
A soft cough from behind the counter dragged her from out of thinking about such things and she focused back on the present moment, the mare holding a pair of four white fluffy slippers out towards her. She had to stretch them slightly to get them over her hooves, but they fit, and they felt nice. It was as though she was wearing four baby bunnies on her limbs.
Now that she had her fluffy white slippers which were meant to protect her from the floor, she strode her way through the set of double doors and into the spa proper, announcing her presence with all the confidence of someone that knew they could kill everyone in the room without issue.
The spa was a lot larger then she had thought it was going to be. Firstly, there was a large swimming pool that took up the vast majority of the room, then in front of that there were two round brass bath tubs set into the floor a distance away-
The smell of chlorine hit her nostrils and she was too lost in a laughing fit for a few moments to take in the rest of the room as she remembered how Lord Sunny Standard had died. They’d been crouched in a muddy shit hole for weeks, he’d sent his squire home after a cunt of a zebra had given him a nasty wound, and- And-
She had tears in her eyes as she remembered. This ball, with a bunch of holes in it, had landed next to them, spewing this purple smoke everywhere that smelled like a swimming bath. Sunny Standard had coughed, laughed to himself, and said “These zebras are throwing incense at us. Are they trying to scent us to death?”
And then he had coughed up the inside of his own lungs.
Well. It was funny when she remembered it. She wiped the tears from her eyes and realized that a small brown stallion with kind blue eyes was staring up at her.
“Miss? Miss? Hello, Miss? Are you okay?”
Jacky Bloodfang gazed down at the stallion, who was wearing a white spa outfit, and she realized that this is what stallions these days looked like. He didn’t look hard, he didn’t look wiry, he looked girly, and soft like a peach. She didn’t judge him for that however.
Lifting one of the fluffy slippers up to her face she gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave him a gentle smile. “Sorry. I was just remembering something funny. Do you work here?”
The stallion nodded, “I do. I’m going to be your spa worker today. So if you want a massage, a wash, or any of the other treatments included in your package, don’t hesitate to ask!”
For a moment, she was lost again. Jacky had been told that she needed to enjoy life more and do more “mare” things. Now she was here, she didn’t actually know what it was that she wanted however.
Well.
“Ah… Do you do teeth whitening?”
The stallion looked confused for a second. His brow furrowed beneath his long mane, which was the color of red grapes.
“Unfortunately not ma’am. That’s more of a dentist thing.”
Jacky let her disappointment show upon her face. “I see. But I really want my teeth cleaned. Are you sure that’s not something you can provide? Surely you must have toothpaste and some brushes, no?”
For his part, the stallion, who she had only just now cared to discover was called Viny Heights, looked very confused for a few moments, before giving a nod. “If Ma’am wishes it, I am sure I can find something.”
She smiled, “Thank you very much, Viny. And I would love a wing massage to go with it.”
He nodded, but was clearly very nervous being next to a creature that could rip his head off, which was a very valid thing to be concerned about.
The next five minutes was spent waiting for the stallion to gather the needed things as she quickly discovered the massage benches had an issue. They were far too small for her giant frame, her limbs still touching the floor even as she lay across it, and her head far too big to easily fit through the hole that it had been designed for.
In the end, she had to lay herself out across the faux leather massage bench like she was some kind of animal skin rug. The mental image amused her long enough for Viny to return with a simple plastic toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. She scanned her crimson eyes over to him and peered directly into his soul.
“Alright Viny. Show me how you treat a beast.” She gave him a wink, she couldn’t be sure why, but it seemed to fluster him and that was funny to her.
It was even funnier when she rolled out her tongue over her teeth, dangling down her lips like some kind of dying eel, seemingly far too big for her mouth. This only seemed to fluster him even more. Here she was, a monster that could kill him with as much effort as swatting a fly, and he was freaking out like he was about to ask her to prom.
She could hear his heart beat picking up, pumping blood to his body and face. Gosh, she wasn’t into stallions, but normally the few that dared to hit on her were the hulking, fighting, fucking and cursing kind. Having some little twink in a spa uniform getting flustered over here was just… Something else.
She closed her eyes as he began to work at the first of her fangs, letting her mind take her away to far away battlegrounds and memories. Memories of all the times her fangs had punched through armor and drained the lifeblood of her foes. Memories of all the cunts she had served with, memories of countless foes she cared little to remember, and the few she did.
One stallion had tried drinking poison, then attempted to get her to drink his blood in order to bring her down. If she wasn’t so good at tasting such things and hadn’t spat him back out, it might have worked too…
She was drawn back to the present moment by just how gentle the stallion was being with her fangs, treating each one as if it were some precious jewel. Jacky had half a mind to growl out something to him about not needing to be gentle, but it was… Nice.
Battle. Battle could wait. This moment was worth focusing on. This stallion with the thundering heart beat that was treating a beast like her so gently. He was sweet. She didn’t care for sweat, but it did make a nice change from her normal company.
He gently brushed down each of her fangs, pressing the brush into her gum tissue. She really hoped he didn’t pull any bits of pony flesh from out of her teeth, that would be somewhat awkward, but thankfully she had flossed since her last battle.
Once he was done with brushing her teeth, his heart beat picked up, going even faster, beating like a war drum in her chest.
“So… What is it you do for a living miss?” The timid stallion asked tentatively, moving the brush away and presenting her a bucket to spit into. She rolled her tongue back in and did the ugliest and least feminine spit she could into the bucket, almost laughing as this only made his heart go faster.
Jacky didn’t do small talk, but she wanted to see where this would go. She licked her tongue over her teeth and then stretched her massive leathery wings out behind her. “I’m a mercenary. I’ve killed dozens of ponies and other creatures for coin.”
She wasn’t shocked when his heart picked up, though with this weird stallion she couldn’t be sure whether it was fear, or he actually found the idea endearing.
His bright blue eyes made it clear, they were sparkling with excitement. Gosh, this cutie really was some kind of freak.
“Really? What kind of weapon do you use?”
“An axe,” She moved up a hoof to her throat and made a slicing motion, “lopped their heads clean off, though sometimes I also use my fangs.”
The stallion had moved behind her now, his gloved hooves slick with some kind of substance that smelled of lavender and felt pretty good against her wings as he got to work.
“That’s so cool. So do you like, drink blood?”
She listened intently to his heart beat, “Yeah. It tastes really good to me.” The little freak’s heart beat picked up even now, and it wasn’t due to fear either, she could see him blushing from the corner of her eye.
“O-oh! They… I… “
“Spit it out, colt.”
“Sorry Ma’am. I was just wondering how that works.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Why, do you wish to find out?” The little fucker’s face turned red beneath his fur. Holy fuck, this was great.
“I-I n-No M-ma’am. I just read a lot of stories and I always wondered.”
His little hooves were shaking with excitement. It was really hard to stifle a laugh as she spoke. “Well, why wonder when you can find out. It’s not as graceful as the stories, but personally I think you’d look really fetching with a neck scar, and maybe, maybe, I can sate some of your urges in return.” She finished the last part with a seductive growl.
The poor thing was practically dying. He’d barely even started the massage and now he was struggling to even string a sentence together.
“M-m-ma’am it’s not… It’s not proper… I’d get… fired for…”
“Come now, nobody would have to know. And I never even mentioned sex, you cheeky little thing. Just… Favors for favors. You said you’d wondered right, well why don’t I show you?”
He swallowed a lump in his soft little throat and then fixed those pretty blue eyes on her with as much resolve as his body could muster.
“I-Is it safe?” He asked, and she let out a soft laugh that sang through the air like a siren song heralding doom and destruction.
“Safe? Almost completely, as long as you don’t have a heart condition. My saliva contains an anti-bacterial and clotting agent to keep my little snacks alive.”
The face he pulled in that instant was a picture. It was clear he was really fighting with himself over this one, but after a few moments he gave a stiff nod.
“We could u-use one of the… steam rooms. Or one of the rooms for-for extended visits.”
She growled softly to herself, then rose up to her full height. Her wings hadn’t been massaged properly in the slightest, but she was really enjoying herself. This was going to be fun.
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The small brown stallion really was a cute one. As she had previously explained all the stallions she interacted with were hard forged muscles or wiry and swift. This one simply reminded her of a peach, easy to bruise and she was certain that she would be able to kill him in a second if she so wished.
Luckily for Viny Heights, she didn't wish that. She was a mercenary and a creature designed to kill, but she was also a professional and professionals had standards.
Unfortunately for Viny she was also a lesbian for the most part and so she was going to have to make things interesting. She could hear his heart fluttering away within his chest like a bird in a cage and she used that sound to dredge herself away from the memories and actions of wars long since passed, doing her best to relax as she lay herself sideways across the Queen sized bed. Unfortunately it was still too small for her, leaving her rear and head sticking over the edge.
Viny was clearly eager to get behind her and give his best attempt at breeding her, but she had other plans in mind.
"The first thing I want you to do, my little toy, is give me a kiss."
Viny nodded eagerly, blushing awkwardly, but that awkwardness was being pushed away by the hormones currently flooding through his blood. He was brave now, leaning in to kiss her on the lips and staring into her crimson eyes and staring deep into her crimson eyes and freezing up as he stared into her eyes and they stared back into him. Someone had thrown a wrench right into the workings of his mind, bringing it all crashing and grinding to a halt.
He was stuck. The thoughts inside his mind that had been fizzing and popping so excitedly coming to a stop as he stared at her with a completely blank expression. She had bore her will down upon him like a great hammer and he had crumpled under it.
"You like me, don't you Viny? Be honest with me." She stared directly.
"I like you. Yes. I like you a lot," His voice droned without the slightest hint of emotion.
"You want to fuck me don't you, Viny? You want to fuck Mistress Jacky, don't you?"
"Yes. I want to fuck you Mistress Jacky."
The stallion wasn't lying either. It might have seemed like some mere hypnotic trick, and while he was enthralled to her will, he was speaking directly from his subconscious.
"You'd do almost anything for me, right?" She cooed, bringing her head closer to his and maintaining the perfect eye contact.
"Yes! I'd do anything for you Mistress Jacky."
Beneath the stallion, he was growing excited from this. It should be noted that he was almost still completely aware of what was happening even under her control, and in response the cute brown stallion with the mane and tail that were the colour of red grapes got aroused.
She stared even more intently into his rich, light blue eyes and smirked slightly as his member perked to life beneath him, slowly sliding from out of his sheath. The eyes were the windows into the soul it had been said, and it seemed the firmer she gripped this stallion's soul in her clutches, the more rapidly aroused he became.
"Well that's good." Jacky began with a dangerous purr to her voice, "Because I'm quite parched. How's about you give me half a pint of your blood and I give you the most intense orgasm you've ever had in your life?" She proposed, spilling her long tongue from within her mouth and dragging it over her parched lips to illustrate the point.
She really hoped this stallion was as much of a freak as she had been hoping, and if Jim standing at full mast and twitching excitedly at her words was any indication, then she had been right on the mark.
"Yes!" The stallion said excitedly.
Jacky gave a seductive growl that came out more like a regular growl, "Yes what, snack?"
"Yes! You can have some of my blood Mistress Jacky."
Bingo. That was all she needed to hear.
The expression that spread across her face could only be described as demonic. The smile itself would give some ponies nightmares alone, looking like a wound slowly becoming un-stitched as she leaned in close to the pony and placed his hooves on the bed, firmly keeping him restrained and their focus solely on her.
“Now,” Jacky began, “I want you to picture yourself at my rear, with your hooves gripped around my flank firmly…. How does that sound, snack?”
At this point she was also bringing the full weight of her willpower to bare now that she knew the stallion liked it, and it managed to draw a soft moan and an eager nod from the stallion, his hind legs shaking as he was clearly very eager to plow his hips back and forth, bury that aching length deep inside of her and fill her with his seed.
She was more then happy to add fuel to the fires of his fantasy. “Mmm, You can go ahead and thrust for me now snack. I want you to plow that length deep into my aching cunt. I’m a large mare, but I assure you, I can grip and milk your length like nothing you’ve ever had before.”
The stallion groaned happily, thrusting his hips greedily against the air in a desperate motion, as if he was fucking her, and the way that he moaned it certainly seemed like he was locked deep into that fantasy. She didn’t touch his cock, she simply stared directly into his soul and let out little moans and coos like she was egging him on.
She was drawing him deeper, pulling him into the fantasy of getting to fuck her until he would eventually lose himself to it. And she couldn’t wait, watching the focus slowly drain out of his eyes as he lost himself in a fantasy that he himself was sustaining.
“I bet my cunt feels like heaven around your cock, doesn’t it my sweet little snack… Gripping and squeezing you with those precise motions, pulling you deeper, driving you to thrust even harder into me and just give me everything that you have… I bet it feels good right? My flank must make a loud smack when your hips bounce off it, huh stud?”
The noise that the stallion made was somewhere between a squeak and a moan, but the focus was totally gone from his eyes. He was lost in the fantasy, and it took everything she had to keep a smirk from off of her face. His member was throbbing desperately between his legs, practically begging for attention that she would never give it.
Focusing herself on her little snack’s face again, she grinned even wider, showing off every single one of her fangs, shining softly in the light like daggers waiting to sink themselves into some poor unsuspecting target, and the stallion loved it. He must have been a real freak because he had willingly given into the hypnosis completely, losing himself deep in her control and loving every second of it.
“I bet it feels good, right? Fucking a big bad bitch like me, you like that, don’t you freak? You love the idea of knocking me up and filling me with your foals.”
He didn’t respond, but the groan of pleasure he made was more then enough confirmation. “And you love how my pussy grips and squeezes around your length, begging you to just absolutely destroy me, right?”
Another groan from the stallion, and then suddenly his member twitched excitedly and a thick blob of pre leaked from the head of his cock and dribbled onto the floor. She failed to hide the smirk from her face. This was just too delicious, watching his face twist and contort with pleasure while she did nothing but keep him locked deep in a trance and focused on fantasies of plowing her.
She was going to make him cum like this, before it had just been a cheeky idea at the back of her mind, but now it was a certainty. She was going to make him climax harder then he had ever done so before without so much as laying a hoof on him, simply because it amused and distracted her from the memories of war and violence.
“I bet you want to cum so bad, don’t you? I bet it would feel so good to bury yourself deep in my gripping pussy and just empty everything you have into me right? Doesn’t that sound good to you? How much do you think you have to give, you think you’re going to knock me up? How bad do you want it?”
Viny let out a loud grunt in response, but he wasn’t able to form words. That was fine, she didn’t need him to be able to form words. Her red eyes were still firmly locked onto the very core of his being, and he was firmly thrusting his hips against the air like he was fully intent on knocking it up.
Past a point it seemed like his hips might even turn into a blur with how hard he was going at it. He was giving it all, just to knock up an imagined version of her, and as much as she hated to admit it, that was really fucking hot, and she could feel her snatch starting to get moist from it.
She still wasn’t going to let him near it however, this was simply too much fun.
“Now, no cumming until I say so you needy little thing. Before you even think about knocking me up, I want you to give me a kiss… Understand?”
He gave an eager nod and Jacky turned her head to the side, leaning in and practically swallowing his muzzle up as she deeply began to french kiss him.
Her long tongue drove forward from out of her maw and into his mouth, swirling and searching around inside of it, using him like her plaything, which with how deep he was under her spell was all he was now.
Her tongue was pointed, and perfect for getting into every inch of his mouth, marking it as hers and ensuring that he knew it. She pulled him deeper into the kiss and made sure that her hypnotic focus was perfect as she pushed her tongue forward and slipped it down his throat.
It was large enough to create a delicious looking bulge in his throat, making his moans turn into strange garbled noises that made her tingle excitedly as she used his throat like it was her personal toy. Her eyes were starting to feel tired, and she was meant to be relaxing on her break….
This was certainly relaxing, but she needed to hurry her snack up. She leaned further into the kiss and began to swirl her tongue around inside his throat, causing it to bulge out obscenely as the stallion rapidly breathed through his nose, then gently tried to pull away from the kiss as he began to choke.
Jacky put her fangs on full display. His heart was thudding a rapid rhythm as she slowly pulled her tongue from out of his throat, leaving a thick string of saliva behind as his member throbbed and leaked beneath him. He must have been so needy for his climax, and she was going to given it to him… After she had taken what she wanted.
She reared her head back, opening her mouth wide and showing him the razor sharp teeth.
“Cum.” She demanded simply, then dropped her focus as she launched her head forward.
The stallion cried out, the mental image of being buried deep within her snatch shattering, but the waves of pleasure didn’t fade. His cock throbbed and twitched, then began to fire thick ropes of his seed all over the ground as Jacky’s teeth punched into his neck and filled with his delicious lifeblood.
His life essence spilled onto the ground in thick ropes as his life blood flowed into her, the stallion giving everything he had before collapsing against her.
It would have been easy for Jacky to take everything from him in that moment, but of course she didn’t, simply drinking a small sample that he’d regenerate after a month and a bit, then allowing him to collapse against the bed while she stared at the mess that he had made all over the floor.
He must have been really excited over that fantasy.
And now he was napping peacefully next to her, while she gently licked at his wound, the clotting agent in her saliva ensuring that he was kept safe.
This spa stuff was actually pretty relaxing, it turned out. She could get used to this.
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563001
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Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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The Path to Redemption
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It has been a few years since the incident that made life in equestria miserable, twilight tries to make amends but how can she after such an error.
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<p>It has been a few years since the incident that made life in equestria miserable, Twilight Sparkle wanders from town to town, seeking redemption for her past mistakes and helping anypony she can.<br/>(this happens after Twilight becomes the princess of all equestria, but before she becomes tall with the flowy mane)</p>
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teen
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2024-08-06T23:16:56+00:00
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2024-08-06T23:16:56+00:00
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Twilight walked along the worn path that led to the village. Her cloak, frayed at the edges, rustled softly with each step. Under the hood, her face was hidden, and her entire appearance was altered by a subtle glamour spell. To any passerby, she appeared as an ordinary traveler, unremarkable, and easily overlooked.
As she approached the village, the extent of the devastation became painfully clear. The once-thriving settlement now lies in ruins. Homes stood abandoned, their windows shattered and doors hanging ajar. The streets, which had once been filled with the bustling life of ponies going about their day, were now eerily silent. The only sounds were the whispers of the wind and the distant creak of wood.
Twilight paused at the edge of the village, taking in the scene. The air was thick with an unsettling atmosphere, as if the very land were weighed down by the despair of its inhabitants. Shadows clung to the corners of buildings, and an oppressive sense of dread seemed to permeate everything.
She moved forward, her hoof steps echoing in the emptiness. As she walked deeper into the village, she could feel the eyes of hidden villagers watching her from behind cracked shutters and broken walls. Despite her disguise, she could sense their fear and mistrust. The incident had left a scar on the hearts of ponies, and even a stranger was viewed with suspicion.
Twilight's heart ached as she surveyed the destruction. Each step she took felt heavy with the knowledge of her own role in the events that had led to this. But she couldn’t afford to dwell on her guilt now. There was work to be done, and these ponies needed her help.
Twilight walked cautiously into the village square, her senses alert to every sound and movement. The square, once a hub of activity, was now a ghostly reminder of what had been. Market stalls stood empty and dilapidated, their wares long since pilfered or abandoned. A fountain in the center, which had once bubbled with fresh water, was now dry and cracked.
As she moved through the square, she noticed a few villagers darting between the shadows of the buildings. Their faces were gaunt and their eyes wide with fear. She could see them peering out from behind broken shutters and cracked doorways, their expressions a mixture of distrust and despair.
Twilight's presence, though disguised, seemed to unsettle them further. Whispers carried on the wind, barely audible but laced with anxiety.
“Who is that?”
“Do they bring more trouble?”
She kept her pace steady, trying not to make any sudden movements that might alarm them. Her heart ached, seeing the fear etched on their faces, knowing that they had been through so much already. And it was all her fault.
One elderly mare, frail and trembling, stood slightly apart from the others. She clutched a small, tattered shawl around her shoulders, her eyes darting nervously. When she saw Twilight approaching, she took a step back, her voice quivering.
“Please… we don’t want any trouble. Just leave us be.”
Twilight stopped a respectful distance away and lowered her hood slightly. “I mean no harm,” she said softly, her voice calm and gentle. “I’m here to help.”
The mare looked at her skeptically, her fear palpable. “Help? What help can you bring? The dark force… it’s taken everything from us. Strangers come and go, but our suffering remains.”
Twilight nodded, understanding their mistrust. “I’ve heard about the troubles you’re facing. I want to understand more so I can do something about it. Please, if there’s anything you can tell me…”
The surrounding villagers began to murmur, their whispers growing louder but still wary.
“It’s… we don’t know what it is, just that it comes at night…”
With a determined nod, she looked back at the elderly mare. “I will do everything I can to help. Please, trust me. Let me speak to your elder. Maybe together, we can find a way to stop this.”
The mare hesitated, then slowly nodded. “The elder… he might know more. Follow me.” She turned and led Twilight deeper into the village, the other villagers retreating further into the shadows as they passed.
Twilight followed the elderly mare through the winding streets of the village. They passed more crumbling buildings and empty homes, the weight of despair hanging heavily in the air. Finally, they reached a small cottage on the edge of the village. It was one of the few buildings that still seemed somewhat intact.
The mare knocked softly on the door. “Elder Willow, it’s me, Marigold. I’ve brought someone who wants to help.”
After a moment, the door creaked open to reveal a stooped, grey-maned pony with kind but weary eyes. Elder Willow peered out, his gaze shifting to Twilight. He scrutinized her for a moment before stepping aside to let them in.
“Come in, quickly,” he said, his voice gravelly with age and worry.
Inside, the cottage was modest but well-kept. A small fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Elder Willow motioned for Twilight to sit, while Marigold stood by the door, her anxiety evident.
Twilight took a seat, her disguise still in place. “Thank you for seeing me, Elder Willow. I’ve come to understand what’s been happening here and to see if I can help.”
The elder nodded slowly, settling into a chair opposite her. He looked tired, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “These are dark times,” he began. “Our village was once full of life and laughter, but that all changed. This is all because of Celestia’s puppy, whatever this is came at the same time she decided to mess with thing she should not have messed with and now we all suffer.” He paused, calming himself, he leaning back into his chair his eyes distant as if reliving the memories. “It started with strange occurrences. Whispers in the night, the air itself felt weird. At first, we thought it was just our imagination, but then... ponies began to disappear.”
Twilight listened intently; her heart heavy with the villagers’ suffering. “Disappear? How?”
“Some vanished without a trace,” Elder Willow continued. “Others were found, but... changed. Their minds were broken, consumed by fear and madness. Some were changed… like their bodily features… one was found with her legs on her back as if they switched place…another with no tongue or eyes…” Twilight looked down, her guilt didn’t allow her to look at his face.
‘’We tried everything we could think of to protect ourselves, but nothing worked.”
Marigold interjected, her voice trembling. “We’ve lost so many... families torn apart...”
“There’s an artifact in our village, it has been here since our village’s founding, nobody knows what it’s purpose was that has been lost to history.”
Twilight’s ears perked up. “Where is this artifact?”
“There’s an old church at the edge of the village. It’s been abandoned ever since Celestia and Luna stepped down, that is where it his. I can’t tell you if this is the source of our troubles but it is the only thing I have got.”
Twilight rose to her hooves, determination in her eyes. A lot of artifacts give out magic but also consume it, this one could have consumed some of what had been released in the incident “I will go to the church and investigate. If this artifact is the source of all your troubles, I’ll do everything I can to neutralize it.”
Elder Willow gave her a solemn nod. “Be careful. Whatever this is it is dangerous. And thank you.”
With that, Twilight turned to leave, Marigold opening the door for her.
The path to the church was overgrown and neglected, she reached the outskirts where the old church stood.
The church was a shadow of its former self. Its once grand structure was now decrepit, with ivy crawling up the stone walls and windows shattered, their jagged edges glinting ominously in the fading light. The large wooden doors hung crookedly on their hinges, creaking softly in the wind.
Twilight took a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping inside. The interior was even more haunting. Pews were overturned and broken, and the air was thick with the scent of mold and decay.
As she moved deeper into the church, she felt a familiar, oppressive energy growing stronger. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the altar, where the source of the dark energy lay. There, on a stone pedestal, was the corrupted artifact. A small rectangular shaped stone with six yellow stripes in the front.
The artifact pulsed with a malevolent energy, its dark glow casting an eerie light around the room. Twilight's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the energy emanating from it. It was the same dark energy that had been unleashed during the incident. She was right, once again a lot of ponies’ suffering was because of her.
Memories of that fateful day flooded back, the chaos and destruction, the faces of those she had failed to protect. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. Now was not the time for guilt. She had to focus on neutralizing the artifact and saving the village.
Twilight stood before the pulsing artifact, its malevolent energy casting an eerie glow around the ruined church. She could feel the dark magic emanating from it, a twisted and corrupted force that seemed to feed on despair and fear. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and prepared to confront the dark power head-on.
She focused her magic, channeling it through her horn. A soft, purple glow enveloped her as she reached out to the artifact, her magic intertwining with its dark energy. Immediately, the artifact reacted violently, lashing out with tendrils of darkness that sought to repel her.
Twilight gritted her teeth, pushing back against the artifact's resistance. The dark energy was powerful and relentless, it was attacking her mind trying to pull it apart. Her body felt strange too, she could feel her bones and muscles twisting.
Drawing on all her strength, Twilight concentrated her magic into a tight, focused beam. She aimed it directly at the artifact, enveloping it in a shimmering aura. She was trying to contain all the dark magic in the artifact hoping it would overlord it, destroying it in the process. Tears were falling from her eyes from the pain, her brain felt like it was trying to come out of her skull and she was trying hard to keep her body still as the dark energy was trying to twist her legs around into an abnormal angle.
The struggle seemed to stretch on forever. The artifact's dark power was formidable, and it fought with a ferocity that threatened to overwhelm her. But Twilight refused to give in. She poured every ounce of her determination into her magic, if she died, she would die trying to fix what she screwed up.
Slowly, she began to gain ground. The dark energy was being contained in the artifact and it could not handle it. She just needed to hold out for a few more seconds.
The artifact shuddered one final time, and then, with a blinding flash, it crumbled into dust.
The dark energy dissipated, leaving behind a profound silence. Twilight collapsed, breathing heavily, her body trembling, struggling to regain her thoughts. As her mind started to come back to her, so did the memories of what happened. Twilight started to cry.
She laid there sobbing for some time, then she stood up and went to inspect the pile of dust where the artifact had been to make sure it was gone.
She turned and made her way out of the church. The oppressive atmosphere that had gripped the village seemed to have lifted, replaced by a tentative calm. She walked back toward the village square.
As she approached the center of the village, she noticed a change. Villagers who had been hiding in fear began to emerge from their homes, their expressions a mix of caution and curiosity. They whispered among themselves, eyes widening as they realized the dark force that had terrorized them was gone.
One by one, they began to approach her, their fear giving way to relief and gratitude. A young mare stepped forward, her voice trembling but filled with hope. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You’ve saved us."
Others echoed her sentiments, their voices growing stronger and more confident. "Bless you, stranger," an elderly stallion said, his weathered face breaking into a smile. "We can finally breathe again."
Twilight nodded, acknowledging their thanks but unable to shake the lingering sadness in her heart. She had helped lift their immediate terror, but the village was still in ruins, and the scars of their ordeal would not heal overnight.
Elder Willow approached her, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. "You have done a great service for us, and for that, we are eternally grateful," he said, bowing his head. "I am not sure how we are going to rebuild the village but we can try." Elder willow was not very optimistic about that, twilight wished she could help more but she had already done all she could.
Twilight looked around at the villagers, seeing their relief but also their uncertainty. She felt a deep sense of guilt and responsibility, knowing that her past actions had indirectly led to their suffering. Twilight pulled her hood back up.
"I need to go, there are a lot of ponies like you in need of help" she said, ‘’Good luck and again thank you, if you are ever in need of any kind of help head this way, any help we could give would never repay our dept to you’’
Twilight walked slowly through the village, her heart heavy with the weight of her actions and the suffering she had witnessed. The villagers watched her go, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering fear.
As she reached the outskirts of the village, she paused and turned to look back one last time. The ruins stood as silent sentinels, a testament to the devastation that had befallen the once-thriving settlement. Broken homes and empty streets bore witness to the dark force that had terrorized the villagers and to the fragility of their newfound peace.
The sky above was overcast, the sun struggling to break through the thick clouds. A chill wind blew through the village, rustling the leaves of the few trees that still stood. The mood was somber, the weight of the recent events hanging heavily in the air.
Twilight sighed; her breath visible in the cold air. She knew her journey was far from over. There were still many who needed her help, many places where her presence could make a difference. Even if it was a small one.
It was all she could do.
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funstoriesiguess
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563001
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Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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The Path to Redemption
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It has been a few years since the incident that made life in equestria miserable, twilight tries to make amends but how can she after such an error.
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incomplete
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<p>It has been a few years since the incident that made life in equestria miserable, Twilight Sparkle wanders from town to town, seeking redemption for her past mistakes and helping anypony she can.<br/>(this happens after Twilight becomes the princess of all equestria, but before she becomes tall with the flowy mane)</p>
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teen
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2024-08-12T22:10:04+00:00
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2024-08-12T22:10:03+00:00
| 75 |
The sun hung low in the sky as Twilight Sparkle approached the outskirts of the town, its fading light casting long shadows over the worn path. The town appeared almost peaceful at first glance, nestled quietly in the valley with its thatched-roof cottages and cobblestone streets. But the tranquility was deceiving—Twilight knew better. Word of mouth had warned her of the strange and terrifying occurrences that plagued this seemingly ordinary place.
A chill wind swept through the streets as Twilight entered the town, carrying with it a subtle sense of unease. Twilight kept her hood pulled low; she was confident in her magic keeping her disguise intact but it was better to be careful.
As she walked further into the town, the streets remained eerily quiet. No laughter, no voices, only the soft rustle of the wind and the occasional creak of a weathered sign swaying in the breeze. The town felt abandoned, but Twilight knew it wasn’t. The silence was not the absence of life, but a symptom of fear.
The few ponies she glimpsed through curtained windows or moving quickly along narrow alleys all had the same expression—wide eyes, darting glances, and a palpable tension that spoke of sleepless nights and haunted days. With each step she took, the weight of the town’s fear pressed down on her, and Twilight felt her own unease grow. This place had been peaceful once, she was certain of it, but now it was a ghost of its former self, much like the spirits that haunted it. And deep down, Twilight feared she knew the reason why.
She tightened her cloak around herself, steeling her resolve as she made her way toward the heart of the town. She had come here to help, to right the wrongs of the past, and to face the consequences of her actions—no matter how painful they might be.
The sun was sinking quickly, and with it, the town seemed to grow even quieter, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. She noticed how the few ponies still outside were moving with a frantic urgency, their eyes darting nervously toward the horizon.
Ponies hurried to finish their tasks, some locking up their shops, others rushing to secure the shutters on their homes. Twilight could see the fear etched into their faces, their movements sharp and deliberate, driven by a primal need to be inside before nightfall.
As she walked further into the town, Twilight spotted a middle-aged mare hastily gathering her children from the front yard of a small house. The mare’s eyes flicked up toward the darkening sky, then back to her children, her fear evident in the tremor of her voice as she urged them inside.
Twilight approached the mare, careful to keep her voice calm and non-threatening. "Excuse me," she said softly, but with enough firmness to be heard over the mare's worried mutterings. "I’m new to this town and need to speak with the elder or mayor. Can you tell me where to find them?"
The mare froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the cloaked figure before her.
“The elder… Elder Birch lives in the house near the old well, just down this road,” the mare said quickly, pointing a trembling hoof toward a narrow lane that led deeper into the town. “But please, miss, you must be careful! The spirits… they come at night, and they show no mercy to anyone caught outside.”
Twilight nodded; her expression serious. “Thank you. I’ll be careful.”
The mare gave her a final, worried glance before hurrying her children inside, the door slamming shut behind them. Twilight watched as the other townsfolk followed suit, doors and windows closing tightly, leaving the streets deserted in a matter of minutes. The silence that followed was eerie, punctuated only by the distant creak of a sign swaying in the breeze.
Twilight knew she needed to reach Elder Birch quickly. The sun was nearly gone, and the oppressive feeling in the air grew stronger with each passing moment. The thought of what these spirits could do, and the knowledge that they were tied to her past, weighed heavily on her mind.
She began walking swiftly down the lane toward the old well. The town felt like a ghost town now, the shadows lengthening and merging into the growing darkness. As she moved, Twilight couldn’t shake the feeling that the spirits were already watching, waiting for the sun to set fully so they could emerge and unleash their fury.
Twilight quickened her pace, her heart pounding not just with fear for what she might face, but with the guilt of knowing that she might be the reason these spirits were tormenting this town.
Twilight hurried down the narrow lane, the shadows growing thicker with each passing moment. The faint outline of the old well came into view, and beside it, a small, weathered cottage stood. Its windows were dark, the structure leaning slightly as if weary from years of standing against the elements. She approached the door and raised a hoof to knock, but before she could, it swung open with a creak.
An elderly stallion with a grizzled mane and deep-set eyes peered out at her. His face was lined with age and worry, and he glanced nervously at the darkening sky before focusing on Twilight. “Get inside, quickly!” he whispered, his voice rough with urgency.
Twilight stepped through the doorway, and the elder shut the door behind her, bolting it with a trembling hoof. The interior of the cottage was dimly lit by a single oil lamp, casting long, flickering shadows on the walls. The air inside was thick with the scent of old wood and herbs, and the atmosphere, though tense, felt marginally safer than the streets outside.
The elder turned to face her, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and sorrow. “You shouldn’t be out there at this hour,” he said, his voice low. “The spirits… they come out at night. They’re full of anger, and they won’t hesitate to kill anyone they find.”
Twilight nodded; her heart heavy with the knowledge of what she was about to hear. “I need to know what happened here,” she said gently, hoping the elder would open up. “I’ve heard about the hauntings, but I need to understand why this is happening.”
The elder sighed deeply, his gaze dropping to the floor as if the weight of the memories was too much to bear. “It started with the expedition,” he began, his voice tinged with bitterness. “A group of brave ponies sent into the mountains under the orders of Princess Twilight Sparkle herself. They were searching for something, though what it was, I’ll never know. But I do know they never returned.”
Twilight’s heart clenched at the mention of her former title, the guilt creeping up her spine like a cold chill. She kept her face neutral, but inside, the weight of her past actions pressed down on her like a stone.
“There were rumors, of course,” the elder continued, his voice growing softer. “Whispers that something terrible happened to them. But the hauntings didn’t start right away. We started to receive word from travelers, something had happened in Canterlot, we didn’t think much of it, something was always happening in that side of equestrian but about a week later, the hauntings began.”
He looked up at Twilight, his eyes pleading. “These spirits they’re really angry, they’re filled with rage. They attack anyone left on the streets after dark, beating them to death with a fury. Every night, we lose more of our own, and we’re powerless to stop it.”
Twilight felt the full force of the elder’s words, her guilt twisting like a knife in her heart. She knew these spirits were part of the fallout from her past decisions, the consequences of choices she had made. And now, these innocent ponies were suffering because of it.
“I’m so sorry this has happened to your town,” Twilight said, her voice heavy with sorrow. “But don’t worry I can stop this.” Twilight turned to leave.
The elder’s eyes widened with fear. “You can’t! They’ll kill you if they find you out there!”
“I have a plan,” Twilight reassured him, compared to other situations she had to go through this one will still hard to fix it was definitely easier than the others. “Trust me.”
With a determined nod, Twilight turned and unbolted the door, stepping back out into the night. The sun had fully set now, and darkness blanketed the town. She could feel the oppressive energy in the air, stronger than before, as if the very atmosphere was thick with anger and pain.
Twilight steeled herself, her disguise still in place, and began to walk through the deserted streets. The town was deathly silent, and the tension was so thick it was almost suffocating. She knew the spirits were near, waiting for the moment to strike.
Suddenly, the air grew cold, and Twilight felt a shiver run down her spine. She turned slowly and saw them—ghostly figures emerging from the shadows, their forms twisted with rage and despair. Their eyes glowed with a malevolent light, and their expressions were filled with hatred. Their bodies looked crushed in some places, a hint into how they died.
The spirits paused for a moment, as if studying her, then their faces twisted in fury. “We see you, Princess!” one of them hissed, its voice echoing with bitterness. “You sent us to our deaths! You left us to rot in those cursed mountains!”
Twilight’s heart pounded in her chest. They could see through her disguise. She tried to blast them with a surge of magic, but the spell passed right through them, dissipating into the night. The spirits howled in anger, they advanced on her quickly.
Acting quickly, Twilight summoned all her strength and teleported away, just as the spirits lunged at her. She reappeared outside the town, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked back at the distant glow of the village. The spirits had nearly caught her, she needed to act quickly, she remembered a ritual that she read in a book, back when she used to read a lot.
Twilight went into the woods, she found a small clearing which was exactly what she was looking for the, moon casting an eerie silver light over the surrounding trees. The air was still, the oppressive weight of the spirits’ anger hanging heavily around her. This place, isolated from the town and any prying eyes, was the perfect spot for what she needed to do—though the thought of it filled her with dread.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling hooves as she prepared for the ritual. The knowledge of what it entailed gnawed at her conscience. This wasn’t a ritual to free the spirits, to grant them peace and rest. No, this was a last resort—a way to banish them to a limbo realm, a place where they would remain trapped, neither living nor truly dead.
The thought of consigning them to such a fate twisted her insides with guilt. She knew what she was about to do could be seen as cruel, a further punishment for souls already tortured by their untimely deaths. But what choice did she have? The spirits were too consumed by anger and pain to be reasoned with, and if she didn’t act, more innocent lives would be lost.
Twilight began the ritual, her horn glowing with a soft, violet light as she carefully drew intricate symbols in the air with her magic, using her horn as a pencil. The glow illuminated the clearing, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and waver as if the forest itself was recoiling from what she was about to do.
Her heart pounded as she spoke the ancient words, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of the spell. The energy in the clearing shifted, growing heavier, more charged. The symbols she had drawn hung in the air, shimmering with power as the spell began to take effect.
It didn’t take long for the spirits to sense what was happening. Twilight felt a sudden chill as they began to materialize at the edges of the clearing, their ghostly forms flickering in and out of existence like images in a broken mirror. Their eyes burned with hatred as they floated toward her, drawn by the power of the ritual. As they got closer, they started to get a feeling and through this feeling they got a clear image of where they were going to be sent.
“You whore!” one of the spirits cried, its voice echoing with anger. “You’re sending us to another prison! You’re condemning us again!”
Twilight’s resolve faltered, her focus wavering as the spirits surrounded her. They were so close now, their faces twisted with pain and anger, their forms starting to swirl. “I’m sorry,” Twilight whispered, her voice barely audible as she forced herself to continue the ritual. “I’m so, so sorry…”
“Sorry?” another spirit spat; its voice filled with venom. “You’re the reason we’re like this! We died because of you! You sent us to our deaths, and now you seek to torture us further!”
The words hit Twilight like a physical blow, her heart wrenching with guilt and sorrow. She wanted to stop, but there was no other way. The spirits were too angry. Killing indiscriminately.
Tears welled in her eyes as she channeled more magic into the spell, the symbols growing brighter and more intense. The spirits shrieked in fury, their forms becoming more distorted as the ritual began to draw them in, pulling them toward the limbo realm where they would be trapped.
“You’re a murderer!” one of the spirits screamed, its voice filled with a despair so deep that it cut through Twilight’s soul. “You killed us, and now you’re doing it again! You’ll never be able to wash the blood from your hooves!”
Twilight’s vision blurred with tears as she struggled to maintain her focus, her heart breaking at their words. They were right—she had sent them to their deaths, and now she was condemning them to a fate that might be worse than death itself. But she couldn’t stop now. She had to see this through, no matter how much it hurt.
The spirits were being pulled away now, their forms flickering as the limbo realm began to take hold. They clawed at the air, their voices rising in a cacophony of accusations and pain. “Murderer! You’ll always be a murderer!” they cried, their words piercing through the night like daggers.
Twilight clenched her teeth, pushing the pain and guilt deep down as she finished the final incantation. The symbols flared with one last burst of light before collapsing in on themselves, pulling the spirits with them. Their screams echoed in the clearing as they were drawn into the limbo realm, their voices growing fainter until they were nothing but a distant memory.
When the last of the spirits had vanished, the clearing fell silent. Twilight stood there, her chest heaving with the effort it had taken to complete the ritual. She felt hollow inside, her heart weighed down by the knowledge of what she had just done.
The clearing was quiet now, the oppressive energy gone, but it brought no comfort. Twilight wiped away the tears that had fallen, her body trembling with exhaustion and guilt. She had done what needed to be done, but the cost was high—too high. The spirits’ words echoed in her mind, a reminder that no matter how far she ran or how many wrongs she tried to right, she could never escape the consequences of her past.
Twilight turned away from the clearing, her head low as she began the long walk back to the town. The night was still, the air cool and crisp.
As she walked, the spirits’ final words haunted her: “Murderer… You’ll always be a murderer.” And deep down, Twilight feared they were right.
The next day, like what has happened in other towns, the townsponies were ecstatic.
One by one, they approached her, offering words of thanks and gratitude. Twilight accepted their thanks with a polite nod and a small, weary smile, but her heart wasn’t in it. This has happened before many times but twilight never felt happy, she just felt empty. She had done what was necessary, but it brought her no peace.
As she prepared to leave, she noticed the elder standing at the edge of the crowd, his expression far more subdued than the others. He caught her eye and gestured for her to follow him, leading her away from the gathering townsponies and into the shadow of a nearby building.
When they were alone, the elder turned to her, his eyes searching her face with a troubled look. “I need to speak with you,” he said quietly, his voice low and cautious. “Last night… I watched you through my window, I dreaded what was about to happen, the spirits appeared and… I heard what they said…”
Twilight’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening. She forced herself to remain calm, but she could feel the tension rising within her. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice steady, though her mind raced with worry.
The elder glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in closer. “I heard the spirits—what they said to you. And I saw your struggle with them. I’m not sure who you really are, but their words… they called you a princess. Then I saw teleport out of there, the next day the spirits are gone. I may be old but I can put two and two together”
Twilight’s breath caught in her throat, but she kept her face neutral. “Whatever you are thinking, you can’t be certain of it, not of the word of some out-of-control spirits” she said softly, a slight tremor in her voice betraying her unease.
The elder nodded slowly, his expression serious. “You’re right. I can’t be sure. But I’ve lived long enough to trust my instincts, and they’re telling me something isn’t right. I can’t be certain you are who I think you are, but if you are… I’d be a lot more comfortable if you left.”
Twilight felt a pang of guilt and sadness at his words, but she knew he had every reason to feel this way. She had seen the devastation her past actions had caused, and now even those she helped were wary of her. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but it was one she had come to accept as part of her penance.
She nodded, accepting his request without protest. “I understand,” she said quietly. “I’ll be leaving.”
As she turned to go, she paused and looked back at the elder, a question weighing heavily on her mind. “If you had lost a friend—someone important to you—wouldn’t you do everything you could to prevent it from happening again?”
The elder looked at her with a serious expression. “I’ve lost many friends over the years,” he replied, his voice tinged with the weight of experience. “It’s the way life is. We lose those we care about, and we grieve. But we have to accept it, or else… bad things happen. Sometimes, the more we try to hold on, the more pain we cause.”
Twilight’s heart ached at his words, the truth of them cutting deep. She turned away, leaving him standing alone as she made her way out of the village.
As she reached the edge of the village, the sun had fully risen, bathing the landscape in golden light. The village behind her was peaceful once more, but the peace within her was as elusive as ever. She had pretty much given up on trying to find peace, she tried to be as useful as she could now.
Without looking back, Twilight continued down the road.
Unbeknownst to her, as she disappeared into the distance, a pair of eyes watched her from the tree line. The did not belong to a pony, perhaps calling it a thing was the most accurate way to describe it, the gaze was intent, following her every move as she left the town behind.
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It has been a few years since the incident that made life in equestria miserable, twilight tries to make amends but how can she after such an error.
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<p>It has been a few years since the incident that made life in equestria miserable, Twilight Sparkle wanders from town to town, seeking redemption for her past mistakes and helping anypony she can.<br/>(this happens after Twilight becomes the princess of all equestria, but before she becomes tall with the flowy mane)</p>
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Twilight trudged through the thick snow, her hooves sinking deep with every step. The wind howled around her, carrying with it a biting cold. The blizzard was relentless, an unending storm that had turned the landscape into a frozen wasteland. The sky above was a heavy, oppressive gray, with no sign of the sun to offer even a glimmer of warmth.
As she approached the village, Twilight could barely make out the buildings, buried under layers of snow and ice. The once-vibrant town was now a ghostly silhouette, its structures barely recognizable beneath the weight of winter. Icicles hung like daggers from rooftops, and the streets were choked with snowdrifts, making travel nearly impossible. The cold was pervasive, seeping into every crack and crevice, and the air itself felt sharp, as if it might freeze solid at any moment.
The village, though roughly the size of Ponyville, felt smaller, more confined. The blizzard had isolated it completely from the outside world, cutting off any hope of escape or rescue. Twilight could sense the despair hanging in the air, thick and suffocating. The few villagers she saw were huddled in their homes, peering out through frosted windows with hollow eyes. Their faces were gaunt, their coats matted and dull, signs of long suffering. Frostbite had taken its toll on many, their ears and noses tinged with black. Others were weakened by hunger.
Twilight’s heart ached as she took in the scene. This village had been abandoned by the world, left to freeze in its own misery. The cold was more than just physical; it was a chilling reminder of how far things had fallen. She knew that this was not a natural winter—something dark and unnatural had taken hold here, and she could feel it in the air, as sharp as the frost that covered the village.
Wrapping her cloak tighter around her, Twilight made her way through the snow-laden streets, searching for the mayor's residence. The cold gnawed at her despite the warming spell she had cast. After some searching, she spotted a modest building, bigger than the others. A faint light flickered from within, fighting against the overwhelming gloom. Twilight approached and knocked on the door, which creaked open moments later to reveal a weary stallion with a graying mane and tired eyes.
The mayor, a pragmatic pony who had clearly seen better days, eyed Twilight warily before stepping aside to let her in. Inside, the house was frigid, with only a small fire in the hearth to ward off the cold. The mayor gestured for her to sit; his expression grim.
‘’You must be here because of the blizzard.’’ he began, his voice heavy with fatigue. ‘’How did you know?’’ Twilight asked. ‘’Why else would you come here, the village as nothing to offer a traveler, not anymore, so the only reason you would be here is for the blizzard. Or maybe you have family here, I’m sorry that was also a possibility, I just keep hopping that somepony would save us from the blizzard that I haven’t even considered that, sorry’’. ‘’don’t worry I am here because of the blizzard, you were right’’ Twilight replied giving him a consoling smile. He was sitting in chair surrounded by blankets to help fight against the cold he offered one to twilight but she declined, she had a protective spell that wasn’t protecting her a 100% but she figured he needed the blanket more than her.
‘’How long has it been like this?’’
‘’For some time, sorry, I can’t remember exactly, feels like months.’’ the mayor replied, rubbing a hoof across his face. ‘’At first, we thought it was just a freak storm, something that would pass. But then it never did. Day after day, the snow kept falling, the cold kept growing stronger. We tried everything—sending out messages but we were told that the government collapsed, something happened in canterlot and the leadership was in chaos, we tried to leave but the blizzard turned back anyone who dared to venture out. We’re trapped here, and we know who’s behind it.’’
Twilight’s ears perked up at this. ‘’You know who’s causing the blizzard?’’
The mayor’s expression darkened. ‘’Yes. It’s the work of a unicorn named Frost Shard. He appeared in the village not long after the blizzard began, took over a house on the outskirts of the village, killing the couple that lived there. The strange thing is, he hasn’t demanded anything. No ransom, no threats. I begged him multiple times but he just brushes me off every time. One time he said he was doing this for a colleague and was waiting for someone.’’ A though crossed the mayor’s mind and he looked at twilight up and down ‘’ Could the pony he be waiting for be you by any chance?’’
Twilight’s heart skipped a beat at the name. ‘’Frost Shard’’ she whispered, her mind racing. She remembered him well—a former student of hers from before the incident. He had been a promising magician, but also insufferably arrogant and obsessed with his own brilliance. He had alienated everypony around him with his superiority complex, and eventually, Twilight had been forced to expel him from her tutelage. She had hoped it would be a wake-up call for him, but clearly, it had only driven him further down a dark path.
‘’He always had talent, but creating a blizzard like this, that is too much, he wasn’t this talented’’ Twilight said softly, more to herself than to the mayor. ‘’ I think I might be the pony he is looking for.’’
The mayor watched her carefully. ‘’Is he a friend of yours?’’ they mayor said with a hint of worry in his voice
‘’No.’’ Twilight replied, assertively. ‘’Point me to where he is.’’
The mayor hesitated, then nodded. "There’s an old house on the outskirts, near the edge of the forest. You can’t miss it, it’s one the very edge of the village." He grimaced, then looked Twilight in the eyes. ‘’I wish I could help, I feel selfish sending you his way, like I am telling you to go put yourself in danger while I stay here relatively safe.’’
‘’Don’t feel that way, I am experienced in this sort of thing’’ she said, standing up.
The mayor pointed out the window, toward the distant silhouette of the house shrouded in snow. ‘’It’s in that direction. Just follow the path, and you’ll find him.’’
Twilight nodded; determination etched on her face. She turned and stepped out into the blizzard once more, her hooves crunching in the snow as she made her way toward the house.
Twilight followed the narrow path through the snow, her breath coming out in visible puffs. The old house on the outskirts loomed ahead. The structure was barely visible through the swirling snow, but the dim glow of a light inside the house offered a hint of life within.
As Twilight approached, she saw a figure lounging on the porch, seemingly at ease despite the freezing temperatures. Frost Shard was sprawled in a chair, wrapped in a fur coat that contrasted sharply with the desolate surroundings. A malicious grin played on his lips as he watched her approach.
Twilight’s heart pounded with a mix of anger and apprehension. She could feel the chill of the blizzard intensify as she neared, but she didn’t let it deter her. With a resolute flick of her horn, she dropped her magical disguise, revealing her true self. The cold air seemed to press harder against her as her true identity was exposed.
Frost Shard’s grin widened, and he stood up, stretching with a casual air. ‘’Twilight Sparkle, I was told that you were coming this way’’ he said, his voice dripping with mockery. ‘’How have you been’’
Twilight glared at him; her frustration evident. ‘’Frost Shard. Why are you doing this?’’
He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘’It wasn’t my choice to do this, a friend of ours requested all this.’’ he said with a hoof gesturing to the air ‘’I just wanted you.’’
Twilight’s eyes narrowed. ‘’You’re causing suffering and death in that village. People are starving and freezing because of you.’’
Frost Shard’s eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. ‘’Yes, and like I told you this wasn’t my choice, I don’t get my rocks off torturing random villages but a deal was made.’’ He said shrugging.
Twilight felt a pang of anger. ‘’What deal? And who is this friend you keep talking about?’’
Frost Shard leaned forward, his expression shifting to one of dark satisfaction. ‘’The deal was he gives me a power boost and points me in your direction, then he tells me that to lure you in I should do this, personally I think this is an exaggeration but I think he likes this type of thing. Also, you don’t know who I am talking about? Really?! Come one think for a second. I’ll give you a hint, you have meet him just once.’’
Twilight’s eyes widened slightly. The realization struck her like a cold wave. She hadn’t considered that he might be involved, that he might be watching her and manipulating things from behind the scenes. It was a critical oversight, one that made her feel stupid.
Frost Shard continued, savoring her reaction. ‘’You really didn’t know did you, it never crossed your mind that he might be following you and watching you.’’
Twilight fought to keep her composure, her mind racing. She needed to focus on the task at hand. ‘’What’s his endgame?’’
"How the hell should I know. He is your friend’’ Frost Shard chuckled. ‘’ Me, I just want to kill you, afterwards I am not really sure’’
Twilight’s jaw tightened. She knew she needed to keep her anger in check. ‘’I’m afraid that is not happening, stronger than you have tried’’
Frost Shard’s eyes sparkled with amusement. ‘’Yes, and they could never beat you could they. Twilight and merry band of friends, nopony could stop them, only twilight herself was able to kill all of them.’’ Frost Shard laughed.
Twilight’s heart ached with the weight of his words, but she forced herself to stay focused. ‘’I’m going to …’’
Without warning, Frost Shard’s horn glowed an icy blue, and he unleashed a barrage of sharp ice shards that flew at Twilight with deadly precision. The shards whizzed through the air, their sharp edges glinting ominously. Twilight’s eyes widened, and she quickly conjured a shimmering barrier spell, the protective shield shimmering like a heat mirage. The ice shards collided with the barrier, causing a resounding clang as they shattered against it. Despite her shield holding firm, the sheer force of the impact pushed Twilight back a few steps, her hooves sliding on the icy porch. Even with the power boost Frost Shard knew she was a powerful opponent and wanted overwhelm before she could get her bearings.
Playing to her advantages, Twilight leaped into the air, her wings beating steadily against the raging wind. Higher and higher she ascended, breaking free from the immediate danger and gaining a tactical vantage point. From above, she could see Frost Shard below, the snow swirling around him like a frozen storm.
Twilight focused her magic, her horn glowing as she unleashed a series of rapid magical blasts. Each blast streaked through the air, aimed directly at Frost Shard. However, Frost Shard was quick to react. He dodged gracefully, his body sliding through the snow as he evaded the blasts with practiced ease. In retaliation, Frost Shard conjured a wave of frost that surged upwards, attempting to freeze Twilight mid-air. The chilling wave licked at Twilight’s hooves, its icy tendrils creeping closer as she maneuvered.
Twilight’s wings beat furiously as she deftly wove through the onslaught of frost, her agility allowing her to avoid being ensnared by the freezing spell. She twisted and turned, evading the icy blasts and maintaining her aerial position. Frost Shard’s face twisted into a cruel grin. Frost Shard’s horn flared with a dark light, and he began to create ghostly illusions of himself. The illusions multiplied, each figure a translucent wraith that mimicked Frost Shard’s movements. The illusions began to hurl ice projectiles in every direction, creating a disorienting barrage of incoming attacks.
Twilight’s eyes darted around, struggling to differentiate between the real Frost Shard and his illusions. The ice projectiles whizzed past her, some grazing her coat creating cuts on her body. Her heart pounded as she concentrated, trying to identify the genuine threat amidst the chaotic display.
In a moment of clarity, Twilight focused her magic and cast a revealing spell. A pulse of light surged from her horn, sweeping over the illusions. The spell highlighted the true Frost Shard with a faint, shimmering aura, allowing Twilight to pinpoint his location among the illusory figures.
Before she could act, Frost Shard adapted swiftly. He raised his horn, and a dense, freezing fog began to billow around him, quickly spreading through the blizzard. The fog thickened, obscuring Twilight’s vision and creating an impenetrable wall of swirling ice and snow.
Twilight squinted through the fog, her sight reduced to mere shadows and vague shapes. Frost Shard’s laughter echoed through the haze, taunting her as he closed the distance. With the cover of the fog, Frost Shard was able to approach Twilight more easily. He unleashed a series of close-range ice spells, each one aimed to push her back and disrupt her concentration.
Twilight gritted her teeth as the ice spells collided with her protective barrier, creating bursts of cold that seeped through the edges. She realized she needed to act quickly to regain control. Focusing her magic, she conjured a shimmering, protective dome around herself. The dome formed a solid shield against the icy onslaught, creating a small haven of warmth and safety amidst the freezing fog.
Inside the dome, Twilight took a deep breath and began to strategize her next move. She used her magic to scan the fog for any sign of Frost Shard’s presence, but the thick mist made it nearly impossible to see through. To counter this, she decided to turn the situation to her advantage.
Twilight projected a false opening in her barrier, creating an illusion that one side of her protective dome was vulnerable. She hoped to lure Frost Shard into believing that he had found a weakness. Her heart raced with anticipation as she prepared to strike from an unexpected angle.
As anticipated, Frost Shard took the bait. He moved swiftly through the fog, aiming to exploit the illusion of vulnerability. Just as he reached the projected weak spot, Twilight sprang into action. With a burst of magic, she dispelled the false opening and unleashed a powerful blast from the side of her dome, targeting Frost Shard directly.
The blast struck with precision, hitting Frost Shard and sending him sprawling back through the fog. The force of the impact left him momentarily stunned, his concentration faltering. The fog began to thin slightly, revealing the injured Frost Shard lying amidst the snow.
His frustration was evident as he realized that his previous attempts had not only failed but had left him at a severe disadvantage. He had hoped to overwhelm her early and keep constant pressure because in a prolonged fight twilight’s experience would be an advantage but that clearly failed and now, he felt extreme pain in his right foreleg and he could not stand on it right, probably broken. Frost Shard’s horn glowed brightly as he prepared his next move.
He began to cast a powerful spell, his magic swirling in a menacingly dark hue. The blizzard intensified around him, and a massive wall of ice began to rise from the ground, extending outward in all directions. The colossal ice barrier surged toward Twilight, its sheer size threatening to engulf the entire area. The air grew colder, and the wind howled with renewed ferocity as the wall of ice advanced.
Twilight's eyes narrowed as she assessed the approaching wall. She knew she couldn’t let it reach her, or she would be trapped and overwhelmed. Drawing upon her extensive magical knowledge and her alicorn strength, Twilight quickly conjured a fire-based spell. Her horn flared with a warm, brilliant light as she directed a stream of searing flames toward the advancing ice.
The flames collided with the icy wall, and an explosive clash of elements ensued. The fire hissed and roared as it met the ice, rapidly melting the barrier and sending shards of ice crashing to the ground. The massive wall disintegrated into a flurry of melting snow and water; the blizzard’s fury temporarily subdued by Twilight’s fiery assault.
With the immediate threat neutralized, Twilight knew she had to end the fight decisively. She gathered all her remaining magical energy, focusing it into a single, potent surge. Her horn glowed with a blinding intensity as she channeled a powerful beam of concentrated fire, aimed directly at Frost Shard.
Frost Shard, recovering from the destruction of his ice wall, tried desperately to counter with a defensive spell of his own. He conjured a hastily formed shield of ice, attempting to deflect Twilight’s incoming attack. However, the force of Twilight’s magical beam was overwhelming. The intense heat of the fire spell melted through the ice shield with ease, continuing its relentless advance toward Frost Shard.
The beam struck Frost Shard with devastating force. The impact was immediate and intense, enveloping him in a searing inferno. Frost Shard’s eyes widened in shock and pain as the fire consumed him, his cries of defiance and agony echoing through the night. The flames raged around him, reducing him to a charred, blackened figure.
As the flames finally subsided, the air cleared, revealing Frost Shard’s lifeless form lying amidst the remnants of the melted ice. Twilight hovered above, panting heavily, her wings spread wide as she looked down at the aftermath of the battle. The unrelenting blizzard had ceased, the cold gradually receding as the balance was restored.
Twilight landed softly on the snow-covered ground; she was bleeding from some cuts but nothing too major.
Twilight grabbed her cloak with her magic and put it on, she turned on her disguise spell and turned to leave.
As she was leaving an unsettling movement caught Twilight’s eye. Frost Shard’s lifeless form began to convulse, jerking upright as if controlled by invisible strings. The body twisted and moved in unnatural ways; a puppet manipulated by an unseen force. Twilight’s heart skipped a beat as a voice started to come out of frost shard’s gaping mouth
“You truly are quite the determined little alicorn,” the voice taunted, dripping with malevolence.
“I’ve been watching you, Twilight Sparkle,” the entity continued, its voice a sinister whisper that seemed to penetrate her very soul. “And I must say I am starting to grow bored from this, you go into a town, speak to its leader and then you solve whatever problem I came up with and leave, we need to switch things up.”
A cloud formed above frost shard showing map to a location
“Go here next.” the entity said, its voice laced with a cruel edge, “This place is not a town or a village or whatever, a new set so that we can play a different game
Twilight stood her ground, her resolve hardening. “I’m not playing your game.” she said firmly, her voice unwavering despite the fear gnawing at her insides.
“If you choose not to play, then I’ll just kill the ponies that are trapped there.” He said nonchalantly.
With that Frost Shard’s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless once more.
Twilight’s mind was racing with the implications of the entity’s words. She knew that she had no choice but to go to where the map lead, despite the twisted game being played. Her path was clear, and she steeled herself for whatever lay ahead.
In the village the ponies started to come out realizing that the blizzard stopped, there were no cheers though, most of the village ponies had frostbite or were starving. There was not much of a village left.
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Matthais Unidostres
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563003
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Discord,Fluttershy,Other,Crossover,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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It's Time for Schadenfreude
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Bezel suffers and Discord gloats.
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complete
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<p>Bezel's plan has backfired hard, and Discord can only laugh and say "I told you so."</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-07T00:49:42+00:00
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2024-08-07T00:51:41+00:00
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Bezel comes to understand. . . Chikn Nuggit SPOILERS!
"Isn't this fun! You can do anything you want! It's YOUR destiny after all!" Bezel cheered happily as reality warped all around him. The Doomsday Clock was in his glory as the whole world ended around him.
Nearby, the seven eyed Demigod of Chaos stared into mangled spacetime and said, "I could, couldn't I? Make everything how I want it."
"Oh yes!" the clock-headed being said with a nod.
"Could make you how I want it too. . ."
"Huh?" Bezel said as he glanced at the demigod.
Chikn simply raised a paw, and instantly Bezel fell and writhed in agony as he screamed. It was all over in an instant, and he stood up shakily and completely transformed.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Bezel shrieked as he stepped forward on stubby legs, now a purple bear cub with a bowtie. He looked at his arms and shouted, "WHA-WHAT IS THIS!? FLESH?!"
As Bezel shrieked and broke down before him, Chikn merely shrugged and said, "Now you're cute. . .Like the rest of us. . . Everything must be cute. . . Everything must be nice. . ."
As Chikn turned and floated away, Bezel shrieked after him, "IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS!"
"YYYYYEEEESSSS! AH-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!"
Bezel turned to see Discord sitting in a movie theater chair with a box of popcorn next to him. The Spirit of Chaos was laughing up a storm, practically glowing with glee.
"Oh, that Chikn!" Discord said as he wiped a tear of joy away with his lion paw, "He's a little Lord of Chaos after my own heart!"
"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!" Bezel shouted back.
"Of course it's funny!" Discord declares as he stood up. Several more Discords dressed in reporter's outfits stepped out from behind him, and they all encircled Bezel and snapped countless photos of him.
"STOP IT! STOOOOPPPP!" Bezel shrieked as he tried to cover himself with his stubby arms.
The Discord reporters vanished, and the real Discord flipped through a stack of photos and grinned. "Oh, just think of the merchandise! Posters! Calendars! Oooh! Marketable plushies!"
An avalanche of plushies modeled after Bezel's bear cub form fell out of the sky and buried Bezel. He quickly clawed his way out and said, "Who do you think you are! What gives you the right to kick a guy while he's down?!"
"GAG!" Discord hacked out in disgust, "Are you trying to play the morality card on me? After all that boasting you did about how Chikn was goin to destroy the world, and how you, the oh so important Doomsday Clock was going to revel in it? It's called karma. You had it coming, Bearzel. Why shouldn't I take pleasure in your humiliating comeuppance?"
Discord snapped his talons, and an enormous can of bear spray appeared in the sky and aimed itself right at Bezel. "I would be completely justified in really making you suffer right now," Discord said darkly.
Bezel fell on his knees and pleaded tearfully, "Please. . . please. . ."
"Oh, relax," Discord said, and he snapped his talons again and the bear spray vanished, "I'm only going easy on you because seeing you get played so hard makes me feel better about how I got played by Tirek. Seriously, how did you not see this coming? At least Tirek was actually cunning and at least convinced me we had a deal. I'm surprised Chikn didn't turn you into something a long time ago."
Discord sighed and said, "Well, I tried to warn you, but you didn't listen. Oh well? I guess some people just have to learn the hard way. Toodles!"
Discord turned away from Bezel, and he shouted, "Wait! You can't just leave! Aren't you supposed to be a good guy? You have to help fix this!"
Discord scoffed, "How? Like you told me before, I have no power in this dimension. I can only observe."
"You IDIOT!" Bezel shrieked, "You literally used a bunch of chaos magic a few seconds ago! Chikn warped reality enough for you to exist here and work your magic!"
Discord paused, and he rubbed his chin in thought. "Well, well, well, you're right about that. I guess that means that now I can say. . ."
Discord's neck stretched out, and he put his face close to Bezel's face and said in a mocking sing-song voice, "I won't help you! Pffffft!"
Discord's raspberry sent spit all over Bezel's shocked furry face. "WHAT!? But you-!"
Discord's neck snapped back to his normal length, and he opened a door in space and stepped through it. "It's your mess! You clean it up, Bearzel!" Discord called back before slamming the "door" closed, leaving no trace of him behind.
"DISCORD! COME BACK! DISCORD!"
Fluttershy had a worried look on her face as she stirred her tea. "Oh my. Are you sure you shouldn't try to do something?" she asked, "I mean, Bezel might be awful, but what about everyone else in that world? And I also feel bad for Chikn. He doesn't know what he's doing."
Discord laid back in his chair and said, "I can't just solve everyone's problems for them, Fluttershy. And besides, you can't fight chaos with chaos. What Chikn needs to quell his chaos is harmony. I'm pretty sure I would know that more than anything, don't you think?"
Fluttershy thought for a moment, then she said, "Well, maybe you could send me and our friends there?"
Discord raised an eyebrow and said, "I do not recall the Cutie Map sending you girls there."
"Yes, but-."
"And besides, Chikn already has friends," Discord said with certainty.
"But do you think they can actually help him?" Fluttershy asked worriedly.
Discord rested his chin in his lion paw and said warmly, "Listen, Fluttershy. I've experienced the Magic of Friendship firsthand from you and the other five. I know what it feels like. Now, I've been watching Chikn's friends for a while. Admittedly, it's not as strong there as it is here. In fact, it was at it's weakest when Chikn lost himself in his power. But trust me when I say it has gotten stronger. They still care about him, and after a little soul searching and . . .ugh. . . talking about feelings, those cute fast food pun guys will be ready to bring Chikn back and save their world. If you little ponies could defeat me and reform me, than they can save Chikn no sweat."
Fluttershy's nerves were soothed for the time being. She took a sip of tea and smiled, "Okay, Discord. You can tell me all about how they save Chikn when it happens."
Discord relaxed in his chair and remarked "And if worse comes to worst, I'll take on Chikn as my apprentice and Harry can take care of Bearzel!"
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DATONETWIxDASHFAN
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563005
| 1 |
Original Character,Rainbow Dash,Sunny Starscout,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Second Person,Adventure,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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My Little Pony A New Generation: Your Name Across The Generations -Twilight Day-
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The Twilight Has Come, Twilight Day Begins! That time of year has come again to celebrate everything Twilight! As the pony who started it all, we follow a different Twilight in this alt-universe. Follow her life on Twilight Day through out the years.
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complete
| 9 | 2 |
<p>The Twilight Has Come, Twilight Day Begins! That time of year has come again to celebrate everything Twilight! As the pony who started it all, we follow a different Twilight in this alt-universe, and we follow her life on Twilight Day throughout the years and into the far-off generation...learning how a colorful and bright spark can flicker and become...colorless as false hope keeps the burning spark alive...</p><hr/><p>This is part of my 'Your Name' series. It takes place in the far future, as a Watcher retells events between before and after 'Your Name' and beyond. You must read the 'Your Name' series to understand what's happening—or don't. You can read this as a huge 'what if' stand-alone story.<br/>Also, it is a sequel/prequel to "Her Name Across The Generation," but I won't mark it until that contest is over.</p><p><b>ALSO</b>, this will be made into a real fic after the 'Your Name' series is done. I like the ideas so much, that I can't let end like that.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T02:45:33+00:00
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2024-08-07T14:38:38+00:00
| 243 |
You, the readers, can see a purple-cloaked figure within the darkness. They turn to you, hearing her voice as female.
"Welcome back, readers. It hasn't been long, but I bet you are here for a reason—there are many reasons. The first and most important one is that one story you saw. That "could be" story in that far future of Equestria, where Twilight is still ruling in that universe and has taken Sunny Starscout as her new student."
The figure opened her book, flipping many pages, looking for that future chapter until she found it.
"Here we are. The Rainbow Prime Tree has many stories, so sorry if I had to make you wait."
She turned her book to you, smiling as her face was hidden in darkness.
"You want to know where that story goes with that Twilight Sparkle? Correct?"
The figure looks sad as she returns to the book, flipping a few more pages.
"Where her story takes her will involve her student, Sunny, Sunny's friends, and even her daughter Braver in this "Could Be" universe, and it is... not a pretty story, to say the least. So, instead of making you look into that far-off chapter, I will show you where it started—where the cracks of the hardship of losing the ones you care about and the meaning of 'you don't know what you have until it's gone' started."
She flipped back a ton of pages, stopping on a page.
"And it all started on a certain day and will forever be in the future days. A holiday created for Twilight for when she became the Princess of Friendship."
Twilight Day - year 1
Twilight opened her eyes and yawned loudly as she awakened in her oversized bed. She just lay there, looking into the wide ceiling. She wasn't used to waking up in the Cantorlot royal bedroom yet. Despite having her own room for years in the library, the Castle of Friendship, and even in this castle when she was a student for Celestia back then, it was still all new to her.
"Ugh... What time is it?"
The window was closed, but she could tell it was still dark. She needed to lower the moon and raise the sun so Equestria could wake up and start the day.
"Maybe a morning flight would be nicer than doing it from here," Twilight mumbled as she exited the bed and headed for the bathroom.
After cleaning up and putting on her saddlebag, Twilight stepped outside to the balcony and was greeted by the moon in the sky. She smiled as she remembered how her first adventure with her friends stopped Nightmare Moon, who was sealed away in this very moon. After the quick down memory lane, Twilight spread her wings and leaped into the air. As she flew into the night sky, a feeling of peace and serenity came over her.
"It's always so quiet in the morning. There is so much peace, not even a cloud in the sky. So many creatures are still asleep, not even knowing how wonderful their day will be," Twilight said as she continued flying through the skies, taking her time before she started her cycle duty.
She found the perfect spot—the same spot she loved going to whenever she was going to lower the moon or raise the sun. She landed on a cloud that Rainbow Dash had gifted her. It might look like a normal cloud from the outside, but it held an item box on the inside. She smiled as she remembered her friend giving this gift on her birthday.
"Rainbow, you are always there for me when I need you."
Twilight touched the box with her hoof, and it opened up, allowing her to put her saddlebag inside. But before she did that, she took out the Amulet of Cycle—the same amulet that Celestia and Luna gave her a year back to aid her in moving the moon and sun until her Alicorn magic fully matures when she gets older.
As she closed the box and did her mental checklist, a following cloud could be seen getting closer to her. Twilight was unaware of it as it got closer and closer until...
"HAPPY TWILIGHT DAY!" a familiar voice shouted.
Twilight screamed in fear as the yell caught her off guard, and her magic activated the amulet. As a result, the moon was forced to the other side of the world, and the sun came to greet the world—only to disappear and be replaced by the moon. This repeated as Twilight breathed in and out, pale white. She could hear the familiar voice laughing at her.
"That's not funny, Rainbow!" Twilight scolded.
"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist," Rainbow laughed as she wiped a tear from her eye.
"Haha, yeah, that was hilarious," Twilight replied sarcastically as she looked back at her amulet. She faced her friend, who landed next to her. "Can you not scare the living daylight of me when I'm doing the cycle?"
"Sorry, can't make any promises," Rainbow laughed, putting her arm around Twilight's neck. "Anyway, Happy Twilight Day!"
Twilight mumbled at her as she was going to stop the moon from going into next week, but she stopped when she heard Dash say that.
"Wait, Twilight Day?" Twilight asked, confused.
"Yeah, Twilight Day."
Twilight blinked and sighed. "Should I even ask what Twilight Day is? Wait, don't tell me. You created another silly holiday to prank me."
"I wish I did," Rainbow laughed. "No, Twilight Day is a holiday created for you, and today is your first Twilight Day."
Twilight watched as Rainbow flew up into another cloud and came back. She floated before her and held a small gift wrap box in her hooves.
"Happy Twilight Day, Twi."
Twilight blinked, not sure what was happening. "What is this?"
Dash rolled her eyes. "Wasn't you listening? It's a holiday created for YOU! To show our gratitude and love for you, Princess. Here, open the gift. This is from me. The girls will be coming over to give you their gifts, and I had to give you mine earlier because I'm going to be busy the whole day with the new rookies in Wonderbolt training."
Dash flew closer and gave Twilight the gift. Twilight took it and looked at the gift.
"I thought I told you guys not to call me a princess."
"Sorry, bad habit."
Twilight looked to Dash, but she knew it was impossible to break a habit. She sighed softly as she looked at the gift again and smiled. She carefully unfolded the gift wrap without ripping the paper.
Dash's happy smile slowly became an annoyed frown as she crossed her arms, hating how long Twilight took to open her gift.
"It's not going to explode, ya know," Dash complained.
"I know, but I hate the feeling of ruining a nicely wrapped gift," Twilight answered.
Dash grunted, landed beside her, and slumped, waiting impatiently.
Seeing how her friend was impatient, Twilight chuckled and continued opening the gift.
Dash looked at her with an annoyed expression. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just surprised you didn't take your gift and just opened it for me." she gave Dash a sweet smile. "Somebody has matured, I see.
Dash was flustered by the comment and rubbed her neck. Twilight giggled when she saw how Dash reacted.
"Just hurry up and open the gift, dummy."
"Fine."
Twilight quickly took the paper off, and what she saw surprised her...well, not really, as she sighed and turned to Dash.
"Really? A picture of you?"
Rainbow smiled, posing. "I know, awesome, right?"
Twilight sighed as she took the framed picture out of the box. Rainbow's face was in the middle of the photo, with her grinning, while the background looked like the inside of her old tree home.
"Wow...what a great gift. Can't think of anything better than a framed picture of your face," Twilight replied sarcastically, looking at her.
Twilight was waiting for Dash to act sad, thinking she didn't like her gift, but she was caught off guard when she saw Dash acting embarrassed.
"Hey, don't make fun of my gift. It's a custom-made, one-of-a-kind picture of yours truly, the most amazing pony in all of Equestria." She looked away. "And..." she started to mutter something that Twilight couldn't hear too well. Dash looked at her, and with a tiny smile, she said, "If you ever feel alone or down, look at the photo." She patted Twilight's back hard, almost making her drop the gift. "I mean really look at it! You might remember something about it! That's the real gift!"
Twilight was puzzled by what she said but smiled and looked down at the picture.
"I will, and I love it. Thank you, Rainbow."
"Anytime, Twi. Anytime."
Rainbow looked at the sky, noticing something.
"Hey, Twi."
"Yeah?" said Twilight, looking at her but noticing that Dash was pointing at something. She turned to where Dash was pointing and freaked out. The sun and moon bounced off each other like rubber balls. "OH, NO!"
Dash couldn't stop laughing as she watched Twilight trying her hardest to stop the sun and moon from flying across the sky. Twilight was so mad that she turned to Dash.
"RAINBOW DASH!"
Twilight Day- Year 5
Twilight opened the door to her study, and before she knew it, the lights turned on, and all of her friends shouted at her.
"HAPPY TWILIGHT DAY!"
Twilight was so scared that she screamed and fell backward. Her friends quickly hurried to her side, asking if she was okay.
"Suger cube, you okay?" asked AJ, helping her up.
Pinkie hopped around Twilight, giggling. "I wish I took a photo of that! Your face was priceless!"
"Pinkie!" the others scolded.
"Ops," Pinkie laughed as she stopped.
"Sorry, darling. Are you okay?" asked Rarity, dusting Twilight's purple fur from the fall.
Twilight coughed. "Yeah, it just caught me off guard, that's all. So..." she huffed and smiled. "Still doing the whole 'Twilight Day' thing, huh?"
Fluttershy walked to the table and returned with a party hat.
"Oh yes, every year, and today is the 5th Anniversary!" Fluttershy answered, smiling as she blew into a party horn.
Twilight shook her in amusement, putting on the party hat.
"Can believe Rainbow Dash's suggestion for a holiday that celebrates me stuck with you all. The last time she suggested a holiday, it was Awesome Day."
Dash flew over to Twilight, face to face now.
"Are you going to approve that holiday!? A day about being AWESOME! Think of the awesomeness and the awesomeness parties and the-"
"Dash," Twilight said, holding her laughter.
Dash was still rambling on, not hearing her. The girls just laughed as they turned to Twilight.
"Here, Twi, this is from me!" said AJ, taking her hat off and pulling out a book wrapped in a bow. I hope you like it."
Twilight took it, undid the bow, and opened the book. Twilight smiled as the book was filled with photos of her, AJ, and AJ's family.
"Thank you, Applejack! I will treasure this."
"You're welcome, partner. I also made ya some apple pie! It's on the table over there with the rest of the food. Help yourself."
"Thank you, AJ," Twilight replied, putting the book on her desk.
Pinkie pops out from the desk, holding a pretty big box.
"OPEN MY NEXT! OPEN IT!"
"Pinkie, calm down. I will open your gift," Twilight laughed.
"Okay, okay," Pinkie laughed, handing her the box. "Sorry. I can't help it. Today is one of the best holidays of the year. Well, second-best. The first is Leif Erikson Day, but that's not for a few months." She put on a Viking helmet and a large red beard. "Hinga-dinga-durgen"
Twilight rolled her eyes in amusement as she opened the box and looked inside. What she saw inside amazed her.
"Pinkie!" smiled Twilight, pulling out a life-size gummy candy of herself. "I love it!"
"Thanks, I had a lot of candy-making practice to make that. You wanna know what the best part is? Your horn has a sour punch stick in it. I didn't want to make your horn tasteless."
Twilight chuckled, poking the gummy horn. "I don't even want to know how you made the candy like that."
Pinkie shrugged and giggled. "Trade secret."
The girls laughed while Fluttershy came over and handed Twilight a wooden frame photo.
"What's this?" Twilight asked, turning it over. What she saw made her tear up a bit. "Fluttershy!"
The picture was of Twilight's old pet, Owlowiscious. The last time she saw him was when she released him back into the wild, as she believed that she wouldn't have time for him anymore as she became a princess. In the photo were Owlowiscious and his family, who he had started.
"I checked up on him like you asked Twilight. I was shocked to learn he has a family now. He and his family were happy, and I took the photo myself."
Twilight hugged her friend, who happily accepted. "Thank you, Fluttershy."
"Anytime."
After breaking the hug, Rarity approached Twilight, who presented her with a beautiful purple dress inspired by her old Gala dress.
"Here, darling! I recreated your old Gala dress into this new one. You always looked wonderful in that dress."
"I love it, Rarity. Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
Twilight loved her gifts but turned to Dash, who was still going on about Awesome Day.
"Hey, Dash."
"And we can have an awesome movie night and then have an awesome takeout and-huh?" Dash asked, shaking her head and seeing her friends look at her. "What's going on?"
She could see all her friends had already given their gifts, and it was her turn. She blushed in embarrassment as she flew over to the corner of the room, picked up a long flat box, and returned with it.
"Happy Twilight Day!" Dash said, presenting her with the box.
Twilight took it, and the first thing she noticed was how heavy it was. She narrowed her eyes at Dash. "You didn't buy me a weight set or something? Look, I might be of had gained weight but-"
Dash's mouth was open, not sure what to say to that.
"Dash, you didn't!?" questioned Rarity.
Dash shook her head, waving her hooves before Twilight and her friends. "No, no. But I understand why you think that. It is heavy for a reason."
"Okay, then. Let's see what it is," Twilight replied as she opened the gift. What she saw surprised her.
"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed as she pulled out the gift.
The rest of the girls gasped as Twilight pulled out a beautifully large golden chest plate with her cutie mark engraved on the chest.
"Rainbow! This is amazing!"
"Thanks, it's custom-made armor. It will fit you like a glove."
Twilight put it against her chest but realized it was too big for her. Dash laughed as she watched Twilight struggle to lift it.
"Don't worry, you'll grow into it. Celestia said you should be her size in the future! Then it will fit like a glove."
"Wow," Twilight breathed, looking at the armor. She could see her own reflection in it and could see the girls gathering around her.
"I must say, Dash! This must have cost you a fortune," said Rarity, admiring the craftsmanship of the armor.
"I agree, that is a pretty cool gift," said AJ.
Twilight was still amazed by it but stopped when she heard Dash answer Rarity's comment.
"You have no idea, Rare! Let's say I'll be eating noodles for the next year or two," joked Dash, laughing a bit. Her laughter died down as she saw Twilight looking at her with a guilty look. "Don't feel guilty, Twilight. I would spend all the bits in the world to see that look on your face when you first saw it, and trust me, it was worth it."
Twilight didn't look convinced, so Dash landed before her and put her arms on Twilight's shoulders.
"Seriously, don't feel guilty. I spent every bit with good intentions, and I like you, Twi."
Twilight nodded. "I love you too, Rainbow." But she giggled. "At least it isn't another photo of you this time!"
Twilight expected her to be upset, but she was surprised to see Dash smiling.
"That comment tells me you didn't really look at it," Dash said, feeling so glad. "It also means you've been fine these past five years." She closed her eyes, and without warning, she hugged Twilight. "Happy Twilight Day, Twi! Keep being you!"
"...Dash." softly whispered Twilight, who smiled and hugged her back.
The girls were awed, and Fluttershy got her camera out and took a photo. Soon, the party started, but Dash had to leave as she needed to meet other bridesmaids for Spitfire's wedding rehearsal. After the party, as everyone was leaving, Twilight stopped them.
"Girls, before you go, I wanted to invite you to a night trip to the forest near Ponyville in eight months from now! The legendary comet, the Rainbow Comet, should be passing by, and I have been researching it for years and hoping to see it. I will have to review my notes and find the exact date, but I wanted to know if you guys were interested."
The girls looked at each other with sadness and back at her...
After the girls left, Twilight sighed with sadness as she snapped off her gummy statue horn and took a bite. It seemed her friends had plans eight months from now and couldn't join her in watching the Rainbow Comet from the forest. She felt so sad but knew she couldn't blame them. She looked at the photo of Dash on her table. She remembered what Dash told her, and her ears perked up.
"Wait, maybe Dash will be free eight months from now? I think the Wonderbolts will be off by that time."
Twilight took out a scroll and started writing a letter to Rainbow Dash.
The cloaked figure stopped reading and smiled.
"And that's how Twilight invited Rainbow Dash to that faithful night, where their stories and the universe's future will forever be changed."
She flipped a few pages, and her happy expression never changed as she started to read the book.
Twilight Day- Year 6
Twilight had bags under her eyes as she walked into the castle hallway and yawned. It was an awful night for her as her adopted daughter, Breaker, a black slime creature pretending to be an Alicorn or sometimes a unicorn, whatever Breaker felt like being, kept her up all night. She didn't know why, as her daughter, who looked like a young filly Rainbow Dash just without the rainbow mane, always went to bed at the given time. Breaker couldn't sleep and kept jumping around the room. Because of her overwhelming raw magic, Breaker started to shake the whole tower, keeping Twilight up all night. Speaking of which...
"Sweetie..." she groaned, holding the wall to prevent it from falling. "Please stop bouncing around the castle. I can't keep dipping into the royal funds to keep repairing the castle!"
Breaker was hopping around her but stopped, turning to her mother and had the best smile on her face.
"Sorry, Mom! But I'm so excited!"
Twilight raised an eyebrow, puzzled but happy that her daughter had stopped hopping around. The trip to the inside garden won't be hectic this afternoon.
"Excited? For what?"
Twilight opened the doors to the garden, and Breaker screamed super loudly before Twilight could get an answer from her daughter.
"MOMMY!"
In a black flash, Breaker was gone, and Twilight followed the blur where her daughter tackled someone through the garden wall. Whoever her daughter tackled left behind a pony-shaped hole, but of course, Twilight knew who her daughter tackled. Only one pony had that honor of getting Breaker tackled hugs, and that pony was...
"Rainbow Dash," sleepy Twilight yawned. Looking through the hole, she saw her daughter nuzzling Dash's chest.
Poor Rainbow was on her back and clearly in pain.
"H-Hey Twilight..." Dash sat up, pulled Breaker from her chest, and kissed her cheek. "And hello, my little sweet pea! Did you miss your mommy that much?"
"Yup!" chirped Breaker.
"Well, you just saw me yesterday," Dash joked.
Breaker giggled and wanted to hug her again, but Dash wouldn't let her as Dash flew back into the garden and set Breaker down.
"Whoa there, sweet pea. I know you are a mommy girl, but you should put all that love toward someone else. It's her big today, you know?"
Breaker blinked and happily remembered as she hopped around them, shaking the garden. Then she stood right next to Dash, and the two of them happily looked at Twilight, who was doing a big yawn, and finally noticed their smiles.
"What's with the big smiles?"
"Happy Twilight Day, Twilight! Mom!" said Dash and Breaker.
Twilight didn't process what they said as her brain was tired from not sleeping, but when it finally clicked, she smiled.
"Thank you."
Dash put Breaker on her shoulder and pulled Twilight by her hoof. She took them to the small pavilion, where Twilight could see the snacks and gifts from her friends, as it looked like they couldn't be here this year. Dash and Twilight sat while Breaker used her slime powers to squeeze between them and reformed into her Alicorn form, smiling as this was her first time attending Twilight Day. She couldn't wait.
"Happy Twilight Day, Twi. I can't believe it has been six years already. It feels like I started this small holiday for you only yesterday!" Dash said, getting a bowl of grapes and handing it to Breaker. "Within those six years, a lot of things happened. Like Starlight had a daughter, Luster Dawn, who's Breaker's new and first friend." She rubbed her daughter's head, being so proud.
Twilight nodded and tiredly turned to Breaker.
"And speaking of Breaker, this little cute brave mare came into our lives after we saved the multiverse and made it more..." She thought of what she wanted to say. "More 'exciting'?" She happily joined in with her daughter's laughter and loved her more than anything.
"But, you know, Twi, even if our lives have been hectic, I'm still proud of you for what you've done in those six years."
"Thanks, Rainbow," Twilight smiled, eating some strawberries.
Dash blushed as she wanted to say something else, but Breaker suddenly remembered something.
"I FORGOT MY GIFT!"
The two watched as their adopted daughter became slime and oozed out, then returned to normal as she ran to the exit—only to trip over nothing and roll out of the garden. They could hear her crashing into something and loudly falling over in the distance, and Twilight facepalmed.
"...there goes the royal funding for the next few months."
Dash chuckled and turned to Twilight.
"So, Twi. Have any plans for this Twilight Day?"
"No, I have none," Twilight answered, yawning again and slowly closing her eyes.
Dash saw this as her chance to say those three little words finally. "Well, how about you, me, and Breaker have a picnic, you know, a f-family outing." She started to blush heavily as she kept talking. "And when Breaker takes her nap, we can talk...and I can finally tell you that I l-l-l-lo..." but like always, she couldn't find the courage to say it. She sighed, but her ears picked up something and turned to Twilight. Dash happily sighed as Twilight was sleeping and snoring peacefully. "...I'll tell you when the time is right, Twi. I promised myself that I'd say those three little words to you. If Dashie could tell her Twilight that she loved her, then surely I can tell you that I love you, right?" She reached over and gently moved a lock of Twilight's mane from her face. She slowly leaned in and wanted to kiss her but stopped as Breaker rolled back into the garden and stopped before them.
Breaker was going to yell that she got Twilight's gift but stopped herself when she saw her mom sleeping peacefully against Dash's shoulders. She got upright, untied the bow, revealing that she had bought a blanket, and flew over and placed it over them.
"Happy Twilight Day, Mom," whispered Breaker, slowly flying away from her mother but being grabbed by Dash.
"Where are you going, sweet pea?"
"I thought you would want to be alone with Mom. Since it's a special day for her."
Dash chucked. "Well, I want you to be here too. We're a family, aren't we?" She moved a little, making room between her and Twilight. "You are our daughter, after all."
Breaker's expression changed from shocked to very happy. She slowly flew between them and sat down, nuzzling her mother's arms.
"Thank you, mommy!"
Dash looked down at her, pulling the blanket up to her chin. "For what? Loving you? Don't be silly. We always will."
Breaker slowly joined her Twilight in falling asleep but spoke to Dash one last time before she did. "I'll make you two proud. I will prove to myself that I'm worth being called your daughter. Thank you for taking me...mommy...mother..."
Dash huffs at that silly talk. "We are proud of you. We will always be. You are our daughter. Our pride and joy. Nothing will change that. I love you, sweet pea."
Dash looked down at Breaker and Twilight, who were sound asleep and smiling.
"I love you both."
Twilight Day- Year 16
"Happy Twilight Day!" shouted those who came to this year's party, which was held in the castle's outside garden.
"Thanks, everyone!" happily answered Twilight, who was now the same height and build as Celestia.
Breaker, now going by Braver, pulled her mother to the large picnic table where the food was while the others joined them. Only Rarity, Sunset, and Fluttershy came, but newcomers this year were Braver's childhood friends, Luster and Cozy. Of course, Dash was also here. As she turned on the boombox, rock music started blasting.
"Let's get this Twilight Day started!" shouted Dash, banging her head to the rocking music. Sunset joined her in the head-banging.
Only for the boombox to stop playing the music as a magical aura opened the record lid, replaced the record with a new one, and closed it. Soon, fancy music started playing. Dash and Sunset groaned at the sudden music change, only for Rarity to walk past them.
"This is Twilight's special day, and she's a princess. The music should be more 'classy,'" said Rarity, glaring at the two rock-loving mares.
Sunset and Dash pouted as the music changed but knew Rarity was right, as today was all about Twilight.
Twilight could only laugh at what she saw. She turned to Braver, who was sitting between Cozy and Luster, who were fighting over who would feed Braver.
"I knew Braver first, Cozy!" glared Luster, pulling Braver's arm.
"And? That doesn't mean you have a claim over her," shot back Cozy, who was pushing Braver's arm closer to her.
The two kept fighting. Twilight could see her daughter was just happy her childhood friends could join them this year for Twilight Day. Braver pulled them closer to herself and smiled, causing the mares to blush.
"A lot of things have happened over these sixteen years, right Twilight?"
Twilight turned to Fluttershy, who poured herself some tea and looked at her.
"I agree, Fluttershy." Twilight looked back and saw everyone having fun hanging out with each other. "Braver revealed to everyone what she truly is, and New Ponyville accepted her with open arms. She even made a friend group with Luna, Tempest, and..." Twilight still couldn't believe it as she faced Fluttershy with amazement. "With Tirek, Chrysalis, and..." Suddenly, a muffin wrapper smacked her and slowly slid down her cheek. She didn't need to look at who did it. "...and Cozy."
Fluttershy giggled as she watched Twilight remove the wrapper from her face.
"Well, you and Dash did raise her." They looked over to Braver, who was now dancing like Twilight does when she dances. "You and Dash raised her to be a very open mare and to see the best in everypony, and I have to admit, Braver does remind me of you two a bit." She eyed Twilight with a smile. "But mostly you, Twilight."
Twilight's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Of course. She's kind, sweet, smart, and loves helping others like you. You have to be proud."
"I am, Fluttershy," happily responded Twilight, looking back to her daughter. "Like what I told you years ago. I see it. She has it."
Fluttershy joined her in looking at Braver, which everyone joined around Braver and was now dancing.
"The spark. That spark. It's her like you said," whispered Fluttershy with a small smile.
"And it will never go out! I'm going to ensure it stays alight and burning forever!" declared Twilight. "I'll always be there for her, protecting her, keeping her safe."
"Twilight."
"I'll be the best mother possible—just like my mother, just like Celestia. I'll show her the wonders of this world, help her grow into a great and strong mare, and protect her from everything." Twilight remembered the awful life that Braver and Blitz had before they were saved by her, Dash, and their counterparts from different universes. "I will never hurt my sweet, brave daughter!"
Twilight Day - year 23
"HAPPY TWILIGHT DAY!" shouted everyone, as everyone could make it this year.
"Thanks, everyone!" declared Twilight, sitting at the table's head with Dash on her left. This year, the party was being held in Ponyville town hall. Everyone was here, from her friends and family to creatures she had met over the years and even Braver's friends. Speaking of which, Twilight noticed her daughter wasn't among her loved ones. Even Fluttershy wasn't here, but she remembered she step out to do something quickly with Discord. "Has anyone seen Braver?" she asked.
"She's running late; I'm sorry, Twilight. I have been craving cookies and marshmallow ice cream."
Twilight turned to see Luster and looked at Luster's huge stomach. With the biggest smile she ever had, Twilight used her magic to help Luster sit down next to her. Since Braver is part slime and how in the human universe, slugs are hermaphrodites, and slimes are the same in this universe. It took a while, but Braver got Luster pregnant.
"Luster, nonsense! You are pregnant. It's okay, and Braver is probably on her way. I'm so happy for you two."
"Yeah! I can't believe we're going to be grandparents! This is so awesome!" shouted Dash, jumping into the air. She was about to do a loop, but a crack could be heard, and she slowly returned to her seat, rubbing her back. "Oof, I already got the grand part down..."
Luster giggled, touching her stomach. "Thank you both. I hope the childbirth will go fine. This will be the first Slime and Pony hybrid in Equestria's history. We are really nervous about the birthing process."
Before Twilight or Dash could reassure her, a huge pile of food landed in front of Luster, making the three look at who put it there and smile. It was Cozy, who was slightly taller now, thanks to the Alicorn form she had. Her horn was still broken after her battle with Rainbow Sun Dawn all those years back, but she could hide it with her mane.
"Don't worry; I've been studying slime childbirth, as it seems there were rare cases of cross-breeding, and I'll make sure everything goes smoothly," answered Cozy, sitting down and pushing the plate of food to her best friend. "But you shouldn't just eat junk food, even if you crave it. You need to eat healthy."
Luster rolled her eyes and poked Cozy's cheek, smiling. "Whatever, I'm eating for two."
"I know, which is why you should eat healthy," said Cozy, rubbing her cheek.
Twilight smiled warmly. She was so happy to see Cozy becoming less...well, herself and more mature and responsible.
"Wow, Cozy. You have changed. You've been so busy with your archaeologist job. How did you get so much time off to visit?" asked Twilight, who was now being given a plate of food by Dash, who seemed still be hurting from pulling her back out.
"Well, that's what happens when you are your own boss, oh your highness," answered Cozy, giving her a cold stare.
"Cozy," warned Dash, not liking how Cozy talked to Twilight.
"I'm just messing around. No need to get all worked up."
Luster sighed, shaking her head and eating what Cozy gave her. Twilight placed her hoof over Dash's back, trying to calm her down, but Twilight noticed something was off with her. She was breathing hard and sweating slightly.
"Dash?"
Dash quickly hid her pain and tried to act like she was okay.
"What's up, Twi?"
Twilight narrowed her eyes at her, knowing she was hiding something.
"Rainbow...what's wrong? You don't get this tired or sweaty when you throw out your back. Did something happen?"
Dash was sweating now. She could feel Twilight staring a hole into her, and she couldn't lie to her, but she did.
"I'm fine, Twi! I need to rest a bit. That's all. Just watch," she smiled, standing up. "Just going to get some fresh air and-"
Suddenly, without warning, the windows were slowly covered in a black mist, and the room became black as if night had come. Twilight quickly looked to a window, wondering what was going on outside. She remembered the weather would be sunny all day, so why was a mist rolling in?
"What's going on?" asked Sunset as the other guests gathered at the windows. What they saw scared them. Sunset quickly turned to Twilight and shouted at her. "TWILIGHT! THE TOWN IS ON FIRE! THERE ARE SOME LIGHT BLUE FLAMES!"
"WHAT!?" Twilight shouted back as she quickly stood up from her chair.
Before Twilight could ask any more questions, the doors burst open, and the mist entered the room, slowly filling it. What happened next was Fluttershy entering the building with Discord and falling, but Discord caught her in time.
"T-Twilight..." coughed Fluttershy. "The town is on fire, some dark purple Alicorn..." Celestia and Luna flinched when they heard that. "Appeared in town, and Braver is..."
But Shy couldn't finish as the black mist approached Twilight, Dash, Cozy, and Luster. What they saw horrified them. Within the mist, the twisted faces of Braver could be seen. Her eyes were empty, and her faces tried to gather as one and reform back to its normal look, but she couldn't, and soon, painful screams echoed in the hall.
"BRAVER!" screamed Twilight, Dash, and Cozy as they were about to run to her, but Luster stopped them as she started to freak out and breathe hard.
"Luster, you need to calm down!" begged Cozy, as she knew this panic attack could be bad for the child
"But-But-Braver...she's," whimpered Luster, who could barely talk.
"Luster, please, the baby!" begged Cozy.
Twilight was so overwhelmed by what was happening right now, but what she heard next made her so scared and so pissed off.
"MOTHER!" Screamed Braver, as her voice could be heard from where the flames started. She was In so much pain that her voice was filled with agony. "MOTHER! I DON'T WANT TO BE A WEAPON AGAIN!"
Twilight spread her wings, and her eyes started to glow bright purple. Using her royal Cantorlot voice, Twilight shouted at the loudest and most mighty voice she had ever used.
"WHO DARES HURT MY DAUGHTER!?!"
And just like that, Twilight blasted out of the town hall and headed to the source of the fire. Dash wanted to follow her as she flew out of the building, but she quickly felt the same pain from before; she clutched her chest and crashed into the ground. She weakly looked at the dark sky, wanting to be by Twilight's side, but her body didn't move.
"Twi..." she gasped. Twilight blasted a purple beam at someone, who flew up and started to fight with her. "...I'm coming...wait for me..." Those were the last things Dash said before she passed out, and her friends and family hurried to her, worrying about her.
The cloaked figure slowly lowered the book and turned to you, the readers. Her expression was sadness, even though the darkness still hid her face.
"You must be guessing right, readers. That was the faithful day that Opaline Arcana unleashed her attack against Twilight rule for the first time. But unlike in the prime universe..."
The figure pulled out a comic book and opened it, showing a panel to you.
"She didn't do her attack behind the scenes as she did in the Prime universe; instead, she revealed herself as she met Braver, and the two fought over how Alicorns should be seen. Opaline believes that ponies and all creatures should fear and love the Alicorn race, as she sees her own race as the 'perfect beings,'" she explained, closing the comic and facing you.
"But Braver told her there isn't such thing as a 'perfect' race. We all have flaws and make mistakes, and the only thing we can do is learn and move on from those mistakes. That's how we grow. Opaline disagreed with that, and she attacked Braver by..."
The figure clutched her book, and her teeth started to grind.
"...by burning Braver's insides, making her slime parts boil, and unleashing a Black Miasma over the town. Making Braver into a magical bio-weapon...again. Faith can be such a cruel mistress, but even then..."
She opened her book and smiled.
"There is always hope, as long as you keep moving forward, keeping that spark alive. That is what Twilight did in saving her daughter and stopping Opaline. This universe's future was changed when that Rainbow Comet appeared in that night sky so many years ago. With Braver living here, this universe's story changed for the better, as we saw with Cozy and the other villains."
She turned away from you, and far in the distance, millions of rainbow sparks could be seen within the darkness.
"And just as Braver helped them, she did the same for Opaline. Giving her a chance, even when she hurt her. But it wasn't only Braver who helped her see the light; it was Twilight as well who helped. Be brave and reach out to others; listen to and understand them. Help them understand they share things in common, even the painful ones. It makes them feel happy that someone is glad to hear their voice and makes them cry when someone is there waiting for them. Without that, friendship would not exist. The spark of friendship is what keeps the very spark alive. Twilight and Braver are truly a wonder, aren't they? They have done so much for this world. Now..."
The figure slowly opened the book and didn't want to read this chapter, but she pushed on...
Twilight Day- year 28
This year, for Twilight Day, only Braver, who was a spitting image of Twilight when she was young, and her family attended. They took Twilight and Dash to the forest, where everything started on that faithful day when the Rainbow Comet appeared.
"COME ON, GRANDMA!" shouted a black unicorn with a similar mane from Luster's side. She was jumping up and down on the dirt road.
Dash slowly flew toward her and picked her up, smiling at her granddaughter.
"Take it easy, Black Star! Grandma isn't young, you know! Back in my day, I could fly circles around you! I could even do a Sonic Rainboom, but sadly, I can't anymore. I'm old, and my back hurts, and..."
Twilight walked up to them, smiling, and kissed Dash's cheek.
"Stop it, Dash, you aren't that old, you know?"
Dash turned to Twilight, smiling at her.
"Heh, whatever you say, Twi."
"Mom!"
The two turned to their daughter and Luster. They finally caught up and set the picnic baskets on the ground. Braver took out a huge phone with a magical crystal on the back and touched the screen. Thanks to Twilah, when she stayed in this universe during the Multiverse crisis, she taught and sold her design of how a magical phone would work to Equesrtia's great magical minds. This was the first prototype to be made and given to the royal family.
"Let's see! My parents' grave site should be up ahead." Braver looked back up and searched around, surprised at how much the forest had changed over the years. "I hope we don't get lost. It's been a long time since I've been in these woods. The last time I was here was when..." Twilight could see how sad Braver became. "...Blitz and Spark visited for the family reunion when their universe time differences matched our own."
"Time differences?" asked Star, not understanding what her mother said.
Dash lifted Star and placed her on her shoulders, smiling.
"It's egghead talk about how your aunties can't visit this universe unless our time is the same as theirs. That means we can't visit them."
Star crossed her arms and pouted.
"Oh, so their universe time is super slow?"
"Not exactly," explained Braver, using her phone to show them an image of a universe map that Spark gave her. "See this tree branch? This is our universe, and notice how the prism window is moving fast. Our time is much faster than theirs, but it is rare when it slows down."
Star smiled and cheered.
"Yay! I can see my aunties one day!"
"Yeah," smiled Braver, looking at her wife and then her daughter.
The family returned to walking down the dirt road, but soon, the road was slowly gone as grass grew over it.
"We must be close, right?" asked Twilight.
Dash shrugged but was surprised as Star jumped off her neck, ran ahead, and stopped.
"Grandma! Race me! Come on, show me how fast you still are! Let's go, let's go!"
"Hey, not fair! Grandma is old! I'll lose!"
"I'll join in," Twilight declared, running toward Star. "Come on, Dash, stop putting yourself down."
"But my back..." whined Dash, walking behind them.
Black Star and Twilight waited for her and smiled at her.
"I'm here for you, Dashie, always will be," whispered Twilight.
Dash shook her head, opened her wings, and blasted past them.
"Better catch up, kiddo! Grandma is still a fast flyer!" shouted Dash, but she started to sweat and hold her chest.
"Yay!" laughed Star, running after her grandma, and they disappeared into the woods.
Twilight was about to chase after them, but a cold breeze appeared, and she turned back—like she suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Mom?"
"Twilight?"
Question Braver and Luster, as they noticed Twilight looking up into the sky. Twilight shook off the weird feeling and told them she was okay. Twilight decided not to be in the race and just walked with her daughter and daughter-in-law.
"Another great Twilight Day, isn't it, Mom?" asked Braver, holding her wife's hoof.
"Yeah," nodded Twilight. "Even if it's just us, that's enough."
"That's right," smiled Luster, holding Braver's hoof. But Luster had to ask Twilight something. "I got to ask, why did you make a holiday about yourself? I don't want to be rude or anything, but it was always on my mind."
Twilight just giggled and explained to her.
"I'm not that big of a narcissist that I created a holiday for myself. Dash came up with it, and it just stuck, I guess. I can't believe how far I have come, how far we have all come. And I couldn't have done it without you, my family, and my friends."
Braver looked up at the sky and smiled. Twilight joined her, and they looked where the Rainbow Comet had once flown. Twilight remembered all the memories. Of the alternate versions of herself, Dash and her friends who came to this universe filled her mind.
"It was nice knowing them," admitted Twilight. "But, at the same time, I'm happy they are where they belong. Even if..."
"MOMMY!"
"Huh!?" said all three, seeing Black Star running out of the woods, crying her eyes out.
Braver was the first one to go to Star and hold her.
"What's wrong!? Did something happen?"
Star couldn't answer as she was too scared to say anything.
"Star, what happened!?" asked Twilight, getting worried.
Star lifted her hoof, pointed back, and said one word that filled her mother and Twilight with fear.
"Grandma."
The figure looked away from the book but turned the page as she spoke to you.
"...and this is where Twilight's spark started to flicker..."
Twilight Day - year 29
It was raining as Twilight walked in the forest. This year, Twilight Day, she asked her friends and family not to celebrate it with her. She told them she wanted some time alone, and they respected her decision. She walked through the woods, even through the rain, which calmed her down and reminded her of the past. But even though she was alone, her heart was filled with sorrow. She looked ahead and remembered the memory of Dash and her heading to the impact site of the Rainbow Shards. She even saw the ghost of herself and Dash running by...
"Hey, wait up, princess egghead!" yelled Dash as she followed memory Twilight down the path. "Why couldn't you teleport us there?"
Twilight remembers what she told Dash about a once-in-a-lifetime experience and needs to document it. She keeps watching as the ghost of the past vanishes as the rain gets heavier.
"Dash, slow down! I need to be prepared for it! I need to make sure that my quill is ready! I can't have it broken or missing, and-."
Twilight stopped as the rain hit her face, and she just stood there, her tears mixing with the rain. She became so wet in the rain that her wet mane now hid her eyes. She continued down the path and finally arrived at the crater. Down below were Nightfall and Rainbow Sky's graves, Braver and her sister's real mothers. An alternate universe version of her and Dash, but as she got closer, there was a third grave on the other side. She walked over and sat in front of it. Twilight smiled as she spoke to it,
"Stop going ahead of me! I don't want you to leave me." More tears fell down her cheeks. "...Dash."
Twilight lay down and rested her head on the grave. Her eyes slowly closed, and the memory of her and Dash returned to her.
"Come on, Twi! Hurry up! I'm not waiting for you!"
"I'm coming, Dash. Please... slow down. Take your time, look around, and enjoy the journey."
Dash looked back at her and smiled.
"Don't worry, Twilight. I and our friends made a promise to you, don't you remember? I'll find you again, no matter where or when. Even if I'm born as someone else, I'll find you again because we are meant to be. And no one or anything can ever break us apart. So, please, wait for me. No matter what happens, I will find you again, be together, and make you happy again."
The sound of thunder could be heard in the distance. Masking the loud sobbing coming from Twilight as she opened her eyes, reading the words on the tombstone.
"Here lay the most loyal and fastest Pegasus in all of Equestria. She was a wonderful friend and mother, and her rainbow was never truly gone from the blue sky."
Rainbow Dash
The figure turned a few pages.
Twilight Day -year 37
Twilight and her friends visited Rarity's grave and talked about what was going on in the world, like how trains were slowly becoming bullet trains. Twilight was quiet, though. Within her eyes, the bright spark that was within her flickered.
Twilight Day - year 42
Twilight and her friends visited Pinkie's grave. Twilight's expression was emotionless, and the spark within her eyes became more dim.
Twilight Day- year 50
Twilight, Fluttershy, Braver with her family, and even the whole town of Ponyville gathered on the apple farm. AJ's family thanked everyone for coming. AJ passed away a week ago, and the Apple family was thankful that the whole town was here. The Apples had their heads down in sorrow. While the crowd was silent, Braver was holding Twilight close. As the funeral went on, Twilight's eyes slowly lost their glimmer of life as the spark within her was struggling to keep lit...
Twilight Day- Year 59
Twilight stood in front of Fluttershy's grave, placing a flower on it. Soon, a lion's hand could be seen, placing pink and yellow flowers next to Twilight's flowers.
Twilight and Discord said nothing to each other.
Within Twilight, the spark finally burned out...
The figure slowly faced you, trying her hardest to hide her sadness.
"The spark. It's a beautiful thing. Once it's lit, you can't truly destroy it. No matter what happens, no matter what, it will always find a way to light up again. To keep living and growing..." The figure faced away from you. "As long there is someone or somebody to give you hope, to remind you why it was lit in the first place. To reassure you when you are in doubt, honesty. To tame your heart with compassion, kindness. To make you giggle in the hardest of times, laughter. To give you something without ever asking back, generosity. And..."
The figure looked up at the dark void, seeing more rainbow stars filling it.
"And those that will not abandon you and will always be there for you, no matter what, loyalty. With all those, the spark will never burn out, no matter what, but..."
The figure faced you slightly.
"When the spark is gone, can it return or fade away? Will the spark that resides in our hearts always shine or die out? Can it ever truly be rekindled or..."
Twilight Day- year 416
Twilight just stared at the thing. She blinked once, and a tiny spark could be seen within her eyes. She blinked again, and the glimmer of life reflected what she was looking at.
"F-Fruits! Apple, apple! Grape and Oranges!" Sunny mumbled as Pipp forced her to participate in her livestream.
"Hello, Equestria! Your new and upcoming Tuber is here with her new best friend! Sunny!"
Pipp moved the phone to show Sunny still rambling about fruits and returned the livestream to herself.
"She's...shy..." gulped Pipp, as she forgot about Sunny's weird habit of getting too scared, worried, or too focused on something and starting to talk about fruits.
"Pipp, turn that off!" shouted Zipp, pulling the phone away from her sister. Her hoof covered the stream. "You are lucky no one watches your lame streams. Sunny invited us because she wants us to spend the day with her teacher, on...on..." Zipp turned to Sunny, hoping she would answer what holiday it was, but she forgot about Sunny's weird habit and kept listing off fruits.
Pipp returned her phone and sighed, but the camera was pointed at a tall female Alicorn statue.
"Twilight Day! Gosh, I thought you least knew what holiday we were celebrating. Of course, Zippy wasn't listening and too busy." Pipp pointed the phone to a different part of the throne room, where Hitch glared out the door as Royal knights walked by.
Hitch huff at the guards. "Royal guards thinking they are better than us, the cops of Maretime Bay. The nerve! Just because they are better at protecting the town..."
The phone slowly zoomed in on Hitch's butt.
"Oh, I understand why you weren't listening, darling. Look at that fine-"
The phone was smacked out of Pipp's hoof, falling to the ground and breaking.
"S-SHUT UP! I DON'T SEE HITCH LIKE THAT!" Zipp looked away and blushed deep red. "Besides, I'm up and starting private investigator!" she hid her blush with a white visor. "We are just working together to help stop crimes in the town. Nothing else."
"Riiiight, sure," teased Pipp, smiling. "I bet you two will be-"
Pipp stopped as Izzy placed a huge chest between the sisters.
Izzy picked up Pipp's broken phone and opened her chest. In less than five seconds, she fixed the phone and handed it back to Pipp.
"A-A-A-" Izzy, stuttering because she couldn't say 'all,' placed her hoof on her lap and tapped along what she wanted to say. "All done! Be careful next time! That phone was hard to fix, even for me."
"Thank you, Izzy!" smiled Pipp, looking at her repaired phone and then Zipp. "And as I was saying, I bet you two will be a cut-"
"Can you girls be quiet, please?" begged Opaline, wearing a secretary outfit and fixing her glasses, as she was in the middle of telling Twilight her plans for today. She tried to speak, but the two Pegasus sisters were still going at it. She gave up and turned to Braver, who was standing next to her. Looking even more like her mother. "Why did you even allow the Princess's student friends inside the throne room?"
Braver happily looked at Sunny, who started calming down as Misty whispered to her.
"Because Sunny suggested it, as it's Twilight Day! My mother hasn't really celebrated Twilight Day since..." Her happy smile became a sad one. "...you know why." But her smile returned as she saw Sunny smiling and talking normally again. "Sunny is like the warm sun itself, you know? Always brightening our lives. She's so smart, kind, funny, and-."
Opaline rolled her eyes and just pushed up her glasses, returning her attention to Twilight, but noticed that Misty was in front of her.
"Yes?" asked Opaline in the most annoyed voice.
"Ummm, I was wondering if it's okay for us to be here. If not, I'll make everyone leave."
Opaline couldn't hear what Misty was saying, but seeing that sad and cute face, she caved in, tossing her notepad away.
"I give up! I'll be taking my lunch break now!"
Misty and Braver watched her leave, turn at each other, and laugh.
"I'm sorry!"
Braver looked over and saw Sunny blushing and feeling ashamed that inviting her new friends was a bad idea.
"When you told me about Twilight Day, I just wanted to share it with my new friends I made and-and-PINEAPPLE!"
"No, no, Sunny," reassured Braver, placing a gentle hoof on her shoulder. "This was the right thing to do. Twilight Day isn't just about celebrating my mother, no little Sunny." Braver lowered her head, being at eye level with her now and giving a warm smile like a mother would give, which Sunny loved seeing, as she never had a mother or even a father, as she was raised in an orphanage.
"Twilight Day is a holiday meant to celebrate all of those who we hold dear. Friends, family, and loved ones. It's a reminder to appreciate all those who have brought so much happiness and love into our lives." Braver nuzzled her cheek and turned to Sunny's friends, who gathered around. "My mom would love to meet you all." She looked back at Sunny, who was feeling better now. "And never doubt yourself, Sunny. You have a wonderful light inside of you. It's a morning dawn slowly filling the dark world with such warmth. So, don't hide that light. Show it to the world. Never be afraid, Sunny. Don't let that spark fizzy out. My sister, Spark, always talked about the spark, the one in the heart. And no matter how hard the darkness tries to put it out, the spark will always burn, but you must believe in yourself, Sunny."
Sunny started to tear up, feeling so much love from Braver's words.
Braver looked up at her mother, who was still speechless on her throne.
"Isn't that right, Mother?"
Twilight blinked again, her spark was back but...
"Yes, my daughter is right, my faithful student."
Sunny's eyes were full of sparkle and wonder upon hearing those words. It was her dream to be Twilight's student, which became real at the start of the year.
"And to your friends, a big welcome and thank you for being here today. I'm honored that you decided to be here. I hope that I can call you all..." Twilight blinked once more, and the spark wasn't colorful. It was dark and grey, like something was missing. "My..."
Sunny jumped for joy, ran to the throne, and hugged Twilight.
"I promise I won't let you down, Teacher!" she smiled, but her bad habit appeared again. "LEMONS!"
The figure appeared behind Twilight, shaking her head in sadness.
"The spark that resides in the heart of us all, will it always shine, or will it die out? Can it ever truly be rekindled, or will it fade away and still be burning? Burning without the colorful reasons why it was truly lit in the first place. Hope is a strong thing, but it can also be weak. A tiny little flicker can go out and relight with false reasons."
Within the reflection of Twilight's eyes, Sunny's friends were there —but when she blinked, standing before her weren't Sunny's friends anymore but her own. Rainbow Dash and her friends kept their promise to her; they returned to her. She hugged Sunny tight—a little too tight—as a creepy smile formed across her face.
"...my friends."
The figure shut the book and sighed. She turned to you, smiling with hope.
"Again, this is where this story ends...for now. It's just a 'What could be,' as that universe story is still being written."
She looks at the golden tree and sees millions of rainbow stars all coming together above it.
"Where its ending is still being written. The future has many possibilities; even the smallest choices can make a huge difference."
She looked back at you.
"This story is far from over and will continue. This is the beginning, where everything is coming together, and it is just the start."
She slowly headed to the tree, seeing it turning black and twisted...then back to normal.
"The start of the end. The end of the true ending is in sight."
The golden tree was back to normal, but the black void was now becoming white. A giant humanoid appeared above the tree, which then disappeared.
"It's just the start, and it's just the end. A spark and..." Her hood was blown off, revealing who she was. She looked familiar as if you had known her your whole life. Like she was always there for you, always pushing you forward. "A hope."
"The End...for the time being."
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Diamante
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563013
| 1 |
Queen Chrysalis,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Melody of Freedom
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After waking up from a long 2000 years, Chrystalis is finally free again
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incomplete
| 11 | 0 |
<p>2000 years have passed since she was inprisond with Tirek and Cozy Glow, and the magic that held them in place finally breaks free.<br/>As she takes a look around she is finally able to do whatever she wants again, but not everything migh be as she expects.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-10T06:05:42+00:00
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2024-08-10T06:06:15+00:00
| 223 |
The first thing I hear is the sound of a heartbeat, like it's marching towards with such fierce certainty that it scares me. I don't know what this is, but it's something that cannot be stopped, something that grows louder and louder at each passing moment.
I keep wondering what it could be, till finally I start to hear stone cracking. At this point I wonder where am I.
There's only darkness around me, as if someone had locked me in a completely dark room.
Who am I again? I think back, while trying to peer into my memories and see exactly that.
Anger, Hate, Jelousy, Emptyness.
That's right, Chrysalis, queen and the strongest of the changelings. I was betrayed by my subjects, forced into an evil group, and defeated by those pesky little ponies, forever locked into a stone statue with that brute Tirek and annoying little Cozy Glow.
I had stopped thinking after some time, locked away with nothing but my thought, sometimes coming in and out of conciousness, but finally I hear something, the sound of this heartbeat.
wait a minute.
The sound of MY heartbeat
Could it be that finally the magic that locked me in here is finally weakening?
I start to move my muscles, see if I can break the stone that binds me here.
Yes, I feel like it isn't so tight, I can wiggle inside this stone prison. I try to move my chest, around my shriveld heart, see if that's the cracking I heard. I must free myself, I must destroy those who wronged me, I will make everyone who betrayed me pay, and then I will create a new kingdom for me to rule over, after all, a girl like me must have everything she desires.
I start to hear more of the stone slowly curmbling. Judging by my heartbeat, I can only guess that this will take a while. Did discord pass through this also when he freed himself from this spell? I can only speculate as that backstabbing fool probably enjoys some tea with his "little pony friends. Ugh, simply the idea makes me sick to my stomach. The only love I need is the unconditionaly loyalty of my subject, and the love I drain from other, lesser beings.
Finally, after some time, I hear some stone fall anf hit the ground. Am I finally gonna be free? I try to conjure some magic, but I'm still weakened by the time spent locked away, and I can barely conjure a beam to break my prison.
Ugh, if only there was some foolish creatures for me to drain of love.
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Diamante
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563013
| 2 |
Queen Chrysalis,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Melody of Freedom
|
After waking up from a long 2000 years, Chrystalis is finally free again
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incomplete
| 11 | 0 |
<p>2000 years have passed since she was inprisond with Tirek and Cozy Glow, and the magic that held them in place finally breaks free.<br/>As she takes a look around she is finally able to do whatever she wants again, but not everything migh be as she expects.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-10T07:07:40+00:00
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2024-08-10T07:07:40+00:00
| 279 |
Finally
After so long, it feels soooooo good to stretch my wings again, I have no idea how long it must've been! It barely feels like a day has passed, but my body says otherwise. My wings feel stiff, my joints hurt, even properly staying on ground feels a little heavy.
I start to flutter my wings and see if I can even get of the ground again. It takes a lot of effort, but I'm still able to fly. Not wanting to tire myself, I just land right where I was. Maybe after feeding it will be easier
How long has it been, really, I wonder. I didn't hear anyone near me, and I'm still at the same hill where I was imprisoned, but something feels off. I don't remember it being well, kept, but the grass is running wild, not that I'm complaining, I was never one to limit myself to where I would grow, but I'm sure there weren't so much trees around.
Weird, I look back and try to look at the statue of where I once was. Those annoying little idiots should still be there.
Or not.
I take a wider look, try to see if I somehow wondered a little off while stretching, and still nothing. Either they freed themselves earlier than I, or maybe we were separated after being turned to stone. I start to think if maybe they've been reformed, after all, the pipsqueak did try to make us get together once.
"It doesn't matter for now" I mutter, I must find something to feed. As a changeling, "the hunger never ceases".
The sharp pain over my body, not quite like the hunger for food, starts to drain me again. It feels like I'm having my nerves being sucked out of me. Sure, after losing my colony I did feel it way more, but never had it felt this unbearable. I guess the spell didn't also locked away every last bit of love I had.
I start to gallop around, it shouldn't be hard to find some sustenance, anything that loves, I can drain, and oh every life do loves to love. It could be a squirrel caring for their little ones, or a bird just happy to catch it's worm, every one of them feeds me.
After a while trotting, with the pain of the hunger never having been so high before, I finally find a pond. Anything to make the hunger stop. A dog drinking, a duck swimming, a fish just lazing around. Anything to quiet the hunger. As I get close to the pond I take a look at the reflective surface.
What stares back isn't me. It scares me.
I was always thin, tall, with my eyes looking almost like two balls jutting out of my face. Long, thin hair dripping down from it, like waterfalls, falling from my face and my rear, and the green of my back really vibrant.
Now I look dried up. As once my thinness was one of beauty, it looks like one of weakness, where my hair looked flowing, it now looks dried up, where my colors popped out of my dark skin, now they look faded and gray.
The pain of how I ended up almost makes me forget the agony of the hunger. I quickly look up, take a deep breath, as to relieve all the emotion that came over me, and search for anything. Something needs to be living around here.
As quickly as I spot it my body almost juts to the frog in the middle of the pond. I fall on it, and we fall into the water. It's small, barely fits into my hand, but everything is more than what I have.
Almost like muscle memory, I didn't even had to think about it. The love of the frog leaves it, and rushes to my mouth, and the moment I start to taste it, the pain subsides. It barely tastes sweet, but I can feel small traces of it. Reminds me of when I had Shining Armor my the collar, his love was the sweetest I had tastes, and one that filled me to the point I was stronger than a princess. Now I have to feed from this slimy creature that barely has anything to give.
And when it stops, the pain returns. I'm a changeling, I am in constant pain, in constant hunger, only when I feed I can feel some sense of peace, and when the pain return it comes back stronger than before.
I start to scream, and I hear bubbles. I almost forgot I fell into the pond, and the air is quickly running out
I muster all the strength I have and gained from this to go back up, I start to swim pushing the water down, forcing myself to rise as fast as I can, but the surface is far away, and as I start to suffocate I jet out, gasping for air.
I need a few minutes to recompose myself. I look around and only see grass, trees and more grass. I must be the unluckiest girl ever, nothing to prey on and no one to trick into helping me.
I slowly get out of the pond and start to dry myself..I'd rather not look again into what I have become, maybe I can change into something, someone.
I close.my eyes and try to think of a normal pony, some pony I can pass myself as in case someone finds me, and some pony no one will find weird if it act. That photographer no one cared for will do nicely.
If I'm needing to focus, I might even be in worse shape than I ever had been. I try to picture her face exactly how it was. Her long, red hair, and faint green skin. I picture her exactly how she was and use all my strength to project it onto myself. It takes a lot of effort not to break concentration with all this hurting, but I remember nothing will ever relieve me if that
I open my eyes, look to the horizon and sigh, as even if I'm hiding all I am, I will never be free from who I am. I must feed, or I will perish.
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Diamante
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563013
| 3 |
Queen Chrysalis,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Melody of Freedom
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After waking up from a long 2000 years, Chrystalis is finally free again
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incomplete
| 11 | 0 |
<p>2000 years have passed since she was inprisond with Tirek and Cozy Glow, and the magic that held them in place finally breaks free.<br/>As she takes a look around she is finally able to do whatever she wants again, but not everything migh be as she expects.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-15T22:33:54+00:00
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2024-08-15T22:33:54+00:00
| 130 |
It's been hours now.
My hooves hurt, I feel lost, I can barely still keep awake, but I can't just stop anywhere to rest. I have no one, and I know they will find me and hurt me if I stop. That is, if the hunger doesn't consume me first.
From how long it took for the sun to set, I must have broken free close to night already, so it shouldn't have take this long for me to get to any town close.
Something has been very wrong me since I've awoken, like I can't take control of my powers. I hunger like never before, and whenever I find something to feed, no matter how hard I try, I barely am able to drain enough for something more than a slight relief, which, shortly after, it all comes back. And that's not to mention the disaster that it was when I tried to transform. I'd rather not even think about it.
I look up to the stars above. They look beautiful, and the moon is full tonight. Too bad it's empty for a while now. It used to have the image of a mare on it for so long that it's been feeling weird ever since it disappeared. Maybe that's how it will happen to me. I'll just go away someday, and only those who remember miss me.
Just as I start to feel bad for myself, the hunger grows bigger. I need love. I need to take them from others. I need to feed.
It gets to a point that it's even hard to keep walking. I look close to a tree and slowly make my way to it. It has a hollow, so maybe I can find some sort of bird in there to pretend to be fine.
When I look inside I find two succulent baby birds. "Perfect" I mutter. Hatchlings yearn so much for affection of their mother that I can have I feast. I should know, I raised thousands of-
"Thousands of traitors! That's what they are!" I scream, loudly waking up the chicks.
Great, now noise which I'll.habe to deal with. I look to the one who comes closer to me, thinking I'm their mom here to feed them. Too bad the only thing that will feed here is me. I prepare myself to eat, and can feel how much it yearns for protection, and slowly I start to weave it into magic, making a nice little snack for me to eat.
I pull it out from inside them, and slowly can feel it. Bitter, confused, looking for some sort of comfort. The only comfort here is that I might have enough strength to sleep well.
Slowly the chirps that have been annoying me stop being a duet and become a solo. I've drained all I could from the first one, and start looking forward to the second one, I weave its love and eat it, but something is different. It's not bitter, it's something closer to a minty flavour.
That's why I love so much draining all their love, no matter how much close you might be to someone, your love is your own, and nothing will ever be like it. This chick feels like it isn't respected by its brother, so it's way more cold and raspy, which explains the taste.
When I'm finished, I take the nest and put it on one of the branches. Tonight, I will be sleeping here, and it will keep me safe from them.
I don't care if their mother gets here, after all, I can just drain her too, which will be even better.
It's a tight fit, but a bug like me can wriggle and squirm all I want till I get confortable, and getting all squished up does indeed feel comfortable. I haven't been able to have my own pod like this ever since that damned Starlight destroyed my throne and turned all my subjects against me.
I start to hunger once again. The pain comes back, just as strong as before. I start to wonder if this is my new normal, if I never again will be able to stay only moderately hungry, if all that time away made my body used to this. All become of those damned ponies and their little friendship. I will have my revenge, and I will make sure everypony feels my rage, my discontent and that they never again are able to feel love without it going straight into my body. I will never again hunger like this.
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Wr1tingN3rd
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563015
| 1 |
Rainbow Dash,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Tea
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Rainbow Dash makes tea.
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complete
| 13 | 0 |
<p>After a long and exhausting day, Rainbow Dash decides to head home to wind down for the night and relax. A good cup of tea should do the trick.</p><hr/><p>This is my first attempt at a one-shot. Feedback is always welcome.<br/>This story was made as a way for me to express how I feel when I make tea, as it is a nice hobby that I have.</p><br/><p><span style="font-style:italic;font-size:0.75em">NOTE: I do not own the cover art.</span></p>
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everyone
|
2024-08-07T17:57:30+00:00
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2024-08-08T18:03:54+00:00
| 118 |
Dark clouds covered the skies of Ponyville. The day itself was cold and if you were to go outside, the wind would give you chills. Unlike most dark days, the air was moist, but no water fell. The sun shined bright above the clouds, but little to none of it reached its town.
All except for one small spot, one tiny ray of light peering through a small gap in the clouds. A glimmer of hope for the day to turn bright, instantly closed back up by another cloud being skillfully pushed into place.
"There we go. That's the last cloud," a voice spoke, sighing. It's voice belonged to a rainbow maned pegasus with a cyan coat. Even though she had just achieved her most recent goal, there was no hint of happiness, no feeling of accomplishment in her voice. It was just dull, tired, without emotion.
It was true, the day had been a long one. She had been out for quite a while, working her butt off for a good 12 hours now. And it wasn't just the sky she had been putting her time and effort into, her friends had also needed assistance that day. Pinkie Pie needed help restocking ingredients to the shelves, Applejack needed help bucking her apples before the day got too dark, and Twilight needed help organizing books. Sure, they could've done it themselves, but who was she to say no? They were her best friends after all.
After plugging in the last cloud, she flew backwards, forelegs on her hips, examining her work. With a quick nod of confirmation, she flew past the clouds covering the skies and went to the border of the town.
On days like this, she would move her cloud home away from the little village and place it near the outskirts, as to not get caught up in any misfires or potential storms in the way. Normally, she would've quickly made her way there, but today was an exception. As she flew, her muscles flexed. She felt the wind underneath her wings, pushing against her as she kept herself afloat.
Her wings whined and fought against her, but she pushed through, eventually making her way to the floating house sitting in an open field. Touching down lightly on her doorstep, she whispered quietly to herself, "Home, sweet home."
Eyeing the mailbox, she sluggishly pushed open the front door, muttering to herself, "I'll get it tomorrow." Thankfully, she didn't leave the door locked; she didn't need to, it would only waste time. Besides, the only pegasi that would come around these parts are just her and Derpy, the mailmare.
As she stepped hoof inside, her coat was slightly damp from working on all those clouds. She had sweat stains on her joints connecting her legs to her body, along with her wings, too.
She let out a heaving sigh and closed the door behind her. Her muscles that had been burning from the day finally began to rest, reducing the fiery mess raging in her wings and legs into a slight throbbing of pain. She turned to her left, eyeing a wall with framed posters and trophies on shelves. On them read "Best Young Flyer - Rainbow Dash", "Fastest Flyer - Rainbow Dash", along with others that spoke of similar accomplishments.
She hung her head low, sighing as she spoke softly, "One day."
And instead of heading straight to bed, or collapsing on the nearest couch, she made her way into the kitchen, her movement replicating that of a zombie. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen. In front of her, her stovetop, and to her left and right, basic cooking equipment like a kettle or a spatula or two. She didn't reach for any of them. Instead, she looked up at a drawer above the microwave above the stovetop.
She let out an annoyed sigh and opened her wings. Bringing herself to a slow hover, she opened the cabinet and pulled out a small bag before closing it back up and slowly descending to the floor once more.
Setting the bag down on the counter next to her, she walked over to her left, eyeing a second shelf and taking out a cold mug. Looking inside, it was a basic mug, colored a plain white with brown stains on the bottom, practically impossible to remove. Not that she cared.
She set the mug besides the bag and opened up a drawer below the counter, pulling out a spherical tea strainer. Closing the drawer, she reverted her attention back to the bag. Using her teeth, she ripped open the Ziploc closing on top and peered inside.
Almost instantly, an aroma shot up her nose and she breathed in the fresh smell of tea leaves. This one being a type of oolong, her favorite kind of tea. Grabbing the tea strainer in her mouth, she scooped up the leaves into the strainer before setting it down and examining it.
It was filled to the brim with tea leaves. She frowned.
She grabbed the strainer again and shook out a couple of leaves until she set it back down on the counter and examined it again.
Filled halfway. Perfect.
She grabbed the strainer and put it in the mug, closing the bag and placing it back where she found it. Then, she reached to her right and grabbed a kettle, one with a built in thermometer. She smiled as she remembered the day she bought it. It was a worthy investment. Sure, it was expensive, but it saved her a lot of time compared to her other kettle which was currently acquiring dust in the back corner of the room.
Kettle in-mouth, she walked over to her fridge and opened it, pulling out a cloud that was embedded into the back of the fridge. Setting her kettle down, she squeezed the cloud tightly and rainwater came pouring out, slowly filling up the boiler.
Once the water amount was to her liking, she put the cloud back in the fridge and brought the kettle to the stove, turning on the gas stove as fire burned brightly, heating up the container. She rested her head on the counter nearby and stared at the thermometer as it slowly increased in temperature.
65... 75... 85... A few moments later it read: 205. Quickly, she took the kettle off the stove and poured it straight into her mug, filling it up slightly below the top. She set the kettle back down onto the stove and turned off the fire before reverting her attention back to the mug.
She didn't have a stopwatch or an egg timer to keep track of the time, so she just stared and counted in her head. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
265... 266... 267... 268... 269... 270! She pulled out the tea strainer and threw it in the sink, grabbing a spoon from a nearby drawer and stirring the newfound tea sitting in her mug.
After stirring, she looked at her creation and took in the smell. It was bold and earthy, a nice relaxing smell. Almost therapeutic. She grabbed the mug and blew over the top, taking a small sip after.
Sloshing the hot liquid in her mouth, she thought to herself. ... Earthy... Bold... A little fruity... ... Needs some honey. She swallowed and opened up a drawer above her, grabbing a small container of honey and squeezing it into the cup. Not a lot! That would ruin the flavor. Just a little bit. Two and a half circles around the cup... she reminded herself.
She mixed the tea again and tasted it. She furrowed her eyebrows. It's missing something. She flew over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of milk, flying back over to the tea and pouring in a splash. And only a splash! Nothing more. Nothing less. Carefully, with practiced precision, she poured the perfect amount and swirled it around, turning the tea into a milky caramel color.
She tasted it again and smiled.
Quickly, she put everything back and grabbed the mug, making her way out of the kitchen. She strolled past her trophies and her room. Past her reminders of home and past reminders of her friends and family. Instead, she made her way to a glass door, sliding it open and stepping out into her backyard.
It stretched out even farther than her front yard and even had a rainbow waterfall on the side, draining into a small pond before recycling back up to the waterfall to fall down once more. And in the middle of her backyard was a small table and a couple of chairs. She took a seat on one and set her mug down on the table, looking at the view centered in front of her.
And Celestia, was it beautiful.
The sun set over the hills in the distance, the trees lost the sun shining on them. In the open fields and forests, she could spot deer running around, playing with their siblings, their parents just watching and sitting with each other in their partner's company.
She looked to her right and saw an empty chair. Maybe one day.
She grabbed her mug and took a slow sip. The smell filled her nostrils and hot liquid flowed down her throat. It was cool enough to drink normally, but she wanted to enjoy this. To extend this moment on for as long as possible. She let her face rest above the cup as she watched the animals play and harmony take place as steam hit her face. It was relaxing, adding on to the sights she was seeing before her.
Slowly, she took small sips, just watching the scene play out before her until her cup was empty. Disappointed, she looked into her cup and saw only a couple drops left. She flipped the cup upside down and shook the last few drops into her mouth before taking one last look at the trees and the resting sun before standing up and heading inside, taking the mug with her.
Y'know, this almost makes it worth it. She chuckled to herself, before putting her mug in the sink and heading to her bedroom to retire for the night.
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Silver Butcher
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563017
| 1 |
Fluttershy,Ocellus,Smolder,Spike,Starlight Glimmer,Anthro,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex
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A little change
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Upon finding a wishing stone and not being able to stop himself from eating it, Spike makes a rushed wish and accidentally turns himself into a Queen Changeling, and must now live with the consequences of one stupid moment
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incomplete
| 39 | 4 |
<p>Upon finding a wishing stone and not being able to stop himself from eating it, Spike makes a rushed wish and accidentally turns himself into a Queen Changeling, and must now live with the consequences of one stupid moment, now being passable as Queen Chrysalis Twin, Spike hides out in the caves he made the wish in and quickly had to deal with raising a hive of famished changelings that all want nothing more than to make him proud.</p><p><span class="spoiler">There is no actual Sex in this story; the tag is there because Sex is made abundantly clear to exist later in the story and is mentioned to happen off-screen, but no actual sex (if enough people really want it, then I'll consider making a mature re-release of this story when it ends since I don't plan for it to be all that long) <br/><s>Also, I'm just gonna say this here because I'm not sure where else I can say it, I hate that I can only have five character tags; I wish the limit were ten or something</s> you know what on second thought five is a perfect round number</span></p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T08:13:26+00:00
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2024-08-15T19:19:48+00:00
| 864 |
The dim trickling sound of water forming stalagmites and stalactites echoed throughout the gem-filled caves; the dim light of a head lantern filled the dark void that typically coated the cave as Spike used a pick axe to dig up gems. He could have been finished with the task a long while before this point, but despite his best efforts, he hadn't been able to even begin filling the cart until his stomach was empty. A constant roadblock in his life was his inability to be patient when it came to his stomach.
Spike had agreed to gather a few gems for Rarity, who was on her way to Manehattan for business for the next few days. Spike liked to imagine she was actually doing business and, as Rainbow had delicately put it, not doing her new favorite client. Despite his best attempts, Spike had found that Rarity's preferences seemed to change; any time Spike managed to get close to what she was looking for in a colt, it would abruptly change.
Spike was just about to finish his haul and return them to Rarity's boutique but decided to test the now barren wall he had been working on to see if it might have any special finds he could take with him; he struck once, twice, thrice. After a few strikes, he became determined to find something and spent what might have been hours searching for a treat before finally pulling his pick out of the wall and seeing a shimmering glow in the small tunnel he had dug.
Spike tossed his pick behind him toward his cart and dug with his claws to extract the gem. To his surprise, it was one he had seen in a book but never in person; the gem's color changed every few seconds, starting from the bottom and working its way up; the change happened so fast that it was constantly shifting between three different colors, making it quite the trippy sight.
As far as Spike could remember, the gem in his hand had many names, the blandest one being the Rainbow gem and the more extravagant one being the Wishing stone, rumored to be ancient fossilized magic that could grant wishes to whoever held it, each wish causing the rock to deteriorate, ultimately turning it into nothing.
Sure, he could have tested its rumored powers, but it was a gem, and he was a hungry Spike. He had barely grasped what he was holding before his tongue had snatched it into his maw. He cracked it in his teeth, and just in case it was real, he made a rushed wish before he destroyed it. Thinking back to Rarity's ever-changing desires, he decided it was the best he could think of on the spot and made his rushed wish just in case it might work.
"I wish I had the power to change in an instant," His mouth began glowing as he swallowed the magic rock, and his skin felt funny; his funny feeling quickly spread to the rest of his body, and in that instant, he tried to step back, in doing that he was granted the harsh reality that he no longer had feet, he had hooves.
"What the Fu-" Spike's swear was cut off, both by him hitting the ground and the silent realization that the words that had come out hadn't been in his voice. "Oh," a familiar female voice spoke out, "Oh shit," Spike looked at his hands and saw the black-clawed hand that was very much not his hand but the hand of a pre-reformed Changling.
"Oh Shit," Spike repeated the swear several times in a panic at the realization that his stupid panicked wish probably wouldn't stand as an excuse that he totally wasn't Chrysalis even though he sounded and probably looked just like her now.
"I better not be a lady," He realized as he checked just that; despite having a lady-like figure, he was still male, although he realized that might have just been his new Changling powers lying to him to make himself feel better. "I'll accept it and try not to ever think about being a lady," He decided; his clothes hung loose on him, and having once seen Thorax changing his outfit using his powers, Spike did his best to give himself clothes, a wrap-around his chest and a basic skirt was the best he could do and he decided not to push it as he got to his hooves and looked around.
"I can't go home," He realized as he thought about all the ways it would go wrong; since he now lived in Canterlot and was only visiting Ponyville at Rarity's request, he doubted he could get past the changing security around the castle, much less make it to the train station or even enter Ponyville.
Much like any rational creature would, Spike did the only thing there was to do: flop to the ground, roll up into the fetal position, and rock back and forth in panic. After a nice long panic attack, Spike did his best to get to his new hooves and stumble to his cart, all his hard work being for nothing, but even as a Changling, he was still Spike. His tongue immediately snatched a Gem, and as soon as it did so, his teeth warped, and he felt his stomach Shift inside him. The small gem shot past his lips, and he crunched down on it without any real effort, his body having changed from a normal changing to one that could eat and process gems since his every natural instance had been honed for doing just that.
As soon as Spike ate one Gem, he flew into a frenzy of stress eating, his massive haul being reduced to barely half a wagon's worth within just a few minutes.
"Oh, that helps," He sighed as his stomach gurgled in appreciation at being filled; it was weird; he felt like he had two stomaches, but he chalked it up as his body changing to allow him to overeat without hurting himself and he tossed his pick into the wagon before pulling it deeper into the cave system, Diamond Dogs had once called the caves home, but after an incident with Rarity they had all packed up and migrated far into the uncharted west to avoid as much contact with ponies as possible. Spike pulled his wagon down the cave system; when his headlamp went out, his eyes adjusted to see in the dark as though it was broad daylight, and he tossed the lamp aside before continuing into the cave system.
Soon, he found a tunnel carved out with claw marks; he ventured down it and, after several twists and turns, found what he had been looking for; if one thing was true for all creatures, it was they all needed to drink, and Diamond Dogs were known to make their territories with artificially crafted streams. While the water was less than crystal clear, it wasn't stagnant, and that was all Spike needed for the moment; Spike set his wagon in a dip in the wall that had probably once been a Diamond Dog's bed.
Spike focused on giving his hand filter fins and dipped them into the water; after some trial and error, he got a little bit of muck-free water and sipped it down, not having enough to gulp it down, as soon as he did so, however, the thing he had mistaken as a second stomach began forcing it's way up his throat.
It was far too large to spit up, and if he had been anything other than a changing, he probably would have choked out on it; that he was a changing, and his neck and lower jaw basically just ripped apart to let him spit the object out before returning to their original place.
His first thought was how horrifying he had probably looked during those few moments; his thoughts quickly turned to the thing he had spat up; it was a large webby sack of some kind After inspecting, Spike was left with the simple thought that all the leftover magic from the wishing stone had found a way to be used inside his body, being used to fulfill the primary function of any proper Queen Changling.
"Stupid Rock," Spike angrily declared as he held the Egg sack in his hands, "I didn't ask to be a fucking mother!"
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Silver Butcher
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563017
| 2 |
Fluttershy,Ocellus,Smolder,Spike,Starlight Glimmer,Anthro,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex
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A little change
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Upon finding a wishing stone and not being able to stop himself from eating it, Spike makes a rushed wish and accidentally turns himself into a Queen Changeling, and must now live with the consequences of one stupid moment
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incomplete
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<p>Upon finding a wishing stone and not being able to stop himself from eating it, Spike makes a rushed wish and accidentally turns himself into a Queen Changeling, and must now live with the consequences of one stupid moment, now being passable as Queen Chrysalis Twin, Spike hides out in the caves he made the wish in and quickly had to deal with raising a hive of famished changelings that all want nothing more than to make him proud.</p><p><span class="spoiler">There is no actual Sex in this story; the tag is there because Sex is made abundantly clear to exist later in the story and is mentioned to happen off-screen, but no actual sex (if enough people really want it, then I'll consider making a mature re-release of this story when it ends since I don't plan for it to be all that long) <br/><s>Also, I'm just gonna say this here because I'm not sure where else I can say it, I hate that I can only have five character tags; I wish the limit were ten or something</s> you know what on second thought five is a perfect round number</span></p>
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teen
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2024-08-15T19:18:17+00:00
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2024-08-15T19:18:16+00:00
| 435 |
Spike sat next to the underwater stream, irritable, chewing on a chunk of Saphire. He had placed the egg sack down in one of the bed holes the Diamond dogs had left behind; after trying to get it to stick in place, he had started producing a sticky web-like substance and proceeded to wrap it around the egg sack to keep it from falling over.
With nothing else to do, Spike sat next to the stream, hoping the egg sack was a dud, as being a mama would make his situation infinitely more problematic as it was highly likely they would require love to eat and would instinctively reject his Gem workaround.
Spike chose not to think about it and began playing with his wings to try and take his mind off his problems. The clear membranes of his wings were interesting to look at. Once he got the hang of moving them around, he easily integrated his pre-existing knowledge of flying into them and was able to scavenge around the old Diamond dog beds that went up to the top of the large cavern he had found the waterway in, easily plundering more than a few gems, he noticed most all of them where Topaz and figured that Diamond Dogs had pinned them as the least valuable of their collections since they had been the most abundant ones to be left behind.
Spike dumped them into the pile, eating several of them as he did so, and went back to using his new powers to try and figure out how to filter the water; the most successful method he had yet found was also his least favorite as it required him to filter it in his mouth, leaving a less than satisfying muddy texture that he had to spit and scrap out for a while afterward.
Unwilling to deal with muddy aftertastes, Spike slowly tried to quench his thirst using his hands as a filter, dipping them slightly into the water and letting water pass through the webby parts; once his cupped hand had water in, he'd stop letting water pass through his fin's and pulled a hand full of water out, having at least gotten good enough at doing it that he was able to get a few good mouthfuls of water without any unpleasant after tastes.
Unsure what else he could even begin to do in his current situation, Spike curled up at the entrance to the Diamond Dog Bed he had placed the egg sack in and created a makeshift pillow and blanket out of a non-sticky version of the webby material he had used to secure the egg sack.
"Good Night," He told the empty area, already missing his basket; even if it was small, at least it had been in a fortified castle instead of deep in the unknown depths of a cave system that could easily hold many dangerous creatures, Spike didn't swiftly drift off to sleep, his dreams far from pleasant when he finally did.
Spike's absence didn't go unnoticed by the residents of Ponyville; he had been set up to spend the night at Fluttershy's cottage, and in turn, Fluttershy had been quick to whip herself into a panic when he failed to arrive within an hour, that panic only gaining steam when one hour turned into several, and several hours turned into the entire night.
Now fully freaking out, Fluttershy called upon the only help available to her; Rarity was in Manehattan, Applejack was in Applelossa with her family for an apple themes festival, Rainbow Dash was busy with Scootaloo in Clouddale training her for her Wonderbolts entrance exam, Pinkie Pie was on a cruise with the Cakes, her husband and her daughter, and while Twilight was always available, that was the equivalence of throwing fire at a fire to try and put it out.
So Fluttershy opened the door on the only pony available to lend her aid in searching for Spike.
"Did you check to make sure he didn't just head out on the train?" Starlight asked after Fluttershy filled her in on what had happened, "He might have just forgotten he was supposed to spend the night and just bit the bullet to head back home,"
"I checked with the train staff at the two-hour mark; they said no dragons got on or off at the Ponyville station or the Canterlot station, and since then, they've tracked all dragons who have, and none of them were Spike,"
"He might have eaten himself into a food coma," Starlight chuckled, "You know how he gets with gems; the doof won't hesitate to make himself sick ten times out of ten when gems are involved, and there are more than a few cave systems not all to far from Ponyville that have been known to produce some top shelf gems, any idea where he went?"
"I don't know where he went exactly," Fluttershy informed Starlight awkwardly, "He just said it was a hot spot for Diamond Dogs a few years back, but it's been a while since that happened, so I don't fully remember where it happened,"
"Give me an hour," Starlight decided, "I should be able to get more than a few students and staff members of the school to help in this rescue; it could be a good friendship exercise,"
"I'll go with you," Fluttershy decided, "Me sitting here being worried all day won't help my nerves; I can help, even if only a little,"
Spike slept less than peacefully on the ground; the stones were cold, and his blanket and pillow had an odd texture about them, the longer he slept on the ground, the more he felt like something was crawling around and biting him.
Having never fully fallen asleep during the night, Spike didn't have to deal with that half-dazed state and realize he wasn't dreaming. Instead, he had to deal with the realization that something was, in fact, crawling on him and biting him.
Spike held up his arm and saw three or four larval changelings with their teeth buried deep into his arms. The instincts that came with his new body were just about the only things that kept him from swatting them off in a panic, as his instincts instead told him this was just how things went and to go back to sleep.
He went against his instincts; even with all the biting, his sucky bedtime accessories were what bothered him more. He got up carefully, counting twelve larval channelings, nine in total on both arms, one on his leg, he could feel one on his neck and one firmly grasping his right ear.
He watched as they firmly kept themselves in place, sucking up vital energy from their mother into themselves; as far as Spike could remember from visiting Thorax, this wasn't a normal Changling thing, but the Changelings he had seen with babies were the new Changelings. Since the new Changelings didn't have a larval state, so he imagined this was simply a result of him being obsolete in comparison. Since his hive consisted of himself and twelve babies, he doubted sharing his love would do much to help that since their collective love was inferior to a generations-old hive with enough members to fill their own country.
Having no frame of reference for how Queen Changeling sustained their children, especially their first batch of children, Spike just let them keep biting him as he began eating gems to keep his energy up. It became clear within what felt like an hour or two that his new babies were growing fast, going from fitting in the palm of his hand to being the size of foals within that time. They didn't quite look to be growing right, and Spike pondered if the Wishing stone might not have had enough magic to fully fertilize the egg or if this was just something that happened with the first batch and all other eggs would take longer to mature.
"Hey there," Spike had to hold up the one of his ear as it started getting to big for his ear to support it alone, unwilling to forcefully make it unlatch, as that might result in it not relatching. "I kind of suck with names, so you'll just have to name yourselves if you don't want to all be named Joe, but that's a problem for when you're all grown up, so let's give it an hour or two, I guess," Spike lay on his back as the latched babies began growing too big from him to keep moving his arm, he took care to make sure one of his necks wasn't squashed beneath him and just waited for them to let go.
Soon, he felt the pressure of their growing teeth, which eventually pulled out of his arms, his leg, his neck, and finally his ear. Once free of their bites, he got back into a sitting position and found twelve female changelings, all without so much as the slightest marking to differentiate themselves from each other. Something he wasn't entirely sure what to pin on; it could have been the result of them being his first brood or the result of them being created using his genes and pure magic that had resulted in them all being nothing more than lesser biological clones of himself.
They were noticeably smaller than most changelings he had seen in the past; even the ones standing up to their full height were barely pushing the five-foot mark; being a mother, Spike decided on their first lesson. Modesty and why they needed to cover their shame.
"Hello, Children," Spike called out; as soon as he spoke, they all hurriedly gathered around him; instead of sitting at a respectable distance, they glomped onto him, each seemingly determined to touch him at least a little. "I want all of you to copy my clothes," Spike demanded; he expected to have to go step by step to explain exactly what that entailed, but all twelve effortlessly did as they were told, their tops and bottoms covered just as he was covered, all of them stared at him with expectant eyes. "Alright, good, that was all for the moment. Go...exist, and don't drown yourselves. I'd make me feel bad," Spike sat still as his children chose to exist exactly where they already were.
When Spike tried to lay back down, several of them seemed insistent that they were now his bed, and soon Spike was forcefully pulled down by his children onto a bed made of them; once he was lying down, they all snuggled against him, to their credit they made a far better blanket and pillow then his previous attempts and having been drained of his energy to fast forward their development Spike was quick to give into them and fell asleep in their embrace within the first minute of them forming his new bed.
Fluttershy and Starlight looked out at the several members of the school of friendship that had been selected to assist in the hunt for Spike. It had taken longer than they would have liked. Still, after putting in the request, just about every student and staff member had jumped at the opportunity, some wanting to help, some wanting to use it as an extra credit opportunity, some mistaking it as some test, and others still simply wanting to get out of class for the day.
In the end, Starlight picked out only Ocelous and Smolder as their search team and asked the others to keep an eye and ear out. Starlight hand-picked Sunburst as the emergency man in the event something dangerous was in the caves and had trapped Spike and, in turn, trapped the search team. Sunburst was to report to Twilight if the team failed to return within six hours.
Sunburst wished them a safe journey, and after managing to convince Trixie she was needed at the school for moral reasons, Starlight headed the search party towards the area Rarity had once taken her out to gem hunt with Spike; the group arrived and set up shop on the surface, having several possible tunnels to look through.
"So, How are we doing this?" Smolder questioned as she looked at the brought map Sweetie Belle had managed to provide the search team; cause from the looks of it, we've got three tunnels to look down, not including all the extended paths and whatnot,"
"You and Ocellus will make up one team, me and Fluttershy the other," Starlight decided, "Since Ocellus and I can both teleport, in the event you end up lost in the tunnels or find Spike in a sticky situation, you can just teleport back here without having the navigate your way back out,"
"We have six hours," Ocellus noted, "So we should search individually for roughly three hours and then join back up to search the third if Spike isn't in one of the first two; if that fails, then we return with Princess Twilight and a much larger team and begin combing over the cave system to the best of our abilities,"
Fluttershy handed Smolder a bag as Ocellus and Starlight used a few spells to make sure they could contact one another in the event Spike was found so they could call the other if one of them lost track of time. Smolder fit herself with a handy head lantern, a canteen full of warm tea, and more than enough snacks.
"make sure to save some for Spike," Fluttershy cautioned.
"Yeah," Smolder said to make sure Fluttershy knew she'd heard her, "That mook probably caved the roof in trying to get a good haul,"
"I'm sure he's fine," Fluttershy attempted to consol the situation, and Smolder, in turn, laughed.
"If the cave did collapse on top of him, he'd just enter a hibernation state and sleep till he gets unburied. I had an uncle who went missing for a few hundred years and came home after an earthquake made him resurface; don't go worrying about Spike; dragons are tough and stupid, more so than any cave-dwelling creature that might be calling this place home now,"
"Alright," Starlight called out as Fluttershy equipped herself with her Head lantern, "We'll take the entrance in the hill; you two go in through the one with a Tree covering it, and don't forget to call us if you come across Spike or anything that might have dragged him off," The two teams broke apart and moved to the two entrances to begin the search.
Feeling snug as a bug in a rug, Spike was finally able to get some proper rest and, not too long after, jolt awake when the weight of what was happening properly hit his fully awake mind.
"Oh crap," Spike made to get up, and once his new children moved out of bed formation, he took note that only six children had stayed at his side to keep him comfy; the other six seemed completely absent from the cave. "Hm, guess I wasn't up to par with their standards," Not exactly bonded with the fully grown children he had spat out a few hours ago, he wasn't about to hold it against them for abandoning a mother that had thus far in their short life only lazed about eating and sleeping.
Spike made his way to the water and began finger filtering the water, his children for their part; they seemed far less bothered by the only flavor of water they'd ever had and went to town slurping up the water straight from its source; they did copy what Spike had done on his first attempt and spit out the copious amounts of sediment that were mixed in with the water, but none seemed bothered by the flavor.
"You lot pick names for yourselves yet?" Spike asked, not expecting a response and more just speaking to try and remain sane in the situation, "Cause if not, I'm naming you all Joe,"
"What's a Joe?" Spike almost had a heart attack when one of his daughters spoke to him in response to the statement.
"Oh my stars," Spike took several deep breaths, "You can already talk? Who taught you to do that? Did I? I don't think I did," none of his present daughters seemed to understand the questions. Instead, they went back to drinking their fill of water. However, he did note some seemed concerned with his manner of drinking; a few tried copying him, and while he could tell from their expressions they liked the taste of dirtless water better, they still chose to mouth filter; he assumed their motive was efficiency over pleasure.
"So I was kind of out of it when you all hatched," Spike noted, "But there were twelve of you, right?" He hadn't taught them to speak, and they still could, so he banked on them, knowing what twelve meant.
"The scavengers are hunting," one of his daughters informed him. Spike found that response less soothing than he figured his daughters thought it would.
"hunting what exactly?" One of them seemed satiated on thirst and pointed behind Spike; he followed the provided directions and found himself looking at his gem pile; his wagon was gone, and the pile had one leftover to nearly triple what he had brought with him originally. Spike let out a relieved sigh, having been panicking that his new children were invading Ponyville to siphon off their love; the fact that his desire to eat gems had been so deep-rooted of a desire that his children had adapted it as their food source was a relief to him.
Spike happily partook of the pile, planning to eat his fill; he was just about to fill himself up when one of his daughters bit him again, just like they had in their larval state. Spike could feel them sucking up the energy he had converted the gems to and came to the proper realization that his children, despite having rapidly matured for a reason outside his realm of understanding, were probably incapable of digesting his chosen food source and were instead relying on Spike to process them into nutrition, as he thought the six present where already lining up for their time to eat.
Despite being bitten with fangs that would make a vampire jealous, the bites didn't seem to be causing him anything resembling pain; chalking that fact up to his body just naturally providing for the young it had created, Spike went back to filling his face, his children siphoning his nutrients coming with the bonus of his belly remaining only partially filled throughout his feast for several dozen times longer than it otherwise would have, letting him eat the equivalent of roughly five meals before the present young seemed satisfied and began buzzing around the walls.
"If the six that left are the scavenger Changelings, then the six still present must be the hive guards; I wonder if they take shifts or if they're genetically pre-destined for their roles?"
Now interested in how his children conducted themselves, Spike waited for the six to return, pondering if they would go back out or stick around; he at least felt it was wise to assume they would line up for their feeding time.
Spike watched as the six still inside the hive began creating the same web-like substance he had from their hands and started smearing it all along the walls; at first, it looked more like them making a mess for mess's sake. Still, it quickly turned into a home renovation project when, after two opposing spots were coated in the webs, his children began making a little bridge to connect the two walls, only to make him more curious about their end goal.
Spike was so caught up in watching the seemingly pointless wall bridge construction that he failed to notice his other children return until they dumped his wagon over, throwing more gems into the pile.
Spike took his place by the gems and began eating as his children lined up behind him and began eating their fill; he noticed that one of the ones who had stayed home and already eaten snuck into the line when he ended up feeding seven kids instead of six but couldn't really tell them apart so just let it slide for the time being.
Spike watched as the six who had returned flew up and joined in on the creation of webbing as the other six all flocked around the wagon and fought over who got to pull it. Spike assumed it had been decided while he was asleep that the wagon puller didn't have to dig up the gems.
"I'll pull the Wagon," Spike decided, to the shock of his children as he got up and took the lead, "Better than laying around and waiting to die of boredom," He expected his brood to be against the idea, instead, they seemed beyond excited at the idea of him joining them; Spike wished the ones staying inside the hive now luck on construction and reminded them to stay hydrated before leaving them to their work and leading the expedition into the caves.
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Reddling Rain
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563019
| 1 |
Original Character,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Dark,Drama,Sad,Fallout,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore,Suicide / Self Harm
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Self Harm Pony
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A Fallout Equestria filly that is almost a mare is looking for her cutie mark. She finds it.
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complete
| 6 | 12 |
<p>Arc is a pony that is an indentured servant at South Stable City, often called just "Stable City" in their area. While her brother is a citizen she relies on him for rights and slaves away much of her life, and is almost a mare. She has yet to find her cutie mark and spends most of her time doing drugs when not at work (which offers her a lot of free time). <br/>She discovers her cutie mark.</p><br/><p>Dedicated to victims of Self-harm and Hatter.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T11:20:13+00:00
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2024-08-07T11:20:13+00:00
| 120 |
I hate it when they talk to me.
A filly just shy of being a mare sat on a destroyed mattress outside of Stable City. She had hidden it from the horrors of the wasteland not saved by the gardens of Equestria, existing, technically, outside of Equestrian lands. sand billowed in the desert below as she stared down at the crags, reminding her of the last thing she heard when talking with her co-workering ponies.
Go cut yourself. You are useless, you are a waste of food, you are a waste of space, and you are a waste of life. Go cry to your brother and have him arrest me, you won't, stupid quiet bitch. Everyone wants you dead White Arc, even your friends. They just pretend to like you. Make sure you cut vertical when you do so you actually die, slut.
White Arc had not said anything. But when there was a chance for a break she put up her papers and stepped out, using a path she knew to get down from the walls and gate and head to her hiding place. Chems were not allowed within Stable city, but that had never stopped her from getting high. Indeed, it had actually helped her get high by flying under the radar. Right now she had a match in her levitation, using it to light the end of some paper and watching it begin to smoke before putting it up to her maw and taking a deep drag off of it. The sting of thick smoke and the choking feeling of not having enough air left her nostrils as she gave a little cough. She had never, quite, gotten used to that feeling. White Arc looked down at the crags around her mattress. She had arranged some of these in pleasing shapes that hid supplies she kept here. water, non perishable munchies food, and inside the mattress, more chems than a raider army could survive.
Sometimes I think about killing myself but Goddess Littlepip would not like that. I wonder if I did kill myself, would I see her?
White Arc said nothing and glared at the ground as she took out a half dose of psycho. She liked to space out the two doses so that she could get high and as she began to come down, she could inject the second vial. There was something pleasing about extending the pain, the horrible pain of losing control, but only just so much as to make sure it hurts.
Maybe they know about my stash? No, I'd be arrested. They just hate me. But they aren't wrong, extending the harm...
White Arc looked down at her Stable-Tec S-17 uniform. the sleeves went all the way down... maybe....
Looking sideways White Arc dug under the mattress for a straight razor she knew was there. pulling out a bottle of Maritime Bay Rum, she ran some over the razor, shining it to a sheen on a dusty but clean part of her mattress. Once clean, she rolled up her sleeve, looking downwards before dropping the razor.
No, what the fuck am I doing? This is absolutely insane. Would Goddess Littlepip hurt herself?
"Oh," but White Arc felt her mind speak back. "Oh but she did hurt herself. for her friends. For the world. She was wounded for it's inequities, and she she took it with bravery. Even when nopony cared if she did so. Even when nopony loved her if she did so. Especially when nopony loved her. She fought for what was right. and it would feel so right to-"
White Arc looked down at the razor in the sand of the desert scattered on the crag rocks she sat in. No. No. NO NO NO!
"Did Goddess Littlepip say no to fighting the darkness of her time? You must bleed if you are to be a hero like her. a lesbian like her. To know what she knows. To be as she is. Take it. Take your razor."
As if compelled, White Arc fumbled and got more of the Maritime Bay Rum and ran it over the razor until it was totally clean, pulling up her left forehoof sleeve with her mouth and holding it back as she put the razor into her hoof, using levitation to hold it and her hoof to balance it.
Just like when stallions made fun of fillies first estrus. Bleed, bitch, bleed.
White Arc did not instantly draw the blade across her hoof. She fought back against the voice, against her entire body quivering. It would be so easy to let that red line appear, let it run over her soft white coat, let it soak into her white fur, drip onto her black and white tail. Let the world run with crimson and scarlet.
I do not want to hurt myself.
White arc fought against the voice as she stared at her foreleg. She knew she would not do it. She could not do it. She would never do this. She needed her chems. She needed her Goddess Littlepip. She was such a big fan of her that she would-
"Oh mother bucker you thrice damned goddess scarred desert blasted-" White Arc began to use words after this unbecoming of a filly, and as much as she tried to recall later what she said, the words escaped her recollection. Suffice to say, she knew it hurt. the wound cut deep and was dripping onto the mattress, staining it in blood as she began to panic. she looked around at her psycho and found some bandages but stopped, realizing she needed to clean the wound first. Grabbing the Maritime Bay Rum, she poured some out onto her wound.
A few rocks fell down the crags as a pony's scream rent the airwaves, disturbing the desolation with the fulfilled anticipation of agony from the immolation of the flesh. White Arc chanted horrible curses unbecoming of a mare to herself as she bandaged the wound, crying as tears joined the blood stains as she saw red ooze through bandages, wrapping them tighter and thicker as she held her forehoof, her weeping open and bare to the wastes below.
"Need to make it stop-" White Arc told herself, scrounging around for medicine and then holding back. What was the point of hurting yourself if you didn't have scars to show it? White Arc slowed, looking back at her other hooves. Yes, she'd show them. She would show them all.
White Arc held the Straight razor aloft, looking at her side. Yes. There was so much crimson and scarlet to be spilt. So much pain to be had. She was in love with the pain, it was how she felt when ponies hit her! She loved being hit, she loved other ponies! She loved the feeling of slicing and ripping and tearing and feeling firewater run over her wounds!
eeerraagha!
White Arc grabbed the straight razor and turned almost like a dog and struck at her flank, cutting a wound so deep that she saw blood spurt out and hit the wall, as if an artery had been hit. at the same time light hit her eyes and she dropped the razor, blinded by the light hitting it and by her flank. There was what felt like a shockwave over her body, and suddenly, it was as if nothing had happened. White Arc sat up and looked at herself. In place of her wound was no blood, not a single cut at all. There was a long red gash running downward, from the tip of where her buttocks started down almost the knee of her leg. next to it was what looked like a scythe, but was actually an opened straight razor, showing a red mark that looked like a long, deep gash.
If that had happened I'd be dead...
White Arc stared at the mark, as it began to set in what had happened. She was alive. and she had her cutie mark. it looked just like her foreleg had before she had rendered it asunder.
"I survived." White Arc collapsed, still feeling stinging agony from her forehoof and staring between it and her cutie mark. "I HAVE MY CUTIE MARK!"
White Arc jumped up in joy, grabbing the psycho and injecting before taking the Maritime Bay rum and finishing the bottle by downing it all in one go before collapsing on the mattress, laughing to herself in happiness. but as she stopped laughing the pain set back in, the agony of her life was back. she had only a short few moments she could carry in her self inflicted pain back to her life. A limited happiness that allowed her to continue with her life.
"Every time I leave." White Arc pledged allowed to herself, looking down at her foreleg. "I will give myself a reason to live. For Goddess Littlepip! For lesbianism-- whatever that is, and for Equestria!"
White Arc levitated up her straight razor, beaming at it and thinking about all the new memories they had to make together. She had never felt so happy. She had also never felt so drunk before, but that was beside the point in her mind. Taking out all the chems she had, she popped three mint-als, looking at an even more special drug. "Eccelerate your life!"
White Arc injected the E-Xell into herself, beaming as she fell over and felt her luck stat rise. She was so lucky she had only one chem addiction she didn't even know about. but the E-Xell faded very fast, and she felt her luck seem to vanish entirely. The zero luck mare looked out at the wastes and tuckered her chems back into the mattress. It was time to go back to work. At least now she had two fun things for her life. A cutie mark to make sure she was no longer bullied, and a scar to give her pain all day and remind her of what true freedom was like.
Even as a glorified slave, White Arc was now a free mare. Nopony would ever take that away from her. She carried her head high, feeling the warmth she associated with Goddess Littlepip wash over her as she trotted straight past the guards, not even bothering to hide as she returned to her post. She didn't care if they knew she had left her post. She was a free pony. She was free to harm herself. She was free to be herself. She was free to love her goddess Littlepip. She was a free mare, working her dead end job as a slave in a society that would never accept her.
But no matter what they did, nopony would ever truly take away her freedom. She gave a smile as she sorted some paperwork, smudging the ink just a tiny bit. Good. The ink reminded her of her blood, running freely.
Running like a free mare in her substances and self harm from her horrific life in Equestria after the Fallout, with no heros to save these ponies.
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Baroque
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563023
| 1 |
Anon,Flurry Heart,Spike,Thorax,Trixie,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Interlopers
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A group of multiversal travellers have fun by interrupting historical events!
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>A magical homunculus, a renegade princess, an ex-mercenary, a dethroned emperor, and an inventor discovered a device that lets them travel to other realities. After a minor malfunction, they're permanently blocked from re-entering their home.</p><p>Constantly travelling through the infinite interconnected web of alternate worlds can get a little boring sometimes. So why not have a little fun?</p><p>I suppose 'fun' can be rather subjective, though.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-08T09:15:01+00:00
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2024-08-09T08:08:14+00:00
| 145 |
"Well shit. We're at the invasion again, aren't we?" Anonymous muttered as he sighed and rubbed his forehead. The question mark on the green-skinned suited biped's face became more angular to express his exasperation.
Trixie nodded, "Seems like it. I'll deal with Tempest; you go get some food from the stands or something." she said as she lazily twirled around a staff in her magic. It was custom built from chimera bones, with the head being modeled after her own cutie mark. It was an efficient weapon that has served her well for many years.
"Oh! Oh! Can I join?" Flurry Heart waved her hoof excitedly, the alicorn was always so eager to get into trouble.
A black, chitinous, hole-ridden hoof tapped her from the side, "You've already had your fun last jump, little princess. I think it's my time to show these fools the might of the true ruler of the changelings!" Thorax proclaimed. The tall, lanky royal changeling's antlers glowed a bright turquoise alongside the three gems embedded into his chest, his dark blue elytra parted and revealed tattered gossamer wings, and his lower jaw parted into two as his voice got louder.
Flurry crossed her forehooves and huffed, "Fine. But I get the soldiers!"
"You can do that after we get some food. Hopefully they got some gems around here." Spike said as he tinkered with a device strapped to his arm. The large dragon's body was covered by various mechanical brass devices that were attached to him with leather straps. The goggles on his eyes were flicking between five different lenses as he worked.
Anon nodded and corrected his tie, "C'mon, let's-"
"Hold it right there!" somepony shouted, causing the five to look break away from their conversation, "And what's this supposed to be? Surprise backup?"
"Um, we don't know who they are..." Twilight commented from the background.
The five saw Commander Tempest Shadow looking at them mockingly from the ramp of her airship. Apparently, they manifested into this reality just as Tempest introduced herself to the princesses.
She looked at Flurry Heart, "Another one? Heh, looks like it's my lucky day."
Anon held up a hand, "Look, everybody, we're here to uh..." he thought for a moment, "Y'know what? Yeah! We are here to help!" he nudged Spike's forearm, "Ain't that right, buddy?"
Spike only rolled his eyes, "Again? Really?" he muttered.
Anon held his arms apart in a grandiose manner, "Fillies and gentlecolts, I'd like to introduce you all to The Interlopers! The most badass group of assholes on this side of the multiverse!" he announced proudly.
The other four could only sigh in exasperation at his antics. In all honesty, they should've expected this, Anon had been complaining and whining for the last three jumps. It was only a matter of time before the looney homunculus would start to try and change the timeline out of sheer boredom and curiosity.
Anon pointed a thumb to himself, "I'm Anonymous, the crazy guy of the group. But you can just call me Anon! I don't take shit from nobody! Not even Sunbutt or Moonbutt over there! I literaly can't die, and I'm still fucking scared of dying!" he exclaimed. The nicknames given to the co-rulers caused the surrounding ponies to whisper among themselves, while Tempest and Grubber snorted in amusement.
He pointed to Spike, "This is Spike, the brains of the group. Not to be mistaken with the little guy over there," he pointed towards the baby dragon in the crowd, "This big guy is an inventor who makes all sorts of these weird machine stuff. You wouldn't fucking believe the kind of shit he can put together with a hunk of scrap!"
Twilight's eyes widened, "Spike?" she muttered and looked between the brass-clad dragon and her number one assistant.
He moved on towards the royal changeling, "And this is Emperor Thorax. Well, ex-emperor, but who cares?" he felt Thorax glaring at him, "This tall motherfucker is basically the most powerful changeling alive. Dude can turn into a tatzlwurm without even breaking a sweat! He's not like that pansy eyesore over at the badlands, if you mess with him, you could lose your fucking arm." he said before he took a glance at the ex-monarch, who was proudly smiling and showing off his two sets of fangs and canines.
Starlight and Trixie were shocked. While the changeling does resemble their friend, he seemed to look and act a lot more like Chrysalis.
Anon continued to the alicorn of the group, "And this here is Flurry Heart, the rogue princess. She got bored ruling over a country of babies, so now she's a badass ass-kicking alicorn who doesn't give two fucks about authority. Also, she accepts art commissions, no NSFW art though."
Cadance gasped and covered her mouth. She couldn't imagine her daughter ever ending up like that. Just leaving your citizens to fend for themselves and travelling with questionable company was simply unimaginable to her.
"And last but not least, we have Trixie Lulamoon, legendary bounty hunter of the Badlands. The most skilled unicorn in combat magic, like, ever. And she's super tall! I mean look at her, she's as tall as Luna over here!" Anon proclaimed as he pointed a thumb at the lunar princess. Trixie just rolled her eyes and continued to twirl around her staff.
Starlight kept looking between her friend and the doppelganger, "Trixie? A bounty hunter?" she muttered.
Anon then pointed towards the bored-looking commander, the question mark on his face now an exclamation mark, "And we're here to kick your ass!"
Tempest gave them a smirk, "Charming." she continued down the ramp, "Here's the deal. I need your magic. Give it up nicely, please, or we make it difficult for everyone!"
"And why should we cower before you? There's one of you and hundreds of us." Luna said resolutely.
Tempest chuckled, "I was hoping you'd choose 'difficult'."
Suddenly, the entire area was ambushed by armored storm creatures, they came in from airships that revealed themselves from the dark storm cloud, from the cliffside of the structure the ponies were on, and from Tempest's own airship.
Anon turned to Flurry with a smile and gave a nod, which was all she needed to know before casting a massive golden bubble around the entire city of Canterlot. Any storm creature caught inside the bubble immediately froze in position. Many of them tried squirming their way out but to no avail. The princesses and element bearers were able to usher the ponies to safer areas.
Tempest scowled, "Alright, neat trick. Let's see you handle one of these" she said as she jumped into the air and spun around to kick a black orb towards Princess Luna, who had her back turned.
Thorax flapped his wings once and dashed into the trajectory of the magical projectile. He proceeded to catch it with his mouth just as Luna turned around. He looked back at Tempest with a cruel smile and crushed the magical orb in his mouth, which caused it to shatter into pieces with a small green explosion. Wisps of green energy travelled down into the three light turquoise gems on his chest, "Ah, the very same material used to build my once beautiful throne." he commented.
This action caught Tempest so off-guard that she didn't notice Trixie sneaking up behind her and casting a magic-denial charm on her. She swiftly turned around to deliver a jab at the taller mare only for Trixie to catch it with her own hoof and cast a deep sleep spell to neutralize her. The world became blurry and eventually everything went black for Tempest. Trixie simply dropped her and summoned ethereal chains to bind the commander.
Anon clapped his hands as Spike finished up wrangling the petrified storm soldiers and airships with a gravity manipulator on his metallic armband, "Alright! Good work, everybody! Let's get some food, give 'em intel on the Storm King and Hippogriffia, and do another jump!"
"Anonymous, was it?" he heard a voice call out to him.
Anon turned around to see four princesses and massive group of ponies cheering at him and his friends. The other four joined up with the proudly smiling homunculus to get it all over with sooner.
Anon scratched his bald head, two smaller question marks appear on either side of the larger one, "Uh, yeah. That's me."
Celestia nodded, "We would like to thank you and your companions for giving us aid during such turmoil. I am certain that if the five of you weren't present, we would have likely struggled in handling such an ambush."
Anon nodded, "Oh yeah, in a lot of alternate worlds, Tempest over there actually manages to take over Canterlot for the Storm King." he reached into his suit and pulled out a scroll, "Here ya go, some info on the Storm King, his whereabouts, and info regarding to Hippogriffia."
Celestia accepted the scroll in her magic, "Alternate worlds?"
Spike took the chance to speak up, "Yeah, so, we're from this alternate version of Equestria where everything happened differently. You know how I'm Spike, and he's" he pointed towards the small dragon beside Twilight, "also Spike, but an adult and engineer. And then there's Flurry Heart, who's still a baby here, Trixie's a magician and not a bounty hunter, and Thorax wasn't a despot but rather Chrysalis. Anon's a wildcard most of the time. It's weird how common these differences are, but that's just how it is.
"Before you ask how, we met each other on some backwater town after getting punched in the face by reality, met a godly entity who gave us a device to travel to other alternate worlds, got lost navigating, got banned from returning home, and now we're just moving from world to world because staying in one for too long gets boring. Oh, and did I mention we're immortal because of that thing?"
"I see... so now that you've finished your job and given us the information we require to take care of the rest, you're planning on leaving?" Luna asked, trying to wrap her head around Spike's explanation.
Anon nodded, "Yup, we just need to get some food..." he saw Flurry levitating a massive ball of snacks beside her, "Ah, looks like we're good to go!"
Spike clicked a button on is armband and opened a portal behind them.
Anon looked back at the assorted ponies, "Adios!" he said before jumping through.
Spike looked towards his counterpart, "Stay strong, buddy!" he yelled before running through.
Thorax gave the crowd a sly smirk, "Send my regards to King Thorax and that harlot Chrysalis, will you?" he told Starlight before walking into the portal.
Flurry Heart waved at Cadance and Twilight, "Bye mom! Bye auntie!" she exclaimed as she flew into the portal.
Trixie turned to Starlight and her counterpart before giving them a wink, "Bye." she muttered as she too entered the portal.
The portal closed and the ponies began to disperse. Throughout all of this Rainbow Dash could only say one thing,
"WHAT THE HAY JUST HAPPENED?!"
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Richer19
|
563025
| 1 |
Alphabittle,Argyle Starshine,Mane 5,Sad,Slice of Life,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: A New Generation
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Honor the Past
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A story of rememberence
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complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Today is an important holiday for Equestira. On this day they celebrate their victory over a race ruled by warmongers and evil. However as the years go by and the story gets retold; sometimes the narritave changes but the meaning remains the same.<br/>A story to submit for the Equestria at War 2024 Contenst that you can find <a href="/group/212917/folder/83073/2024-contest-folder" rel="nofollow">here</a>. This story is set before the start of Gen 5 when the tribes were still seperate.</p>
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everyone
|
2024-08-07T14:42:21+00:00
|
2024-08-07T14:42:21+00:00
| 157 |
Sunny always enjoyed spending the day with her dad. When she wasn’t busy working as a smoothie delivery pony or spending time with her best friend Hitch, the new deputy of Maretime Bay, she would spend the rest of her free time in her father’s study reading up on all she could about ancient Equestria and the reign of Princess Twilight Sparkle. So many wonders that she could only imagine, like pegasus flying in the air and unicorns lifting objects with her magic. Oh, just to have a pegasus or a unicorn friend would be so much fun! Even if the rest of the town would freak out.
However, today was different. When she came back from her job, she found her dad holding a worn out book and bundling himself up with a scarf. Blinking a bit in surprise, she asked: “Where are you off to?”
Argyle looked back over at his daughter and gave her a soft smile before replying: “Do you happen to know what today is pumpkin?”
Sunny tilted her head and looked up at the ceiling of the old lighthouse. Her mind went through all of the memories of important dates that school and her dad had taught her. Nothing stood out to her so she shook her head. Argyle smiled and made his way towards the front door, passing her and opening the door before turning his head and saying: “It's VC Day, or Victory over the Changelings Day.” He paused for a moment to add: “I do believe your teachers were just finished up on the Great War in Equestria and today is to celebrate our victory in that war.” He patted the book that he was carrying as he continued: “And I wanted to visit some heroes of Equestria in celebration and to pay my respects.” He paused for a moment before adding: “Would you like to join me Sunny?”
Sunny, excited about meeting some heroes just like Twilight and her friends bounced on her hooves and replied: “Yes Yes Yes I would so love to see them!”
Smiling, Argyle pointed to a scarf that was hanging nearby and said: “Then go on and get your scarf. It is a bit of a walk outside of the town.”
Sunny, always happy to spend time with her dad, was quick to grab her scarf and wrap it around her neck. All set for the trip, the duo leave the house and make their way down the well worn path. Halfway towards the town, Argyle made a right turn and started to head towards the nearby forest with Sunny following along beside him. As the two were walking side by side, she looked up at her Dad and asked: “So what is VC day anyway?”
Argyle smiled and replied back: “It is a very important day in Ancient Equestria.”
Sunny interjected: “Important to Princess Twilight Sparkle?”
He shook his head. “The day was celebrated before Twilight rose to rule all of Equestria.”
“Wow, that must be very important if it existed before Princess Twilight Sparkle. How come I never heard of it before?”
“It is because to many ponies it brings up some bad memories.”
“Why would it bring up bad memories if it's a holiday?” Sunny asked, feeling a bit confused.
“Because,” Argyle replied as he moved a slightly larger branch off the side of the old dirt road so the two of them could easily walk along, “It was a time of great struggle and loss. A time of sacrifice and a time that Friendship and Harmony almost died. However,” he paused as the two exited the forest and Sunny let out a gasp, “it was a time of heroes.”
In front of Sunny was a large clearing that went on for several miles in all directions. A few hills dotted the clearing, breaking up the terrain a bit and providing a rolling field experience. To Sunny’s surprise the entire clearing was filled with hundreds and hundreds of stone tablets sticking in the ground. Even from a distance, she could see a number of them look broken or covered in moss.
“What is all this Dad?” Sunny asked as she moved her head slowly from left to right.
“This, my Sunny bunny,” He replied, “is a graveyard your mother and I discovered during one of our trips to study Equestria in the past.”
“Is this a graveyard for those who lost their lives in the Great War?” Sunny asked.
Argyle couldn’t help but smile as he rubbed her mane. “Starting to put the pieces together huh. You are correct. Given what old records your mother and I could find in Maretime Bay and what gravestones were still intact; we think all of these ponies served in the same company.”
“There are so many of them.”
“That they are my little one and each one of them has a story to tell,” Argyle replied as he made his way amongst the graves. Sunny was quick to follow him as she took a closer look at the gravestones. A lot of them she could see were worn out by the ravages of time and negligence as they were either half crumbled or even fully gone, leaving only a small piece of stone to mark where they had once been. The few that were still in an okay state had a shape that looked like a hoof planted on the bottom and an almost illegible wall of text above it. Probably the name of the grave and their years marking their birth and death.
Eventually Argyle stopped in front of one grave and pulled out the book he was carrying. Sunny moved next to him and saw that this grave managed to survive a bit better than the others. Reading it to herself, it said:
“Corporal Fiji Apple. 22nd Infantry Born 992 Died 1017”
“Here we go,” Argyle said “Corporal Fiji was taking part in an offensive where his squad was to attack a reinforce position on the outskirts of the city of Varkas when mustard gas was deployed. Without protection he ended up choking and dying.” Taking his eyes from the book; he looked back at the grave stone. “Not a fun way to go out there was it? You showed a lot of bravery in standing your ground under that kind of situation.”
Sunny wasn’t so sure about that. To her it didn’t sound like the heroic tales that her mother and father would tell her as a kid. To her it sounded like he didn’t do all that much of anything at all. Still she kept that comment to herself as the pair moved on to another grave stone. This one was in a similar state of disrepair as the first though the words and numbers were too faded out that she could read it.
“Medic Clean Wounds Born 991 Died 1016”
“Ah, this pony was very brave,” Argyle said after he finished looking up that information in that small book. “According to the records that I was able to get; they were one of the medics that took part in the Spring Offensive of 1016 that pushed the changelings out of Equestria. She died when an artillery shell landed in the medical center that she was working in.”
Sunny looked at the grave stone and her face was a mix of confusion before she asked: “Hey Dad. I know you said that she was a hero like the last stallion but they don’t sound all that heroic to me.”
Argyle looked at his daughter with a bit of confusion also on his face as he asked: “What makes you say that?”
“Well…” She paused as she looked at all of the broken gravestones. “So far these sound like ponies who were called to fight in a war and then just didn’t do anything that was heroic. It doesn’t sound like the history we were taught where General Applejack held the line against a Changeling counter attack or how General Pinkie Pie led a massive artillery and air strike to take out Vesalipolis’ defenses which paved the way for her capturing the capital. Those sound like heroes to me.”
Argyle nodded his head. “I can see your point, but let me ask you something Sunny.. If the Changelings were to attack again do you think you would take up arms and fight them?”
Sunny looked down at the ground and pondered the question. The Great War was such a well talked about topic at school these days and all of her classmates were talking about how they would be the ones who would totally storm Vesalipolis and take out the evil queen and be a great hero just like the famous Generals Applejack and Pinkie Pie. However, she didn’t feel all that confident within herself. She couldn’t imagine having to hold up a rifle and take the life of another, especially a changeling. Their textbooks always talked about how evil they were. How they were just power hungry monsters that were jealous of Equestria and wanted it all for themselves.Yet Sunny remembered her parents telling her that history is complicated and you find that oftentimes it is written by the winners of a war. Considering the great divide Equestria was experiencing with Pegasus and Unicorns no longer around and hated on for having magic while the Earth ponies suffered with no magic beyond the tech they were able to build.
She looked back up at her dad and said, “I don’t know,” with as much honesty in her voice as she could muster.
Argyle nodded his head and his gaze swept around all of the grave stones as he said: “You know if I was to ask that same question to all of those buried here, I think I would get a similar answer.” He turned back to face his daughter. “We don’t know what we would do when faced with a threat as terrible as war. Yet these ponies did and they did so willingly because they believed in something greater than themselves. History always teaches about the famous generals and statesponies who rose up to make the tough decisions but we also must not forget the ponies who risked their lives every day to fight for Equestria and Harmony.” He turned to look back at the grave of Clear Wounds. “I’m sure she was working as hard as she could to save as many lives as she could and no doubt she did just that. Still, we don’t know what her life was like before the war. After all she wasn’t a celebrity, but I imagine for her community and any family she left behind she was considered a hero.”
Sunny took a look around the various gravestones and she started to really see how many ponies gave their lives in the Great War. Her teacher always told her about the hundred of thousands of lives that were lost during the conflict but the number was so large that she couldn’t wrap her head around it. Standing here now though, she started to realize that all of these thousands were each a pony maybe like her and her dad. Just simple ponies who ended up in a conflict that they were scared of but still did their duty. Without realizing it, a small tear started to form on her cheek when fell onto the ground. Letting out a sniff, she said: “I think it just hit me how many lives were truly lost.”
“Yes,” Argyle replied as he wrapped his legs around her and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Many lives were lost on both sides of the war. Such is the nature of conflict. Yet without heroes like those resting here; we wouldn’t be standing here right now to honor and remember them by.” He pulled back to look at her face. “It is why I come out here on VC Day to honor the ones I can find records of and pay respects to all those who I can’t.”
Sunny smiled and nodded her head as she rested herself against her father’s chest and looked out at the many graves that dotted the hillside. Looking up at her father, she asked: “Can you tell me about any more heroes?”
Argyle chuckled and started to recount what ponies he was able to find as he pointed to the grave they were buried at. The cool autumn breeze flowed in the air as father and daughter spent quality time among heroes of the old Equestria.
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Richer19
|
563025
| 2 |
Alphabittle,Argyle Starshine,Mane 5,Sad,Slice of Life,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: A New Generation
|
Honor the Past
|
A story of rememberence
|
complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Today is an important holiday for Equestira. On this day they celebrate their victory over a race ruled by warmongers and evil. However as the years go by and the story gets retold; sometimes the narritave changes but the meaning remains the same.<br/>A story to submit for the Equestria at War 2024 Contenst that you can find <a href="/group/212917/folder/83073/2024-contest-folder" rel="nofollow">here</a>. This story is set before the start of Gen 5 when the tribes were still seperate.</p>
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everyone
|
2024-08-08T18:44:23+00:00
|
2024-08-08T18:44:23+00:00
| 104 |
High in the main tower of Zephyr Heights Castle, the youngest princess Pipp was sitting in front of her dresser mirror with a soft scowl on her face. Her eyes are doing their best to focus on the many high end beauty products laid out in front of her; most of them brought from designer brands but two of them being her own creation that she was still doing some testing on before she released it out to the public. Yet she found all of these products worthless as she stared at herself in the mirror and hoped she could set the dress she was wearing on fire with her gaze.
The dress wasn’t that hideous to her honest opinion but it was just so…ancient. The dress was made out of older materials of cotton rather than the lace and silks that she was more accustomed to wearing. The collar itched around her neck a bit and she could feel it tight around her hips despite the fitters doing their best. The color was also a single monotone color of purple that conflicted with her pink coat. It was also a color that was so out of season that she imagined the original designer of this outfit was some kind of hack. She swore if she ever found out the identity of this so-called “R” she would have words with them.
A knock sounded at her door and she turned her head to see her older sister walking in. A smile as wide as her wings on her face as she said “Are you ready to go Sis. The ceremony is starting in a couple of minutes and mom told me to fetch you.”
Pipp took a moment to look at the uniform Zipp was wearing. Unlike her dress, her sister instead was wearing a blue yellow flight suit with a brown jacket that was, according to the historians, made of a material that helped protect pilots from the cold temperatures when they were in their planes. The flight suit was something that, according to their tutors, was worn by only the elite of pilots. True Aces whose kill counts would go beyond a dozen. Pipp could tell that her sister was enjoying the attire which came with a few imitation medals that were pinned to the jacket which overall completed her look of a venerable flying ace.
Bringing herself back to the moment, she let out a huff as she looked back at the mirror “No I’m not Zipp. I don’t know why mother insists on me wearing such a gaudy outfit that is uncomfortable but she even confiscated my phone!” She looked back at Zipp “How am I supposed to connect with my growing fan base without it.”
Zipp rolled her eyes and replied “You know there will be plenty of cameras during the ceremony like they were last y
ear.”
“Yeah but it is different. Those cameras never capture my good side and if I have to be wearing this dress then I want to at least be able to show off my good side.”
Zipp rolled her eyes and chuckled at her sister’s antics. This always happened ever since she became an influencer and streamer a few years ago. Her status as royalty did help at first but it was her natural charm and her heart that connected with her fans that really caused her viewership to rise until she was considered the top influencer in all of Zephyr Heights. Now her streams and videos were played on the various billboards and any brands that she endorsed or even so much as mentioned would see a major boost in their profits. For many ponies all that success and fame would go to their head yet Zipp could see that her sister still managed to keep a level head on her shoulders even if she would get frustrated when something happened and she didn’t have her phone with her to record or stream it.
Shaking her head, Zipp turned around and made her way back to the door to Pipp’s bedroom and said “Come on Sis. The sooner we finish the ceremony; the sooner you can get out of that dress and get your phone back.”
The mention of her phone being returned to her was enough to invigorate her. She turned back to the mirror and with speed born from experience; she quickly applied some foundation followed by a touch of make up. Not too much to make her unsightly but enough to enhance her natural beauty and charm. After all, if she was to play the role of the high class pegasus nobility from Ancient Equestria she must look the part. Once finished, she hopped off of her chair and made her way to where Zipp was with all the grace and poise she could bring as a Princess. Zipp couldn’t help but smile and chuckle to herself as she pushed the door aside and gave a teasing bow saying “After you my lady.”
Pipp giggled and playfully smacked her sister on the shoulder before she replied “Oh come on ‘Commander’ Zipp. We have a ceremony to attend.”
The two sisters made their way around the castle, passing by guards and servants as they went about their day. Today, on VC Day, their shifts were on a reduced schedule so that everyone could have some time to spend with family and to pay respects to the brave Pegasus of the past who claimed total victory over the threat of the Changelings. All of them were wearing a red poppy as part of their uniform or added as a necklace around their necks. Zipp and Pipp got many well wishes and comments about their outfit from those around them as they finally reached the main hall that connected to the outside of the castle. It was there that their mother, Queen Haven, was waiting for them.
Unlike the two sisters, the queen was dressed in the finest dress among the many that she keeps in her wardrobe. Her mane was done up with a bun with her crown being used to help keep it all together. She looked over at her two daughters and let out a soft coo of delight as she said “Aww look at my adorable little commander and princess. All dressed up and looking their best.” She clears her throat a bit as a few of the guards quietly chuckle to themselves before she added “Now then, the ceremony is going to be taking place at the Tomb of Flyers and everyone in Zephyr Heights is going to be watching so be on your best behavior.”
“We will Mom.” Zipp replied without any of her normal cocky attitude or even the undertone of disdain she would have when she was made to attend a royal event. Perhaps she was taking the role of commander a bit too much in her head. It wasn’t that big of a surprise though as when they were younger; Zipp was always fascinated by the tales of the elite Wonderbolts Squadron which were a group of fighters who as Zipp put it ‘kicked so much bug flanks that they must have taken out half of the Changeling Air Wings on their own.’ Pipp didn’t quite believe that to be true and her tutors would say that there was evidence that the squadron played a vital role in the Great War; it probably wasn’t as grand as Princess Zipp made it out to be. Still it was probably the only point in Ancient Equestria that Zipp was really into.
The royal family turned and formed up in a line with the Queen in the middle with Zipp on her right as first Heir to the crown and Pipp on her left as the second Heir. The three royals in sync got into a more elegant and regal pose before they started to walk towards their carriage that would take them to the ceremony. Their honor guards formed up a step behind them with spears and unloaded Starlight rifles although all of them were just replicas. The carriage was ornate in design and Zipp had to suppress her urge to gag a bit as looked at it. She knew that as a princess she was supposed to be seen riding in one of these and not say an airship or even one of those large planes that Pegasus paratroopers would use to flank behind the changelings. Queen Haven was the first to step in followed by Zipp and then Pipp which at that point the door was closed. The guards gave a signal and started to form up around the carriage and once they were all in place it started to move.
In the privacy of the carriage and starting to hear her mother talking about how good her sister looked in that silly dress; Zipp turned her mind inwards and peered out the window. In her mind she could see herself there in the skies above Equestria; riding inside her own Spitfire Mk.IX. Guns firing as she shoots down plane after plane as her squadmates would be engaging in their own dogfits. Her landing with hardly a scratch on her plane as the Commander awards her another medal for bravery. She would be a hero for all of Equestria showing off the skill and pride of the Pegasus race.
Pipp, after finishing her conversation, looked out the window and saw all of the pegasus lining up on the streets cheering as the carriage passed them by. Her mind was thinking about how this would be a good chance to get a video for some content for her growing platform if she had her phone. She regretted not being able to come up with a new song in celebration for the event but all of the songs they had from back then were so military focused that she couldn’t think of any way to remix them. She did wonder what it must have been like to live in such a time if that was the only kind of music which talked about honor, victory and defeating the enemy over and over. Such somber music to say the least.
Eventually the carriage stopped and the royals waited until the music that was playing outside stopped. One of the guards came over, a pony named Zoom is Pipp recalled, and opened the door. Pipp could see a red carpet running from where their carriage parked up to the monument. Along either side was some dividing rope and the crowd to make sure they couldn’t get close to them. Unlike the cheering from before the mood got more subdued as the three got out of the carriage and waited. Another guard, this one named Thunder Flap, brought over a large reef made of white roses and artificial poppies. He gives the reef to the queen before stepping back to the side. That being done, the Zephyr Heights Anthem started to play, a rising and falling melody with no words to it but always gave Pipp a sense of flying and one that was shared by the others. She took a quick glance at one of the billboards and saw the cameras were focused on her and her family before she turned back to look at the monument.
The three royals started walking towards it. The monument was a large stone structure that, according to her teachers, was created when Zephyr Heights was founded to honor the sacrifice of the Pegasus during the Great war. It was made of smooth marble brought up from inside of the mountain and shaped into a pair of wings that were attached to a rectangle in the shape of a casket. The casket was positioned on a raised platform with steps leading up to it. Normally it would take a pony a couple of seconds to go from the base to where the casket was but in this ceremony it took the royals a full minute to do so.
When they got closer, Pipp noticed that some of the names that were etched on the casket, which were the names of heroes of the Great War, were rubbed out. She once asked about it when she was younger to both her mother and her teachers but neither could offer an answer that wasn’t just the passing of time. It didn’t make much sense to her since some of the other names like Surprise and Fleetfoot were still very much readable. She did see that one of the names was an “M.P” but the rest of the letters were worn out.
Queen Haven, in a royal stoic that was a sharp contrast to her usual personality, carefully placed the reef down in front of the casket. The three ponies stepped back and gave a salute with their wings which the crowd followed. A few guards holding rifles lifted them up in the air and started to fire blanks as the song finished its climax and started to wind down.
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Richer19
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563025
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Alphabittle,Argyle Starshine,Mane 5,Sad,Slice of Life,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: A New Generation
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Honor the Past
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A story of rememberence
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complete
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<p>Today is an important holiday for Equestira. On this day they celebrate their victory over a race ruled by warmongers and evil. However as the years go by and the story gets retold; sometimes the narritave changes but the meaning remains the same.<br/>A story to submit for the Equestria at War 2024 Contenst that you can find <a href="/group/212917/folder/83073/2024-contest-folder" rel="nofollow">here</a>. This story is set before the start of Gen 5 when the tribes were still seperate.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-14T15:29:10+00:00
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2024-08-14T15:29:10+00:00
| 65 |
The dim hum of the music broke up the quiet atmosphere of his tea room. Alphabittle enjoyed the calmness of it all even if it did cause old memories to bubble in the back of his mind. He ignored those memories and did his best to not stare at the picture that was under his counter as he cleaned off a tea cup and looked around his establishment. As more or less the de facto leader of Bridlewood, he found that his time was either spent dealing with problems in the community or running his store. Neither of which allowed him a lot of free time to himself so any chance he got to let himself relax he did.
He took a look at the clock and nodded to himself before calling out “Alright go on and turn it on.” Dapple, one of the regular players here at the room nodded his head and moved to turn on an old gramaphone. Soon the room started to fill with the sound of an old time jazz tune as the patrons settled in with their tea. To Alphabittle’s eyes, it looked like everypony here just aged twenty years right in front of him and a small chuckle escaped from his lips.
It only lasted for a minute or so before the ringing bell of the front door alerted him to another guest. To his mild surprise, the pony entering was the resident arts and crafts designer herself who likes to live on the outskirts of the town. Smiling a bit, he lifted up an empty tea cup and said “Welcome Izzy. Care for a spot of black tea to go with your new look.”
Izzy was wearing an attire that was quite different to her usual bubbly self. She was wearing some sort of black dress that covered her entire body. Only her legs and head were exposed as she made her way towards the counter. Her mane wasn’t the normal messy poof that he had come to know but actually more maintained and done up in a ponytail that still had some poofness going for it.
Once she reached the counter, she propped herself up and leaned on it before saying “I’ll take a cup of the house special tonight.” Her normally cherry voice was subdued tonight and that made Alphabittle think that she must have something on her mind. As his father told him the first thing on being a bartender was knowing your customer so he quickly poured a glass of black tea with a hint of lemon and a dash of sugar before placing the cup in front of Izzy.
Izzy smiled as she lifted the cup with her hooves and took a small sip. The warm black liquid ran down her throat and caused a warm sensation to flow from her chest. Letting out a relaxing sigh, she reaches into her dress and pulls out a few small crystals; the medium that Bridlewood uses for goods and services. The three small blue crystals landed on the counter with a small ping sound that was overshadowed by the music. Looking back up at Alphabittle as she listened to the music; she asked: “So you're playing this because of the date?”
He nodded his head and started to wipe down his counter “Aye. It's VC Day after all. A very special day for us Unicorns as we used our” He paused for a moment and looked around the room to see if anyone was listening to them “ ‘that’ to defeat the Changelings and restore peace to Equestria.”
Izzy, knowing full well what word Alphabittle wasn’t saying because of the stigma around it, nodded her head and replied: “Didn’t your great great grandfather fought in the war?”
Alphabittle nodded in response “That he did. He was one of the officers serving underneath a very talented but…odd unicorn.”
Izzy took a sip of her tea “Odd like me?” She giggled and spoke in a teasing tone.
He shook his head “Different odd. If I remember the stories that my father told me that he heard from his father and so on; this unicorn tended to wear clothes made of a strange material, would walk on their hind hooves from time to time and would constantly be writing in a journal.” He let out a soft hum before adding “But her…’skill’ was considered legendary and my great grandfather gossiped with his co-workers that she might have been a Princess.”
Izzy chuckled a bit before saying “A Princess really? You know those don’t really exist do you.” He let out a soft chuckle in response and Izzy found herself staring back at her half empty cup of tea as she said “Still it would be nice to talk to some pony outside of Bridlewood.”
Alphabittle watched as the unicorn reached into a hidden pocket in her dress and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he looked down to see a crude drawing of an Earth pony, a Pegasus and a Unicorn. The paper itself was a bit worn most likely due to age but the words were still readable as it said “You have friends in Maretime Bay.”
Looking back at Izzy he asked: “You actually believe in this?”
Izzy took a sip and said “I want to with all my heart. I found it not too long after my parents passed away. I was feeling really alone during that time. This little letter made me believe that there are others out there just like me and I guess on this day I was feeling a bit of longing.”
“Do you actually believe that those other races want to be your friends? After all they still have their you know what when we lost ours. Who is to say that Earth ponies won’t make you work on their farms or the Pegasus would throw you into a colosseum.”
“I don’t know for sure.” Izzy replied as she rubbed her hoof along the paper and seeing the smiling faces on the drawings.”However there is one thing that I have come to realize today.” She takes a small breath and sips on her tea again. Seeing that her cup was love, Alphabittle went and poured her some more which she gave a small thanks before continuing “I don’t think the Great War was won by only Unicorns. I’ve went to just about every pony in Bridlewood to hear their stories including yours and they all share the same theme. A Unicorn or a group of Unicorns coming together and using ‘that’ to say destroy the entire Changeling Air Force out of the sky or drain several rivers so they could flank the enemy.” She chuckled, “Shoot one of them said that it was a unicorn who summoned a giant dragon from the sky to breath fire on the capital of the Changelings.”
Alphabittle gave a hard look at the young unicorn and said “You are lucky I like you Izzy. A fair number of unicorns I know would be offended and insulted that you would be implying our race wasn’t the reason we won that war.”
“That is the thing though.” She replied back “We were a reason we won the war. Just not the only reason. I found some old books that talked about how Unicorns would use our ‘M word’ to assist the rest of the army. The books made it sound like the war brought Earth Ponies, Unicorns, and Pegasus all together to fight a common threat.”
The larger unicorn chuckled, “I can’t see myself fighting side by side with an Earth Pony or a Pegasus.”
“It was a different time. A time of great sacrifices and heroes.” Izzy finished up her tea and leaned against the counter as the music started to fade from the gramophone. One of the unicorns quickly flipped the disk and a new track started to play as Izzy glanced at the ceiling. “Those stories and that message I got when I was a filly convinced me that nothing will change unless somepony makes the first move.”
He looked at her with a hard gaze.” You aren’t thinking of leaving are you.”
“I am but not right now. I’m not ready to make a journey without knowing more about what is out there.” She pushes the tea cup back to the stallion who took it and moved to place it in the sink to start washing it. “I plan on spending a few years studying as much as I can about the forest and plotting out my journey before I set out. Either I’ll make friends or not.”
Alphabittle could hear the conviction that came from her words as his eyes glanced over at the old photo of his daughter. He could remember how curious she was when she started to become aware of the world around her. Always asking questions and wanting to know the reason why things were. He looked up at Izzy and for a moment he didn’t see a unicorn with a purple coat and blue curly mane but a blue unicorn with a messy green mane. It made his heart almost stop for a bit though the moment he blinked the unicorn in front of him was back to their usual colors.
Chuckling a bit, a small part of him felt her confidence and belief in her ideals. Reaching over, he ruffled her mane a bit and said “Well if you do happen to make some friends; make sure to invite them over. I would be interested in seeing how well they can play Prance Prance Revolution.”
Izzy giggled a bit before she hopped off the stool and said “Happy VC Day.” He watched as she made her way out of the tea room just as the last song started to play.
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Incandesca
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563034
| 1 |
Adagio Dazzle,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Drama,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Death,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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Ask Me To Promise
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Sunset and Twilight are engaged, marriage just around the corner. They were still young.
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complete
| 19 | 1 |
<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:06:44+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:06:44+00:00
| 171 |
Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum.
People say it goes more like bah-dum. It's never been that way for Sunset. She doesn't know if they're wrong, she's not hearing it right, or hearing it different.
She smiles, and rolls over in bed. It doesn't really matter. But she likes to think about strange things in quiet times.
Mornings with her are quiet times. It's not always the case, but she usually wakes up before she does.
It didn't used to be that way. Sunset used to have sleeping problems, consistently throughout her entire life. Even as a kid.
Insomnia worsened with age. It got particularly bad in her first three years at CHS. Better, once she fixed herself.
With Twilight, insomnia might as well not exist.
She's the closest thing to glue Sunset has ever gotten. She's comfortable with Sunset sharing and showing off the broken pieces of her, then helping her put them back in place. The cracks still show, and she gets new ones every week. But Twilight helps.
She always helps. Even when she doesn't. Because her being there is enough.
Stifling a yawn, Sunset shifts under the covers. Twilight lays on her back, ponytail still up, glasses to the side. Sunset considers nabbing them off the desk but decides not to.
She sweeps a leg over Twilight's, entangling yellow with purple. An arm follows suit, hugging the soft curve of her belly. It doesn't take much to scoot over, until their bodies press together.
Warm. Content. Peaceful. Twilight turns out the ever-present static in Sunset's head, and allows her to live.
Twilight wakes up. Slowly, but inevitably. She makes the cutest noises, squeaks and whines as she stretches in place, instinctually knowing Sunset holds her before she consciously realizes. Sunset knows by the way Twilight twists herself left, and wraps an arm around Sunset for a brief but meaningful half-hug.
"Hey you," she yawns.
Sunset reels her in. The big spoon makes itself small and clustered. "Hey."
"What time is it?"
Sunset asks her phone to answer. It buzzes somewhere on the bed, muffled under the sheets. She has to stop leaving it there at night.
"Late," she says.
"Again?"
Sunset buries her face in Twilight's neck. Nips. Kisses. Breathes and smells the bare skin.
"It's Saturday. The planner doesn't come until tomorrow."
"But-"
Sunset bites. Twilight gasps with a shudder, then melts. Lilac pool in Sunset's arms.
"Sunday, hon. We can worry about it on Sunday." She squeezes tight. "Now, lemme keep you for a lil' longer."
Twilight wiggles. "For you?"
She pivots, and they touch lips. "You can keep me forever."
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Incandesca
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563034
| 2 |
Adagio Dazzle,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Drama,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Death,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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Ask Me To Promise
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Sunset and Twilight are engaged, marriage just around the corner. They were still young.
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complete
| 19 | 1 |
<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:07:10+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:07:10+00:00
| 160 |
She strides with purpose. Canterlot City's cool wind flits across her face like a paintbrush, whipping her hair in a frenzy. Full plastic bags rustle on her shoulder.
She grins.
Ceremony stuff in those things. Still hard to believe this was happening.
Five years ago, they graduated highschool. Three years, started dating. Last year, got their Bachelor's.
And proposed.
They have jobs now. Twilight works as a librarian. Soon, she'll start up in uni again for her PhD. She has a flood of recommendation letters and scholarships at her back and she'll use them, although her parents could pay it off regardless.
Sunset's thankful, in either case. It means it's not her responsibility. Working off her own tuition fees is a cunt enough, and she knows unless she hits it big she'll either be grinding it down for life, or Twilight will ask her parents to clear the debt for her.
She doesn't like the idea. It's always been hard for her to accept gifts, but she'll take it if it's offered. Turning it down would just be stupid.
Sunset quit her sushi gig a few months into class. Too much obligation on top of everything else. She got herself dual degrees, psychology and Business management. If she plays her cards right and goes for a Master's, she could open her own therapy place by thirty.
So many plans. So little time. Still so young.
Twilight hit twenty-four in February. Sunset has to wait 'til June. Not that she's complaining, twenty-four is a gross number.
Her phone buzzes in her pocket. She stops, plucks it out, sees the caller and answers with facetime.
"Hey you."
"Heeey~" Twilight walks down a street similar to hers, but with less people, fewer buildings. Trees and greenery populate the background, seven o'clock amber sunlight glittering through the leaves.
Sunset continues her stride. "What's up?"
"I just got off the phone with Rarity. She's offering to make our wedding dresses for free, and she was wondering if you'd rather have pearl or moonstone in the veils."
Pearl and moonstone? Fuck me, I forget how opulent that girl is sometimes."
Twilight laughs. Sunset's heart soars in her chest, and she wishes she was there right now so she could answer the heartstrings' tug with a face full of peppered kisses.
"Sunnybunny, this is Rarity we're talking about. She's the most extra friend we have and we're friends with Pinkie P-"
Twilight never gets to finish the sentence.
The roar comes.
The blur strikes.
The scream echoes.
Sunset freezes. Blood goes cold. "Twilight?" she calls. The phone is dark now, facing the ground. Car speeds off, sharp shallow breathing. Rubber on rock, screeching in the tinny distance.
Dry. Ragged. Gasps that rattle like bones.
"Twilight?" No answer. "Twilight? Twilight, say something!"
People are looking at her now. They don't matter. Sunset calls 911 and heaves her answers to every question. Bah-bum becomes the angry thump of overactive bass in her chest. She imagines her and Twilight's ribs crack under the pressure.
Too many questions. Stop asking what her fucking full name is or her age or her fucking address. Get her a fucking ambulance right the fuck fucking now.
Every second they waste is a second she could be dying. She wants to yell at them but doesn't. Chemicals in her blood force her to action. Answering is the quickest way. Getting angry slows them down.
She's already jogging when the call ends. They can track Twilight's GPS from her phone.
She runs, runs, runs, runs. Her hair becomes flame. She pumps her arms through the air, punching the wind with her fists. People shout and bags fall off behind her but she doesn't stop.
Sunset gets there first. Twilight's closer than she thought, should've recognized the park in the background. She always goes to the park at least once a week.
She doesn't want to see Twilight's body. She can't.
But she does. And she has to.
Crumpled. Not broken, or mangled, twisted, or brutalized, thank Sun. Adrenaline stretches a second into an hour getting to her. Time so thick she can feel it move around in waves.
She drops to her knees, hands on Twilight's shoulders. She says her name again. Her glasses aren't on her face. She can't find them on the grass or sidewalk. Her phone lies a dozen feet away, shattered in the street.
She should run and get it. What if a car runs over and it breaks?
"Twilight." She tightens her grip. Twilight doesn't react. "Twilight!"
She shakes her. She yanks on her clothes and begs and pleads and say something please say something anything I don't care and where are your glasses and why can't I find them and who did this and I'll fucking kill them and oh god your back how didn't I notice why did I have to touch it it shouldn't be bent that way get up please please get up I love you so much I love you I love you you'll be okay I'll be okay we'll be okay and we're going to marry next week and we're going to adopt three adorable girls and we'll be the best moms ever but you have to get up so we can do that-
She feels her lips move. Fast. Words shoot out of them in her voice. It's all underwater.
Everything aches. Her throat closes. Heat and salt pour down her face.
"Twilight," she croaks. "C'mon, baby. You're fine. You have to be."
Twilight doesn't move.
Her chest doesn't rise or fall.
Sunset looks for a heartbeat. She looks for the bah-bum.
It isn't there.
Her scream morphs into the wailing sirens.
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Incandesca
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563034
| 3 |
Adagio Dazzle,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Drama,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Death,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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Ask Me To Promise
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Sunset and Twilight are engaged, marriage just around the corner. They were still young.
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complete
| 19 | 1 |
<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:07:40+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:07:40+00:00
| 158 |
It was supposed to be their wedding.
Instead, it's her funeral.
Twilight's father helps his wife off the podium. She's bawling. He takes them into the funeral home, and the door clicks silently behind them.
Sunset goes next, but Twilight's mom said she wanted to be there for everyone's speech. So the priest comes, and talks, and they wait.
She stares dead ahead, separate from the others. Her friends are there. Of course they are. But she doesn't want to be near them right now.
She doesn't want to be near anyone.
Twilight from Equestria isn't there either, for obvious reasons. She offered her condolences to Sunset through the journal.
It wasn't fair, but Sunset hated her for it. She just wrote her back a thank you, as equally hollow and meaningless as every time she offered it to every dipshit that gave her the same fucking line.
'I'm so sorry.' 'That must be so hard.' 'I'm here if you need me'.
Fuck you. Who the fuck were they to think she'd ever need them?
She needed Twilight. And Twilight was dead.
They talked once or twice about death. What they'd do with their bodies when they died. Sunset wanted them to be buried together, in the ground. Plant a sapling or flowers over their grave. Start something beautiful with their end.
Otherwise, Sunset considered cremation. Twilight posited donating her body to science.
She never did make up her mind.
In the end, it came down to her parents. They went with closed casket, standard burial. They could have gone open, but Sunset didn't want to see her. They didn't either.
The first time was enough. The morgue was worse.
No human body should be so cold.
Sunset shivers in the warm August air. She wants there to be rain. She thinks there should be.
She thinks it should be cold. She thinks the sky should weep for Twilight. Instead, the sun is bright in the clear blue sky, and even though they're not connected Sunset hates Celestia a little for it.
She thinks a lot of things. But she doesn't get them, and she wants to call it quits on whatever tattered remnant of strings she calls her life.
They were supposed to marry. Build something up. Have kids. Grandkids, if they were lucky. Die old not long apart, if not fortunate enough to pass at the same time.
But no. Instead? This.
How was it fair? How did anyone live through the storm of misery called life, when at any random moment it could snatch the most precious thing from your hands, and crush it in front of you? How could anyone stand for it, the injustice?
Twilight's parents return. Her mother finishes her speech, dabbing her eyes, before calling Sunset up to the pedestal. She tries to offer a smile, but it's hollow. Sunset does not return the gesture.
Her heavy black boots clunk against the steps. Anyone who didn't know Sunset might think of it as disrespectful. Fortunately, they do know her, and a part of her mind wishes they didn't, so they could pluck her out of their life like an unwanted pest and flick her into something entirely new.
She looks out on the gathered crowd. Spike curls up on Night's lap. Twilight's mother leans against his shoulder, and rubs the dog's right ear.
The girls look at her, without really looking at her. Pinkie's colors are dull, and her hair has lost its curls. It drapes over her face like a faded curtain. They've barely spoken since the event, her least of all.
"Twilight..." Sunset begins. She breathes in, and the air stabs her throat like a knife.
By a miracle, the cops tracked her killer. They had him in custody. She'd seen the pictures, some drunken oafish slob in his forties, fresh off a three-day bender.
She would kill him, if she could get away with it. Bare teeth, raw nails. She'd go for the throat, do it nice and slow.
"...Was my girlfriend. My... fiance, and the love of my life. She was the smartest, prettiest, funniest girl I've ever known, and I'll miss her every day." She chokes up. "I already do. I know everyone else will as well, because that's just the kind of person she was. Even when she was quiet, and stayed in the background not saying anything, she brightened the room just by being there. She was wonderful, and now I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Where I'm supposed to go. Who I'm supposed to be."
It goes on like that for a while. The weight of the casket bears upon her. Knowing Twilight's there.
Wanting to join her.
Crawl in. Tangle limbs. Fall asleep.
Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum.
Until her heart goes quiet, too.
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:08:04+00:00
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2024-08-07T20:19:13+00:00
| 153 |
She wakes up alone.
She moved months ago. She couldn't live in that place anymore.
She didn't take the bed with her. Wouldn't. Couldn't.
It still feels wrong. It still feels like it's their bed. Like Twilight should be sleeping on her left, groaning and rolling around in her sleep, the two of them fighting over the bedcover without consciously meaning too.
She expects that to happen. She expects to sense Twilight's presence, or hear her obnoxious snoring at three AM.
Despite the fact her mattress doesn't have the room.
She kept Twilight's things in boxes. Somehow it's worse than having them out. The boxes stare up at her instead, their taped-over, unlabeled faces mocking her whenever she sees them.
Sometimes, she pops one open. She keeps her eyes closed while she digs around, looking for nothing, feeling for everything. Each time she half expects to hear footsteps come up behind her, or Twilight's cold wet morgue hand hold hers from between the cracks.
If she did, Sunset would let Twilight pull her in.
She has nightmares about the crash.
It's usually at night, usually in bed. Sunset gets up late for a glass of water. She doesn't kiss Twilight's forehead, or tells her she loves her because she's already there, and she doesn't want to wake her up. No point, right? She'll see her again soon, she doesn't need to say it.
She half-fills her glass when the car comes in. It crashes through their bedroom, and Sunset hears more sounds in her sleep than she did awake.
The scream. The spine breaking. The thud of heavy metal deathtrap against soft, fragile flesh.
The car's windows are black. The lights glare blinding white, but she can never see into the driver's seat.
If the car doesn't crash into the kitchen, chase her into the street and run her over itself, it leaves. Sunset stands with the water clutched in her hand, calling out to Twilight. Asking if she's there.
Most times, she gets what's expected. Most times, Sunset wakes up, or she walks into the room and sees a perfect still of Twilight's body as it was that afternoon. Even in the room, she can't find her glasses.
Other times, Twilight answers, by dragging herself into the kitchen. Her gasps sound like rattling bones.
Those aren't the only nightmares haunting her these nights. Old dreams, once pesky and bothersome, morphed into ugly ghosts.
Starlight. A crush. A fling from highschool she didn't want to admit at the time meant anything. Then her Equestrian counterpart, so similar. Sunset crushed on her before Twilight but never did anything about it. She heard Starlight and Trixie from that side of the portal were married now, with twins on the way.
She hated them.
She hated that Starlight lived in her dreams. Hated she took Twilight's place. As her girlfriend, usually, one time her fianc.
Maybe she still had feelings. That was probably the case. Twilight told her so, and said the fact it bothered her so much made her less concerned about how much Sunset loved her.
She thought it was cute.
Sunset never did, because she wanted to dream about Twilight. She wanted to dream about the girlfriend, the fiance, the wife-to-be she had then and there, day to day. But at least without that, she had her when she woke up.
She doesn't anymore.
The dreams with Starlight are the same as they ever were. Except everything's different now.
And in that context, dreams become nightmares.
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:08:30+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:08:30+00:00
| 142 |
It's been a year.
It's been a year and nothing's changed.
She isn't better. She isn't over it.
Her friends get on without her. The rift seems to grow between them. Every missed call, unanswered text pushes them apart a little wider.
They were friends before Sunset. She was the one to break them up in the first place. Equestria's Twilight glued them together, tacked Sunset on, and her Twilight hitched the ride.
Natural then, that they'd fall apart.
Sunset realized, one day, that she died when Twilight did. She wants to end it, but she doesn't. Because she's weak, and afraid of what death really feels like.
Would she go to Heaven, like some of the human religions say? Hell? Tartarus? Or would she, as she suspects, simply cease to exist.
It would be peaceful, if she was conscious for it.
But she wouldn't. And so it terrifies her.
Fear isn't the only reason, anyway. After all, she did this to herself.
She hopes when she dies, if a higher power exists, that she can beat them bloody. Life has put her through so much shit, and she's just so fucking done with it all.
Sometimes, late in the evening, after one too many puffs of leaf, the anxieties roar screaming through her skull. She finds herself drifting in a haze, limbs pushing through air like jello. She finds her smallest knife, the one she and Twilight used to slice the little things when they would cook meals together.
She brings it to the bathroom, and rolls down her sleeve if she has one. She holds the blade to her skin. Sometimes, there's no pressure. Sometimes, enough to form an indent.
She never actually does the deed. Her heart races, and breathing turns sharp and shallow. Before she knows what she's doing, the knife is across the room, her face in her palms, hunched over the toilet as her cheeks become a blazing, waterlogged mess.
Why? She asks that question every day, multiple times a day.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why couldn't it be her? If anyone deserved to die, it sure as shit wasn't Twilight.
She was always the better woman. Kinder. Smarter. Whole. Not the broken stitched up disaster that was Sunset Shimmer, the failed scum of two realities.
She hates life. She hates people. She hates the world.
Most of all, she hates herself.
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:09:14+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:09:13+00:00
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"Alright class, put down your work, and let's see what we've got here."
While the teacher makes her rounds, Sunset sneaks in another few touches. It's a piece of shit, honestly. Malformed, ugly, cracked, and poorly painted.
There's an off beauty in it though. Something about the way it twists and turns, like a trained dancer. She makes little strokes with her smallest brush, tracing the curve of motion with golden paint.
Gold against lavender, she realizes. At the revelation, she swallows.
Hard.
Life was pain. It's a lesson she's learned the hardest way possible, over and over again. But in the past, primarily thanks to her own decisions.
It's why what happened back then hurt so much more. She did nothing to earn it. It wasn't even the universe spiting her, as much as her own victimhood complex wished it was.
That was the harshest truth. She wasn't special. Neither was Twilight. She just happened to be at the wrong place in the wrong time.
Still. Sunset will never forget it was her decision to have them run out that day. If she had just-
"Oh, Sunset. That's wonderful."
She looks up, meeting the teacher's gaze with her blue impenetrable own. "Oh?" She glances back down, lips thin. "I think it kinda sucks, to be honest."
"Nonsense. I think you've made fantastic progress. Do you mind if I show the class?"
Once, Sunset would've agreed in an instant. Now, she shrinks back, bunches her shoulders, and mumbles under her breath. "Yeah, sure. I guess."
She ignores the attention paid by the other students. Generally speaking, she tries not to think about them. She does her own thing, in her own corner. If others approach, she gives her answers with as few syllables as she possibly can.
It's better that way, she tells herself. She's gotten past the self-loathing for the most part, but only most. She still thinks it's better for people not to get close.
Her old friends are testament to that.
She's shaken back to reality as the statue clicks onto her desk. She thinks she sees a line of gold paint smeared out of place, and rage flashes hot in her chest before she looks again.
Imagining things. Imagining problems. Blaming other people.
It's why she's still alone.
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:09:53+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:09:52+00:00
| 128 |
It happens at a cafe.
She's sitting at a small, round table, nursing an iced tea. She wanted boba, but thinking about the food and drink she and Twilight shared hasn't gotten entirely comfortable for her yet. She manages about half the time, which is, she supposes, some form of progress.
And then, the car. The blaring horn. The screech of rubber on asphalt, swerving out of control the next block over.
She swears it's right beside her. In that moment, her body and mind are yanked back by years to the day, watching the facetime view flip to the sky as a shrieking voice calls out.
Her blood runs cold. She doesn't notice her hand is trembling, crushing the plastic in her grip until tea and ice begin to spill. Her throat closes up and she can't breathe, can't think, can't move, only shake and shudder and gasp with choking breaths for air that's fled her lungs and-
"Sunset Shimmer?"
A familiar voice grazes her ears, distant like a call from down a well. Deep, honeyed, softer than she remembers. Its hand rests on her shoulder, but retreats when Sunset nearly jumps out of her chair.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you," the voice says. Sunset tries to place it, but the overwhelming tide of adrenaline and cortazol blind her to everything outside her own inner world. "You seemed unwell. May I sit?"
Sunset's lips flap open. Words attempt to form on her tongue, but a deathly croak leaves instead.
"Hm. I'll take that as an 'I don't, for now', if you're anything like Sonata."
A woman who, in Sunset's memory, looks older than she should walks into view. The wild mane of hair nearly precedes her. She scrapes the metal-framed chair back, and plops into the seat with a chuff.
"Adagio?" Sunset whispers.
"How astute." Adagio grins, but it falls into a half-hearted pout before long. "I don't remember you having short hair."
Sunset's shrug arrives as a jerk. "I don't remember you having bags under your eyes."
Adagio looks offended, placing a palm to her chest. A breeze picks up from the east, ruffling her honeyed curls and mid-tan windbreaker. "You wound me, Sunset. Have I touched a nerve, perhaps?"
Sunset doesn't say anything. She considers standing up and storming off. Why the fuck is she letting this evil siren cunt talk to her anyway?
"Wait, don't go." Adagio's hand moves as if to stop her, but pulls back halfway through. "I wanted to speak with you. You didn't..."
"Seem well?" Sunset snaps. "Yeah. You said that. I didn't ask for your help. What plans do you have anyway, huh? Wanna fucking hypnotize me off a cliff because of your stupid fucking gem or something? Get over it! It's fucking gone! You're never getting it back and you never will and you never stood a chance because that's fucking life, it bends you over the desk and fucks you raw until you can't even stand anymore! Fucking get over yourself already, Christ!"
Sunset's face burns bright as a flame. Belatedly, she unclenches her fists, lets her chest fall. Beyond the pounding rush in her ears and the harsh, animal breathing, the silence of the tables around her is deafening.
Adagio doesn't look angry, somehow. Despite her losing her mind, screaming at the top of her lungs in the middle of a busy street.
She sits back down, face flushed with shame. She tries to cover it with her biker gloved hands, the curve of her hunched spine quaking like bristles. Shortly after, the previous chatter reasserts itself, voice by voice.
"I'm sorry," she rasps.
"I take it that wasn't meant for me."
Despite herself, Sunset manages a weak, bitter laugh. "How astute."
"You spilled your tea, by the by." Just outside Sunset's view, Adagio stretches with a groan and resounding, cracking joints. Sunset tries not to cringe. "I'm feeling rather parched. Mind if I buy us some drinks?"
Sunset shrugs. "Fuck it. Why not."
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:10:25+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:10:25+00:00
| 133 |
Today was her birthday. Twenty-eight.
Sunset basks in the afterglow, body awash in warmth and endorphins. She croons a tired, happy groan. Shifts herself to press bare skin to Adagio's.
"Am I that good, after all this time?" Adagio smirks, running tapered fingers through scarlet-gold waves. She plucks them at the edges, twisting some around her knuckles like twine.
"Dunno," Sunset yawns. She crawls deeper into the crook of Adagio's arm, finding a spot and palming it. "I've never done anything with a siren before."
With a roll of her eyes, Adagio chuckles and reaches out with her free hand. Snatching her reading glasses off the nightstand, novella following, she flicks on the light. It bathes them in soft yellow, reflecting off the sweaty dew of their bodies.
"Would you like to continue?"
"After what we just-" Sunset yawns. "After what we just did? I'm ready to go to sleep, Addy."
Adagio goes silent. Sunset stays in the quiet with her, a rising tightness in her chest making her neck and shoulders scrunch. "I-is everything-"
"Hush hush. You're fine." The book Adagio had at her side, cracked open and ready to read, shuts again. The pages thunk closed with an eerie punctuation. She goes still a moment longer. "Addy, hm?"
Sunset's voice is a whisper, shy and cowed. "Is that... okay?"
Adagio attempts to stifle a yawn of her own. It fails miserably. "Sunny honey. We've done this little bed bang and breakfast routine how many times now?"
Sunset buries her face in the crook of Adagio's neck. Instinctually she breathes in, tipping the scent of mango butter shampoo, sweat, and sensuality into her lungs. She fills herself to the brim with it, until her cup runneth over.
"I dunno. I kinda lost track after April."
"Exactly." Adagio pats her head condescendingly, like a beloved pet.
Sunset considers slapping it away, cheeks red with embarrassment, indignation, and buzzing excitement. The familiar, unwelcome sensation of guilt wriggles its worming way through her guts, and she does her best to temper it.
For a stretch, their lips do not move. Tranquility dominates the space between them - what little there is - and she realizes, after many months, she feels something she's forgotten.
Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum.
A lump bobs in her throat. She attempts to choke it down, but the effort doubles the sensation. Fists tighten around her esophagus.
"Oh, no. Don't do that." Adagio, frowning, moves to sit and brush Sunset's cheeks dry. She stops her with a palm flat on her chest, keeping her down.
"No. It's okay. I..." She swallows. Swallows. Swallows again, until she can rein herself in. "Thank you," she says, and means it amongst the most meaningful things she's ever said aloud.
"And to think this all started as a therapy session. "Either I'm a horrible counselor, or a very good one."
"Oh you're horrible alright. "Sunset grins, biting her neck. Adagio gasps and smacks the back of her head. After another happy pause, she continues. Voice back to below a whisper. "Official, then?"
Adagio pecks the top of her head, turning out the light. "If it wasn't already, I'm not certain when it will be."
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-07T19:10:45+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:10:44+00:00
| 138 |
It's always the small things in life that seemed to mean the most. The innocuous details, or beautiful banalities that captured a mind.
The pinchy face frown Adagio gets when she concentrates on a book. The way she'll cross and uncross her legs, elegant and yet agitated.
The polaroid photo she lets Sunset keep of her and Twilight in her dresser. The fact she doesn't judge, not even by the look in her eyes when Sunset mentions her.
Pulling in the sea salt breeze, listening to the sound of rolling waves, Sunset closes her eyes. She leans against Adagio's back. Tucking her arms under, she brings them up in a hook, to her front, crosses them over to embrace from behind.
"Mm." Adagio shuffles in place, cross-legged on the rocks like her. The thick, flat stones that jut up from parts of the city's coastline make for the perfect seat. "Done with your massage?"
"For now." Sunset shudders. Heart trembles. She wonders if Adagio can feel it through her blouse, or imagine the catastrophes running through her head. How easy it would be for Adagio to slip and fall however many dozens of meters to the rocky shore below. "I just want to relax."
Adagio bends her left arm backwards, elbow at an awkward angle. Finding Sunset's cheek with the palm of her hand, she cups it and strokes. "You're not already, then."
Sunset opens her eyes for the briefest second. The light of early dawn greets her, the sun's pale-gold climb in the east painting the grayish-blue ocean in dazzling colors. Muted colors, faded. No less spectacular.
She shuts her eyes again, a little harder. Jaw clenching. Forearms squeezing, until Adagio lets out a wheeze. She doesn't complain.
"It's the wedding."
Adagio takes that in for a moment. She says nothing, but continues to reassure through her physical touch. The gentle scrape of manicured, sharp, lavender nails on skin brings delighted shivers waltzing down Sunset's spine.
Her chest tightens. Her head feels too wide. The lump in her throat and pull of her muscles makes it difficult to maintain a neutral expression. She tries anyway, though it makes her mouth and lips stretch more than she wants. She always feels she must look ugly when she's upset like this, trying to speak around an open grimace.
"What if... what if it..."
Tears come. The lump bobs with force. When she does speak it arrives with shuddering breaths, bunched shoulders, and molten, saline cheeks.
"What if it happens again."
"It won't," Adagio whispers. She finds Sunset's hair now, coiling digits around the fire locks.
"You don't-"
"I know I don't know that." Sunset hardens her embrace, turning her arms and fists into an interlocked steel grip. As if it's silk, Adagio's hands ease and pry them apart with the slightest touch, taking Sunset's hands in her own. "You're correct that it could. Bad things can always happen. That doesn't mean they have to, so..."
"So?"
"Don't borrow the trouble."
Sunset breathes in, breathes out. Her intent is to relax. Her deep breaths come and go with too much force, too much speed. Crown she's bad at this.
"Take your time," Adagio says, as though she knows. She probably does. The way she can read Sunset like an open tome has long unsettled, soothed, and intrigued her. It's a strangely compelling combination.
"I can't hide anything from you," she mutters.
Adagio, yawning from the morning's fatigue, stretches her back. She does so cat-like, Sunset knows without having to look. A long, luxurious, elegant feline arch that rolls from sacrum to scapula, popping stiff joints along the way. When she does it supine, it shows off her tummy. She often does so when Sunset happens to walk by, whether on the bed or the couch, just to soak in the attention Sunset can't help but pay to her body.
"I am very old. Though, I haven't much acted it."
"Mh?" Mind off the worst of it, Sunset leans back in, placing her chin on Adagio's right shoulder. Their cheeks touch, and whatever sound either of them make travels through the flesh, vibrates the bone. "You seem a lot more mature than me."
"That maturity was learned, dearest." Their joined hands drop slowly lower, into Adagio's lap. Through the spaces between her fingers, Sunset uses hers to rub along exposed inner thigh.
"You never told me about that." Sunset grins, chortling on the last few syllables. Air pushes through her nostrils, and with their faces so close, she feels Adagio's smirk.
"There are many things I haven't told you." The smirk falls down. Adagio falls silent.
Sunset squeezes her hands, thumbs rubbing across the top. It's what she used to do with Twilight's, and it feels like cheating. She loves Adagio, just as much as she loved Twilight.
She hates that she can't move past her.
"Something wrong?" she asks.
"Sometimes I worry."
"About?"
"What you might think. I've been alive a rather long time. I've done some things you may not respect."
"Didn't you basically come to Earth in the Dark Ages?"
Adagio's response takes the form of a non-committal grunt.
"Lots of people did bad stuff back then, I doubt you were especially unique. It's not like I have the most room to judge anyway."
Adagio snorted. "The most you did was take over a highschool and make them your bitch."
"And the demon-"
"And the demon thing, yes, yes, I know."
Now, Sunset's turn comes to go quiet. She breathes in, and out, smoother and better controlled the second go-around. "Well. There's a lot I haven't told you, either."
"Even, then?"
Sunset laughs. "Probably not. I imagine you killed some people. If I did, I don't know about it, or it's tangential."
Sunset felt the question forming on Adagio's lips. 'Tangential?' She doesn't ask it. Instead she tips her chin up, in her form of a nod.
"We carry ourselves with us, no matter how far we go. For me, it's simple. I lost my power."
Sunset opens her eyes, leaning back to better look at Adagio's face and raises one quizzical brow. Adagio meets her gaze, tough and undaunted. For all the time they've been together, she doesn't recall Adagio shying away from eye contact even once.
"Your power?"
"My voice. My magic. My... past." Adagio's frown stiffens, lips thinning into a line. She squeezes Sunset's hands, a bit painfully. "I tried to hold on for so long, that piece of myself. It hurt my sisters, and so I had no choice but to grow up. I had to let it go."
"And did you?"
Adagio's shoulders hunch up for half a second. "As much as I can. They think about it less than I do."
"You still think about it then."
Adagio says nothing. Sunset hears the answer, moves close. Pressing her face between her bicep and bosom, nose and lips to pale-gold skin, like the dawn's early sun. "I'm sorry," she mumbles.
Adagio leaves behind one of Sunset's hands to massage her scalp. "And so am I, for you. But I know if she could see you, she'd be happy."
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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2024-08-07T19:11:05+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:11:05+00:00
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Time is an illusion.
It's taken her, what. Nine years to realize that?
Twilight's dead, but only in the present, only physically. She remains in the minds of those who remember. Friends, family.
Lovers.
And so long as she dwells there. So long as Sunset and her friends meet and chat, and someone brings her up because 'Twilight would totally love this' or 'She'd think you two are just adorable', she can never die.
They're different now. All of them. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, although more accurately Sunset hadn't seen them. Not until she got back on her feet, and found a purpose, the fire in her chest that pushed her to survive for the person she loved, no matter what it took.
"And do you, Sunset Shimmer, take Adagio Dazzle as your lawfully wedded wife?"
In the outdoors, they hold hands. Being in nature wasn't a question. Sunset wanted that, for her planned ceremony with Twilight, and for the one she arranged with Adagio.
For Twilight, they picked a spot further north, close to the Cascades inside an autumnal forest with startling red leaves and deep brown branches. For Adagio it's down south, where the sand sparkles white and waves glitter the same shade as Sunset's eyes.
Sunset stares hers into Adagio's. Those deep, ancient pools of purple feel infinite, sometimes. Like she can look, and look, and look for centuries, and never find the bottom of them.
Today she does. Today, her fingers graze the ocean floor, and she feels love. Fingers laced with Adagio's, she smiles so wide it hurts her cheeks.
"I do."
The preacher's smile joins the crowd. "You may kiss the bride."
And so she does.
Because Sunset keeps her promises.
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563034
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Adagio Dazzle,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Drama,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Death,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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Ask Me To Promise
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Sunset and Twilight are engaged, marriage just around the corner. They were still young.
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<p>Sunset and Twilight are engaged. Marriage is just around the corner.</p><p>They were still young.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/blog/1040218/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest" rel="nofollow">2024 EqG shipping contest</a>, hosted by <a href="/user/464503/EileenSaysHi" rel="nofollow">EileenSaysHi</a>. Thank you for the opportunity.</p><hr/><p>Very soon, I'll be moving all my SFW content to another profile, <a href="/user/723697/Kintsugi+Sunset" rel="nofollow">Kintsugi Sunset</a>. If you'd like to continue reading stories like this, please follow me there.</p>
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2024-08-07T19:12:04+00:00
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2024-08-07T19:12:03+00:00
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Sunset was a melodramatic. Not in the same way as Rarity. She played up her emotions on purpose, to the point of absurdity.
That wasn't Sunset. She didn't act, not really, unless she was lying. And she hadn't been like that for a long time now.
No. Her emotions were genuine. Especially her anger, her rage, her fury.
And her fear.
She never woke from nightmares with a start. She never had, even in foalhood. She'd wake unsettled, certainly, perhaps tense and upset, but she didn't shock or jump awake like other people. If someone looked at her sleeping, they probably wouldn't even know she'd woken up at all.
That's just what she was like. Wearing a bleeding heart on her sleeve. Except for the fears, which she kept tightly bound, locked away in steel chains inside her head. Away from prying eyes, unburden to others.
Except for one person.
Sitting up, rattled from sleep, she hunched over in the dark. Her eyes closed on instinct, out of the silly paranoia that she might witness something crawl in the shadows. Her breaths arrived, short, slow, and unfinished, ending too soon each way like she couldn't commit herself to peace.
The sheets ruffled beside her. Bed creaking, Twilight groaned and rolled over, brushing a hand along Sunset's thigh. Sunset, curled in on herself, barely loosened. She still found it hard to believe they were engaged.
"You okay, honey?"
Sunset couldn't respond for a moment. A moment long enough that it didn't matter what she said. The answer was clear.
"Had a nightmare."
"Aw." Twilight sat up with her, turning around and pulling her into a hug. Sunset stiffened, a rigid board in her arms. Not because she didn't love her, but because that's just the kind of person she was. "What happened?"
Sunset's inhale sounded, felt shaky. The exhale made her choke.
"You died."
"Oh." Sunset heard the pout in Twilight's voice.
She felt like she should be the one comforting her, not the other way around. Silly, but then again, she always had trouble putting herself beyond others. When she was being honest with herself, anyway.
"That's not going to happen."
"I know. That doesn't make me stop worrying about it."
"You... worry about it?"
Sunset cursed under her breath. With a sigh, she slumped further forward. "Yeah."
"I'm sorry. I... wish I knew what to say."
"It's fine. You don't have to say anything. I'm just being stupid and paranoid."
Twilight moved close, bumping her face against Sunset's cheek. "You're not stupid."
Sunset gave a half-hearted shrug. Together, Twilight embracing, Sunset wound tight and tense, they fell into a difficult silence.
Eventually, Sunset broke it. "Ask me to promise."
"What?"
"If you die... and I'm not saying you will, but if you do." She drew in a rattling breath. "Ask me to promise that I'll keep going. For you."
Twilight fell quiet. When she spoke, a thousand emotions seemed to war in her words, dragging her voice down, wilted and quavering. "Are you sure?"
Sunset nodded.
"Okay." Sunset could hear Twilight swallow. "Can you turn around to face me?"
Sunset answered with her body. Disentangling from Twilight's arms she scooched her butt along the bed, turning around and sitting cross-legged. Twilight was already their, and when they stared at each other's blank faces in the dark, their hands met and clasped.
"Promise me," Twilight said. "You'll keep going."
And so she did.
"Okay," she rasped, shaking. I'll try."
Because Sunset kept her promises.
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Bomberdia
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563040
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Original Character,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Happiness
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The story of Twilight's daughters and their friends
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<p>This tells the story of Galaxy Swirls and the challenges she will have to overcome with her friends. Folow along with them as they figure out the mysteries of their new Elements of Harmony and the connection of Unity that they have. Troubles may arise but they will face them with Friendship.</p>
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2024-08-07T22:24:27+00:00
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2024-08-07T22:24:26+00:00
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Ships:
Twilight Sparkle x Flash Sentry= Velveagic Sentry(Yellow unicorn mare with a dark mane and tail which have blue and lighter blue stripes running through them aswell as purple eyes and a six-pointed star with wings beside it as her cutie mark) and Galaxy Swirls (Orangish unicorn mare with a dark blue mane and tail which have purple and blue stripes running through them aswell as pink eyes and a star with a galaxtic circle behind it as her cutie mark)
Applejack x Caramel= Apple Pie (Light cream earth pony mare with a blond mane and tail that have brown streaks ron them aswell as green eyes and a cup of apple cider with two hearts and an apple beside it as her cutie mark)
Fluttershy x Destiny= Destiny (Light yellowish-light pegasus-draconquese with blue wing tips and a white mane and tail aswell as paws on her hind legs and red irises aswell as a butterfly with a gold trail as her cutie mark)
Pinkie Pie x Cheeze Sandwich= Party Pie (Golden-yellow earth pony mare with a poofy dark brown mane and tail which have a pink streak running through them aswell as a baloon covered with confetti as hercutie mark)
Rarity x Spike= Sky City (White unicorn mare with a blue mane and tail which have two lighter stripes running through them aswell as blue eyes and three gemstones with a needle and thread as her cutie mark)
Rainbow Dash x Soarin= Rainbow Blitzes (Mint green pegasus mare with a navy blue mane and tail which have red, blue and light blue stripes runnung through them aswell as green eyes and a rainbow thunderbolt with two feathers beside it as her cutie mark)
Princess Twilight: I'm so happy you are here my girls
Galaxy/Velvet: Yeah mommy
Velvet Sentry: We are really nervous to live in ponyville at the frist time
Galaxy Swirls: I agree
Princess Twilight: Youre are not gonna go there all alone
Glaxay/Velvet: Are we not?
Luster Dawn: It's because i'm gonna live with you in the castle in ponyville for a while
Princess Twilight: And you are gonna live with Starlight Glimmer too, though she is away on a trip
Galaxy/Velvet: We can't wait!
*After spending their first night in Ponyville, the two got a message*
Alice: Umm Velvet and Galaxy. Theres a letter from Princess Twilight. *gives letter*
*Galaxy quickly reads it out loud and they all gasp*
Velvet Sentry: *shocked* How would they even escape?! They were turned to stone!
Galaxy Swirls: *Frowning at letter* I don't know but we better research
*She grabs a pen with her magic and writes a quick reply before giving it to Alice to send*
Galaxy Swirls: *getting a bunch of books in the library* We need to find out how to save Equestria!
Velvet Sentry: *putting the books on the floor into a neat pile* But isn't mom and her friends supposed to deal with that stuff?
Galaxy Swirls: *flipping through a stone spell book* But we have to do something!
Princess Luster Dawn: *smiling*Yes, but you should be focused on making friends. Leave the fighting to me and your mother.
Galaxy Swirls: *pulls books closer to her* After research
Velvet Sentry: *frustrated* Galaxy Swirls Sentry!!!
Galaxy Swirls: Chillax!
Velvet Sentry: *holding a small clock in her magic* We have been theorizing for an hour, we haveto go now!
Galaxy Swirls: Fine…
Velvet Sentry: *grinning at their assistants* Lets go.Wanna come?
*Winka nods enthuisiastically while Alice nods more calmly
*The sisters and their helpers walk over to a park where they meet a bunch of ponies waiting*
Party Pie: *overexcited* Yay! They're here!
*Party Pie was a golden-yellow earthmare with a brown and pink, floofy mane as well as green and blue eyes . Hercutie mark was a baloon surrounded by confetti and sprinkles*
Apple Pie: Calm down, sugarcube
*Apple Pie was a light cream earthmare with a blond and brown mane aswell as green eyes and a cup of apple cider as her cutie mark*
Sky City: *waving* Welcome! You must be Princess Twilight's kids, right?
Velvet Sentry: You're right
*Sky City was a white unicorn with a wavy blue mane and brighy crystal blue eyes with yellow eyeshadow aswell as a three diamonds with a needle and thread as her cutie mark*
Rainbow Blitzes: *grabs Galaxy ad pulls her close* This is the best friend group ever, you'll love it!
*Rainbow Blitzes was a mint green pagesus with darker green eyes and a dark blue mane with light blue and red stripes aswell as a rainbow lightningbolt with wings as her cutiemark.*
Destiny: *pulling her away* Don't starrtle them, Blitzes
*Destiny was a pale yellow pegasus with blue tipped wings, paws, a dragon tail and blue horns aswell as turqoise eyes and white mane*
Galaxy Swirls: *still worried* Well then, I think we can be really good friends, huh?
Velvet Sentry: Aww Galaxy it gonna be okay. We are with our friends
Galaxy Swirls: I know but I'm concerned about the villans. They are attacking us. I thought the battle with Opaline was the last problem…but now the Legion of Doom if back and we can't defeat them without the destroyed Elements
Velvet Sentry: I know sis but we shout make new friends, not studying about something that our mom should deal with
Galaxy: Okay Velvet. Let's find our friends and make a smile in our face
Velvet Sentry: That's the spirit!
Alice: Seriously Winka maybe you should put the paper away and the pencil to?
Winka: Um... okay i just wanna help Galaxy just in case
Alice: I now but it's time to relax now
Winka: Okay (smile)
Chrysalis: Haha you are never getting out of there and I will take and rule all Equestria
Cozy Glow: Don't you mean us!
Princess Luster: You are never getting away with this.
Chrysalis: Ohhhh....*slyly* Are we not
Tirek: I can see Alicorn Twilight have kids . Two girls here in Ponyville
Princess Luster: I'll never tell you where they are
Chryslias: Then i gonna find them.
So that means I'm gonna be you
Princess Luster: No!
Cozy Glow: Bye bye Little Princess
Chryslias/CozyGlow/Tirek: Hahahahahahah!!
PartyPie: Galaxy no need to make a sad face its gonna be okay we are there for you
Velveagic: She's right sis. What matters is that we are there for them and they are there for us. We are not gonna lose everthing
All Friends: Ya !
Galaxy: Thanks guys I really needed to hear that. Im very thankful to have you all
Galaxy Swirls: Princess Luster?! Who did this?!
Princess Luster: It was those wretched *grunt* Legion of Doom!
Velvet Sentry: *glaring at Tirek, Chrysalis and Cozy Glow*How dare you hurt the Princess?! *steps forward bravely*
Chrysalis/Cozy/Tirek: *cakcling* We dare everything!
Chrysalis: That is right! *evil chuckle* We are going to rule ALL EQUESTRIA! *flutters up before landing back down*
Tirek: But can I borrow a thing from YOU? *he holds Velvet's mouth shut and sucks out the magic from her horn, making her eyes turn gray as she stumbles back*
Galaxy Swirls: *horrified* Nooo! Sis!*glares at the Legion of Doom* How dare you copy a Princess and hurt my sister?!
Chrysaliz: *grinning* So I could cheat you all of your love and power!*changes back*
*Tirek grins as he sucks the magic out of the friends, making the weak and their eyes gray*
Galaxy Swirls: Nooo!
Galaxy Swirls: *grits teeth* I hate you!*turns to Velvet who is recorving* You okay sis, guys? "concerned*
Velvet Sentry: Yea. We need to tell our moms to save Equestria
Cozy Glow: *flipping her hair* To bad their all powerless!
*Galaxy Swirls fights back the urge to attempt to maim her with her horn*
Rainbow Blitzes: *angry* Why you little brat! Let me at her!
Apple Pie: *holding her back* Calm down, "Apple Cute"!
Sky City: *holding mirror* My beautiful eyes!
*Destiny pats her frien'ds head, trying to reassure her*
Party Pie: *slurred* I feel sleepish…
Velvet Sentry: *stands up, determined* We need to save Equestria, guys
All: Yea!
Cozy Glow: *groaning* Are you kidding me
Chrysalis: Blegh! Friendship…
Tirek: Stupid ponie…
Galaxy Swirls: You are going down!
Rainbow Blitzes: Yea! *attemps to punch her*
*Chrysalis grabs Rainbow Blitzes and pins her down*
Chrysalis: *hissing* Never! And stay away! *throws Blitzes to Apple Pie who catches her and glares at the Legion of Doom*
Velvet Sentry: *angry* Dont talk to my friend like that!
Chrysalis: *laughing*
FRIEND?! Friends cause nothing but irritation. *glances at Galaxy* Meanwhile, I need to talk your "friend"
*Chrysalis creates a bubble around her and Galaxy aswel as Winka who was hiding behind the unicorn. Galaxy is then trapped by her hooves*
All: Galaxy!
Galaxy Swirls: *sniffing* This is all my fault, sorry guys…
Chrysalis: *impatient* Whatever! Now lets go! *Looks at Cozy and Tirek* You two know what to do!
Tirek/Cozy: *grinning* We do know…
*Chrysalis takes Galaxy to the old Element of Harmony Cave and enters a sub-cave inside, putting Galaxy in there and making a spell onto her binds*
Chrysalis: *proud of herself* Now nopony will know where you are! You are too strong for me to let you run free.
Galaxy Swirls: *defiantley* My sisters and friends will know where *slurred* I'am…
Chrysalis: *giddily* Did I mention the cuffs suck away power?
*Velvetand her friends are regaining their energy, watching as Tirek and Cozy go to torment other ponies. Velvet sighs in distress*
Velvet Sentry: *sad* What are we going to do without you Galaxy?
Sky City: *puts hoof on her shoulder reasuringly* Don't worry, Velvi. We can find Galaxy
Rainbow Vlitzes: *obnoxiously* We don't have a map to find her, Sky!
Destiny: Lets think about where she might be hidden…
Apple Pie: *tapping a hoof to chin* Maybe in some sort of magical cage?
Velvet Sentry: I don't think a chageling can cast a spell like that
Party Pie: *gasping* Maybe she hid her in the old Elements cave so no one would ever suspect?
Rainbow Blitzes: Thats the sillyest thing I've ever heard!
*suddenly, Winka comes running forward*
Winka: *panting* Party's right!
*Galaxy soon seized trying to fight the binds as she became even more weaker. Suddenly, she felt a shadow fall on her the binds break. The pony camein veiw and it was reveiled to be a crystaline alicorn with the Tree of Harmony as a cutie mark*
Galaxy Swirls: *in relief* Thanks! *finally notices what she looks like* Uhh…who or rather what are you?
Harmony: *slightly bemused* I'am the Spirit of the Tree of Harmony. You may call me Harmony
Galaxy Swirls: Okay…"Harmony". I need your help because Chrysalis, Tirek and Cozy Glow returned and they took my friend's and family's magic away!
Harmony: *nods* Do not worry. *her horn glows once more and the Changeling goo dissapears, making Galaxy feel strong once more* I think you are a Element of Harmony…
Before you read the story i tell the wings is not hers on Galaxy this is how the elements comes. ^^
*Harmony teleports to the Castle of Friendship where The Legion of Doom was*
Chrysalis: *angry* How did you escape?!
Cozy Glow: *glaring at Harmony* How many alicorn in Ququestria are there even?!
Harmony: You are not supposed to be one!
Tirek: Lets finish them, now!
*Harmony creates a powerful sheild around her and Galaxy and the magic dissapears as it hits the sheild*
Harmony: *to Galaxy* I'll deal with these fools. *turns to her opponents* How dare you try to put the harmony out of balance!
Galaxy Swirls: *runs to hug her sister and friends* Guys! Are you okay?
All: Yup!
Sky City: *looking in a mirror* Though I do needa touch up or two…
Velvet Sentry: We are so glad you're okay, sis!
Winka: Yea!
Galaxy Swirls: Guys, Harmony said we might be the new Elements of Harmony
Rainbow Blitzes: *confused* Who's "Harmony", the alicorn? *Galaxy nods*
Party Pie: I thought there were only six!
Destiny: And they're seven of us!
Galaxy Swirls: Hey, Friendship always wins. It doesn't matter if one of us is not an Element. We are friends.
Velvet Sentry: We always use our minds to help eachother
Rainbow Blitzes: We are as brave as the strongest creatures
Desiny: We persist to be kind to others even when they do bad things
Sky City: We inspire others to be good and friendly
Party Pie: We show joy and fun wherever we go
*The friends hold hooves as they begin to float Harmony smiles and the Elements apear beside the friends, spinning around them in a rainbow blur.
Tirek: *gasps in horror* Noooo!
Chrysalis: Damn you Elements!
Cozy Glow: Ahhhhhh!
*Tirek begins to shrink back to his normal size as the Element's magic washes over, restoring broken buildings and removing Cozy Glow's alicorn wings and horn. Chrysalis goes back to normal too but she flees the scene, going into hiding*
Tirek: *remorseful* I'm sorry, I wanted to gain power because I thought I was not good enough without it
Destiny: *lays a paw on his shoulder* Its okay, My mom and dad can help you cope with it *smiles*
Cozy Glow: And I only wanted to ruin friendship because I had none!
Galaxy Swirls: *optimistically* Well you two have seven friends now!
Tirek: Who?
Mane Seven: Us!
*Suddenly, the Princesses fly down, Luster Dawn's angry gaze scorching over to the two former villians*
Luster Dawn: *angry* You two…!
Velvet Sentry: *stops her* Please calm down, Princess.These two are remorseful
*Tirek and Cozy Glow bow their heads to agree with that*
Twilight: *puts a wing around her daughters* You two have done one of the greatest things ever. You saved Equestria and you reformed some villians.
Galaxy Swirls andVelvet Sentry: Thanks, but we couldn't have done it without our friends!
*The friends hug and only break apart as Harmony walks forward with silver necklaces, each with a jem on it representing the ponies. There was also a crown with a star on it. Harmony put them around each respective neck and smiles.*
Harmony: May all be well with you, Element bearers
(Extra pic)
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Bomberdia
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563040
| 2 |
Original Character,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Happiness
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The story of Twilight's daughters and their friends
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>This tells the story of Galaxy Swirls and the challenges she will have to overcome with her friends. Folow along with them as they figure out the mysteries of their new Elements of Harmony and the connection of Unity that they have. Troubles may arise but they will face them with Friendship.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-07T22:25:29+00:00
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2024-08-07T22:25:36+00:00
| 76 |
(It was a beautiful morning in ponyville, Party Pie had shceduled a meeting for her and her friends. She was hopping out of Sugar Cube corner happily, a big grin on her yellow face)
Party Pie: "I'me going for a picnic! With my friends!"
(Rainbow Blitzes was flying ahead and looked down. She smiled and zoomed down to Party Pie. Dust flew up as she landed swiftly)
Rainbow Blitzes: "Hey Party Pie! Excited for the picinic?"
(The mint green pegasus had reconised Oarty Pie's "I'm excited!" face)
Party Pie: "Yup-arrono! Are you heading your way to Sweet Apple acres?"
(Apple Pie had agreed to let them havea small orchard patch to have their picinic. It was a nice GrannySmith orchard which was smiled on by the sun,perfect for some sunny cupcakes)
(Suddenly, Galaxy Swirls and Velvet Sentry trotted to them.They had brought the utensils and plates and cups with them.)
Galaxy Swirls: "Thanks again for arranging this picnic, Party Pie"
Velvet Sentry: "Yeah, it finally gave me a reason to get away from Starbreaker's endless nagging about his homework!"
(They all giggled)
(Then Sky City trotted over, a bright smile on her face. She was carrying a fancy picnic blanket with her blue magic. The blanket was decorated with diamonds and had a gold trim. It also had all of their cutie marks on it)
Rainbow Blitzes: "Don't you think thats kinda overthe-"
(She stopped at Galaxy Swirls glare. The unicorn knew Sky City would have a trantrum if she was told that)
Party Pie (excitedly): "C'mon guys! We don't want to be late!"
(Apple Pie smiled as she saw Party Pie, Velvet Sentry, Galaxy Swirls and Rainbow Blitzes hop over. She waved to them)
Apple Pie: "Hey, girls! I thought you were running late."
(Destiny rolled her eyes)
Destiny: "Velvet?Late?"
(Velvet Sentry puffed out her chest with pride)
Velvet Sentry: "I'am quite the organised pony."
Party Pie: "LET THE PICINIC BEGIN!"
(She zipped, spilling the utensiles, cups ad platesout. She gently kicked them into the air as she set the blanket down, they landed perfectly. She then began to toss different foods on the blanket and plates.)
Sky City: "How…"
Rainbow Blitzes: "Did…"
Galaxy Swirls: "You…"
Destiny: "Do…"
Apple Pie: "That…?"
(Party Pie giggled)
Party Pie: "Its just me…being me!"
(Velvet Sentry sat at the table and began to eat her slice of chocolate velvet cupcake. She smiled as she chewed, chocolate was her favourite)
Velvet Sentry (muffled): "Mhhhhm! The shupsapes are bood!"
Sky City: "Well…theres only one way to find out."
(She picked up her cupcake and began to eat. She smiled happily as the flavour seeped onto her tounge)
Sky City (swallowing): "They are!
Rainbow Blitzes: "Then lets dig in!"
(They had finished eating their food and were lying down to rest)
Sky City: *GASP!*
Velvet Sentry: "Whats wrong, Sky?"
Sky City: "THE BLANKET IS DIRTY!"
(She put a hoof on her heard and fake-fainted)
Rainbow Blitzes (rolling eyes): Well I told you it was over the top!"
Velvet Sentry: "I willadmit it, its your fault."
Sky City: "How dare you be so insensitive," *pushes them* "Get away!"
(Galaxy Swirl sighed as she began towrite down the Picnic expeirience. It wasn't doing so good right now)
Velvet Sentry: "Hey!"
Sky City: "You guys are blind! You cannot reconise a true master peice!"
Rainbow blitzes: "WELL I WARNED YOU!"
Sky City: "You should have eaten more tidier!"
Rainbow Blitzes: "I SHOULD?! YOU WERE EATING LIKE A PIG!"
Sky City: "How dare you?!"
(Party Pie gasped)
Party Pie (whispering to Destiny):"This isn't good."
Sky City: "You two are such insensitive MULES!"
Velvet Sentry: "Don't compare me to the likesof you!"
(Shoves Sky City into Apple Pie)
ApplePie: "Hey! I'm keeping my hooves out'ta this!"
(Apple Pie walked away)
Destiny: "Fight somwhere where I'm not!"
(Wallks away too)
(SkyCity, Rainbow Blitzes and Velvet Sentry continued to argue, making Galaxy Swirls sigh)
Galaxy Swirls: "We need something to brighten up our day."
Party Pie: "I know who! The master of tricks and illusion!"
(Galaxy Swirls raised a brow)
Galaxy Swirls: "Trixie? Beauty Mag's mom?"
Party Pie: "No silly! Discord!"
Imagine that its : Sky City= Velvet, Velvet= Sky City and Rainbow Blitzes= Galaxy, Galaxy= Rainbow Blitzes
(Party Pie chased after Destiny with a smile)
Party Pie: "Di-Ni! Can you get your dad to cheer the arguing ponies up?"
(Destiny walted her flying and shrugged)
Destiny: "Sure, if he's in the mood."
(Destiny's horns began to glow and they teleported to Fluttershy and Discord's cottage. The draconquese and pegasus were having atea party and discussing books)
Discord: "I love your taste in Warriors, Fluttershy my dear, but Bravelands is the best Erin Hunter series."
Fluttershy: "Yes, but Warriors is better written and more…realistic."
Destiny: "Mom! Dad! Party Pie wants to ask you something!"
(Discord smiled, teleporting over)
Party Pie: "Hey Discord! I need your help because Velvet, Sky nd Blitzes are arguing because Sky City was grumpy that the picnic blanket she made became dirty."
Discord: "You mean Twilight's heir, Rarity's drama girl and Rainbow's rebelious lil' pegasus are arguing?"
Destiny: "Dad! I told you that thy are Velvet Sentry, Sky City and Rainbow Blitzes!"
Discord: "Must have…slipped my mind."
(As he said so, a little brain slipped)
Fluttershy: "You go and help the kids, I'll go and tend to the animals while you're out"
Discord: "Okay… but this better be quick! My tea is getting cold."
(As he said so, his tea became a mound of ice)
(Discord then snapped his fingers and teleported them to where the picinic was set)
Party Pie: "How did you-"
Discord: "I could hear them a mile," (ear stretches far) "away."
(Destiny and Party Pie had realised that Galaxy Swirls had joinedthe argument)
party Pie: "CAN YOU GUYS BE QUIET!"
(They all stopped and looked at her, shocked. They had never heard Party Pie yell)
Discord: "So whats the problem?"
Sky City/ Velvet/ Blitzes/ Galxy: "THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE IN MY HOOVES!"
Sky City: "Making a beautiful blanket that ponies trash!"
Rainbow Blitzes: "Having to deal with an agrivating somepony!"
Velvet Sentry: "Being blamed for something I didn't do!"
Galaxy Swirls: "Sorting out these insufferable ponies!"
Discord: "Well…the easiest way is for you to be in eachothers hooves!"
All: "HUH?!"
*SNAP!*
(The mane seven gasped)
Sky City (Vekvet): "What the-"
Velvet Sentry (Sky): "What did you do to my beautiful self?!"
Raimbow Bltzez (Galaxy): "Great, now I'm the showoff!"
Galaxy Swirls (Rainbow Blitzes): " And I'm the nerd!"
Destiny: "Dad! How does this help?!"
Discord: "Uhhhhmm…bye!"
(Discord teleported away, leaving Party Pie and Destiny to sort this out)
Apple Pie: "Yup, I'ma go home!"
Party Pie: "Aple Pie!"
Apple Pie, "Fine, fine! I'll help!"
Galaxy Swirls (Blitzes): "Can't you reverse the spell?!"
Destiny: "I only will be able to after 3 hours."
Sky (Vel)/ Blitsez (Galaxy) Galaxy (Blitz) Velvet (sky: "SO I'LL BE STUCK AS HER FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT?!
Apple Pie: "Preeeeeeeeety much."
(It had been an insuferable time to spend with the stoll bickering Sky city, Rainbow Blitzes, Galaxy Swirls and Velvet Sentry. 3 minutes before they would turn back, Party Pie aproached them while they were having an argument)
Party Pie: DO YOU GUYS EVER THINK OF OTHERS?! Do you ever think of how it hurts me that something I organized has turned into a disastre?!
Sky (Vel): "Party Pie-…"
Party Pie: "I'm not finished! I thought we were friends! Friends should have empathy for eachother!"
(Plarty Oie then ran away and they transformed back to normal)
Blitzes: "What have we done…?"
Sky City: "We haveto make it up to her!
Velvet: "Yea! Lets build a hot-air baloon so that we can show her Ewuestria!
(So the four of them worked hard and long until it was almost Sunset and they had finished. Galaxy Swirls and Velvet Sentry's magic were good plusses)
(While Party Pie was sulking in a corner, they aproached her)
Party Pie "Go *sniff* away!"
Blitzes: "I know we haven't been nice to you…"
Sky city: "And we ruinedyour picnic…"
Galxy Swirls: "But we've found a way to make it up to you."
(Velvet Sentry teleports them to the Hot air paloon. It is mostly themed with Party Pie's colors and have their cutie makrs on it but Party Oie's is the largest)
Party Pie: "For me?"
All: "Yes"
Party Pie: "Thank you very much!"
(They all embraced in a hug and went for a ride)
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Bomberdia
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563040
| 3 |
Original Character,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Happiness
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The story of Twilight's daughters and their friends
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>This tells the story of Galaxy Swirls and the challenges she will have to overcome with her friends. Folow along with them as they figure out the mysteries of their new Elements of Harmony and the connection of Unity that they have. Troubles may arise but they will face them with Friendship.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-07T22:25:45+00:00
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2024-08-07T22:25:45+00:00
| 60 |
Spicy Cherry glared angrily at her parents.
Spicy Cherry: *angrily* I need to fight in that war! I'm captain, they need me!
Princess Twilight: *worried* But you'll get hurt! They always target the captains and generals!
Flash Sentry: We just want the best for you, son
Tempest: *nodding in agreement* I urge you to listen to your parents
Spicy Cherry: *angrily* UGH!
(His horn began to glow brightly and he fired a magical blast at them, attempting to make a run for it. Tempest gasped and the bluecrystal replacing her horn glowed as she created a sheild around them.)
General Ice: Princess…Your son is missing. He just dissapeared one day
Twilight: He's gone…*sobs into her hooves* I failed to save him…
(Princess Twilight was sittig on her throne, signing a patent for a mare when the doors swang open and a unicorn dressed in dark purple armor ran in. The ruler jumped to her hooves, creating a sheild around the frieghtened mare and restraining the invader)
Princess Twilight: *glaring down at them* Who are you?
Intruder: *rolls away and takes off her helmet* Don't you reconise me, mom?
(Twilight gasps as she sees who the "intruder" really was. It was an adult unicorn stallion with a scar across his cherry red eye. His coat was a dull deep purple and his mane was shorht and dark purple with cherry stripes on it. It was her long-lost adopted son, Spicy Cherry.)
Princess Twilight: *shocked* Cherry…? *puts a hoof on his cheek where his scar was* It it really you…?
Spicy Cherry: *smiling while tearing up* Yes,mom…its me
(The two hug and the patent mare watches awkwardly before leaving the ruler and her adopted son.)
Spicy Cherry: Its been four years…*sighs* And you see that the war with the Midnight Kingdom did a number on me
Princess Twilight: *releived* I'm so glad you are okay! We all thought you died when the army came back with you missing
(Tears were still clinging to Twilight's cheeks and Cherry wiped them away.)
Spicy Cherry: *reasurringy* Its okay. I'm here now. Where is dad, Star and the girls?
Princes Twilight: *turning to a servant* Please tell Flash to come to the The throneroom
(The Princess used her magic to scribble a quick note on her paper then sent it to the Castle of Friendship where Galaxy, Velvet, Luster and Starlight were.)
(Twilight was showing Spicy Cherry the new stained glass windows. A new mueseum of all the stained glass windows had been created in the Canterlot Castle and it was currently empty because it was the weekends and only the Princesses could come in there at that time.)
Princess Twilight: *proudly gestures to a window showing Velvet with her element of harmony floating above her* The exciting and intresting thing is that theres now a seventh Element.
Spicy Cherry: *looks at a window showing all the Element beares hugging with their necklaces {crown in Galaxy's case} on* Wow! So Galaxy and Velvet now have Elements of Harmony?
Princess Twilight: That is correct. But something I found out is that the New Elements can marge with the Old Eleents to make them stronger.
Spicy Cherry: *intrested* I can't wait to research about that!
(Suddenly, Gakaxy and Velvet walk into the museum with Luster Dawn, Starbreaker and Flash behind. They all gasp with surprise as they see Spicy Cherry.
Starbreaker: *reilieved but shocked* Oh my Luna, its Spicy Cherry!
(Starbreaker zoomed over and tackled his unicorn brither into a giant hugg and Spicy Cherry giggled, returning the hug with a bright smile on his face.)
Spicy Cherry: *observing Starbreaker* You've grown a lot, Star *stretched out his wing* Your wing length has doubled!
Starbreaker: *puffs out his chest proudly* Thanks, Cherry! I'm so glad you are alive, I didn't want to be stuckwith only girks as siblings!
Galaxy Swirls: *rolling her eyes* Starbreaker!
Velvet Sentry: *walks over and hugs Cherry* Thank the heavens you're okay…We all thought we lost you…
Spicy Cherry: *reasuringly* Its okay, Velveagic, its okay
Velvet Sentry: You can just calk me Velvet, its much shorter and its my middle name
Galaxy Swirls: *hugs Cherry tightly* I was about to follow you! Where even were you?! *she smiles as she notices Cherry gulp* We can talk about it later, just glad you're back and a bit angry…
Princess Luster Dawn: *gives Cherry a hug* Welcome back,Spicy Cherry. It is a releif that you are back
Winka: *turns to alice* Hey, you did the job before me. Who is he?
Alice: *rolling her eyes* Don't ask me. I got the job three years ago
(After all the greetings and catching up on lost time, Cherry called all his siblings together to anounce something important.)
Starbreaker: *sipping on some soda* Whats up, Cherry?
Spicy Cherry: *takes in a deep breath* Guys…I'm not your real brother…my real mother is Tempest Shadows but she couldn't be Captain of the Royal Guard and parent me all alone so she gave me to Twilight…
(The three are all shocked at hearing this and Spicy Cherry bows his head.)
Spicy Cherry: You problably—
(He was interupted as his adopted siblings all hugged him.)
Galaxy Swirls: *reasuringly* Oh, Spicy! You may not be our biological brother but you will always be the oldest Sentry-Sparkle foal
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Bomberdia
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563040
| 4 |
Original Character,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Happiness
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The story of Twilight's daughters and their friends
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>This tells the story of Galaxy Swirls and the challenges she will have to overcome with her friends. Folow along with them as they figure out the mysteries of their new Elements of Harmony and the connection of Unity that they have. Troubles may arise but they will face them with Friendship.</p>
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everyone
|
2024-08-07T22:25:52+00:00
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2024-08-07T22:25:52+00:00
| 60 |
Ships:
Big Mac x Sugar Belle= Pear Cake: Purple earth pony stallion with a blonde mane and a apple and pear as his cutie mark. Pear Jam= Pink earth pony mare with a purple mane and pear jam aas her cutie mark.
Applejack x caramel= Apple Seed: Light brown earth pony colt with a brown mane tht has lighter stripes in it (wears white headband) His cutie mark is an apple with a white headband on it. Apple Flower: Light brown earth pony filly with a brownish mane. Her cutie mark isa apple shaped like a heart
Apple Bloom x Tendertaps= Apple Blossom: Brownish filly with white freckles and a purplish-red mane.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
(Apple Pie and her friends had met up to talk about the Apple family renunion)
ApplePie- Ah should probably go, don't want mom getting angrier than a bull!
Velvet Sentry- By Apple Pie! Have some fun!
(The friends waved goodbye as Apple Pie left)
Apple Pie- I remember what happened last Apple family Renuion…
(The Apples, Applejack, Big Mac, Apple Bloom and Caramel were bucking apples meanwhile Apple Pie was making a device in the corner)
Applejack- Applepie! Stop slacking and help us buck them apples!
Apple Pie- Mom! I'm making something that a can help
Big Macintosh- Yea, yea
Apple Bloom- Trust her guys!
(Apple Seed and Apple Flower woddled over to their older is)
Apple Flower- What is thapt?
Aple Pie- Its a cider machine!
(She revealed the finished product)
Apple Seed- How it works?
Apple Pie- All I have to do is buck some apples into it and it turns them into cider
(Apple Pie bucked some apples off a tree and as it landed into the basket, it began to roll down into a blender. The apples became golden juice but that was not all, some sugar was poured into it then some foam was added and then the cider cup came out on the other side)
Caramel- I ain't never seen anything like that!
Applejack- That actually looks tasty
Big Macintosh- Eeeeeeyup!
Apple Bloom- Do you have more?
Apple Pie- I sure can make more!
(Apple Pie bucked the apple tree four times to produce four apples. The machine worked again and the adults grabbed their cups of apple cider)
All- Apple Pie, Apple Seed and Apple Flower- YUM!
(Suddenly, Apple Pie's flank began to glow and a cutie mark apeared. It was a apple cider cup with two hearts beside it and an apple in front of it)
Apple Pie- It seems like only yesterday that I got my-
Apple Flower- THATS MY PIE!
Appleseed- Hey, this is my piece of the pie!
Apple Flower-What? no!
Appleseed- Yes!
Applejack-Guys, i have..
Appleseed- MY!!
Apple Flower-NO!!
Applejack-*blank stare*
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Apple Flower-What have you done with my teddy bear!?
Appleseed-I have the same question, what have you done with "MY" teddy bear!!!
Apple Flower-He is not yours!
Appleseed-He is mine, do not lie to me.
Apple Flower-What?
Apple Pie-Hi guys, what are you doing?
Appleseed & Apple Flower-Go away!!
Apple Pie......
Apple Flower- Push higher!
Apple Seed- It would help if your reached higher!
Apple Blossom- Can you guys just stop *grunt* arguing?!
Applejack- What in the whoey are you kids doing?!
Pear Jam- Yea! Some of us are working!
Apple Pie- Ur gonna hurt urselves!
Apple Seed- I know what I'M DOING! APPLE FLOWER'S IN THE WRONG!
Apple Flower- HOW DARE YOU?!
(Suddenly, Appple Flower began to topple over as Apple Seed growled)
Apple Seed- I'm outt'a here!
Apple Blossom- Apple Seed, No!
(Apple Seed left, leaving Apple Blossom to hold up Apple Flower who was about to fall)
Apple Flower- AHHHHHH!
Apple Seed- Apple Flower!
(He ran over and caught her before she landed on the ground)
Apple Flower- Thanks!
Apple Pie- *sigh of releif* I thought you were a goner!
(Suddenly, there was a painful howl comming from the barn)
Apple Pear- Aunts! Sis! Cusins! The pups are comming!
(Apple Pie, Apple Seed and Apple Flower and Apple Blossom were waiting outside.They were worried about Winona. Pear Jam slid open the barn door)
Pear Jam- Yall can come in
Apple Seed- This one is soooo cute! Can I keep him?
Applejack- Yall can keep who you want but Winona is mine!
PPLE flower- You're such a cutey-patoty! I wanna name your Cinnamon!
(Apple Seed had chosen a brown male with a white ear and Apple Flower had chosen a gingerish male with two white paws)
Apple Pie- Hello little one! Can I name you Sweetie?
Sweetie- *Happy yips!*
Apple Seed- Michais the cutest!
Apple Flower- Cinnamon is!
Apple Seed- MICHA!
Apple Flower- CINNAMON!
ApplePear- Not again!
(Extra pic)
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Bomberdia
|
563040
| 5 |
Original Character,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Happiness
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The story of Twilight's daughters and their friends
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>This tells the story of Galaxy Swirls and the challenges she will have to overcome with her friends. Folow along with them as they figure out the mysteries of their new Elements of Harmony and the connection of Unity that they have. Troubles may arise but they will face them with Friendship.</p>
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everyone
|
2024-08-07T22:25:58+00:00
|
2024-08-07T22:26:46+00:00
| 62 |
(Velvet Sentry was eating breakfast at a pond. She had a croissant wrapped in a cloth and lifted it to her motmuth. She was wondering about her old bestfriend, Sunlay Glimmer)
Vekvet Sentry- I've missed you Sunlay…ever since what happened.
(She began to remember the day that she and Sunlay split up)
(It was a normal day at the school of friendship, as usual, Velvet Sentry and Sunlay Glimmer were practicing their magic, showing off their special tricks)
Sunlay- I can make power orbs of magic!
(Her horn glowingn Sunlay created a largeorb of magic and threw it at a tree. As it hit it, the tree was absorbed in the ball and became a miniture version of itself)
Velvet- Hah! Thats nothing compared to this!
(Using her magic,Velvet conjured two magical wings on her back. But she was not done, she created a larger alicorn body aroundherself. In this form, she could blast a hole right through all of the training dummies and fly vert fast)
Sunlay- How is it that you are the only one that can do that *jelousy*
Velvet- Its my special talent
(She pointed at hercutie markwith was a six-pointed star with wings at its side. It signified her ability to creat wings and a alicorn body with magic)
Sunlay- Well my special talent is just a bunch of dumb orbs
(Sunlay's cutie mark was a large green orb of magic with some sparkles besideit)
Velvet- C'mon, don't let that get you down! Remember what Ms. Silverstream says…
Sunlay- You're soecial in your own way…yea,yea!
Velvet- Sunny, you should learn to accept yourself-
(She stops as the bell rings for them to go back inside and eat lunch. Velvet teleports inside and grabs her lunch bag, she waits for Sunlay)
Sunlay- How can I if I'm trash?
(Sunlay teleports into the classroom with a sigh and mechalochantly eats her lunch, not talking to even her bestfriend who was Velvet Sentry)
Velvet - Sunny, are you okay?
(Velvet decided to talk to Sunlay as they walked home, worried about her she decided to see if she was okay)
Sunlay- Leave me alone! YOU JUST THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!
Velvet- What?! Do you know what you're saying, Sunlay?!
Sunlay- YOU ALREADY ARE SO PERFECT! You're a princess, future ruler of Equestria, top of the class and yet…you still have to be better than me at the only thing that I'm good at…Magic!
(Sunlay growls as her horn fires up with magic)
Velvet- Sunlay-
(Sunlay fires a giant teal orb at her, flining her back into the ground and giving her bruises and a few wounds)
Sunlay- What have I done?
(Sunlay spins around to run, teleorting away. She was never heard from again after that day)
(Velvet Sentry sighs)
Velvet- Where are you, Sunlay?
Party Pie- Whatcha talking about, Velvi?
Velvet- Agh! Party, you scared me
Party Pie- Oops! I just was taking a walk with Sugar High-
Sugar High- She dragged me along
Cheese Pie- Cheer up, Sugar
Blitzes- Guess what? We came along
Prisdale- More like were forced to
Destiny- Isn't it good to be with friends?
Apple Pie- You mean having to take your- Apple Seed, let Apple Flower go!
(The two were arguing and Apple Seed had grabbed Apple Flower's tail)
Apple Flower- He started it and bit my beutiful tail!
Apple Seed- No I ain't! You started it! And you spelt "beautiful" wrong, use ur noggin'!
Apple Flower- Why you little-
(Before it could continue, Apple Pie grabbed Apple Seed and plopped him down beside Prisdale and Sugar High and Burnity, extuinguishing the argument)
Sky City- The sun is oddly hot today, to you need a sunhat Burnity?
Burnity- No thanks, sis. My scales are okay
Sky City- Okay…but maybe just…
(She plopped him down in the shade of a tree making the little dragon-pony sigh)
Blitzes- Hey, Vel! Wheres Galaxy?
Velvet- Oh, I didn't tell you? She's out with dad and uncle Shining to learn how to be a royal guard
Starbreaker- But I'm still here!
(Velvet chuckles but gets quiet, looking at Starbreaker in wonder)
Velvet- Star…do you ever miss Sunlay?
(Starbreaker's smile fades as he thinks of his girlfreind who went missing. Tears came to his eyes and he started to slightly shake)
Starbreaker- Lets change…the topic, shall we?
Velvet- I didn't mean to make you made, I just-
Starbreaker- Its okay…I'll always love Sunlay but its time to move on…you should too
(However…as much as Velvet Sentry tried to take her mind off it, she still felt weird. Suddenly, a scroll came spack-dab into her face and she read it)
Velvet- If you are not Velvet Sentry, give this to her
(Velevt realised that a spell wason it to keep it locked from other ponies. Velvet then used magic and undid the spell, reading the note)
Velvet- Sunday, 3:10 Pm, meet at Starlight Town…come alone
(Velvet narrowed her eyes, this could be a trap. She'd bring her Element in case)
Blitzes- Hey Vel, we're having fun here!
Velvet- Comming!
(She trots over and enjoys some time with her family and friends)
[Next Day]
(Velvet had finished a class with her mom on ruling and hurried to get ready to meet this mysterious pony who sent her a note.She ran into herroom, grabbed her travel bag and Element of Mind and hurried out. She did not notice a mint green pegasus watching her)
(Velvet soon had caught a train and arrived at Starlight Town)
Sugar Belle- Hello, newcomer! Welcome to Starlight Town. Care for a pastrie?
(She handed Velvet a cake)
Velvet- Thanks, no thanks. I came here to meet someone
(A cream unicorn mare with lighter coloured hooves and muzzle, aswell as a red mane and tail which both had teal stripes, strutted over)
Sunlay- That would be me
Velvet- Sunlay?!
Pear Apple- You know Miss Sunlay?
Sunlay- Enough! Pear Apple, Sugar Bellle, go back insde. I want to "talk" with this pony myself
Velvet- Whats going on, Sunlay? I haven't seen you in like 4 years and you're suddenly Mayor of a town now?
Sunlay- I actually have a birthright to this place. This is my moms old Town
Velvet- Explain why you sent me a note!
Sunlay- *chuckles* I guess its time I explain.I sent you a note so that we can have a magic duel. I'm now strong enough in magic and I believe I can defeat you!
Velvet- I won't fight-
(Before she could finish, a strong beam fired at her, almost giving her anothe scar. Velvet managed to dodge however and slip out her Element of Harmony)
Sunlay- Followed in your mothers' hoofsteps, huh? I'll let you know that she loses the first batle!
(Sunlay shoots another beam but Velvet creats a sheild that eventually shatters, leading to Velvet having to dodge once more.)
Velvet- Fine! You want a battle? I'll give you one!
(Vekvet fires her horn with purple magic and shoots a beam at her,leading to Sunlay being caught in a bubble. However, Sunlay manges to escape with a blast of magic and her horn begins to glow a dark teal aura. Suddenly, fire blasts as Velvet)
Sunlay- Try to escape that!
(Velvet uses her magic and creats wings on her back. She flies into the air and rockets at Sunlay with her horn glowing. Grunting i frustration, Sunlay fires a big ball of fire at Velvet. Velvet gasped and creats a sheild, using the magic of her Element to help her. Suddenly, Sunlay teleports behind Velvet and kicks her into the ground)
Galaxy - Leave my sis Alone!
(Galaxy creats a sheild around her and Velvet while Apple Pie runs at Sunlay, preparing to stomp her down)
Destiny- *Gasp* She has the alicorn amulet!
Party - Is that A bad thing?
Sky- Of course it is!
Blitzes- Good thing we have the Elements!
Sunlay- You think your pitiful Elemnts can defeat ME?!
(The other ponies soon realise that Sunlay's tone sounds dark and evil. Galaxy Swirls gasps as she see's a black cloud of evil magic form around them)
Galaxy- King Sombra has-
(Sunlay shoots at her, about to use her magic against Galaxy. Apple Pie jumps forward, kicking Sunlay away from her friends. Her Element begins to glow)
Apple- Force!
(She shoots at Sunlay, punching the ground and making the unicorn fly into the air. Blitzes zooms to her, her Element glowing as clouds start surrunding her)
Blitzes- Bravery!
(She spins around Sunlay very fast and blows Sunlay at Sky)
(Sky City glanced around, seeing two poles, she uses her magic and wraps a rope around it. As Sunlay comes flying towards her, she gets tangled in the ropes)
Sky- Inspiration!
(Party Pie hops over, begging to talk about happy things
Party Pie- Don't let darkness grow, just let joy flow!
(Sunlay tries covering her ears)
Sunlay- Shut up! I can't stand this-this-
Party- Joy!
(Her element of harmony glows)
(Galaxy runs forward, her horn glowing with a binding spell)
Galaxy- Magic!
(She binds the shadow magic, putting it back in the alicorn amulet. She then teleports the alicorn amulet to Velvet who quickly deactivates it. Sunlay lays tiredly on ground as Galaxy stares at her with Velvet)
Velvet- Sunlay…why did you do this?
Sunlay- I'm sorry Velvet, I just wanted to be as good as you…envy filled me so much that I went to this extent
Velvet- Its okay, now lets go back to Ponyville where we belong
Sunlay-What about my town?
Double Diamond- Don't wory, I'll take care of it until you return. I may be old but I've been mayor of this place before
Sunlay- Thank you, Diamond
(Galaxy teleports them to Ponyville where Sunlay reunites with herfamily)
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Nightprincessluna
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563043
| 1 |
Original Character,Porn,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Fetish,Gore,Narcotics,Non-consensual,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence
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Self Care Pony
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In the harsh wastelands of Fallout Equestria, only one mare can smoke all the cannabis and force a raider to dress up as Littlepip before becoming deeply confused as he makes out with her hooves. This is her story.
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complete
| 7 | 4 |
<p>White Arc loves Littlepip. She loves Littlepip maybe a little too much. After her settlement captures a raider, she gets an idea to have some fun and save his life by forcing him to cosplay Littlepip. On one of her lazier days while she is eating all the snack cakes and smoking all the weed, this stallion begins to make out with her hooves, which she finds very weird. </p><p>Contains: Hoof Fetish stuff, femdom, raiders dying in the distance, cannabis and a very content mare on a mattress.</p><p>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/>Dedicated to hoof enjoyers and Reddling Rain (Who is a good friend, with this story being a counterpoint to his story which can be found here: <a href="/story/563019/self-harm-pony" rel="nofollow">https://www.fimfiction.net/story/563019/self-harm-pony</a> )<br/>(Death tag is for combat happening in the distance)</p><p>(Buy me a coffee! <a href="https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse" rel="nofollow">https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse</a> )</p>
|
mature
|
2024-08-07T22:45:50+00:00
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2024-08-07T22:45:50+00:00
| 121 |
The end came as many ponies had expected. The balefire bombs had rained down and destroyed everything, sure. But while they were the weapons that had caused the destruction of the world, what had really been the final nail in the coffin was greed. Greed had been the force that had killed the world. Ponies and zebras battling over the dwindling resources, sending their young to rage in battlefields and die in distant places far from home like they were little more then chess pieces.
Worse, they had been convinced that it was a good thing. That it was a good thing to die for the needs of the rich. When the balefire bombs fell, it wasn’t the end of the world, it was merely the final death rattles of a world that had died long ago due to the corruption of greed and wanting.
Still, even with the surface of Equestria being scorched and all the corruption scoured away by magical fire, the world had only almost ended. The survivors had retreated to vast underground stables to hide, and then the survivors had crawled their way out to begin rebuilding the world.
White Arc reflected on this as she smoked one of the fattest blunts she had ever smoked in her life, and the only thing her mind could muster up was a washed out “Wow”. In the world there were many ponies with the potential to be heroes. White Arc wasn’t sure if she was a hero, but she was certainly stoned to high Cloudsdale right about now.
The white mare was currently sat on a battered mattress that was pretty clean despite some fairly suspicious stains she tried not to think about because it was rare to find something even this clean out in the wasteland. She’d dragged the mattress out to the top of the hill and was doing her best to relax. The patch of grass she’d planted it on with some help reminded her of old posters depicting family picnics with happy smiling ponies before the bombs wiped most the grass out.
Here it was sickly and weak, far too spiky to lay in without a mattress, but it was doing its best and she was happy. She had weed, which she’d helped grow herself, she had some snacks, and she had a Littlepip.
It wasn’t THE Littlepip of course, the Light bringer was likely out there fighting some kind of turbo diamond dog with her bare hooves, but it was close enough for her.
“Can I have some?” The Littlepip doppelganger asked from the end of the chain leash he was currently attached to (it was to stop her from running away, because Littlepip didn’t do that).
“Yes, maybe once you are done, now get back to doing sexy lesbian things, Littlepip.”
“My name isn’t Littlepip, it’s Skull Shatter.”
“No it is definitely Littlepip. Now get back to it or you won’t get any weed.”
Littlepip looked around in a confused fashion for a few moments, “What do you mean by sexy lesbian things? I’m a stallion you know.”
White Arc took a long drag from her joint and tried to not cough too hard as the rough smoke burned at her lungs.
“No, you are Littlepip. I don’t know about sexy lesbian things, but Littlepip is a lesbian and that means I have to be a lesbian too. Now get to it, I am trying to relax here.”
Littlepip let out a long sigh, their green eyes fixing on White Arc, before leaning in and starting to gently kiss at her leg. White Arc for her part didn’t react, the black maned mare had lay herself back against the mattress and was being staring off into the distance.
Raiders were a weird bunch, some of them were utterly unhinged and had clearly lost every ounce of common sense, but some of them could still be taught reason. She’d had to club this one several times for trying to poke her with his private parts, but although it had been hard work, he had eventually agreed to play dress up with her, something that made her incredibly happy because she really loved Littlepip and now she had someone to practice on.
Off in the distance, it seemed that something exciting was happening. A lone motorcycle was tearing its way across the dusty landscape below, kicking up a large cloud of dust behind it. The wasteland was all basically a desert, and the lone figure on the bike was really tearing it up.
She had no idea what to make of it, motorcycles were a rare sight as it was, though this was even rarer because it seemed that this figure had several other bikes in pursuit. She had no idea about any of the figures, who was good, who was evil? Maybe they were all just someone in the middle.
Lifting the blunt to her lips again, White Arc made the tip glow a cherry red as the fake Littlepip began to kiss at her hooves, something that gave her pause. The black maned mare exhaled a large cloud of smoke at the mare kissing her hooves.
“That is disgusting, clean them off first or something. I am sure that’s what a lesbian would do.”
She looked behind her and passed the strange pony a bottle of dirty water. It wasn’t good to waste water on washing herself like this, but she didn’t actually know much about lesbians or what they did, but if they went around kissing each other’s hooves then she’d have to keep hers very clean. Or maybe the dirt helped prevent lesbian pregnancy?
White Arc couldn’t be sure, but she passed the Littlepip cosplayer a dirty rag to go with the water regardless, then focused herself back on the horizon. The first figure, the one that had been chased, had climbed off their bike now, and had pulled out a long barreled revolver. They were holding it firmly in their mouth, and even from where she was sitting, she saw the flash of the gun firing, then a moment later she heard the crack that followed.
One of the figures chasing her on a bike suddenly fell off, collapsing and going under the wheels of their own bike, which used them like a ramp to launch itself high into the air.
“Cool.” White Arc commented absentmindedly as she sucked in another cloud of cannabis infused smoke. It was good she didn’t know who the good ponies in this situation were, because the figure with the revolver seemed to be some kind of ultimate killing machine sent down from on high.
Their gun cracked twice more and another figure fell from their bike, before the other two reached them.
Meanwhile, Littlepip was hard at work on her hooves, taking them from their current grey coloration and back to the pristine white color they had started as. She let out a soft sigh, feeling incredibly relaxed between having her hooves washed and the weed. Yeah, she could see how lesbians would like this sort of thing, she was enjoying it for sure, even it was a bit weird.
Three of the figures had dismounted from their bikes and it had turned into a shoot-out now. It was normally the sort of thing that would be horrifying, watching the fight play out before her. Normally the horrors of the wasteland would drag her mood down, but she was so high she felt like she was floating on a cloud and really didn’t care for anything that was happening at the moment.
She stared down between her legs at her black tail, which had two white stripes in it, and at the Littlepip that was currently cleaning her hooves. Their mane was a slightly off shade of brown, not close enough to Littlepip for her liking, but in the wasteland you couldn’t exactly pick and choose, so she had to make do with what she had.
Those green eyes though, they were almost perfect, and they were the reason that when she had seen this raider she’d known almost instantly that she needed to have him for her little project.
“So is this how lesbians make babies? She asked, reaching a hoof down to grab up a pack of snack cakes that she greedily tore open, shoving one of the small cakes into her mouth and munching it down as off in the distance there was the crack of several gunshots going off, the figures firing at each other while hiding behind their bikes.
“No, what are you, stupid you dumb-” Littlepip was cut off from her out of character rant by an intense glare from White Arc, which held a lot of weight despite the fact she was currently blazed out of her mind and had snack cake around her mouth by the fact that she had the leash around one of her front limbs and also controlled whether or not they got to eat.
“I-Ah, I can show you what lesbian sex is like, if you want me to try?”
White Arc gave a slow nod, busy focusing on the fighting that was taking place off in the distance as she stubbed out the remains of her blunt onto the ground before it burned all the way down to her hoof.
“Sure, that does sounds good. I am going to be reading my book though, so no getting any ideas or there will be no weed for you.”
The stallion gave a nod of understanding, gently brushing the cloth around the frogs of her hoof and working his way down her legs. She was busy watching the ultimate badass off in the distance, who had grown tired of cowering behind their bike and had leapt over it, dropping another of their attackers, then dropping the next one with a chop to the neck.
They might have been holding a knife or something because it seemed their attacker wasn’t getting back up. Then it devolved into hoof to hoof combat with the final target. As she shoved another snack cake into her mouth, the stallion was getting to work, trailing his tongue down the inside of her legs and then licking at her private parts.
Normally she would have cut him off with some kind of harsh statement about that being where she peed from, but she was too focused on the fight to stop the weirdo. Littlepip was licking at her private parts, drenching them in saliva and focusing on her fun button, which failed to draw any kind of reaction from her as she lay there in a bored fashion like some kind of overfed house cat.
Off in the distance, the two figures were trading hoof blow after hoof blow, then they got down to wrestling. The ultimate badass got their head smacked into the side of one of the bikes, but thankfully for them they were wearing a motorcycle helmet, and that seemed to absorb most of the impact as they didn’t seem all that phased as they came back up and tried to drag the other pony into a wrestling match.
As this happened, Littlepip, who she was trying not to see as a weird stallion, was currently licking at her naughty parts, something that she refused to acknowledge, instead focusing herself in on the fight.
She could see herself as that pony, as the ultimate badass that could fight several other ponies without so much as a worry. Littlepip would love her for sure then!
The greedy stallion was doing his best to try and distract her from the action it seemed, but nothing could drag her away from the action. His tongue drove forward and lapped over her fun button again and again, but although it certainly made her feel strange, but it wasn’t enough to distract her.
By now the two ponies were rolling around on the floor now, trading blow for blow and really going at it. She wished that she could be strong like that. If she was able to fight several ponies like that, she would be able to be a hero just like Littlepip, and Littlepip would fall in love with her and they’d have lots of lesbian sex.
She had to get stronger. If she was weak going out and fighting like that wouldn’t be a good idea, as she could tell by the fact that the ultimate badass of badassery was currently caving in the other ponies skull with her bare hooves.
Even from this distance she could tell that the scene was about to get grisly, and that drove her attention away and dashed her fantasies. She could never do with the nasty business of killing ponies. It had always been a bit much for her, even if they did deserve it.
Littlepip licking at her pee place wasn’t helping either and she fixed her attention down on them. “Go back to licking at my hooves, that was weird but at least it felt nice. Licking at where I pee from is just odd...”
The pony didn’t respond, glaring up at her briefly before dutifully going back to kissing at her hooves, which were now much cleaner then before so at least the weird Littlepip cosplayer wasn’t getting mouthfuls of dirt with each lick.
When Littlepip did finally meet her, they were going to be really impressed by just how clean her hooves were. Was this what being a lesbian was about? She wanted to ask the Littlepip cosplayer who was currently dragging their tongue around the frogs of her hooves in a hungry fashion, but she didn’t want to ruin her fantasy.
Instead she retrived a second blunt from the pile and a lighter, using a match to ignite it and sucking in the smoke to take all the tension from out of her body.
She wanted to get stronger, she wanted to get more powerful, but unfortunately she also didn’t want to kill ponies, and it was an unfortunate law of the wasteland that it was kill or be killed, and she didn’t like the idea of being murdered either.
She retrieved a battered copy of some old magazine from her pile of treats and briefly examined the cover.
“Cybernetics and you” Was the title, and then below that a subtitle “All the latest on this cutting edge tech.”
She’d seen cybernetics before on some of the traders that had passed through. It was pretty wild that you could replace parts of your Celestia given form with metal when they were destroyed, and she wondered briefly about how wonderful the world must have been before the bombs had fallen and wiped it all away.
Meanwhile, the stallion was really getting into licking at her hooves, to the point that his lips were wrapped firmlu around one of her hooves, suckling on it softly like it was some kind of delicious snack. She really didn’t get it, but as she rolled over to stare up at the slate gray sky while she opened up her magazine, she noticed that her Littlepip cosplayer had a throbbing erection between his legs, completely ruining her fantasy.
A long sigh rolled from her lips. Well her plans were ruined. Another drag of her joint put her in a slightly better mood before she stared at the stallion intently.
“Really? You are totally killing all my enjoyment right now. Put it away, it’s embarrassing! Why is it even out?”
The stallion stared at her sheepishly as a bright red blush rushed to his face. He should feel bad too, his weird stallion urges were totally ruining her fantasies about the light bringer. She wasn’t happy in the slightest.
“C-Can I hump your hooves?” The stallion asked, forcing her to take the deepest hit her lungs could muster, before she blew a thick cloud of smoke towards him.
"Promise to let me cut and dye your mane as soon as we can! If you put in your best effort tomorrow and practice your lines I gave you.... then yes. Just don't distract me from my audiobook."
The stallion nodded eagerly and she considered tugging firmly on the leash that was currently tied halfway up her leg to remind him of his place, but she couldn’t be bothered.
She had smoked one blunt well before this, then one and a half here. They were fat joints too, packed with freshly grown and dried leaves, so she was too high to care about most things at the moment, lifting the magazine to eye level as she sprawled out on her back and did her best to focus on her book and the slate gray sky above.
She really needed to train this pony more, but for now she was content just to stare at the pictures in her magazine and let the weird freak play with her hooves, at least he wasn’t trying to poke her with his private parts like last time.
Instead, he moved her hooves together and then mounted up, pressing his weird stallion stick between them and beginning to move his hips back and forth, thrusting his special parts between her hooves.
She didn’t get it. Did this count as sex? It certainly didn’t count as lesbian sex, which made her feel a bit grumpy, but as long as it was helping her to train the stallion to be better in future, she didn’t much care.
He was making all kinds of soft moaning noises and squeaks, his little face as red as a beat as he recited lines like “I am the Light Bringer, punk.” and “I love being a lesbian. I want to lesbian Princess Celestia” That she was certain Littlepip had said at least once, she didn’t much care.
There was a whole page dedicated to cybernetic eyes that she scanned over. Meanwhile the stallion was busy putting his everything into thrusting between her hooves like he was having the time of her life.
She didn’t understand it, but her hooves were soft compared to most ponies that spent their time trailing and rambling all over the wasteland, and now that they were freshly cleaned they felt like heaven to the ex-raider.
Compared to the fate most raiders met, this was basically raider heaven to him. Sure this mare was weird, but he got food and water, and it beat having to risk his life for food and drink at every turn.
White Arc didn’t care however, the unicorn mare was sprawled out on the dirty mattress with a blunt hanging out of her mouth and her sky blue eyes focused on her magazine, her free hoof occasionally scooping up a snack cake or some other unhealthy foodstuff to stuff into her gob.
Even though she wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to him, the raider didn’t care. His cock was hard and it was getting attention even if he wasn’t, and that was all his brain needed to dump all the endorphins into his blood stream.
It was like he was getting headpats and being told what a good job he was doing by the goddesses themselves. It wasn’t his fault he was made this way, he was programmed with instincts that told him to fuck and fight, and when he did those things everything felt so right.
And now he was feeling even more right then normal, because he hadn’t forced this on anybody. He hadn’t needed to kill to earn this, or fight simply to survive, he just had to follow the instructions this mare gave him and he got everything he ever wanted.
Her soft white hooves felt so good around his throbbing member, thrusting eagerly between them as he quivered and shook. White Arc was still busy lazily scanning through the pages of the magazine as the stallion had the time of his life, turning her frogs inwards and rubbing them along the sides of his length as he lost himself in the silky smoothness of the frogs of her hooves.
His member was now throbbing like crazy, leaking pre all over her hooves as he groaned softly, still muttering Littlepip-esque lines under his breath even though White Arc wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to him at this point, far too busy finishing off the last of her snack cakes and staring blankly at her magazine, her blunt now a third of the length it had started at,.
The Littlepip cosplayer had never felt such smooth hooves in his entire life and gripped both of them around the sides of his length as he lost himself in the motion of his mindless thrusting, tongue lolling out of his mouth like he was some common beast as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching, threatening to overtake him at any moment.
But he didn’t want to. He wasn’t quite fighting it, but he was trying his best to hold on, to enjoy this pleasure for as long as was possible, to enjoy the silky sensation of her soft hooves gliding along his cock, which was now well lubricated with his own fluids, allowing him to glide his dick along her hooves even easier.
And all of this was while White Arc wasn’t even paying the slightest bit of attention to him. He didn’t care, it felt like heaven to fuck her hooves like this and he had to grit his teeth to prevent himself going over the edge.
Alright, at this point he might have been fighting it, feeling her slick frogs rub over every inch of his length and fill him with strange and wonderful sensations was simply too enjoyable however.
The ex-raider knew that when he went over the edge, he was going to go over the edge hard, and he could hardly wait. This felt much better then anything he had done before.
His growls and grunts slowly turned into mewls and squeaks, until he sounded almost exactly like the mare that he was dressed as, and his shaking front limbs were barely able to keep a firm grip on her hooves.
This was it. He felt the soft flesh of her frogs hug around his length one final time, arching his back firmly as an effeminate squeal sounded through the air, and then his member began to excitedly throb, once, twice, pulsing with his life blood before-
Suddenly, the head of his cock flared up, trying and failing to lock him inside of a mare so that he could pump his thick load directly into her womb. It felt like heaven and as his back arched firmly he began to shoot his thick load all over White Arc’s stomach, chest and when he eventually stepped backwards in a dazed fashion, her hooves.
It took his breath away, it stunned his brain. It might have been the best sex that he had ever had in his life. White Arc was still deeply engrossed in her magazine, pausing only after a few moments to stare at the thick ropes of milky white fluid that had been splattered all over her stomach and hooves.
“Ewww, you got your stallion goop all over me. Clean this up right this instant!”
The stallion gave a sheepish smile towards her as he tried to catch his breath, then leaned forward to her hooves and planted a kiss on them, before his tongue spilled forth and began to gather up all his seed.
He swirled it around in his mouth for several moments, then swallowed it, all while White Arc gave him a very concerned look, not sure on what he was doing.
“Good… Littlepip.” She finally concluded, stubbing out the remains of her blunt.
Damn, a joint would be pretty good right now, but he settled for the buttery feeling that had come from the most intense orgasm of his life and moved down to her stomach, trailing his warm tongue along it and gathering up the load that he had spilled all over her, swallowing it down in a sheepish fashion as his owner finished off the last of her snack cakes.
To begin with, he had been convinced that his new life was going to be a nightmare, forced to do terrible things or slowly tortured to death, but he could get used to this. There were far worse fates in the Wasteland then free food and the ability to fuck the softest hooves that he had ever felt.
And so it was the raider from the west was forever changed for the better. A steady diet and a dry hoofjob had been enough to temper the fire in his heart.
After all, dry hoofjob, dry hoofjob from a stoner neet mare never changes.
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Mokoma
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563046
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Aria Blaze,Fluttershy (EqG),Human,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
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Aria's Secret Anger Management Solution
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How do you calm the most hot-headed, hot-tempered, hot-blooded member of the (once) cold-blooded sirens?
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complete
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<p>Aria Blaze is coming home after a very anger-inducing day. Normally, she would vent it out by bullying someone or breaking something. </p><p>There is however another way. </p><p>It requires a sacrifice.</p><p>---</p><p>sleep deprived rushed entry for <a href="/group/216924/the-eqg-anniversary-contests-spring-fling/thread/539825/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest-may-26-august-3-the-rules-and-how-to-enter" rel="nofollow">the 2024 rainbow rocks anniversary shipping contest!</a>d</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-08T00:09:18+00:00
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2024-08-08T00:41:00+00:00
| 168 |
Children hid. Adults shook. The elderly steered clear. Indeed, Aria Blaze was already an intimidating presence, but when she walked down the streets with balled fists and eyes full of fury, one knew not to get into her way. It was a torrent of anger that could not be tamed, at-least not by most. Even her own sisters did not dare argue when she stormed out of the room, her face painted with immense anger the likes of which the world had never seen before.
When she entered the house, she let out an annoyed groan. She slammed the door, took off her jacket, boots, and marched right into the living room.
She had one target. Location, living room. Specifics - on the sofa. Her head locked in, and made a dive for it. That soft mass. The softness and warmth of the one thing that reduced her stress to zero almost immediately. The serendipitous oasis of clarity and calm. The soft mass that supported her head with its sheer welcome-ness and physical comfort.
In short, her happy place.
Meanwhile, Fluttershy tried very hard not to perturb her girlfriend as she rested her head on her lap. If that's the first thing she did after coming home, it must have been serious, she thought.
"...There there." Fluttershy fondly smiled at the girl who rested her head on her lap. "I'm here, I'm here. Bad day at the studio, sweetie?"
"...Uuuuugh. Stupid. They're all so STUPID." Aria cried out, her voice muffled by the softness of Fluttershy's sweater, and her tummy. "Seriously, the techies prepared literally nothing. The instruments weren't tuned. The sound equipment wasn't set up. Literally everything there was placed in some specific way to make me ANGRY. All those singing classes me and my sisters are taking don't make any sense if our microphones are so badly prepared we sound off-key no matter how hard on-key I TRY to get. Is this a prank? Please tell me this is Adagio or Sonata playing a prank on me, babe. I want to know it's just my sisters being idiots and not the universe hand-picking those idiot technicians to put them in the studio."
"Sometimes some people are just...uhm...Are not cut out to be working at the studio."
Aria mumbled further, burying her face deeper in Fluttershy's lap and tummy. "You're telling me. At this rate we'll never make a comeback. We learned how to sing, but apparently we had to learn how to be producers as well..."
Fluttershy had no idea what to say - she wasn't well-versed in the technical side of music-making. However, what she was an expert in, was relaxation. Her fingers expertly and gently glided and petted along Aria's face, her warm hand caressing her cheek and head, like silk running along her very soul.
"It's okay. You'll do it, Aria. I know you can. You'll get through all the obstacles you face. For now you just need to rest. Let me help you, okay?"
"...Thanks, Flutters." Aria let out a big groan, tired after having exerted herself marching so angrily through the town, on the brink of breaking something or hurting someone. But no - now the white-hot flame was being extinguished, replaced by a loving warmth.
"...Did I ever tell you that you have the patience of a saint to put up with me?" Aria muttered.
"Please don't say that." Fluttershy cupped one of Aria's cheeks, allowing the softness of her palm to cushion the side of her face. "I'm not putting up with you. I love spending every moment with you, dear."
"...Even if I get so angry that I act like a wolverine?"
"I've had to calm two wolverines who were pretty...cranky." Fluttershy giggled. "Those two mittens were the only thing that let me walk out of there without a scratch. So no, Aria - sorry if it bursts your bubble, but you don't really match a wolverine."
"...You still have an angel's patience."
"...Uhm, wasn't that, uh...what you named that song you wrote last week? The one you were supposed to record to--"
Aria pulled away slightly from Fluttershy's softness to look up at her and make eye contact. The siren had no idea what to say, but she needed to change the topic fast. "H-Hey, tell me this, in what kinda situation did you have to be in to have to calm two entire wolve--"
It all coaxed an endeared laugh from Fluttershy, who instead of pressing further, merely continued to pet and stroke her girlfriend's hair, all while she laid on her side, facing her, and allowing her to be enveloped in her softness. "Aria? Get some rest please? For my sake?"
"...Y-Yeah, I guess I will." Aria yawned cutely, and let out a soft sigh.
The dragon of fury, the titan of hate, and the tsunami of upset-ed-ness, was now a young adult girl that was curled up on the sofa with her lover.
Soon, the soft sound of snoring filled the room. Fluttershy smiled, her fingers running through the fiery siren's hair even then. Siren...Fluttershy knew well who she was dating. But she could forgive...Especially when it seemed that this whole relationship was doing wonders to Aria's mental health. Yet, to Fluttershy, it was never a duty. It just so happened that she was happily in love with someone who was happily in love with her.
Kindness made Fluttershy feel good - but when that kindness was directed right at the love of her life, when she could show Aria how much she cherished her, it left the pegasus with a red-hot face, full of excitement. Excitement for the future and the days to come, together with Aria Blaze...Once a storm of fire, now a warm flame that has found its purpose in life.
Only issue was, that consoling her love and helping her relax and fall asleep came at a great cost. A sacrifice.
Fluttershy would now need to spend a long while sitting on the couch and absolutely not moving as her lover's head softly rested on her lap.
Submitting to her fate, Fluttershy merely hung her head back, and closed her eyes.
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Serene Wish
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563048
| 1 |
Griffons,Original Character,Other,Alternate Universe,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Wrong(?) Pony for the Job
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A unicorn psychologist confronts his daughter's deeply personal and disturbing story, trying to help her cope with dark memories. But will he be able to cope with himself?
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complete
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<p>A unicorn psychologist confronts his daughter's deeply personal and disturbing story, trying to help her cope with dark memories. But will he be able to cope with himself?</p><hr/><p>This story is written for <a href="/group/215333/beans-writing-group/thread/541572/the-new-blood-contest-second-edition" rel="nofollow">The "New Blood" contest: Second Edition</a>. And I’m the thirteenth contestant. Lucky, lucky me.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-08T00:55:39+00:00
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2024-08-08T01:05:23+00:00
| 132 |
In Canterlot, in a modest and cozy little house on a quiet street, lived a lonely unicorn. His home stood out from the others with its old-fashioned appearance: weathered but neatly painted shutters, a small garden filled with flowers that he lovingly tended, and a carved wooden porch leading to a massive oak door.
Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting: the floorboards creaked underhoof, the scents of freshly baked bread and herbal tea filled the air, and old family photographs and landscape paintings of Equestria adorned the walls.
The unicorn was known among the locals as a talented psychologist. But today, his concerns were far from work.
He stood in the kitchen, meticulously preparing the ingredients for lunch. With nimble movements, he chopped fresh vegetables, ensuring that each piece was perfectly even. The water in the kettle began to whisper softly as he added fragrant herbs to the clay teapot. A light breeze from the open window played with the curtains, bringing with it the scents of the blooming garden and the gentle sounds of the city.
Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. It seemed to him that the sound was coming from afar, as if from another world, but he knew it was reality. Leaving his tasks behind, he made his way to the front door, thoughts flitting through his mind about who could be visiting at such an early hour.
Upon opening the door, he found a young filly with a cream-colored coat, green eyes, and a pale orange mane standing before him. A simple fabric bag hung around her neck, quite worn from time and frequent use.
The unicorn tilted his head with exaggerated reproach as he looked at her. It seemed somepony had forgotten their keys again. But the reproachful look disappeared as quickly as it had come—he simply couldn’t stay angry with her.
“You’re here early,” he said with a wide smile, stepping aside to let the filly in.
“I got out early,” she shrugged, making her way to the couch. “Is that a problem?”
“Maybe…” the unicorn mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully with his hoof. “Lunch isn’t ready yet.”
“I’m not hungry,” the filly shook her head and, dropping her bag, leaped onto the couch, stretching out with an air of complete relaxation.
Her tail hung neatly on the floor, and her eyes scanned the room with interest.
The unicorn cast a keen glance at the filly but said nothing and went back to the kitchen. Something was clearly bothering his daughter, even if she was hiding it well, but jumping straight into questioning was clearly a bad idea. It was best to let her unwind from school a bit, relax, and acclimate to the new surroundings. Once he finished chopping the vegetables, he tossed them into a pot and turned down the heat, letting them simmer.
Now it was time to talk.
The unicorn returned to the room, carrying two cups of fragrant tea. He set one cup on the table in front of the filly and comfortably settled onto a small couch opposite her, placing a pillow under his side.
“So, how was your day, sweetheart?” he asked gently, taking a small sip of tea.
“It was the same as usual,” the filly sighed, as if she had already prepared her answer. “A lot of paperwork.”
The unicorn mentally chuckled. Did she think she could brush him off with such a short answer?
“But there was something good, right?” he gently probed. “What stood out to you?”
“Well…” the filly began thoughtfully, trying to formulate her thoughts. “I made a friend. It seems your advice really worked.”
The unicorn nodded in satisfaction. Of course, his advice worked; he made a living from it.
The light smile that flickered on the filly’s slightly brightened face instantly warmed the unicorn's heart.
“Tell me about her,” the unicorn suggested, his voice warm and interested.
They began to talk, discussing how her day went.
The filly shared little details, mentioning how she met her new friend. They walked through the park together, enjoying the sunny day. They stumbled upon a street musician and decided to listen to him play. The music was so captivating that they couldn’t bring themselves to leave. They even struck up a conversation with the musician, learning a few interesting facts about his life and craft. Although there was a bit of an awkward moment when...
The unicorn laughed and joked, enjoying these moments of carefree conversation. He listened attentively and shared funny stories from his past, making her laugh even more.
The filly mentioned how much she liked the new bookstore she had stumbled upon on one of the streets of Canterlot. It had a cozy atmosphere, the smell of old books, and a friendly clerk who recommended her a few interesting new releases. She bought a couple of books and planned to return next week to chat with the clerk again and find something new to read.
The unicorn listened to her stories with delight, feeling his heart fill with warmth and pride. He knew how important it was for her to find her place in this world and to feel support and understanding.
Time flew by unnoticed, and he was pleased to see her relaxing and becoming more open.
The unicorn glanced at the considerably relaxed filly, who was contentedly finishing her fragrant tea, and realized it was time to bring up the main topic.
“It seems like things are getting better for you,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm and encouraging. “Was there anything bad in today’s day?”
The filly froze with her cup suspended in the air. Pressing her lips together, she set the cup down on the table and stared off into space for a moment, her gaze wandering around the room but seeming to focus on nothing in particular.
The unicorn didn’t rush her and patiently waited for a response.
“I was thinking about that incident again,” the filly replied reluctantly, her eyes boring into the couch. “I… it just washes over me, and I go back to that day. I don’t know if I can let it go…”
The unicorn squinted, and alarm bells rang in his head—this choice of words… And why did she say it as if she had already talked to him about it? He couldn’t have forgotten something so serious, could he? The unicorn’s mind creaked under the strain as he quickly ran through the last few days in search of clues.
“Here, I even drew it,” the filly sighed, reaching for her bag. “I was just sitting and mindlessly doodling on paper. I don’t even know how it turned out.”
Using telekinesis, the unicorn took the piece of paper and nervously stared at the drawing, releasing a mental sigh of relief a moment later—it depicted some griffin bullies tearing apart a family of plush bears that he had given her for New Year’s. It was a little troubling, but not as dark as the images his imagination had conjured up.
Glancing at the downcast filly with a dazed expression, the unicorn gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to hug her and reassure her. He was a professional, and while it was a bit sad, he didn’t want her to become dependent on him. He only wanted the best for his daughter so that she could grow up to be a strong and brave mare.
Hugs could wait—he needed to deal with what might become a psychological trauma in the future. Tomorrow, he would go to the school to find out what the heck was going on there and where the teachers were looking.
“If they can’t handle this, then I’ll take care of it myself,” the unicorn thought, narrowing his eyes.
First, he needed to find out her “point of focus” and start working with it.
“When you think about that incident, what’s the first thing that comes to your mind?” the unicorn asked calmly, not allowing her to close off in her thoughts.
“I see a griffin,” the filly replied unexpectedly in a steady voice, raising her eyes. “He’s standing over them, and his claws… are on them…”
“What did you feel at that moment?” the unicorn changed the subject, seeing that it was hard for her to talk about it.
“Fear and… helplessness,” the filly said, her lips trembling, her voice soft and uncertain.
The unicorn’s heart ached at the expression on his daughter’s face. He had to heal her soul and heart, doing everything possible to help her find peace again. Seeing her suffering, he felt a sharp pain as if her fears and pains had been transferred to him.
The unicorn understood that he needed to act carefully.
He stood up and moved closer to her, trying to create an atmosphere of trust and safety. Slowly, so as not to startle her, he began to speak in a soft but confident tone, guiding her through those painful memories.
“You’re safe here, next to me,” he started, maintaining eye contact. “Try to close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Inhale… exhale… Slowly, deeply. Imagine that you’re in a place where you feel good and calm.”
The filly obediently closed her eyes, her breathing becoming more even. The unicorn continued, using visualization techniques to help her distract from the unpleasant memories.
“Imagine that you’re by the shore of a quiet lake. The water is calm, and there’s a green forest around you. You can hear the birds singing, feel a gentle breeze on your fur. This is your safe place. You can return here every time you feel anxious.”
He gave her a few moments to fully immerse herself in this picture. Then, seeing that the filly had relaxed a little, he began to gently steer the conversation back to the topic, helping her cope with her emotions.
“When you think about that incident, try to focus on what you could have done differently to feel less helpless,” the unicorn suggested, trying to direct her thoughts in a constructive way. “You’re here now; you’re strong. Let’s find a way for you to manage these feelings in the future.”
The filly took a deep breath, trying to follow his advice. The unicorn continued to work with her softly but persistently, helping her break her fears down into small, manageable parts. He suggested that she write down her thoughts and feelings to better understand what exactly triggered her fears and how she could deal with them.
“It’s important to remember that you’re not alone in this,” he added, his voice gentle but confident, trying to instill in her a sense of support. “You have friends, you have me. You can always reach out for support. It’s important not to shut yourself away but to share your feelings.”
Gradually, the filly began to open up more, sharing her experiences and fears. The unicorn listened attentively, encouraging her and offering various techniques for managing anxiety, such as breathing exercises and meditation. It was important to him that she felt supported and cared for, and he was ready to do everything he could to help her find inner peace and strength to overcome her fears.
Before he knew it, he had already conducted a full therapy session with her. He didn’t even realize how it had happened. His thoughts were torn between professionalism and his feelings as a father, and at some point, he just switched off and began to operate on autopilot. Apparently, this is what they call professional deformation.
Looking at the peaceful filly on the couch, he nodded with satisfaction—soon everything would be alright with her. The unicorn's nose twitched as he caught the scent of the vegetable stew he had completely forgotten about. Sniffing carefully, he let out a relieved sigh—it seemed it hadn’t burned.
“Lunch is ready,” the unicorn said, trying to mask his inner worry. “Are you hungry now?”
The filly blinked, looked at the unicorn, and smiled while shaking her head.
“I think I’ll go,” she said in a deeper voice as she rose from the couch. “I was invited to a game night, and now I feel like I want to go.”
“...What?” flashed through the unicorn’s mind, frozen in shock.
What’s happening?
In the next moment, a sharp pain pierced his head, and everything around him began to blur. He felt the world collapsing around him, like an illusion he had created himself.
“I promise, next time I’ll definitely try your stew, if, of course, the offer still stands,” laughed the stallion, who had stopped in the doorway. “And… you’re really an excellent psychologist. Same time next week?”
Turning his head, the unicorn saw a slender gray pegasus with bags under his eyes, waiting expectantly for him. The unicorn stared blankly at him, completely dazed. His head jerked from a nervous twitch, and the pegasus took it as a nod.
Smiling, he gave a slight bow and left the house. He was already used to all sorts of oddities during these sessions—this unicorn could be a bit eccentric, but he was truly a top-notch professional. After just a few sessions, Moonlight was already feeling much better.
As the stallion closed the door behind him, he stepped outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. A light smile crossed his lips—today he was going to have a great time with his friends.
The unicorn jolted at the sound of the door slamming shut, breaking him out of his trance. He jumped up from the couch and rushed to the hallway, but froze before the table when his gaze caught on a drawing lying next to a mug.
Picking up the drawing, the unicorn’s eyes widened in shock, and the piece of paper slipped from his telekinesis—instead of plush bears, it depicted a brutal scene of slaughter against a family of pegasi.
The unicorn stepped back, his heart racing. Then his gaze noticed something under the cushion. Throwing the cushion aside, he picked up a notebook and scanned the open page: Moonlight Song... 26 years old... severe anxiety disorder... in the past... post-traumatic stress disorder... at age 12... drug trafficking gang... only he survived…
Throwing the notebook aside, the unicorn began to breathe heavily, feeling the onset of a panic attack. Suddenly, a thought pierced his mind, overpowering even his fear: Glimmer Hope… where is his daughter?
“Glimmer!” the unicorn shouted, starting to dart around the house, but she did not respond.
He ran upstairs and burst into her room. His gaze quickly swept the space, and in the next moment, he froze, staring with a glassy gaze at the table by the bed—a frame wrapped in black ribbon stood surrounded by flowers, displaying a photo of the filly.
“No…” the unicorn whispered, collapsing to the floor.
He felt the entire world slipping away from beneath his hooves, a bottomless void opening in his chest.
“No, no, no, no!” his voice grew desperate and hoarse, filled with immeasurable pain and despair.
His hooves began to scrape against the polished floor as he struggled to crawl backward. His mind reached a critical point; unbearable pain pierced his heart and mind, and in the next moment, everything in front of his eyes began to blur.
The unicorn stood in the hallway for a while, staring blankly at the wall.
Suddenly, his ear twitched as there was a knock on the door.
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563051
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Changelings,Main 6,Zephyr Breeze,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CEC-Impersonation Report: Zephyr Breeze.
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A changeling operative impersonates Zephyr Breeze for a day in an attempt to monitor the Elements of Harmony, it goes poorly. Here is their results from the day organized into a report.
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<p>The CEC otherwise known as the Changeling Espionage Core, is a espionage organization. that has been founded by Queen Chrysalis herself as a way to monitor her enemies and to keep track of them. With one of their highest priorities to find a way to monitor the Elements of Harmony without risk to the changeling race.<br/>So in response the CEC has prowled through the Element's familial line for an identity that they can use to impersonate them and have found someone that they believe they can use, Zephyr Breeze. Someone that they believe if impersonated can allow them to achieve their set upon design. <br/>This story a report following a mission given by the CEC to one of their operatives to see what information while impersonating Zephyr Breeze. A mission that goes very poorly to say the least. </p><p>---<br/>Written for the <a href="/group/215333/beans-writing-group" rel="nofollow">The "New Blood" contest: Second Edition! </a>Bonus tags for this are: <br/>-No Dialogue<br/>-Experiment with the form. <br/>Prompt was: The wrong pony for the job.<br/>(Grammarly has been used to spell check for this fiction.)</p>
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2024-08-08T01:43:38+00:00
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2024-08-08T02:00:21+00:00
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CEC (Changeling Espionage Core) Post-mission Report
Identification Tag for File: 15810-A
Reply to: Mission Number: 459a, “Zephyr Breeze”
Writer: Operative 105-B who performed the operation that this report is based upon. Operative was selected for this report for their meritorious service record in impersonating various key officials in Canterlot and 10 years of service with a low percentage of failure for their impersonation operations.
Mission Statement: A changeling operative is ordered to capture the target, pod them in a capsule for love harvesting, and assume their identity. Once they are done they are to move to Pony-Ville where they are to interact with each of the elements of harmony, gauge their relationship status to the target, and when completed report back. No overt actions such as overt love harvesting, podding, or similar are to be attempted during this mission as its sole purpose is for information gathering only.
Target: Target is known as Zephyr Breeze, the younger brother of Fluttershy who is the current bearer of the Element of Kindness. They live alone within a slum apartment in Cloudsdale, are currently unemployed, and are known to interact with the Element of Kindness on a weekly basis.
Reason for why this mission was performed and the target was selected: Due to the target’s close familial status to the element of kindness, their possible close relationship to the other elements, and being a civilian they are a prime target for the organization, any information relating to them so that an operative may be able to impersonate that would be seen as invaluable to the CEC.
Initial Stage of the Operation: The initial stage of the operation, the capture of Zephyr Breeze, went smoothly. Target was successfully coerced at a club they frequent by the operative in the form of an interested suitress to make their way into their home. In response, the target met the operative's persona with confusion and timidness showing a lack of experience in intimate relationships as they began to stutter, blush, and even questioned the bartender if the operative was referring to them.
Regardless the target was successfully coerced by the operative and they were led to their apartment home. From there the target was overpowered by the operative, podded, monitored for the love they produce, and hidden away to not alert any individuals. Strangely enough, meeting with the target and coercing them into their gathered suspicion from neighbors was alleviated when the illusion of the operative’s suitress persona running off into the night while screaming was produced. An act that was strangely met with widespread approval by witnesses.
Yield: Target’s yield in love while podded was 200LmL’s, Love Milliliters, less than a fifth of the average amount of love that a pony can produce while podded. Something that suggests the target has either a fragile state of mind such as an inferiority complex or a habit of mental regression, or is heavily malnourished. Evidence suggests the latter due to their physical structure and a page from a health magazine pinned on the wall explaining to readers how to follow a starvation diet.
While the previously recorded amount is still sufficient to maintain a few changelings, it is not nearly enough to warrant the target being targeted for podding other than for the explicit purpose of impersonation. Advisory for this target to be classified as ‘Love-Minoris’ for the love they give off through podding is recommended by the operative to the CEC.
Movement Details: With the target podded, the operative attempted to board a public train to meet with their relative the element of kindness. However, due to the target’s financial nature which was not known before the operation was conducted, the operative was intercepted by debt collectors before they could leave town based on them running away from their debts. Funds from the operative's resources were procured to satisfy and which was met with suspicion from the debt collectors due to the target having an established history of having little to no funds. A cover story of the target getting an early letter from their parents was able to cover this up however allowing the operative to board the train onto the element of harmony’s town Pony-Ville to complete the next stage of the operation.
Operative Notes: Target seems to be currently known to be in heavy debt with various minor criminal organizations local to their area, gambling houses, and their landlord. Third-party assets may be able to relieve this but will place the target under suspicion due to their history of unemployment and is thus not recommended by the operative for any future operations.
Procedure One: Attempt to gain access to the Element of Kindness's home, establish contact while in the guise of the target, and survey the area. Love harvesting through a passive method to gauge the amount of familial love that the Element of Kindness may have toward the target is permitted.
Movement Details: The operative maintained the persona of the target and maneuvered through the town on hoof. Flight and wing use was kept at a minimum due to the target’s observed history of preferring to walk, a habit they seem to share with their sister.
Operative Notes: For the sake of readability, this movement detail will be presumed for any procedures from here on out for the operation and will not be included in this document.
Results: Once in position operative 105-B, was able to maneuver to meet up with the target’s relative. However, due to the target's established history, any sincere movements to meet up with the element of kindness were met with reluctance and apathy. With the element of kindness stating that they will not provide another loan to the target until they have paid it back.
An appeal to family relations was made to the Element of Kindness with the pretense of merely wanting to talk to them but was was dismissed due to target's history with the Element of Kindness. Afterward, a motion to pay back the loan was attempted through the operative's assets but was met with extreme suspicion by the element of kindness. With them stating the target’s reluctance to work along with their unemployed status in response to the appeal.
However thanks to a repeated and sincere appeal to the Element of Kindness's nature and the current possession of funds the Element of Kindness allowed the operative access within their home for lunch. During this, the operative was closely monitored by the local fauna along with the Element of Kindness themselves. During this passive love harvesting methods only yielded minimum results with the main emotions for the target from The Element of Kindness being only pity and mild abhorrence.
Regardless, a conversation eventually ensued over a light meal with the Element of Kindness wondering why the operative had come to meet with them, citing a history of a tenuous relationship and history and the target only interacting with their family members to replenish their funds. Acts of which the Element of Kindness noted to be ordinary and any deviation from them to be extremely strange.
In response, an excuse was given by the operative citing a feeling of guilt and a wish to make amends towards any past wrongdoings. An act that only seemed to make the Element of Kindness grow even more suspicious towards the operative with them citing that they thought they never felt guilt before for their previous actions. Seeing where this was going the operative then made an excuse to leave which they were permitted to do before they made their way to the next procedure as described in this document.
Procedure Notes: It seems that the target’s relationship with their family members is tenuous and strained with the target having a history of petty theft, debt to their family members, and harassment of them for financial or emotional gain. Any monitoring operations on the Element of Kindness will be met with extreme suspicion due to the target’s history, and any formal or overt attempts to remedy this will be met with a similar fate. Due to this failure is expected for any operations that deviate from the target’s apparent nature when exploiting their relationship with the element of kindness, caution is highly advised from here on out for any operations with the target.
Procedure Two: Survey the Princess of Magic’s relationship with the target through the impersonation of the target. A risky maneuver and one that would normally be prohibited by the organization due to the risk that it would have, but due to the circumstances of this operation and the potential benefit gained from it, it was sanctioned.
Results: The operative attempted to move from the Element of Kindness’s house to the Princess of Magic’s castle. However, when doing so the operative was stopped by guards citing that the operative’s persona was currently prohibited from entering the castle due to overdue fees from the Equestrian Library Network, fines for tampering with castle equipment, or moving into restricted areas when the target was bored, and an invoice from the Princess of Magic’s assistant due to a past incident. The former fines were high enough to exceed the operative's ability to pay even with the standard kit provided to operatives on the field for bribing public officials.
The invoice also came with a formal request and prepared letter written by the Princess of Magic to not speak with her and any access to the castle, her library, and the Equestrian Library institution will be prohibited until the invoice has been paid and a public apology submitted. That and an amendment that declared that any violations of the law within the Princess of Magic’s grounds would be prosecuted to the highest degree.
In response to this, the operative left the Princess of Magic’s castle grounds with an apology to the guards before doing so an act that seemed only to attract their attention and suspicion from them. Noticing this the operative then hid for a short period to ensure that they would not be followed before resuming the operation.
Procedure Notes: It seems that even apologizing to an individual in the guise of the target is something that draws suspicion. This will have to be noted for any future operations.
Procedure Three: Survey of the Element of Generosity's relationship with the target.
Results: Procedure inconclusive. When the operative attempted to move to the Element of Generosity's shop, The Carousel Boutique, they were quickly escorted out by the element themselves. With them stating that they would not take any chances with the target after what had happened in a previous incident.
In response the operatives allowed themselves to be escorted which attracted the element of generosity's attention which caused them to close shop and monitor them through a set of blinds before they left.
Procedure Notes: None to be stated at this time, the results speak for themselves. Any contact with the Element of Generosity will be met with extreme apprehension and hesitation.
Procedure Four: Survey of the Element of Honesty’s relationship with the target.
Results: Results inconclusive. During movement to attempt the procedure, the operative was intercepted by the Elements of Harmony led by the element of Kindness and was apprehended by them. With the operatives' disguise falling in the process and revealing their true nature. Operative from there was escorted by the Elements of Harmony to a nearby prison to await sentencing.
However, during the course of their transportation, the element's movements slowly became ever more hesitant and slow. The source of this hesitation was revealed when the Element of Loyalty asked their fellow members who would be freeing the target after the operative was imprisoned. A question that revealed feelings of uncertainty, doubt, and mild disgust from their fellow members.
From that point forward the elements stopped transporting the operative and began to argue amongst themselves to see who would be freeing the target. With each one raising a past event that the target was involved with them that would warrant them from being excused during this. All the while electing another to have the opportunity to free the target. An offer that they all adamantly refused.
So seeing a chance to escape during the course of this event the operative did so and fled the scene. While the elements did pursue the operative for a short period of time, they were abnormally slow during the course of this and only did so until the operative reached the edge of town.
When the operatives eventually reached the outskirts the elements were noted to be shaking their hooves at the target before breathing a sigh of relief and making their way back to resume their daily lives. From there the operative made their escape and returned to the hive to transcribe this message.
Procedure Notes: None to be made at this time, but the operative notes that this will most likely be a repeatable event for any operatives caught while impersonating the target. Impersonated targets after all have to be freed eventually if they are podded and thus most likely be seen as a savior to whoever is saving them. A status that the operative guesses is one that any creature would not want to have.
Concluding Thoughts: The operative would wish the chance to express their thoughts in that while the target themselves is potentially strategically valuable, this is only in the variable of them not being in the state that they are in. Because as they are now any movements or expressions that are out of line for the target would be considered immediately suspicious. Something that this agent would like to remind the CEC to be something that an operative would wish to avoid.
Moving on, while the target does possess a history with the Elements of Harmony, it is entirely negative. As it is, any espionage movements by an operative disguised as the target would most likely be perceived and dealt with appropriately. Any attempts to converse with the elements outside of the element of kindness are most likely to be immediately denied.
A way to remedy this would be through an extensive and lengthy rehabilitation program that is owned by the organization so that the target pays off the debt that they have with anyone that they are indebted to, rebuilds the trust that they have with the Elements of Harmony along with anyone that is around them, improve their demeanor and nature to be a more socially acceptable one, and eventually made into a collaborator for the CEC. An action that the operatives estimate to be highly costly in both time and patience to the organization and thus highly discouraged by them. Instead, it is suggested by the operative for the target to be freed from their pod, subjected to a grade-1 mind cleansing session so that they are not aware of the CEC’s actions on them, and let go to resume their daily lives. An action that is frowned upon by the CEC but that which this operative highly suggests to be done.
Because the target, Zephyr Breeze, is in a state that marks them to be both the most valuable target to our organization while also being the least valuable one as well. With the only way to remedy their flaws as an asset through an extensive process that could potentially take years with little to no benefit to the CEC while being extremely costly. Emphasis is placed on this due to the knowledge of this report being presented to Queen Chrysalis in the upcoming quarter report and her tendency to pursue all possible leads on the Elements of Harmony with extreme pressure and little hesitation. Because if she does then may the gatherer have mercy upon us all and our budget as we will need to reform ourselves into a rehabilitation program for one individual.
Written kindly and with extreme caution and hesitation,
Operative 105-B
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Bon-Bon,Lyra,Drama,Romance,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
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Lyra knows that Canterlot High isn't a normal school. It must be under some secret government mind ray or something, because what else would explain how nobody ever freaks out about the magic stuff?
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<h3>shortdesc</h3><p>Lyra knows that Canterlot High isn't a normal school. It must be under some secret government mind ray or something, because what else would explain how nobody ever freaks out about the magic stuff?</p><h3>info</h3><p>written for the <a href="/group/216924/the-eqg-anniversary-contests-spring-fling/thread/539825/the-rainbow-rocks-10th-anniversary-shipping-contest-may-26-august-3-the-rules-and-how-to-enter" rel="nofollow">Rainbow Rocks 10th Anniversary Shipping Contest</a>!</p><p>my greatest of thanks to the greatest of <a href="/user/1400/FanOfMostEverything" rel="nofollow">FanOfMostEverything</a>s for feedback on an early draft</p>
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2024-08-08T03:36:20+00:00
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2024-08-08T03:36:20+00:00
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I remember the day that I first met Bon Bon in eighth grade. I remember it really well, because Bon Bon and I have this thing where she asks if I remember that day and I tell her the same story about it that I told her a million times already on top of her having literally been there and she just closes her eyes and listens and smiles and it’s nice, you know?
She’d just transferred to our middle school, and was sitting alone in the cafeteria at lunch when I came up to her table and showed her this really weird bug I found. But she didn’t react like most other girls did. She didn’t even flinch. She just kept chewing her sandwich and looked at the weird bug with a slight, curious smile.
She started musing about how the hairs on its legs would make sense as a way to protect its eggs as it crawled around the short grasses that are so common around here, which I thought was so cool! I just liked weird bugs because they looked weird, and never thought those weird things could have a reason for being.
And that was so exciting for me! I actually wasn’t that great at having friends back then because all I’d do was talk excitedly about the things that interested me and now I realize that yeah, duh, of course I wasn’t going to have many friends if I kept acting that way! But that didn’t seem to matter to Bon Bon. Even if I wanted to just blather about a random HayTube video that she’d never seen, she’d always respond with that slight, curious smile, and just ask me more about it.
We became pretty inseparable pretty quickly! We took practically every class and elective together, and on top of that would hang out after school a lot, too! Usually at my place because it’s pretty chill there and my parents love her. I mean, not that Bon Bon’s place is weird or anything. I’ve met her foster parents, they’re nice! But Bon Bon always said it felt more like living with a teacher than living with parents, and I saw what she meant! I mean, I still don’t know what happened to her original parents. She never talked about them or even anything about her life before the eighth grade, ever. She always said it’s something she gets sad thinking about, so I never pried. I wouldn’t even know what to say anyway, since I’ve never experienced anything as sad as that.
And I kinda hate to say it, but there was something it took me a bit to realize. Whenever we’d hang out, it would always be doing what I wanted to do. Whenever we’d pick a movie to go to or a TV show to watch or what music to put on, Bon Bon would always just go along with what I chose. We were in every class and elective together because she would always just pick the same ones I picked, and it never seemed strange because no matter what it was that I was interested in, she always seemed to match my excitement for it. No wonder I loved hanging out with her so much when I was thirteen. She was the kind of best friend I could only dream of!
It took me a couple years of growing up to realize that I had no idea what something that’s “Bon Bon” and not “Lyra” would even be, and how weird that was for someone I spent almost all my time with.
I have a theory about people. It’s that we all have a finite amount of mental energy, so if we have some obsession that we’re really focusing on, we’re not going to fully be there for the other parts of our lives. Rainbow Dash has her sports, Flash Sentry has his music, and I have my own thing, too. That’s why I’m so forgetful about stuff around school. It’s actually Bon Bon that has to remind me all the time about tests and assignments and stuff.
But it’s not like school stuff is that thing for Bon Bon. She’s a B student in all her classes, even though she’s super smart, and when she gets her papers back I always see her nodding along with that little smile at each of the red marks, like she expected them to be there. Again, she’s like, super smart, and I literally spend half of every day with her, and I have no idea what it is that drives her, but there has to be some special thing, right?
I know there has to be a special thing, because I have one, and that’s noticing that something’s really strange about Canterlot High. I don’t even remember what it was that got me to start being suspicious, but it’s something I’ve been keeping track of ever since sophomore year. And once I was suspicious, there were just a lot of strange little things to find out about all over the place.
Like how Ms. Cheerilee should really be called Dr. Cheerilee, because she started her career getting a Ph.D. in Mathematics from one of the top universities in the world. But she’s never mentioned that even once. When I brought this up to my dad, all he said was that he was glad one of my teachers was not only so brilliant, but humble, too.
And that wouldn’t be too weird by itself, but a lot of our teachers are like that, working for fancy universities and research labs until all of a sudden they decided to stop publishing and start teaching high school instead. And it’s not just the teachers. Dr. Dreams was the youngest-ever winner of the Harmony Award in Psychology, which I guess is a super big deal to those guys? But now he’s just the school psychologist for Canterlot High. All of these people somehow all ended up in this same school, and all within the last five years, starting when Principal Celestia took over.
For most of them, it’s even the first school they’ve ever taught at! And the ones who had taught at previous schools? All of them were schools where there had been some freak accident or tragedy during their time there. A gas main explosion or a sinkhole collapse that killed dozens of students. It makes a lot of sense for a teacher to want to transfer schools after something like that, but how did so many of them end up here?
And there were other little things. Like how the vending machines at school seemed a little bigger than the ones you see in other places, and how the company that changes them didn’t seem to actually exist in anything I could find. Or how once in a while, the statue in the courtyard in front of the school would seem to glow.
Or how once, when I was getting something for the Music Club in the school basement, I could swear that I heard voices coming out from one of the vents. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, so I kneeled down next to the vent to get closer, and then all of a sudden one of the voices sounded panicked for a second before suddenly stopping.
So, yeah, it was always little things like that which never really added up to anything. And of course, I wasn’t crazy. I knew that not everything I noticed was a sign of something going on at Canterlot High. Some of them were bound to be the kind of weird little quirk that every ordinary high school had, like how we have six Fall Formals a year even though Fall only happens once so that totally makes no sense at all.
Except I guess it turned out that the Fall Formal thing was important, because at one of those Fall Formals, I saw Sunset Shimmer turn into a magical demon in the middle of the courtyard, rip away the front wall of the school, mind-control the students at the dance, then get hit by a rainbow energy beam that left a smoking crater on the ground.
And yeah, I freaked out a lot about all that happening, so much so that a lot of my memories around it are kind of a blur. But what freaked me out even worse was what happened after. It was how everyone at school talked about it.
I wasn’t actually at the Fall Formal when all that happened. Bon Bon and I were in the library, taking a break from the crowd, so I saw it all through a second-story window, and had to find out the details from just hanging out with other students when they talked about it. That’s how I learned that Sunset Shimmer mind-controlled them with magic and ranted about using them as an army to conquer another world, and how that weird new kid was actually a magical princess from that world who was determined to stop her, and how the portal to said world was the statue right in the middle of the school courtyard the whole entire time. And everyone just laughed about how they always knew Sunset was a bully and how they were glad she got what was coming to her. Then the conversation moved on to how hard the upcoming math test was going to be and if Taco Tuesday was going to happen at the cafeteria next week.
Now that freaked me out. That nobody else was freaking out about it. And it was like that for all of the other crazy magic stuff that kept happening at Canterlot High. Those new kids that almost won the Battle of the Bands turned out to be weird magical dragon creature things that mind-controlled the school, and all anyone could talk about was how the song the Rainbooms put on just proved that Sunset Shimmer was a good person after all. The human version of that Twilight Sparkle girl (isn’t it crazy even just saying that?) turned twelve feet tall and started opening portals all over the school courtyard during the Friendship Games, and all anyone seemed to feel was excitement about not losing to Crystal Prep. Everyone saw the owner of Camp Everfree fight Sunset and her friends using literal magic superpowers, and the only thing that seemed to matter right after was how to hold a gala to raise a few bucks to save it as a summer camp.
And that’s how it all clicked for me. All the weird little things I noticed about Canterlot High started to add up. It isn’t a normal school. It’s a secret government facility meant to keep track of all this weird magic stuff that they knew was going to happen here because of the portal. And the whole school must be under some secret government mind ray or experimental social conditioning or something, because what else would explain how nobody else ever freaks out about it?
And whatever’s behind this coverup has to extend way beyond the school, too, because it’s not like Sunset or any of them are trying to hide their magic powers. Just the opposite! There’s even a video on HayTube of the Rainbooms performing at Equestria Land that got a bunch of views because Vignette Valencia was there, but none of the comments ever talk about how the girls turned into those half-horse things and flew around while performing.
Well, there was one comment that did, screaming in all caps how weird it was that nobody else was talking about the magical transformation and flying thing happening right in the focus of the video. Even if it was all special effects, you’d at least expect people talking about being impressed with how real it seemed, instead of literally nothing at all. But when I refreshed the page, it disappeared.
That comment didn’t come from me, I could tell you that. I knew better than to stand out. Whenever the other students mentioned something like Sunset and her friends using their magic beams to defeat a toaster robot that came to life, I always did my best to match how casually they brought it up, like they were talking about them coming together to help clean up a spill in the gym. And I always hated those conversations because I always had to try so hard to not let it show how freaked out I am. I’d never talk about anything related to any of this magic stuff at all ever if it weren’t for other people bringing it up first.
And I definitely didn’t talk about any of my theories with anyone. Not even with Bon Bon, who I talked about literally everything else with. Something in my gut told me that I should especially not be talking to her about this, and at first I thought that maybe I was afraid she’d be freaked out and think I was a weirdo. Or maybe I was afraid I’d tell her everything I figured out, and she’d nod her head along and then continue on like nothing about any of this was weird at all.
But no, in the end I figured it out. If something this big was going on, I really didn’t want to get her mixed up with all this.
And I really liked hanging out with her, just the two of us. I mean, duh! We’d been best friends for so many years, so of course it was nice and comfortable. But it took me a while to realize that wasn’t just it.
Bon Bon also never brought up any of the magic stuff. Ever. Even though we were right there for so much of it and we talked about stuff we’d both been through all the time. But when we talked about the Friendship Games, it was about how we spent the whole spelling bee whispering the right spellings to each other before watching Sunset’s friends get them wrong. Never about how the Friendship Games ended. When we talked about Camp Everfree, it was about how excited we were about being in Rarity’s fashion show and how disappointing it was that it never happened. Never about why the fashion show got canceled.
And once I started to notice that a little bit, I couldn’t help but notice it all the time. And sometimes I was tempted to just start mentioning the magic stuff casually like all the other students did, just to see how she would react. But I never did, because she never did, and it felt like this unspoken thing between us.
And things started adding up.
The entire time we’ve been best friends, Bon Bon always followed what I wanted to do, and I’d started feeling more than a little guilty about that. So whenever she had an idea to do something, I just listened, and happily went along.
It was her idea to go up to the library on the night of the Fall Formal, where we watched Sunset Shimmer transform into a demon from a second story window..
It was her idea to sign up for the Battle of the Bands, where we spent most of our time backstage while the Rainbooms and the Sirens prepared.
It was her idea to get onto the Canterlot High team for the Friendship Games, where we’d be the closest to Sunset’s friends at all the events where they used magic.
It was her idea to go to Camp Everfree the one year most of our classmates skipped out on it, the one year the camp owner turned into a twelve foot tall magical supervillain thing.
It was her idea to go to the mall on the one day the movie concession girl did the exact same thing.
And after I started making those connections, I started remembering other things, too.
Once, I showed Bon Bon a HayTube video of Dr. Dreams I found, the one about his Harmony Award lecture about childhood memory formation after traumatic events. I said that I thought that it might be interesting for her to know, since she had a session with him every week. I’d never been able to find that video again, after it got taken down for “copyright violations”.
And the day I swore I heard those voices in the school basement, Bon Bon was upstairs waiting for me. She made a little joke wondering about why it took me so long, even though I only stopped to listen at the vent for like ten seconds. I just said I thought I heard voices down there but it was nothing. She was the only person I ever mentioned it to. And then the next day we started having to sign out a key to the basement with a teacher every time instead of being able to sign it out ourselves.
And the night of that Fall Formal, the one that’s such a blur because I was panicking so much, I didn’t remember much about what was happening in the library since I was so focused on what was happening outside of it in the courtyard. The only thing I do remember is this clear vision of Bon Bon not panicking at all in the slightest, and instead just looking down at the demon Sunset through the window, her eyes determined and focused. Like she was tracking her.
I’d seen that look before. I’d seen it at the Battle of the Bands, at the Friendship Games, at Camp Everfree, at the Canterlot Mall. In glimpses and flashes while me and everyone else around were panicking.
And I realized that only one thing made sense.
I’d been laying low, pretending that all this magic stuff wasn’t a big deal at all just like everyone else, and not saying a word about any of my ideas to anyone, all to avoid the attention of anyone that was part of whatever was going on behind the scenes in Canterlot High, and Bon Bon was one of them this whole entire time.
I should’ve felt betrayed, or scared, or something very bad, because all that should have made me freak out even more than the day that magic and beings visiting our world from another dimension both turned out to be real. At the very least, hanging out with Bon Bon should’ve felt bad, because how could things between us ever be the same again?
But it didn’t feel bad.
I mean, there is something different between us now, but not in a bad way. I don’t know how to say it.
But sometimes when we hang out, I’d find myself just looking at her without saying anything, wondering if she knew what I knew about her. Sometimes when that was happening, she’d look back at me and we’d lock eyes, neither of us saying anything, her face still except for that slight, curious smile. And I’d wonder if she was wondering the same thing about me.
And for those few seconds while she’s staring into my eyes, she’d bite her lip, as if stopping herself from saying what she was really thinking. I’m pretty sure that’s what it is, because that’s what I’m doing in those moments, too.
And she’s been asking me to tell her stories like the one about the day we first met more than usual. And there’s something different about the way she asks it, too. With a wistful sweetness that I don’t remember being there before. And when she closes her eyes and smiles as she listens, my stomach knots in a good way, and my heart races, and I can’t stop grinning for some reason.
And the last time we hugged, it felt different. I don’t know. We’d hugged a million times before, but that time we just held each other tight, neither of us saying anything. It felt like if I ever let her go, I would never get to feel her skin on mine ever again, and for some reason in that moment that was all I ever wanted and nothing else.
All I can think about now is how hard it must be for her. I’ve spent more time with her than anyone else could possibly have, and she’s had to keep whatever she knows secret from me for all these years. And I can feel her straining at that at the edges of these moments. And last night, something broke.
She was sleeping over at my place, like she does all the time. I had my eyes closed, but I wasn’t quite asleep just yet. And I don’t know how I knew, but I could feel that Bon Bon was awake, and had her eyes open, and was looking at me with that slight smile.
And she whispered, “I will always protect you, Lyra.”
And I felt just so safe then, like a warm blanket wrapping around my very soul. And that’s when I knew.
That’s when I knew that I couldn’t let her live another day like this, carrying this burden by herself. That I had to tell her what I know, and that whatever was going on at Canterlot High with all this magic stuff, it didn’t matter. I’d be on their side, and I’d want to help them do whatever they were doing as much as I could, even if it’s nothing more than just keeping on keeping quiet about everything.
Because I know Bon Bon. Whatever side she is on, I know they’re the good guys. They just have to be.
It took us a week to gather up all the fragments of the Memory Stone from that parking lot. And who knows how many millions of dollars to get the device built. It has a power draw measured in gigawatts, and the noise from the magnets whirling around my head feels as loud as a jet engine. All to mimic a fraction of what a single teenage girl could do with this thing through pure instinct.
But it was all worth it to build, because it’s so much cleaner than the previous methods we’ve used on Lyra. The shards of the memories that remained from them were what let her figure things out again this time, and since I can see them directly now, I can make sure we get all the ones we know about.
There’s only one left.
Her eyes were closed, so I can’t see anything in the memory of that sleepover. But it’s just like she had told me. I can feel the feeling that I was looking at her.
Then I hear my own voice whisper those words, the ones I still remember saying to her that night.
And in this moment, I know what would happen next.
I would form a thumbs-up with my hand, and the darkness would light up with a flash of green before dissolving away into nothingness.
I would open my eyes, but Lyra would not, still deep asleep as the technician removed the halo of magnets from her head.
She would wake up later in my room, still groggy in her suggestible state, as I filled her in on the very ordinary day she’s had so far, letting her own mind do the rest of the work in smoothing out the gaps.
I would tease her about all the time she’d been spending watching those silly videos on HayTube, and how it’s been affecting how much sleep she’d been getting, and how silly it was that she’d ever believe in that stuff.
Later that day, she would open her HayTube account, and see the watch history of conspiracy theory videos we retrojected into her account, choking up her algorithmic feed.
A few days later, or even sooner, she would excitedly bring up one of the ones she had just watched, and insist that she didn’t really believe in them and that they were just so ridiculous that they’re fun and that she was telling me all about them anyway.
I would smile that curiously interested little smile, close my eyes, and listen, satisfied that I’d done exactly what I’d said in the words I’m hearing now. That I protected her. From getting mixed up in all this.
But I haven’t done any of that yet. I haven’t raised my thumb, and as long as I haven’t done that, Lyra still remembers this moment. As long as she remembers this moment, it’s real and alive and precious and unburdened. A moment of a single, wordless feeling. The feeling that I am feeling now.
The feeling of being safe. A warm blanket wrapping up my very soul.
I wish that it could last forever.
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A Motorcycle Built For Two
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Sunset never meant to keep her girlfriend a secret from her friends, but now that they're aware and want to meet her, she has a secret to share that may alter the future of their relationship
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<p>They say lies are the one surefire way to ruin a relationship, though secrets are often considered a close second. But there are some secrets too big to share: secrets that would fundamentally change the way their partner looks at them. </p><p>It's time for Sunset's girlfriend to tell the truth.</p><hr/><p>Written for the <a href="/group/216924/the-eqg-anniversary-contests-spring-fling" rel="nofollow">the EqG Anniversary Summer Shipping Spectactular contest</a>.</p><p>Special thanks to DarkCyan for prereading and feedback!</p>
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“And so I said to her, ‘Darling, if you absolutely have your heart set on wearing red, please make it a nice subtle rose instead of that garish, glaring scarlet. You’ll look like a fire hydrant!”
Sunset politely laughed along with the group as Rarity continued to spin her tale (complete with gestures, character voices, and color commentary on her own actions) but she was only half-listening. She’d somewhat lost the plot around the introduction of the fifth person she’d never met and was mainly just enjoying her friend’s enthusiasm. That, and her chocolate malt milkshake.
‘I wonder why Earth chocolate tastes so different from Equestrian? Maybe we cultivated different strains of cocoa beans. Or it could just be that human taste buds are different. More sweet-sensitive so the recipe needs less sugar for the same impact?’ She took another slurp of the rich, chocolatey goodness. ‘Either way, if I ever go back for a visit, I’ve got to teach them about malts. It’ll change the milkshake game!’
“Anyway, to spare you the boring details, all the lizards were rounded up, he got bailed out, she eventually got her cockatiel back, and now the two of them are a happy couple!” Rarity concluded with visible delight. “All thanks to moi!”
Sunset blinked. ‘Just how much of the story did I zone out for?’
“Aw, that’s very sweet,” Fluttershy said, clapping lightly (then stopping quickly when she noticed no one else was clapping).
“I liked the part where he got arrested,” Rainbow added, boredly spinning her straw between her fingers. “Aside from that, eh, romance. Lame. Who needs it?” She leaned over and stuck her straw back in the root beer float she was sharing with Applejack (‘just to save money,’ she’d insisted, ‘and calories. No other reason’).
Rarity turned to her with a raised brow, but said nothing. “Be that as it may, in light of this success I have decided that, seeing as I am something of the romance expert among our circle of friends, it’d only be fair for me to offer my matchmaking services if any of you happened to be interested. Fluttershy?”
The girl in question blushed a little (which was a step up from hiding behind her hair) but shook her head. “Thank you, but… no thank you. I’m… happy with where I am.”
Rarity looked slightly disappointed (almost as if she’d had a potential match in mind already) but didn’t press. “That’s perfectly fine, darling. Pinkie?”
“Don’t need it!” Pinkie grinned from across the room (she was still technically on shift, even if they were the only ones in the diner). “I can get all the dates I want, no problemo! I’ve got three planned this week already!”
Rarity nodded as if she’d expected that, and continued around the room. “Sunset, would—”
“Hey!” Applejack cut in. “What’re ya doin’ skippin’ over me? Ah’m single too, ya know.”
Literally everyone except Applejack noticed as Rainbow Dash suddenly jerked back her wandering hand from where it had been inching toward the farmer’s. Her eyes refused to meet any of theirs, as if refusing to acknowledge her actions would make them all forget they saw it.
Rarity gave her a flat look. “You don’t need my help.” Her pronouncement delivered (much to Applejack’s visible confusion) the would-be matchmaker turned her attention to the final friend in the room. “Sunset? Offer’s open. I know things ended poorly with Flash, but if you're ready to try again…”
Sunset shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m good. I’m way over Flash by now, and besides that, I’m already spoken for.”
The room dropped to total silence. Even the clock stopped ticking and the air conditioning seemed to hesitate. She’d have made less of an impact if she’d told them there was a bomb under the table.
Despite the theoretical bomb’s nonexistence, the room still exploded.
The wall of noise was difficult to pry apart into its component voices, but a clever ear would have made out two ‘What?!’s, a ‘Congratulations!’, a ‘You’re dating?!’, and a single quietly murmured ‘Wait, Flash is straight?’.
Once the initial exclamations died down, Rarity seized the reins of the conversation. “I suppose congratulations are in order, but after that,” she sat down suddenly next to Sunset, her eyes sparkling like the diamonds she adored. “You’ve simply got to tell us everything! How long has this even been going on?”
The answer didn’t come readily, and she pursed her lips for a moment in thought. “It’s hard to say. We’d already been sort of friends for a while, even while Flash and I were together. But at some point, things between her and I just kind of… naturally turned into something more.”
“And you never told us?” Pinkie gasped in overexaggerated panic, “Do you know what this means?! It means I don’t even know how many anniversary cakes I’ve missed baking for you two! And six-month-iversary cakes! And three-month-iversary cakes!”
Meanwhile Rarity latched onto a different detail. “Her?” she asked, with an expression like she was flipping through a mental contact list of every person she or Sunset had ever met. “Someone we know?”
“I doubt it. She lives on the south side of town and doesn’t go to CHS.”
“Isn’t that the, um, rough side of town?” Fluttershy asked.
Sunset stopped to consider that. As much as she considered the human Canterlot her second home, she wasn’t a born and raised local. There were always bits and pieces of common knowledge that managed to slip by her until someone pointed it out. But even taking that into consideration, she couldn’t recall any incidents. Nothing worth mentioning, anyway. She shrugged. “If you say so. I’ve never had any problems there.”
“Is she cool?” Rainbow Dash asked the obvious question, to which Sunset rolled her eyes.
“Do you think I’d be dating her if I didn’t think so?”
“She’s got ya there.”
“And when exactly do we get to meet this mysterious paramour?” Rarity whipped out her day planner and started leafing through it. “Sometime this weekend would be ideal, it’ll give me time to do some research and I won’t have to reschedule or rearrange too many of my prior engagements.”
“You don’t have to vet my girlfriend, Rarity.”
“Indeed I do! What if she’s just using you for some nefarious purpose? She could be an agent from some secret society trying to steal your magic or, worse, just using you to try and make her own ex jealous!” She rose to her feet, standing on the chair as she laid one hand across her heart and gestured with the other. “As the designated romance expert, it is my sworn duty to protect my friends from mis-matched romances!”
‘I swear, these girls. If Applejack brings up the shovel talk… actually, she’d probably bring her own weapon, then after a bit of saber-rattling they’d end up getting along just fine.’
“She’s not doing any of that, trust me.”
“But—”
“Trust me.”
Rarity sighed, but sat back down. “So be it. No investigating, no stalking her social media. I will keep an open mind. But I would still like to meet her.”
Sunset nodded. “I’ll see if she’s free, but she’s kind of a private person.”
Which set Rarity off again. “Oho~? So you prefer the shy and reserved type? Ones rather Fluttershy-esque, if you will?”
A startled ‘Eep!’ came from across the table, along with an aborted laugh from Rainbow Dash that turned into hacking and choking as a mouthful of root beer went down the wrong way.
Sunset also couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. “Ha! Oh you couldn’t be more wrong!”
“It’s right there! Get it! Get it you stupid—argh!”
A bar wasn’t Sunset’s usual sort of hangout. Putting aside that she was still considered too young to drink in the human world, this was also not the sort of establishment that tried to cater to those of her generation. Instead of trendy music, strobing lighting, and cocktails made of hard liquor mixed with sugary energy drinks, the establishment delivered classic rock, neon signs of defunct brands and vaguely misogynistic slogans, and an on-tap selection of five kinds of cheap beer and one local specialty.
“No! Take it up! Up! Come on! My grandma could do better than you and she’s dead!”
The crowd matched the décor like they’d come as a bundled set. Lots of older men and women with a penchant for denim, leather, and smoke. There were maybe two people there under thirty-five, and one of them was Sunset. The other was sitting next to her, yelling at the wall-mounted TV.
No, it wasn’t the kind of place meant for her…
“Hey Razer! Can I get some more peanuts?”
“Sure thing, Sunny. You and her need more drinks?”
She wiggled her can of soda to judge its fullness— “I’m still good.” —and turned to the girl beside her. “You?”
Bright orange eyes didn’t look away from her show. “Will you give me a beer yet, old man?”
“Did you turn twenty-one when I wasn’t looking?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
“Screw you.”
“Don’t blame me! Your daddy’d bury me alive if he found out I gave you booze.”
Sunset chuckled at the byplay as she accepted a fresh bowl of peanuts. It wasn’t the kind of place meant for her, but she’d been around long enough to wear a niche where she could fit.
It helped that the owner, the staff, and what felt like most of the patrons were all (somehow) her girlfriend’s distant extended family.
As she settled back into her seat, she spared a glance to the show that was getting her partner so incensed. Unlike the other three TVs in the bar, this one wasn’t playing sports.
“That’s not even a real word! It’s ‘dog days of summer’! How hard is it to guess five missing letters?! Come on! Come on— aaand out of time. Way to go, bonehead, you just blew ten thousand bucks.” With a grumble and a sigh, she crashed back into her barstool, nearly toppling it, but she caught the lip of the bar just in time to stop herself from falling over completely. Cerulean-tipped fingers grabbed her own soda off the counter, knocked it back in one hit, and slammed the empty can, half-crushed, back down. “I hate this show.”
“Then why do you watch it if you hate it so much?”
Razer slid another can of soda in front of her, the young woman grumbling as she cracked it open with one hand. “I don’t hate it. I just hate all the idiots they bring on to play it. They have to be bussing them in, cause there’s no way half of these bozos should be allowed to drive.” She leaned back, balancing her stool on two legs. “I tell you Sunny, if I could get on that show—”
“—You’d take home the full million, guaranteed. I know.” Sunset answered. ‘Assuming security didn’t remove you first for attacking the host over a gotcha puzzle.’
The pair fell back into companionable silence as the show went to commercial (as much as it could be silent in an active bar with four TVs, three pool tables, and a motley assortment of day-drinking roughs).
“So, Ember.”
“Yeah?”
“My friends found out we’re dating.”
Her girlfriend turned to look at her, blue bangs swishing aside to reveal her blinking in surprise. “We’re dating?”
Then it was Sunset’s turn to blink. “Aren’t we?”
“Yeah, you are,” said one of the regulars seated nearby. One of Ember’s many, many uncles with a handlebar moustache and biceps as big as her thighs.
“Totally,” agreed the heavily-tattooed woman currently drinking him under the table.
“She’s practically part of the family already,” Razer contributed from behind the bar.
“Huh,” Ember said. “I guess we’re dating then. Cool.”
That was not exactly how Sunset had planned for the conversation to start. That part wasn’t supposed to be any kind of big revelation at all. But it was all the same in the end, wasn’t it?
“Anyway, my friends found out we’re dating and now they want to meet you.”
“Are they cool?” Ember asked.
Sunset knew both her friends and Ember well enough that it wasn’t hard to imagine what it’d be like when they met. “...you’ll get along with some of them more than others.” Introducing Pinkie’s… Pinkie-ness would require a delicate touch.
“...Alright. Fine with me. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
Razer coughed pointedly, before giving Ember a look that Sunset couldn’t decipher. But whatever he meant, Ember clearly understood. Her eyes went wide and she suddenly went still as a statue.
After a worryingly long minute, Sunset placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder. “Em?”
She snapped out of whatever it was, but even then she was off. Her posture lacked the familiar, cocky, devil-may-care confidence that she usually exuded like a nearly visible aura. In an unsettling change, she looked almost… hesitant. Nervous. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together; Razer had reminded her of something she did have to hide and she didn’t know how to deal with it.
“You okay?” Sunset asked.
“Yeah… I’m just… yeah.”
She shook her head and put on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I just have to… look:” She turned on her barstool to face Sunset properly, leather squeaking against the polished wood. She fingered her choker necklace, the slim digit running back and forth under the material in a rare nervous tic. There was something like worry deep in her orange eyes, which only made Sunset worry in turn. What secret could possibly cause such a change in her?
Ember took a deep breath. “So. We’re dating.”
“Glad we’ve cleared that up.”
The small crack of Ember’s smile helped lift a bit of the tension. “Yeah. But if we’re gonna be official official, then there’s something important I need to tell you.”
Sunset had been sitting up already, but even then she felt the need to straighten her posture. “Okay.”
Ember opened her mouth… then glanced around at the score of people not-so-subtly listening in. She shot them all a collective glare, complete with snarl. “Do you mind?”
As a one, they all turned back to their business and the undercurrent noise of clacking pool balls and muttered conversations resumed.
Ember leaned in, pulling Sunset closer. “Not here. Tomorrow night. We’ll take a drive and… I’ll tell you then.”
Sunset smiled. “It’s a date.”
Sunset leaned into the curve as she slalomed her motorcycle up the mountainous path towards Lookout Point. After seeing the name crop up over and over in movies she’d watched as “research into the culture of human teenagers” she almost laughed when she heard Canterlot had one of its own. It even had the same unofficial name among the local teens, but she doubted Ember had invited her up there for that.
‘Not that I’d be against it, but that’s not her speed.’
It was late, but the moon was full and her bike’s headlights cut through the darkness when clouds drifted by to block the silver light.
She tried to focus on the road, but her thoughts kept drifting away from her. What kind of secret required this level of preparation and atmosphere to reveal? She’d known Ember for longer than most other humans and thought she had a pretty good grasp of her personality. Ember wasn’t the kind to lie or keep secrets lightly. If she had an opinion or hard truth to tell you, she would tell it to your face. Flat out, no sugarcoating.
Which made all the pomp and circumstance that much more worrying.
As she rounded the last bend, the road ahead leveled off and soon widened into a small parking lot overlooking the cliffs.
Despite it being a perfect night, there was only one vehicle there: a gleaming golden beast.
To anyone who knew anything about motorcycles, Ember’s ride was unmistakable. It was a frankenstein of a thing, decked out with more questionably-legal mods than original parts, all wrapped up in a sleek yet powerful profile and painted a polished gold that would have looked gaudy with anyone else riding it. It was the kind of bike that could drive through a police barricade like it was made of silly string, and give some race cars a run for their pink slips.
Seeing it brought a small smile to her face as her mind drifted back to the first time she saw it: the day she and Ember had first met.
Sunset kicked the side of her bike and the rattling sound settled down before it could evolve into grinding. She scowled at the speedometer. Until now she’d been able to get up to thirty-five before the noise started, but suddenly she could barely get to thirty. If this kept up she’d be walking her bike to the shop before too long.
It was their fault for putting their shop in the most out-of-the-way part of the city they could find. Didn’t they know she had better things to be doing with her time than hunting them down? She had a whole highschool that she needed to manage: rumors to start, social circles to set against one another, bright-eyed freshies to put in their place. It was a full time job, being Queen, and she didn’t even get paid!
She made an illegal left down another street with a graffitied-over sign (to a chorus of honking horns, which she ignored) and finally the place came into view.
It didn’t look like much. One more rundown shop on a strip of similar buildings, but at least this one didn’t have its windows boarded up and the neon ‘OPEN’ sign was lit. Not exactly a stellar first impression, but the signboard confirmed it was the right place and everything online said it was the best. And she refused to settle for anything less than the best.
Two of the three parking spots were already occupied when she pulled in. One was a sleek modern model with half its panels painted a gaudy gold, and the other was a chopper with so much bone detailing it looked like it’d been built from chrome skeletons.
Macabre, but she could appreciate the message it sent.
Following their example, she chained her bike to a nearby post and primed the anti-theft alarm to its most sensitive setting. Once she was sure it was secure, she headed inside.
The first thing she noticed was that, in place of the usual chime, the door announced her presence with the sound of a Rottweiler growling. Charming.
The second thing she noticed was the absolute mountain of a man crammed behind the counter. He was massive in every direction: seven feet tall easily and built like a refrigerator. She could barely imagine him fitting through his own front door. Size aside, he was every inch the image of an aging biker. A band t-shirt with ripped off sleeves under a jean vest, bandanna and sunglasses indoors, and a long greying moustache that matched his ponytail and hung down like a pair of misplaced horns.
He barely spared her a glance before turning back to the magazine that looked like a toy in his hands. “I think you’re in the wrong place, girlie.”
Any good impressions she had were ruined in that moment. “I don’t think I am,” she challenged.
He rolled his eyes, licked his fingers, and turned a page. “Then you don’t think very well,” he growled out. “This is Dragonback Motors. We don’t deal with mopeds or vespas here. Get lost and try somewhere uptown. That'll be more your speed.”
Fire burned under her skin. How dare he deny her. “Look, grease-for-brains—”
“It’s Torch.”
“I know what I said,” she spat. She stomped forward, putting emphasis on each step as she crossed the distance, never once breaking eye contact. “The only reason I bothered to come out to your grungy little store is because everyone says this place is the best. I don’t need some washed-up old has-been telling me where I can and can’t shop just because I’m clearly doing better than he is. I’m here because my Panther can’t get above thirty without sounding like it’s about to rip itself into scrap and I don’t trust any of those slick garages to not overcharge me on a repair I could do myself.” She reached the counter and planted both palms on it, her face as close to his as she could get without a ladder. “So are we gonna have a problem or are you going to sell me what I need?”
Torch’s eyes remained locked on hers, dim yellow-orange discs behind his shades. She refused to look away. She knew she would win. This same tactic was what got her an apartment, her motorcycle, and a bank account without anyone pressuring her for proper documentation. It’d work on some over-the-hill biker.
After a long moment, he finally spoke. “You said you ride a Panther?”
She did not blink. “That’s right.”
“A 280?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
He held her gaze for a moment, then snorted and looked away. “Kiddie wheels.” He held up a massive hand to forestall her protest. “But it’s still better than a moped. GIRL!” The shout caught her off guard, though it didn’t seem to be directed at her. “I’m going on break! You take this one!”
After a few seconds, there came a reply from somewhere behind the Employees Only curtain. “Shove it up your exhaust, old man!”
Torch growled, then barked: “Out here! Now!”
“I’m busy!”
“Too busy to do your cracking job?!”
“That’s right!”
He turned to Sunset—“Don’t go anywhere.”—then stomped back into the back of the shop, each step rumbling the building.
Sunset waited, caught somewhat flat-footed by the turn of events. Muffled shouting came from behind the curtain, along with the sound of something being thrown. Then, sudden silence.
Abruptly, the curtain was pulled aside and a girl emerged.
Sunset pegged her as being about her age, maybe a few years older. It was still hard to tell with humans when they weren’t either super old or literal foals. She was tall—not as tall as her boss, but tall enough Sunset still had to look up—with a short fringe of dark blue hair. She wore a leather jacket, much like Sunset’s own, but in deep Prussian blue with a single curved spike coming off either shoulder. On her neck she wore a wide choker set with a large gem and patterned with stylized claw marks. She completed the look with heavy eyeshadow and a scowl that could strip the paint off sheet metal.
Sunset disliked her immediately.
“Yeah?” The girl asked, making even the simple word sound like acid. “What do you want? We don’t carry vespa parts and we don’t fake state inspection stickers.”
Old instincts made her reach for magic she no longer had. Though it failed, she still imagined a fireball immolating the girl. Or at least scorching her enough to teach her a lesson. "A little respect would be nice."
Instead of char, all she got was a smirk. "Sorry, fresh out. But I know we've got a pair of these in stock." She held up a pair of single digits, in case her opinion of Sunset wasn't already abundantly clear.
"Real nice. Are you even trying to run a store here or do you just want to scare me away from your drug-running front?"
"Oh Cerberus's teats, I wish we were running drugs. That would make getting through the day so much easier." She rested one elbow on the table and let her head sag into her hand. "But I bet that wouldn't do much to get rid of you, would it? You look like the type that'd go for a key bump or two. Sneak into some college parties, maybe."
Sunset fought back her growing ire. Clearly the girl was trying to get a rise out of her, but she refused to give her the satisfaction.
"Is there anyone more helpful here that I can work with?"
"Nope. Just me and the old man. How helpful I am depends on how bored I am." She checked her chipped nails. "The answer is pretty bored. And since I'm apparently not allowed back in the break room till you buy something or leave, I literally have nothing better to do than wind up some prissy wannabe who thinks she knows bikes."
She was insufferable. Absolutely insufferable. But she'd set a challenge and Sunset refused to lose. "Look. I don't want to be here. You clearly don't want me to be here. Just sell me what I want and we can end this farce."
"Like it’s that easy. I bet you can't even tell what's wrong, let alone what you'd need to fix it, and you'd probably break a perfectly good ride if you tried. Just go to some uptown garage and have them fix it for you."
Sunset slammed her palms on the counter. She could take a lot but a direct insult to her intelligence was a step too far. "I know what's wrong. I know my engine's overheating and building up residue cause my intake valve's a piece of imported garbage. I've done my research. I know my bike. And I know what I need to fix it is a P00C9 Umahou replacement valve kit. Or, better, a P00G9 upgrade kit, but I wouldn't expect you to actually have one that specialized in stock! So are you going to give me what I need?"
By the end of her rant she was breathing heavy and standing on her tiptoes to yell in the girl's face. She quickly tried to regain her composure, taking a step back and slowing her breathing.
"Huh." That was the reply she got. Not a hint of the cowering she usually expected. If anything the girl looked impressed. "So you actually do know your stuff. Color me surprised. But you don't want a P00C9.”
Sunset bristled. “I just said—”
"I know, and you’re wasting your money. A C9 is what the company recommends for a Panther, and the G9 is the usual upgrade, but they’re both total garbage. They make them cheap and either one’ll wear out your exhaust filters like cheap vinyl. No, what you want is an Epikey 140K. It’s a different brand and you’ll need a small converter to make it fit a Panther’s housing, but you won't be back here in six weeks spewing black smog with your filters corroded to dust."
She narrowed his eyes at the suspiciously sudden 180 in temperment. “Sounds like you're just trying to upsell me.”
The girl snorted and rolled her eyes. "Barely. It’s like an extra ten bucks on what you would have paid anyway. I don't really care whether you buy it or not; you think I make commission? I’m getting paid minimum wage all the same." She stilled and her voice took one firmer edge. "I just don’t like seeing rides mistreated by people who don't know how to care for them."
It wasn't often that Sunset found herself having to reassess someone. First impressions usually told her all she needed to know. But under the abrasiveness she could recognize the signs of an expert in her field, sick and tired of fielding novice questions from rank amateurs who thought they knew more than she did. She'd been on the other side of that interaction far too many times back in Princess Celestia's school. And after years of dealing with nobles and their court intrigue, she could appreciate the straight talk once her competence was recognized.
Maybe it wouldn't be impossible to work with her after all.
“I’m also looking to get some custom work done. New leather, in my colors. Maybe some etching and embossing, if the price is right.”
"We can do that. Not gonna be cheap. You sure your daddy’s chequebook can handle it?"
“I can handle it just fine.” Sunset countered. Upon further consideration, she decided that this seemed like the kind of place that would look the other way for some odd currency. (Plus, she wanted to put her on the backhoof for once.) “You take gold?”
“Do we look like a pawn shop?”
The girl was still chuckling as Sunset pulled out three gold bits each the size of a hydrox cookie. "I don't know. Do you?"
Her eyes lit up almost as fast as her hand snatched the coins from Sunset's. “We take it now.” She stepped back and lifted up the counter's barrier. “Come on back to the studio and we’ll hammer out a design. Pops does all the custom work. Just don’t trip over any of the merchandise back there; you break it, you buy it.”
She pulled aside the curtain and flashed a toothy grin. "By the way: the name’s Ember. Don't forget it."
And she hadn't. That first visit had turned into repeat visits to get the custom work completed and installed, then visits for more upgrades, then eventually visits just to hang and shoot the breeze. Begrudging respect grew into friendship and, over time, the start of something more.
And now she was here: on Lookout Point at a quarter to ten on a Saturday night, waiting for her girlfriend to tell her some big secret so they could make things "officially official".
She wasn't nervous, but she'd be lying if she said there wasn't a small worm of worry writhing around inside her.
But whatever it was that was so important, she'd soon find out.
"Ember?" she called out. "Are you here?"
Her bike was parked, and there weren't that many places to hide unless she'd climbed higher up through the brush, dangled down over the cliff, or concealed herself behind the small copse of trees.
It was the trees that spoke. "I'm here. Did you come alone?"
There was something odd about her voice, but she dismissed it. "Of course. You said you had something important to tell me?"
The sound of a deep breath came from the shadow of the trees. "I did. I'm… buck, I've never had to explain this to anyone before and I don't know where to start."
"Well, you could start by facing me. Or am I going to spend the night talking to a shrub?" Sunset took a few steps forward.
"Don't come any closer!" The words were rushed, an order bordering on panic. Sunset stopped.
"Ember, is everything okay? You're starting to freak me out a little."
The moon went behind a cloud, leaving the area lit only by the dim light cast from the city below.
Something moved in the trees. A figure, a shadow.
"My family is… not normal." The voice was Ember's, but also not. Rougher, somehow. "We don't know what's so special about us or why it happens to some family members but not others, but it's been going on for more generations than we have records for."
This was getting ridiculous and Sunset had had enough. "Alright, cut the drama student shtick. Whatever it is you've got going on, I can promise you I've seen weirder. There is nothing you can show or tell me in the next five minutes that'll change the way I feel about you."
Silence, for a long moment. And then, softly, "I really hope that's true."
A shadow moved in the darkness, sticks cracking as they came closer. Two steps, three, four. The figure stepped out of the forest and…
It was Ember. Normal, slightly-nervous-looking Ember. The only unusual thing was that the choker she always wore was instead in her hand.
"Soooo… what was—" Sunset started.
Then the full moon came out from behind the cloud.
The transformation was paradoxically as quick as it was slow. What felt like minutes couldn't have lasted more than thirty seconds. Ember’s body warped and surged, first where the light touched it then radiating outward in uneven waves of growth. Bones crunched in sickening snaps as they shifted and twisted, muscle pulsating and rippling with each visible pulse of change. Fingers thinned as her nails lengthened into claws fit to shred and tear. Blue fur covered her like some magical moss, growing thicker and darker with each lumbering footstep she took.
She'd been tall before but now she loomed over Sunset, orange eyes gleaming in the dark as moonlight glinted off teeth like steak knives. Great clouds of mist billowed with each halting breath.
"This is it." Her voice rolled like gravel thunder, familiar and foreign all at once. "This is who… what I really am."
Sunset stood, frozen, before the inhuman titan that had once been her girlfriend. Her heart pounded in her chest. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. She looked up, up, up into those piercing orange eyes and said…
"Okay."
Ember stumbled. Sunset reflexively put up her hands to help catch her and got a fistful of fur.
'Wow, that's soft.'
Ember recovered quickly, but the spell had broken and the gravitas of the moment had been lost. "Okay?"
Sunset rallied quickly, worried she'd offended. "I mean, yeah? Okay. That's pretty cool."
Ember gave her a look like she'd just watched her bite into an onion like an apple. "You aren’t scared of me?"
Sunset cocked her head to the side. "Should I be?"
"I…yes!" Ember threw her arms up. "Look at me! I'm a werewolf! Why aren't you scared?!"
"It might help if you explained what that is."
"Its-" Ember gave her another look of incredulous disbelief. "A werewolf. How do you not know what a werewolf is? Have you never seen a movie ever?!"
"I've seen movies," Sunset countered. "Just not ones with werewolves in them, apparently." Most of her filmographic viewing history had been historical films and teen movies so she could understand enough to pass as an Earth native.
Ember leaned back and sat down hard on the grass. There was a lost expression on her face, somehow still obvious despite her longer canid features. "That… I don't really know where to go with this now. This was supposed to be a huge reveal that would either scare you off or prove your worthiness to the clan. Werewolves are real. Mythical monsters are real. Magic is real."
Sunset couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, that last one's hardly a surprise."
"What do you mean?"
She faltered, but it took only a moment's thought to come to a decision. Since it was a night for revelations anyway…
"I guess I have a secret of my own I should share." She closed her eyes and focused deep within herself. Drawing to the surface memories of her friends, she let the emotions of those memories infuse her, fill her, then overflow.
"What are you- gah!"
When Sunset opened her eyes, Ember was rubbing hers. "Warn a girl before you're about to flashbang her!"
"Sorry," she said. "It's a magical aftereffect. Happens whenever I pony up."
"When you what? What’s— oh." Ember blinked at her, clearly taking in the equine ears and tail. With her magic heightened, Sunset realized she could feel the magic within Ember as well. It didn't feel like the Sirens' or any magic she knew from Equestria, but it didn't feel dark either.
"You’re…some kind of horse girl?" Ember ventured. "But not very much? Like, a quarter centaur or something?"
Sunset frowned, but brushed the comment aside. "Calling someone that is actually really offensive where I’m from, but I know you don’t know that so you get a pass. I’m actually a unicorn."
"Pft. Unicorns aren't real."
"Says the werewolf."
"…Alright, fair."
Now came the tricky part. "I'm actually not from this dimension at all. Back home I looked, well, a lot more like what you'd probably expect a unicorn to look like. I can transform a little bit over here, but not all the way."
"Why not?"
"Different worlds, different rules of magic. I'm still learning how it works here. You probably heard the rumors about strange lights and explosions around Canterlot High a few months ago?"
Ember nodded. "Yeah, but the clan confirmed it wasn't us, and there aren't— we didn't think there were any other sources of magic, so we figured it was some kind of government cover up."
"Probably, on some level." Principal Celestia had a surprising amount of pull with the people in suits who came asking questions. "But most of that was me getting… overcharged by a stolen artifact and then…" She trailed off as she was overcome with awareness of the words leaving her lips.
"And then what?" Ember pressed.
"…and then getting blasted by a… giant… rainbow… friendship laser."
'That sounds so much weirder when I have to say it out loud.'
Ember snapped her claws with a sound like a gunshot. "Was that why you suddenly mellowed out so much a few months ago?"
"Yeah, it gave me a chance to really take a hard look at myself and, well, I didn't like what I saw."
"Huh. All this time I thought you just got ahold of some really good weed."
"Em!" She shoved the werewolf, to absolutely no effect.
"Well can you blame me?" Her smirk was somehow identical even with a muzzle. "'Rainbow Friendship Laser' even sounds like a bougie cultivar."
It was like nothing had changed. They exchanged barbs and playful smacks for a few minutes until they both fell apart laughing. Unlike usual, it ended up with Sunset sitting more or less in Ember’s massive lap as they both leaned back to look at the stars.
“So… I guess you’re okay with all this?” The werewolf asked as she played with her girlfriend’s pony ears.
Sunset flicked her ear out of her grip. Again. It tickled. “If you’re asking if I mind a little fur, I’m probably the one girl in Canterlot who’d actually prefer it.” No amount of transformed instincts could ever quite get over how weird it felt for humans to be nearly hairless.
“I’m… happy,” Ember said quietly. “That I didn’t scare you off. I was really worried I might lose you.”
“I wasn’t. I told you there was nothing you could say that would change my mind, and I stand by that.”
She paused a moment as a memory of what had kickstarted this whole revelation drifted through her mind. “Does this change you meeting my friends? They already know about me and some other magical creatures, but it won’t really change much if you want to keep your furry side secret.”
Ember’s claws stopped playing with her ears. Sunset found she missed the sensation. “I’ll think about it. We normally don’t tell anyone outside the clan, but if they’re your friends and they already know about magic… maybe. Though even if you think a werewolf is just a talking dog, they’ll probably know the bloody legends.”
Another memory flashed through Sunset’s mind. “Actually… they might know one already. One of my friends has a dog who can talk. Do you think he could be…?”
“It’s not impossible,” she replied. “We do find lost branches of the family sometimes. How old is he? Like, developmentally, not actually years.”
Sunset thought back to the few conversations she’d had with Spike at the Fall Formal and later between practice sessions for the Battle of the Bands. “Roughly a preteen, I’d say.”
“He could be a lost cousin then. Still too young to transform. My magic wasn’t developed enough to turn fully human until I was about that age.”
A piece to a puzzle she’d nearly forgotten about snapped into place. “Is that why your house doesn’t have any pictures of you as a kid?”
Ember laughed. “It does, you just probably didn’t realize they were of me.” She stopped laughing slowly, then stood up, prompting Sunset to do the same. Some of that unfamiliar hesitance was back, not as badly as before she revealed her true nature, but still. “I can show you, but only if you promise not to laugh.”
It was an easy answer. “I promise.”
She took a few steps back. “Fair warning, I sometimes get a little… affectionate when I go full feral.”
Ember’s second transformation was far more fluid and calm than the first. Less like a piece of clay being forced into a new shape and more like a complex origami unfolding to reveal a second form.
She wasn’t quite a wolf, as Sunset had expected from the name, but she was definitely canid. Long and lithe limbs, tight with muscle that was barely glimpsable beneath a thick two-toned blue coat. She didn’t look like any one specific breed Sunset knew. The closest she could compare her to might be a saluki, but one tall enough to come up to her chest and with a longer, fluffier coat. In an odd way, now that she was quadruped, Ember’s build almost reminded her of some of the leggy, socialite unicorns she knew from back home. Which was causing a lot of confusing feelings.
There wasn’t much of the human identifiable in the dog… except for her eyes. Her eyes were exactly the same.
Sunset sought the words to capture her feelings.
‘Don’t say she’s adorable. Do not say she’s adorable.’
The right words.
“You’re… majestic.”
Ember snorted, then shook herself, sending her coat and long ears rippling through the air like a shampoo commercial. “That’s a new one.” She pawed over and worked her head under Sunset’s hand. “Scritches.”
“What?”
“Scritches. Now.”
Sunset obliged, and in moments her girlfriend was reduced to putty in her hands.
“Oh yeah. Oh, that’s the stuff. Right there, don’t stop.”
Sunset couldn’t help but smile at the sudden personality change. Or maybe, just the sudden loss of inhibition. Then a devilish idea came to her.
“Hey, how’d you like to pull a prank on my friends?”
Ember’s ears perked up. “I’m listening.”
Rainbow Dash tapped her foot in impatience. “Where are they?”
“I’m sure they’re on their way,” Rarity answered from the nearby picnic table. “While I can’t say much for this supposed girlfriend we’ve never met, Sunset’s not the type to stand us up. Why not run a few laps around the park to burn a few minutes?”
“I’m not a dog, Rares.”
“C’mon,’ Applejack hopped off her bench. “I’ll run ‘em with you.”
“Okay!”
“Wait! I see her!” Pinkie poked her head out of a nearby tree, binoculars glued to her face. “She’s coming down the path!”
“At last!” Rarity rubbed her hands together with a frankly villainous grin. “Can you see her beau yet? I need details!”
“Nnnnnope!” She pressed a second pair of binoculars to the lenses of the first. “But I think Fluttershy’s about to get excited!”
“Oh?” The girl in question looked up. “Why?”
“Cause Sunset’s bringing a big ol’ doggo with her!”
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563060
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Sonata Dusk,Sunset Shimmer,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Profanity
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Sunset Takes Sonata Out To Taco Bell
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Sonata is introduced to the wonders of a Dorritos taco by Sunset.
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<p>Sonata has somehow never been to a Taco Bell before. Sunset decides that would be the perfect location for a romantic date. </p><p>Super duper last minute submission to the <a href="/group/216924/folder/82747/2024-contest-entries-summer-shipping-spectacular" rel="nofollow">2024 Rainbow Rocks Anniversary Shipping Contest!</a></p>
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teen
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2024-08-08T03:41:41+00:00
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Sonata has seen many things in her long, long lifetime.
She’s seen humanity evolve, she’s seen empires rise and fall, she’s seen languages invented and discarded, the beginnings of centuries long cultures and institutions.
But nothing, nothing has ever been as wondrous to her as what laid in front of her.
She picked up the artificially colored orange taco shell, gazing at it like it was a long lost artifact retrieved from Atlantis (great city by the way, shame what happened to it). “So.....it’s a taco shell made from....”
“Doritos, they’re a popular tortilla chip.” Sunset answered, unable to hide the growing smirk of amusement on her face as she watched her girlfriend gaze in utter awe at her Nacho Cheese Doritos Locos Taco.
It was getting some strange looks from the other Taco Bell patrons, but Sunset didn’t care, this is exactly what she loved about hanging out with Sonata. She just seemed to be fascinated by everything in the human world in a way her comparatively jaded sisters or even Sunset herself didn’t, and it wound up making her appreciate this world just a little bit more too, even something as silly as a Doritos taco.
Sonata sniffed the taco, letting out a moan that made Sunset’s face heat up a little. She then took her first bite.
Sonata’s senses were overwhelmed, the flavors! The chewy, savory texture of the beef! The crunchy lettuce serving as an excellent contrast and the cheese, always a necessity for any good taco.
But the shell, the shell. It was an explosion of flavor, Sonata felt herself enter a state of utter euphoria as she let the dusty cheesy orange seasoning dance upon her taste buds, it was better than anything she had ever eaten and trust her, she has tried nearly every cuisine from every culture imaginable .
Sunset watched Sonata devour the rest of the taco, which-being from Taco Bell- started to fall apart almost immediately after the first bite, the structure of the taco shell unable to support the wetness of the beef and lettuce.
But Sonata didn’t seem to mind. “OH SUNSET!” She roared, bits of taco shell and beef flying from her mouth. “THIS IS THE BEST GIFT ANYONE HAS LIKE, EVER GIVEN ME!!!!” She screamed so loud that it echoed through the restaurant, earning more nasty looks from fellow customers with Sunset giving a hurried, awkward apology.
But it didn’t do much to diminish the job she felt from her girlfriend as she immediately grabbed the second taco and housed it in one bite....which has to really hurt but Sonata seemed too deep into her cheesy, dusty bliss to feel it.
One comment from her did give Sunset pause however. “Wait.....I mean, Sonata don’t get me wrong I’m like, really happy that you’re enjoying this this much but, this is really the best gift you’ve ever gotten? In the like centuries you’ve been alive, this three Doritos Locos combo meal from Taco Bell I bought for twelve bucks is the highlight of your life?”
Sonata was washing her second taco down with a big gulp of her sugar free Baja Blast, letting out a content sigh before turning to her girlfriend. “Well....I mean. I love my sisters and all but....” She started playing with her blue ponytail, a tick she always indulged in whenever she was forced to talk about a topic she wasn’t comfortable with. “You know how they are, they're not really like the....sentimental type.”
Sunset immediately hopped off her side of the booth to sit right next to Sonata, wrapping an arm around her as she nuzzled her big, strong, loving girlfriend. “Holy shit like, with how long the three of you have been alive for, they’ve never given you anything?” Sunset asked in disbelief. “Like, you’ve told me that for a long time the three of you were all any of you had, they never once like, did anything for you?”
Sonata shook her head, complete with a little sniffle that broke Sunset’s heart and made her want to go have a Totally Friendly Chat with Adagio and Aria later. Sunset thought back to her first few years in the human world after arguing with Princess Celestia, how she felt completely unloved and alone as she tried to navigate a world and culture she didn’t understand and seemed actively hostile towards her.
And now she imagined trying to do that for literal centuries.
Sunset and Sonata nuzzled each other for a bit longer, Sonata loving just how warm Sunset felt, she really did live up to her name.
“I’m glad I have you despite our, you know, rocky start.” She gave an awkward laugh which Sunset joined in.
“Honestly, most of my closest friendships started with one of us trying to kill the other so you know, it’s not that unusual.” Sunset chuckled with Sonata snorting in kind.
“But....” Sunset continued. “You’re extra special since you’re not just my friend but my....”
“GIRLFIREND!!! They both shouted in unison as they affectionately nuzzled each other’s faces, which was such an adorable sight that even the rest of the Taco Bell customers let it slide.
Sonata then eyed her final taco, and had an idea, giving Sunset a mischievous smile. She started to gently munch on it, being much less sloppy than her last two tacos. As she got to the center, she paused. “Oh nooooooo, I think I’m starting to get too full, if only a big brave strong girl would possibly help me ouuuuut!” She hammed it up in a way that make Rarity proud, looking to her girlfriend as she played the helpless damsel to the hilt.
Sunset immediately knew what she was trying to do and was happy to indulge. “Oh no, I can’t have my girlfriend succumb to her taco troubles, I will save you my love!” She exclaimed in a deep, exaggeratedly cheesy voice.
She then bit the other end of the taco, with Sonata biting her end as they quickly ate it together until there was no taco left to block their lips from hitting each other.
They both stared, Sunset’s sea green eyes looking into Sonata’s magenta orbs. They spent a moment just gazing into each other.
And then they proceeded to sloppily make out in the Taco Bell booth. It was a more romantic location than any five star restaurant ever could be, and they were both grateful to have someone who understood that.
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debrecen
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Applejack,Big Macintosh,Derpy Hooves,Porn,Random,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Non-consensual,Profanity,Sex
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The Caretaker
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When Derpy gets a serious injury after flying into a tree, it's up to the Apple family to look after the ailing pony. Will her caretakers be able to help her, or will a particular stallion take advantage of the situation?
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<p>When Derpy gets a serious injury after flying into a tree, it's up to the Apple family to look after the ailing pony. Will her caretakers be able to help her, or will a particular stallion take advantage of the situation?</p><p>The story was commissioned by former member Greenmare308.</p><p><span style="font-style:italic;color:#26A4AF">Please leave a comment and any feedback you have; it would really help and make my day!</span></p><hr/><p><span style="color:#BE4343">WARNING:</span><span class="spoiler"> This story contains elements of sexual content beyond a strictly consensual environment along with other mature topics, including elements involving the consumption of urine and the use of language that may be offensive to those with disabilities. Please be advised if you do not like or wish to read any of these things.</span></p><p>Please do not read this story if you are averse to the topics listed above under "Warning"; the author does not condone the real-life recreation of these actions.</p><p><i>All of the characters in this story are ponies and are well above 18 years old in human years.</i></p>
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It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning in Ponyville. The kind of morning that seemed to promise adventure, mischief, and... well, let's be honest, a whole lot of potential for clumsiness. Especially if your name happens to be Derpy Hooves.
Derpy, the town's lovable, cross-eyed mailmare, had the day off. No letters to deliver, no packages to misplace, and no angry ponies to apologize to. It was her day, her time to do whatever she pleased. And what did Derpy please to do? Fly through the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres, of course!
"Ah, what a beautiful day!" Derpy sang to herself as she soared over the lush apple trees. "No mail, no problem, just me and the sky!" She twirled in the air, her wings flapping haphazardly as she did a little mid-air jig. "Wheee!"
As she flew, her attention was captured by the vibrant green leaves and the ripe, red apples hanging from the branches. They were so shiny, so tempting. Her stomach rumbled.
"Mmm, apples," she murmured. "I wonder if Applejack would mind if I borrowed just one..."
But before she could make a decision about her potential apple thievery, something caught her eye. Or rather, some animal. A small, bushy-tailed squirrel scampered along a branch, nibbling on an acorn. Derpy's eyes widened with delight.
"Aww, look at the cute wittle squirrel!" she cooed. "Hey there, Mr. Squirrel! Whatcha doing? Eating an acorn? That looks yummy!"
The squirrel paused mid-nibble, staring at her with its beady little eyes. It tilted its head, as if trying to decide whether the strange, gray Pegasus talking to it was a friend or a foe.
Derpy giggled. "You're so adorable! I wish I could be a squirrel. No responsibilities, just acorns and trees and—"
Her musings were abruptly interrupted as she continued to fly forward, her eyes still locked on the squirrel. She didn't notice the large, sturdy apple tree directly in her path.
"—and no mail to deliver! I could just—"
WHAM!
Derpy collided with the tree headfirst at full speed. The impact was immediate and painful. Stars exploded in her vision, and a sound that could only be described as "bonk" reverberated through her skull.
"Ouch! What in Equestria—" she started, but the pain quickly overwhelmed her. Her eyes, which were always a little out of sync, now seemed to spin in opposite directions.
She slumped against the tree, her body suddenly feeling like it was made of lead. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but the world around her was a blurry mess of green, red, and brown.
"That was... not smart," she muttered to herself. "Stupid tree... Why'd you have to be in my way?"
Her head throbbed, a dull, pounding ache that seemed to grow worse by the second. She tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy and uncooperative. It was as if they were filled with jelly instead of bones and muscles.
Derpy's mind, usually a whimsical jumble of thoughts and ideas, was now struggling to focus. All she could think about was the pain. It radiated from her head down to her neck and shoulders, and every attempt to move only made it worse.
"Okay, Derpy, think," she told herself, though her thoughts were sluggish and jumbled. "You need to... you need to..."
What did she need to do? She couldn't remember. All she knew was that she needed to get up and move, but even that seemed impossible right now.
Her vision swam again, and she groaned. "Ugh, this is worse than that time I ate too many muffins at Pinkie's party... or that time I tried to deliver mail while blindfolded... or..."
Her internal monologue was cut short as a wave of dizziness washed over her. She felt herself slipping, losing her grasp on consciousness. The world around her faded to black, the pain in her head becoming a distant throb.
The last thing she saw before everything went dark was the squirrel, still nibbling on its acorn, watching her with what she could have sworn was a look of mild concern.
And then, Derpy Hooves knew no more.
At the same time, Applejack was making her usual rounds through the orchard, her trusty Stetson hat shading her eyes from the bright sun. She was humming a little tune, feeling proud of the rows of apple trees stretching out before her. They were all in perfect order, apples glistening in the sunlight, ready for harvest.
"Just another beautiful day," she said to herself, nodding in satisfaction. "Ain't nothing gonna spoil this day."
Her peaceful walk was interrupted by a curious sight. Ahead, under one of the biggest apple trees, was a gray blur. As she got closer, she recognized the tangled blond mane and the unmistakable cutie mark of bubbles.
"Well, I'll be... Is that Derpy?" Applejack's eyes widened as she realized the mailmare was lying motionless on the ground. "What in tarnation happened here!?"
She quickened her pace, her heart starting to race. As she reached Derpy, she could see that her friend was in bad shape. There was a nasty bump on her head, and she was completely out cold.
"Derpy! Hey, Derpy! Can ya hear me?" Applejack gently shook her, but there was no response. "Oh, ponyfeathers, this ain't good."
Applejack looked around frantically, trying to decide what to do. Leaving Derpy here was not an option. She had to get her back to the farmhouse and call for help. Without another moment's hesitation, she bent down, hooked her forelegs under Derpy's and started dragging her back towards the house.
"Come on, sugarcube, hang in there," Applejack muttered as she pulled. "We gotta get ya some help."
It was tough going. Derpy was heavier than she looked, and the orchard seemed to stretch on forever. Applejack gritted her teeth, determined to get her friend to safety.
Finally, the farmhouse came into view. "Just a little further," she panted. "Almost there."
As she dragged Derpy up to the porch, the door swung open and Granny Smith appeared. "Applejack, what in the world is goin' on? Who's that ya got there?"
"It's Derpy, Granny!" Applejack said urgently. "She had a bad fall in the orchard. We need to call a doctor, quick!"
Granny Smith's eyes widened as she took in the scene. "Oh my stars! Apple Bloom! Big Mac! Get out here, quick!"
Apple Bloom came running out of the house, her eyes wide with worry. "What happened to Derpy? Is she gonna be okay?"
"We're gonna do our best, sugarcube," Applejack said, trying to stay calm. "But we need to get her inside and call the doctor. Can ya help me lift her?"
Big Macintosh appeared in the doorway, his face serious. "Eeyup," he said, stepping forward to help.
Together, they carefully lifted Derpy and carried her inside, laying her down on the floor as gently as they could. Applejack grabbed a bunch of bandages and started wrapping them around Derpy's head, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Apple Bloom, go get the first aid kit," Applejack instructed. "And Big Mac, call the doctor and tell 'em we need help right away."
Apple Bloom nodded, tears streaming down her face as she ran to fetch the kit. Big Mac headed to the phone, his usual calm demeanor replaced with urgency.
"Don't ya worry, Derpy," Applejack said softly as she worked. "We're gonna take care of ya. Just hang in there."
Apple Bloom returned with the first aid kit, her little hooves shaking as she handed it to Applejack. "Is she gonna be okay, AJ? She looks so hurt..."
Applejack's heart ached seeing her sister so upset. "She's tough, Apple Bloom. She's gonna pull through, you'll see. Now, help me with these bandages."
They worked quickly, doing their best to stabilize Derpy's neck and head, making sure she was lying straight on the floor. The whole family was gathered around her, each doing their part to help.
Granny Smith bustled about, making sure they had everything they needed. "Keep her head steady, Apple Bloom. We don't want her gettin' more hurt than she already is."
Big Macintosh came back, his expression serious. "Doctor's on the way. Told 'em it was an emergency."
Applejack nodded, relief flooding through her. "Good. Now we just gotta keep her stable till they get here."
Apple Bloom was trying her best to stay strong, but the sight of Derpy lying so still was almost too much for her. "Why did this have to happen!? She never bothers anypony; she’s always mindin' her own business..."
Applejack put a comforting hoof on her sister's shoulder. "Sometimes accidents happen, Apple Bloom. But we're doin' everything we can to help her. And once the doctor gets here, they'll know what to do."
The minutes seemed to stretch on forever. Every now and then, Derpy would stir slightly, letting out a faint groan, but she didn't wake up. The worry in the room was palpable, but the Apple family stayed focused, working together to keep her stable (no pun intended).
Finally, there was the sound of hooves outside, and the door burst open to reveal the town doctor, followed by a couple of paramedics. They quickly assessed the situation, and the doctor knelt down beside Derpy.
"Let's see what we have here," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You've done a good job stabilizing her. We'll take it from here."
Applejack stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest. "Is she gonna be okay, Doc?"
The doctor looked up, giving her a reassuring smile. "We'll do everything we can. She's in good hooves now."
The paramedics worked quickly and efficiently, carefully placing Derpy on a stretcher and securing her neck and head. As they prepared to transport her, the doctor gave Applejack a nod.
"Thank you for getting her here so quickly. That probably made a big difference."
Applejack managed a small smile, though her worry hadn't lessened. "We just want her to be okay."
As they carried Derpy out to the waiting ambulance, Apple Bloom clung to Applejack, tears still in her eyes. "Will we be able to visit her, AJ?"
Applejack hugged her sister tightly. "’Course we will, Apple Bloom. We'll be there for her every step of the way."
They watched as the ambulance drove off, the siren fading into the distance. The Apple family stood together, united in their concern for their friend.
News of Derpy's accident spread through Ponyville faster than a cupcake sale at Sugarcube Corner. By noon, everypony was talking about it, from the market stalls to the schoolhouse. Within a day, it seemed that every pony in town was on tenterhooks, waiting for updates about their beloved, albeit clumsy, mailmare.
"Did you hear about Derpy?" a flower seller whispered to her customer.
"I heard she's in bad shape," replied the customer, shaking her head sadly.
The whispers and rumors flew around like leaves in a storm, each story more dramatic than the last. Some said Derpy had miraculously recovered and was now able to fly backwards. Others claimed she was secretly a superhero who had been injured while saving Equestria from a disaster nopony knew about. But the truth was far more mundane and much sadder.
Five weeks after the accident, the tension in Ponyville had only increased. Applejack, Twilight, and Rarity finally decided it was time to visit Derpy. They'd been advised against it before due to the severity of her condition and the complexity of the hospital's rules. But now, they heard she was getting better. Or at least, they hoped she was.
The three friends made their way to Ponyville General Hospital, their hearts heavy with worry. They walked through the hospital halls, which were filled with the sterile smell of disinfectant and the quiet hum of medical equipment. It was a far cry from the bustling, colorful world outside.
"This place always gives me the shivers," Rarity said, shivering slightly. "So... clinical."
"Just stay strong, y'all," Applejack said, trying to keep her own voice steady. "We're here for Derpy."
Twilight nodded, her wings twitching nervously at her sides. "I just hope she's okay. I mean, better than the last time we heard from the medical staff."
When they reached Derpy's room, they paused outside the door, taking a deep breath. Applejack pushed it open gently, and they walked inside.
The sight that greeted them was heart-wrenching. Derpy lay in the hospital bed, her body almost completely still. She was hooked up to various machines, including an oxygen tank that hissed and sighed with every breath she took. Her eyes were half-open but unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Oh, Derpy..." Rarity whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "This is dreadful."
The room was dimly lit, the only sound the beeping of the heart monitor and the pony’s heavy breathing. Derpy looked so small and fragile, a far cry from the cheerful, bumbling pony they all knew and loved.
Twilight stepped forward, her heart aching at the sight of her friend. "Derpy, it's us," she said softly. "Applejack, Rarity, and me. We're here to see you."
There was no response, not even a flicker of recognition in Derpy's eyes. It was as if she was there, but not really present.
Applejack swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Do ya think she can hear us?"
Before Twilight could respond, the doctor walked in. He was a middle-aged unicorn with a kind face but a serious expression. "Good afternoon, ladies," he said quietly. "I'm Dr. Canter. I've been looking after Miss Hooves."
Rarity turned to him, her voice trembling. "Doctor, what... what can you tell us about her condition?"
Dr. Canter sighed, his eyes full of empathy. "I'm afraid it's not good. Derpy is in what we call a post-coma unresponsiveness state. Some call it a vegetative state. She has made some progress in that she can open her eyes, but she doesn't seem to be aware of her surroundings."
Twilight's eyes widened in shock. "Does that mean she doesn't know we're here?"
The doctor nodded sadly. "It's likely that she doesn't understand much of what's going on. We've seen a few guttural sounds and movements, but those are more reflexes than conscious actions."
Applejack's voice was thick with emotion. "Will she get better? Will she ever be the same Derpy we know?"
Dr. Canter hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It's hard to say. Cases like this can vary widely. Some patients do improve over time, but many do not. Right now, it's important to provide care and support, but we have to be realistic about her chances."
Rarity couldn't hold back her tears any longer. "Oh, Derpy... it's just not fair."
The doctor placed a comforting hoof on her shoulder. "I know this is difficult. You're doing all you can by being here. Sometimes, just knowing that their friends care can make a difference, even if they can't respond."
Twilight nodded, wiping away her own tears. "We'll be here for her, no matter what."
The room fell into a somber silence, the three friends standing by Derpy's bedside, each lost in their own thoughts; it was a heartbreaking sight.
Applejack took a deep breath, trying to stay positive. "Derpy, if you can hear us, we're here for ya. And we ain't givin' up on ya."
Rarity dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Yes, darling. We love you, and we're rooting for you to get better."
Twilight nodded, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "We'll come back to visit you, Derpy. We'll be here as often as we can."
As they stood there, the beeping of the heart monitor seemed to echo their hope. It was a difficult moment, but they knew they had to stay strong for their friend.
As the three friends stepped out of Derpy's hospital room, the weight of what they'd just seen hung heavily in the air. Their usually lively spirits were subdued, their steps slower, as they tried to process the sight of their dear friend in such a state. They barely noticed Dr. Canter as he approached them again, his face a mix of professional calm and personal sympathy.
"Thank you for coming," Dr. Canter said, his voice gentle. "I know it's not easy to see her like this."
Twilight sighed, her wings drooping. "We just want to help her, Doctor. Is there anything more we can do?"
Dr. Canter nodded thoughtfully. "Actually, there might be. Derpy is stable enough to leave the hospital, but she still needs constant care. She can't speak, move her limbs, raise her head, eat, drink, or go to the bathroom on her own. In-patient care is very expensive, and she might benefit from being in a more home-like setting. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to locate any reachable kin."
Rarity's eyes widened. "You mean she has no family to take care of her?"
"That's correct," Dr. Canter replied. "So, I'm asking if you know of anypony who might be willing to take on the responsibility. It's a lot of work and requires significant attention."
The three ponies exchanged glances, each considering the monumental task of caring for Derpy. Applejack, ever the practical one, was the first to speak up.
"Well, it did happen on my farm," she said slowly. "And I've got the most space and family members to help out. It won't be easy, but I reckon Sweet Apple Acres is the best place for her."
Twilight nodded. "Applejack, are you sure? This is a huge responsibility."
Applejack nodded firmly. "I'm sure. We Apples stick together, and we'll do everything we can to help Derpy. She needs us."
Rarity dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Oh, Applejack, you're a true friend. Derpy is lucky to have you."
The doctor smiled, relieved. "Thank you, Applejack. We'll make sure you're fully briefed on her care. I would be remiss to say things will be easy, but with dedication and support, you can give her the best quality of life possible."
A couple of days later, Derpy was discharged from the hospital and transported to Sweet Apple Acres by ambulance. The Apple family gathered outside, waiting with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. As the ambulance pulled up, they could hear the gentle hum of the engine and the soft, rhythmic beeping of medical equipment.
Big Mac stood tall, his usual stoic expression a bit softer than usual. "Eeyup," he said quietly, bracing himself for what they were about to see.
Apple Bloom fidgeted nervously, clutching at Applejack's leg. "AJ, is Derpy gonna be okay here? I mean, really okay?"
Applejack put a comforting hoof on her sister's shoulder. "We're gonna do our best, Apple Bloom. It's gonna be a lotta work, but we're gonna make sure Derpy's taken care of."
The ambulance doors opened, and two nurses carefully wheeled Derpy out on a stretcher. She was still in a vegetative state, her body almost entirely covered in sheets. Her eyes were half-open, but they didn't focus on anything in particular. The sight was both heartbreaking and daunting.
"Goodness gracious," Granny Smith muttered, her eyes widening. "Poor gal looks like she's been through a war."
One of the nurses, a pegasus with a gentle demeanor, stepped forward with a clipboard. "Alright, let’s get her inside and situated. We’ve got a lot to go over."
The Apple family helped carry Derpy into the farmhouse and gently placed her in a specially prepared bed in one of the rooms on the ground floor. The nurse started going over the extensive list of recommendations and instructions.
"First, she'll need to be turned every two hours to prevent bedsores," the nurse explained, her voice calm but firm. "She has a feeding regimen, so you’ll need to follow these instructions for her nutrition. Here are the steps for administering medication. She’ll also need some physical therapy to prevent muscle atrophy, even though she can't move on her own."
Apple Bloom’s eyes grew wider with each new instruction. "That’s... a lot," she whispered, almost to herself.
The nurse continued, unperturbed. "She also requires regular cleaning and changing, as she can’t use the bathroom. Here are the hygiene routines you’ll need to follow. It’s important to monitor her vitals and look out for any signs of infection or distress."
Applejack nodded, taking notes on a notepad and accepting some documents secured with a large paperclip in her hooves. "We’ll handle it. Don’t you worry about that."
The nurse smiled sympathetically. "I know it seems overwhelming, but you’re doing a wonderful thing. If you have any questions or need help, don't hesitate to call the hospital. We’re here to support you."
Big Mac looked at the long list of instructions and let out a deep sigh. "Eeyup," he said, worry in his voice.
The nurse finally handed over the clipboard with all the details. "Alright, that’s everything. We’ll be checking in regularly to see how things are going."
As the nurse left, the family gathered around Derpy’s bed, each of them feeling the weight of the responsibility they’d taken on. The room was filled with the soft sounds of the medical equipment and the quiet, labored breathing of their friend.
Granny Smith broke the silence. "Well, we best get started. No time like the present."
Applejack nodded, rolling up her metaphorical sleeves. "Alright, family, let's show Derpy what Sweet Apple Acres is all about. We’re gonna take care of her, no matter what."
Over the next few days, the Apple family worked tirelessly to adjust to their new routine. They turned Derpy every two hours, fed her through the tube, administered her medication, and did everything they could to keep her comfortable. It was exhausting, but they were determined to give her the best care possible.
Despite the hard work, there were moments of levity and humor. Apple Bloom, in her youthful innocence, often tried to cheer Derpy up with silly jokes and stories.
"Hey, Derpy," Apple Bloom said one afternoon as she gently brushed the pegasus's mane. "Why did the scarecrow win an award? 'Cause he was outstanding in his field!"
Derpy didn't react, but Apple Bloom giggled anyway. "Don't worry, I'll keep telling 'em until I get a laugh outta ya."
Applejack watched her sister with a smile. "We’ll keep at it, Derpy," she said softly. "We’re here for ya, and we ain’t goin’ anywhere."
The days turned into weeks, and the Apple family settled into their new routine; Derpy would seem to show signs of improvement. Every small movement, every tiny sound, was a hopeful harbinger of better things to come.
In the quiet moments, when the farmhouse was still, Applejack would sit by Derpy's bedside and talk to her, sharing stories about the farm, their friends, and the town.
"You know, Derpy," she said one evening, her voice soft and filled with warmth. "Everypony in Ponyville is rootin’ for ya. We’re all waitin’ for the day you wake up and start tellin’ us about all the silly things you’ve been dreamin’ about. And I know that day’s gonna come. We just gotta be patient."
Applejack laughed for a moment, humored in her own thoughts in the same way that she knew Derpy would have humored her, “well, wouldn’t ya look at me, telling a patient how to be ‘patient’...” her voice trailed off as a tear fell from her eye.
Even more time passed at Sweet Apple Acres, and the Apple family settled into a routine with Derpy. Despite their best efforts, she wasn't showing much improvement. Her condition remained largely unchanged, but the family never lost hope. They continued to care for her with the same love and dedication they'd shown from the beginning.
One day, the Apple family prepared for the annual Cloudsdale Day festival. It was a big event, and they always sold a variety of apple-based baked goods. Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, and Applejack were busy packing up their cart with all sorts of treats: apple pies, apple fritters, caramel apples, and even Granny Smith's famous apple brown betty.
"Now, Applejack, don't forget to take extra jars of that homemade apple jam," Granny Smith reminded as she carefully placed a few more jars in the cart. "Folks in Cloudsdale can't get enough of it."
Apple Bloom hopped around excitedly. "I can't wait to see the Pegasi races! And we can try sellin' those new apple turnovers we made!"
Applejack smiled, adjusting her hat. "We'll sell out in no time. Cloudsdale Day is always a big hit."
With everything packed and ready, it was time for them to leave. Big Mac stood by the farmhouse, looking both nervous and excited. He was going to be in charge of Derpy while the others were away for the week.
"Big Mac, you sure you'll be alright takin' care of Derpy by yourself?" Applejack asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"Eeyup," Big Mac replied, though there was a hint of hesitation. "I'll manage."
"Just remember to turn her every two hours, feed her, give her medicine, and keep her clean," Apple Bloom added, listing off the responsibilities like a checklist.
Granny Smith patted Big Mac on the shoulder. "You got this, Big Mac. And if ya need any help, just holler for ol' Doc Canter."
With a final wave, the trio set off towards Cloudsdale, leaving Big Mac alone at the farmhouse. He watched them go, a mix of relief and anxiety bubbling inside him. He was happy to have the house to himself, but taking care of Derpy was no small task.
"Alright, Big Mac, you can do this," he muttered to himself as he walked back inside. "It's just for a week. What's the worst that could happen?"
For the first couple of days, Big Mac diligently followed the care instructions. He turned Derpy every two hours, fed her, administered her medication, and kept her clean. But by day two, he was starting to feel overwhelmed.
"This is harder than buckin' apples all day," he grumbled, wiping sweat from his brow after wrestling with Derpy's feeding tube.
By day three, Big Mac's resolve began to wane. "She's not gonna complain if I slack off a bit," he rationalized. "Ain't like she can tell on me."
Feeling the weight of his duties, he decided to cut a few corners. He resolved to get everything sorted out by the end of the week, so Derpy would be clean and cared for when the rest of the family returned. "Just gotta make sure everythin's perfect before they get back," he told himself.
As the days passed, the farmhouse started to smell worse and worse. Big Mac tried to ignore it, but the odor from Derpy was getting unbearable. He knew he had to do something.
"Darn it, Big Mac, ya can't just leave her like this," he muttered, reluctantly accepting the reality of the situation.
Deciding to take the easy route, Big Mac wheeled Derpy's rollable bed outside. "Fresh air'll do her good," he reasoned as he grabbed the garden hose. He washed her off with the hose, a decidedly lazy and less-than-ideal method.
"There, that should do it," he said, more to convince himself than anything. He left her outside to dry in the sun, carefully placing a straw hat over her face to ensure her face didn't get sunburned.
With Derpy settled outside, Big Mac went about his business. He finally had a chance to relax and do what he wanted. He indulged in a few ciders and enjoyed the rare peace and quiet of the farmhouse.
Hours passed, and Big Mac got lost in his relaxation. Five hours later, he suddenly remembered Derpy. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, realizing how long she'd been left outside.
He rushed to get her, only to find that she had already soiled her rollable bed again. "Darn it, Big Mac, what were ya thinkin'?" he chastised himself, though he knew it was too late to fix the mess he'd made.
Grumbling, he wheeled Derpy back inside, determined to clean her up and get everything back in order. "This week can't end soon enough," he thought, knowing he'd have to redouble his efforts to make up for his lapse in care.
Despite his grumbling, Big Mac knew deep down that he couldn't let Derpy suffer because of his negligence. He set to work cleaning her up, muttering to himself all the while. "Lazy, good-for-nothin'... gotta do better, Big Mac."
As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for his family and the dedication they showed in caring for Derpy day in and day out. "They're stronger than I gave 'em credit for," he admitted to himself. “But that still don’t mean I like doin’ this for ya one bit…” he said, turning his head toward Derpy.
On day four, Big Mac decided he needed to step up his game. The smell in the house had become unbearable once more, and his own sense of responsibility was nagging at him. "Alright, Big Mac, no more slacking off," he muttered to himself as he headed to Derpy's room. "Time to get things in order."
First on his list was changing Derpy's sheets. He steeled himself for the task, determined to get it done quickly and efficiently. As he began to carefully lift her to remove the soiled sheets, he felt a sudden, warm sensation on his hooves. Derpy had wet herself again, and it soaked right through onto him.
"Aw, c'mon!" Big Mac exclaimed, frustration boiling over. He dropped the sheets and backed away, shaking his hooves in disgust. "Just great, now I'm covered in it too."
Angry and overwhelmed, he stomped out of the farmhouse to clear his mind. The fresh air of the orchard usually calmed him, but today, it did little to ease his irritation. He walked around the farm, muttering to himself, his mind racing with angry thoughts.
"It's just not fair," he grumbled. "She did this to herself, flyin' into that tree. And now we gotta take care of her like she's part of the family. She ain't even family! Why's it gotta be us?"
He kicked a rock down the path, watching it tumble away. "Why's it gotta be me?" he continued, his voice rising. "Applejack and the others are off havin' a good time at Cloudsdale, and I'm stuck here cleanin' up messes."
After a while, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He knew his family was counting on him, and he couldn't let them down. He had to get through this, no matter how hard it was. "Alright, Big Mac, you can do this," he said, trying to pep himself up. "Just gotta keep goin'."
When he returned to the farmhouse, he reviewed the list of tasks they had left for him. At the bottom of the list, he saw something he had been avoiding: physical therapy.
"Great," he muttered, "just what I needed." But he knew it was important for Derpy's recovery, so he couldn't skip it.
He approached Derpy's bed and gently lifted the sheet covering her legs. He took a deep breath, trying to remember everything Applejack had shown him about the therapy exercises. "Alright, Derpy, let's get these legs movin'."
He started with her right leg, carefully lifting it and bending it at the knee. "Gotta keep the joints from gettin' stiff, I reckon," he said aloud, more to himself than to Derpy. He moved her leg in slow, deliberate motions, bending and straightening it, then rotating her ankle.
Next, he moved to her left leg, repeating the same motions. He focused on being gentle yet firm, making sure to give each joint a full range of motion. "There we go," he said, trying to sound encouraging. "Keepin' those muscles workin'."
He spent about fifteen minutes on each leg, carefully moving them through the exercises. The room was quiet except for the occasional creak of the bed and the sound of his own breathing. As he worked, he found himself calming down a bit. The repetitive motions and the focus required for the therapy helped take his mind off his frustrations.
"See, Big Mac, you can handle this," he told himself as he finished the last set of exercises. "Ain't so bad once you get the hang of it."
In order to help stretch out Derpy’s leg adductors, he took each of her hindlegs in his hooves and abducted the limbs from the unconscious pony’s midline. After spreading her supple, lifeless, slightly atrophied legs open, he felt a sudden jolt of excitement as he took in the sight of her crotchtits and marehood, a region he had never seen up close and personal like this before. He felt his curiosity peak as he leaned in closer to inspect the area.
Big Mac couldn't help but be entranced by the sight before him. He had never seen a pair of crotchtits like hers before, and he was eager to explore the gray mounds further. He began to manipulate the region with his hooves, examining every inch of it. He marveled at the softness of her skin and mist-colored coat and the warmth that radiated from her body, even in her vegetative state.
Big Mac took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Derpy's crotchtits from afar. It was a musky, earthy smell that seemed to penetrate through the distant smell of effluent; he found that natural, almost pheromonic smell of her intoxicating. He closed his eyes and savored the scent, imagining all the possibilities that lay before him.
"What am I doin'?" Big Mac asked himself, a wry, self-condescending smile spreading across his face. "I ain't never seen nothin' like this before. And here I am, sniffin' it like a damn dog."
But Big Mac couldn't help himself. He was so entranced by the sight and smell of Derpy's adjacent marehood that he couldn't resist the urge to explore further. He began to inch his face closer: “Dare I?” he thought for a moment. Without much additional thought, overcoming any feelings of disgust that might have lingered earlier in his mind, he respected his lips on the unconscious pony’s mons pubis and laid a tender kiss on it before withdrawing. He knew he wanted more. He got closer and approached the region again, placing his tongue on the rostral end of the pegasus’s slit and gave one hearty pass with his tongue, savoring the taste of her skin.
As he continued to explore, Big Mac felt a surge of excitement course through his body. He had never felt this way before, and he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying himself. He continued to lick and kiss Derpy's marehood, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction as he did so.
The stallion looked around, as if instinctively checking if there was anypony to witness what he was about to do next. The primal part of his being told him that he had to do something, and who knows when he would have another opportunity to do it without repercussions.
He peered down at Derpy’s still form again, and he could now recognize the extent to which something inside him was stirring. Something primal. Something ineffable. Something he didn't understand. He knew what he wanted to do, but he also knew it was wrong. He shouldn't. He couldn't.
But he did…
He leaned down, his lips finding her weak, pliable mouth. She didn't respond, but he didn't care. He kept going, his tongue exploring the area beyond her unusually cold lips. He could feel her body underneath him, soft and yielding.
The red stallion pulled back, his eyes roaming over her body. He could see the curves of her figure, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. He could smell her, a mix of sweat and urine. Regardless of her smell and her overall condition, she was beautiful, her coat smooth and unblemished, her curves perfect, her form immaculate and unspoiled apart from the large dome of white bandages that covered the top of her head.
He couldn't help himself. Big Mac leaned down again, his lips finding her nipples near her marehood. He sucked and bit, his hooves reaching down to play with her other crotchtit. He kept going, his body moving of its own accord.
As Big Mac moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down to her nethers. He reached her pussy, his hooves gently parting her lips, leaning in as his tongue worked on finding her clit.
She tasted amazing, replete with sweetness, saltiness, and an unmistakable acidity from the residual drops of urine left in the area. He couldn't get enough. He felt her body start to respond, her pussy getting wetter, as if by instinct without the conscious elements of her mind playing a controlling role. The stallion groaned, his dick getting harder as he hoisted his torso upwards to mount the bed and allow his eager dick to find her pussy.
He pushed in, his dick sliding in easily. She was tight, her cunt gripping him like a vice as if to proclaim that the stallion’s cock was her first. Big Mac groaned, his hooves reaching down to play with her flanks as he started to move, his hips thrusting in and out.
As the driven, though admittedly inexperienced, stallion pumped and forced his way in and out of the unconscious mare, he could feel himself getting closer and his balls tightening. He groaned, his hips thrusting ever faster. He could feel her pussy start to contract, her body responding to his, as if defying her near-comatose state.
“Ya like that, ya stupid, dumb fuckin’ vegetable? You like making a mess on my hooves and making me change yer sheets e’ery five minutes?!” Big Mac grunted under his breath, his voice sharp with malice as he chased his orgasm.
Within a moment of driving his member as deep as he could into Derpy, he moaned and whinnied as he finally came, his cum filling her pussy as his muscles shook. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in gasps.
Big Mac looked down at her, his heart racing; the stallion knew what he had done was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the way his body had responded to the mare’s state of vulnerability.
The next day, Big Mac felt a gnawing sense of guilt that he couldn't shake. His mind kept drifting back to the incident from the previous day, and he couldn't help but worry about what might happen as a result. He paced around the farmhouse, his thoughts a chaotic swirl of anxiety and regret.
"What if she goes and gets pregnant?" he muttered to himself, his heavy hoofsteps echoing through the empty house. "What if she survives and gets better? Then what?"
He kept pacing, trying to figure out what he could do to fix the problem he'd created. Every scenario he imagined seemed worse than the last. He considered his options, even just disposing of her somehow, but none of them seemed satisfactory.
"Maybe Ah could...no, that won't work," he said aloud, dismissing another half-baked idea. "What am I gonna do?"
His pacing quickened as his anxiety grew. He couldn't think of a single good solution. The thought of Derpy's condition worsening because of his negligence made his stomach churn. He imagined the look on Applejack's face if she found out. The disappointment in Granny Smith's eyes. Apple Bloom's confusion and sadness.
Finally, he decided to hide things and take his chances when the rest of the family returned from Cloudsdale. "Maybe they won't even notice," he told himself, though he knew it was a slim hope. "Maybe Ah can get everythin’ cleaned up before they get back and they wouldn’t even have a clue ‘bout what Ah did with ‘er."
However, the guilt wouldn't leave him alone. All day long, it gnawed at him, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. He went through the motions of caring for Derpy, but his heart wasn't in it. His mind kept replaying the incident, over and over.
As night fell, Big Mac hoped that sleep would bring some relief. But when he finally drifted off, his guilt followed him into his dreams.
In his nightmare, he found himself back in the farmhouse, but everything was dark and twisted. The walls seemed to close in on him, and the air was thick and oppressive. He could hear a faint, mocking laughter echoing through the halls.
"Who's there?" he called out, his voice trembling.
The laughter grew louder, and he saw a shadowy figure at the end of the hallway. It was Derpy, but not as he remembered her. Her eyes glowed with an eerie light, and her smile was twisted into a sinister grin.
"You did this to me," she said, her voice echoing unnaturally. "You left me to suffer..you raped me."
Big Mac tried to back away, but his hooves felt like they were stuck in place. "No, I... I didn't mean to, it just…happened," he stammered, his heart pounding.
Derpy floated closer, her expression growing more menacing. "You abandoned me. You betrayed me. You were supposed to take care of me, but you didn't."
"I tried," Big Mac pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes. "I did my best."
"But it wasn't enough," Derpy hissed. "And now you'll pay the price."
Suddenly, the floor beneath him gave way, and Big Mac found himself falling into a pit of darkness. He screamed as he tumbled through the void, the mocking laughter echoing all around him. He felt a cold, clammy force grab his hoof, pulling him down further into the abyss.
He woke with a start, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. The room was dark and still, but his heart was racing, and the nightmare's lingering terror gripped him.
Big Mac sat up in bed, his mind reeling. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like a heavy blanket. He knew he had to do something, but he didn't know what. The thought of facing the rest of the family when they returned filled him with fear.
"Get a grip now, Big Mac, ya hear," he whispered to himself, trying to steady his breathing. "You gotta pull it together."
The next couple days went by in a guilt- and anxiety-laden blur. When the week finally came to an end, Big Mac felt a sense of relief. He'd managed to keep things together, more or less, and he was eager for the rest of the family to return. All he had to do was to not mess up at the finish line and avoid spilling the beans.
As Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, and Applejack arrived back at the farmhouse, they were greeted by Big Mac, looking a little worse for wear but ostensibly proud of his efforts.
"How was Cloudsdale?" he asked, trying to mask his exhaustion.
"It was fantastic!" Apple Bloom exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We sold out of everything!"
"And we even got a special order for more apple turnovers next year," Applejack added with a grin.
Granny Smith looked around, sniffing the air suspiciously. "What happened here, Big Mac? Smells like a barnyard in the middle of summer."
Big Mac chuckled sheepishly. "We had a bit of a… rough week, but I managed. Derpy's been taken care of, more or less."
Applejack raised an eyebrow. "More or less?"
"Well, let's just say I learned a thing or two about carin' for a pony in need," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. "And maybe I got a bit carried away."
Granny Smith patted his shoulder. "You did good, Big Mac. We appreciate all you did. Now, let's get this place cleaned up and back to normal,” the matriarch said as she and the other Apple family members moved beyond Big Mac to start unpacking.
And as he looked over at Derpy, still in her bed but clean and comfortable, knowing he had gotten away with it, at least for now, he couldn't help but allow a faint smile to break out across his lips.
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Original Character,Alternate Universe,Tragedy,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Ghost of Leviathan
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An EaW short about a Solar admiral bringing a decade long search to a close.
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<p>It is 1038 ALB. The War of the Two Sisters ended with a Solar victory. A decade of war followed, uniting Equus under the Imperial flag. New Mareland, once wayward, is brought back into the fold. Chiropterra is purged of all heresy. Peace reigns.</p><p>Admiral Light Shine commands one of the most advanced anti-submarine warfare task forces the world has ever known. For the past decade, he has coordinated the efforts of the Solar Navy to eradicate all remaining Lunar remnants operating in the Celestial Sea and beyond. Unbeknownst to all but his aide, his efforts centered entirely on one goal—</p><p>—to find Leviathan.</p><br/><p>(Entry for the Equestria at War group's 2024 writing contest.)</p>
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Tok tok tok.
Light Shine stirred in his bed at the sound of hoof taps on his cabin door. The many dedicated years of service to Her Majesty in the Imperial Solar Navy had conditioned his mind and body with vigilant preparedness for rude awakenings at inconvenient times such as this. Age, however, proved a stubborn reminder that long hours and little sleep were games to be played by the young. No matter how often he claimed to retain reserves of youthful vibrancy, his body would all too eagerly remind him that age was indeed slowly winning the protracted war against his diminishing reserves of natural energy.
Tok tok. “Admiral, sir?” A muffled voice softly called out through the door.
Light’s eyelids felt especially heavy as he willed them open, turning his blurry vision to catch sight of the faintly glowing clock face resting atop his nightstand.
0324 hours. Light let out a huff of exhaustion. A mere four hours of rest. Perhaps if he were two decades younger that may have proven adequate, but his veteran body of over sixty years begged him with stiff muscles and aching joints to remain in bed.
Tok tok tok. “Sir, I have an update for you,” the voice again called through the door, laced with polite insistence.
“Yes, thank you,” Light offered a groggy response, signaling to the voice that he was now awake. “One moment,” he groaned, gently lifting the sheets off his person and sitting up in his bed. He rubbed his weary eyes as he processed whose voice spoke through the door. Day Stride. My aide. Right. He knew she would only disturb him if the report directly related to the mission of his task force. Pushing himself off his bed and onto all four hooves, he forced his body into action despite its protestations; a shiver seized his body as one last act of defiance at the rude disturbance.
Now awake, and not one to present poorly regardless of the situation, Light approached the small sink and mirror nestled snugly next to his wardrobe and freshened his appearance with a small splash of water to his face. The contrast of cold liquid upon his warm muzzle electrified his nerves, jolting his senses to full attention. He dabbed his face dry with a towel, then brushed his golden brown mane and tail, taking practiced care to keep the natural amber streaks in both neatly straightened. Turning to his wardrobe, he retrieved his uniform jacket and gracefully donned it upon his frame.
Once buttoned, he stood up on his hind legs and gave the uniform a gentle tug to properly set it on his torso, the white and gold complimenting his creamy yellow coat. He reached for his old pocket watch resting on the end table next to his bed, gave it a customary wind, and gently popped open the cover. There, inside the recess of the lid, were two small photographs: one of his beloved wife, Aurora, and the other of… an old friend. He closed the cover, placed the watch into an inner pocket of his jacket, and settled back down on all four hooves. He reached for his officer’s cap and nestled it gingerly upon his head, taking great care not to unsettle a single strand of hair of his mane. He gave the reflection in the mirror a brief inspection before nodding in satisfaction. No matter what the history books may say about the old Element of Generosity, Rarity had it right—it never hurts to look one’s best, never mind the time, place, or event.
Satisfied with his appearance, he opened the cabin door to greet his aide.
The young unicorn officer in the corridor stepped back and offered a friendly salute in recognition of the Admiral. Light returned her gesture and greeted the mare with a pleasant smile. “Lieutenant Day Stride! Good morning. What update do you bring?” A flag aide of his for the past few years, Day Stride’s diligence in staying connected to anything relevant to the Admiral’s schedule and activities greatly alleviated the stress of tracking everything himself—even if it meant being awoken early.
The lieutenant lowered her hoof and presented a levitated mug and saucer softly aglow with her magic. Light Shine accepted the drink, and took a sip—creamy hazelnut hot cocoa, his favorite. “Captain Dart wishes you to know that we’ve received word from SES Goadway; it has been attacked and sunk by a submersible, sir,” the young mare stated, “The senior staff is waiting in the War Room to discuss Kapitän Burgben’s report on the matter.”
Light sipped from his mug, his mind occupied. That brings the total attacks to nine, I believe. And perhaps the final one this round. He partook of another sip as Day Stride dutifully awaited, Light’s mind wandering.
Fifteen years ago, he managed to convince the Solar High Command and Her Imperial Majesty to bring a collection of specialized ships into reality. Once approved and commissioned, those vessels formed what now comprised Task Force Calm Waves—the same ships Light Shine now commanded. However, given the narrow scope of their mission over the past decade, many Solar politicians and chiefs of staff had questioned the reason for their existence . To Light’s eternal gratitude, sightings of and strikes from submarines of the ragtag Lunarist remnants were frequent enough for TFCW to continue operations and receive uninterrupted funding and support.
Not that anypony knows there is more than one submersible.
Of course, while TFCW itself had yet to engage a submarine in combat, it did serve as a central nexus of the anti-submarine campaign against what survived of the Lunarist remnants; collecting data, relaying reports, and coordinating counterstrikes. The propaganda arm of the Solar Empire worked tirelessly to hide the fact that more than one submarine even existed. The elaborate game of manipulation did not exist to deceive Solarist citizens, but rather to hide the truth from the Lunarist remnants—that TCFW knew their game and beat them at it.
Light absentmindedly sipped from his mug once again before snapping back to the present. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” Light said, finally acknowledging his aide. He replaced the partially consumed cocoa back on the levitated saucer. “Let’s join the others in the War Room then, shall we?”
“Of course, sir,” Day Stride nodded, moving aside to allow Light to enter the corridor. “I also have another report for your eyes only.”
“Oh?” Light perked his eyebrows in anticipation. That could only be relating to… “Our—” Light eyed a passing crewpony, and chose his next words with care. “—primary target? That one?” The two began walking, navigating their way through the ship corridors toward the War Room.
Day Stride affirmed with a silent nod, and levitated her clipboard over to Light, holding it aloft in front of his face with the soft glow of her magic. The Admiral scanned the document clasped upon it, eagerly consuming its text.
He halted in the corridor upon finishing the report. “You are certain this is accurate? Without a doubt?” He questioned.
Again, Day Stride confidently nodded in the affirmative.
”Then…” he trailed off. Perhaps now is the time. “There is just the one left. And we know that one is Leviathan. We can finally end this.” The scroll. “Lieutenant, I need to return to my cabin for… something important.”
The unicorn aide tilted her head to the side in brief perplexion before mouthing a silent “ah” as she realized to what Light referred. The two trotted back to the Admiral’s cabin with bridled haste. As Light entered his cabin again, his eyes immediately fixated knowingly on an end table drawer next to his bed. Opening the drawer revealed the scroll which he sought, his attention swiftly drawn to the brilliant seal of Her Imperial Majesty emblazoned upon it. He reached for the scroll, but paused halfway, his hoof trembling. May this not be for nought. Sun above, let this be the day. Snatching the scroll, he placed it into the inner pocket of his jacket, and left once again for the War Room with Day Stride.
“Sir, if I may?” Day Stride politely inquired.
“Of course. Speak your mind, Lieutenant.” Light reached for his cocoa again, and Day Stride levitated it over to him as they continued through the corridors.
“Are you going to bring this all to a close now?”
Light Shine supped the final portion of his cocoa and returned the mug to its levitated saucer one last time. Is this really the end? Ten patient years of searching and watching, finally over? Or is it the errand of a fool? The report from Day Stride certainly presented real potential to sunset his operation once and for all, and yet he could not quite shake the fear, no matter how slim, that his true target would not be present aboard the submarine. That fear cast a terrifying shadow across his mind; should his target not be present, then it would be a hollow victory. Yet we cannot allow the darkness of fear to choke the light of hope. It will all work out. It must.
“Yes, I think I shall,” came his response.
Reaching their destination, they halted in front of the door leading to the War Room. Light Shine inhaled deeply, and let out a huff. “Keep up a charade that there will be no change in our operation. When the time is appropriate, I will inform the staff that we will strike at Leviathan.”
Day Stride smirked and shook her head. “You certainly love your little surprises, sir.”
Light softly chuckled. “That I do.” He tugged at his uniform. “Shall we?”
Day Stride pushed open the door for Light, and the duo entered without a word. Those already present halted their sporadic conversing to offer a brief, customary salute to their commanding officer. Returning the gesture, Light took a quick inventory of those present.
The light blue coat of Captain Feather Dart caught his attention first. A few years ago, Light Shine selected the unicorn stallion to serve as the Commanding Officer of the cruiser SES Barnstable—the flagship of TFCW and self-same vessel they currently sailed upon. The bags under Feather’s eyes suggested that the poor stallion likely suffered from a lack of sleep. Such is the burden of command.
Vice Admiral Delchin Ponetrovsky’s stern gaze stood ever as a reminder of the gray-coated stallion’s persistent displeasure toward being a part of Light Shine’s operation. Both of them knew that Ponetrovsky’s assignment to the TFCW existed purely as an attempt by Solar High Command to placate the neighsayers within the Mareland government. Even still, his years of naval experience had shown to be somewhat useful, thus Light tolerated his presence.
The most controversial officer present, and primary catalyst for the early morning gathering, was that of Kapitän zur See Wil Burgben. Light enjoyed the changeling’s presence, but understood that many of the ponies in the Solar Empire still harbored deep-seated animosity and suspicion toward his race. Nevertheless, the Kapitän’s extensive knowledge of lone wolf submarine behaviors had proven valuable to his operation.
The last of the senior officers present was Commander Rain Bloom, Air Group Coordinator for the TFCW. The sea green colored Pegasus’ brashness frequently tested the limits of Light’s patience, but his acumen in aerial coordination and data interpretation far outweighed any misgivings.
All senior officers presently accounted for. Light Shine took his place at the head of the table, with Day Stride remaining by Light’s side, ready to take any necessary notes.
“Alright, Kapitän, what is so pressing that it requires a meeting this early in the morning?” He posed his query at the changeling, despite reasonably assuming with little doubt that his report entirely dealt with Leviathan. A subtle eye roll from Ponetrovsky briefly caught his attention, but Light promptly dismissed the annoyance from his mind.
The changeling cleared his throat and stepped toward the table. “Well, mein Admiral, after receiving Goadway’s transmitted report, I reviewed her sonar logs and photo reconnaissance to compare against all other data collected from previous confirmed and false sightings of what we believe is the Leviathan.” He set a small stack of documents on top of the conference table’s strewn maps. A smile gripped Burgben’s muzzle, awkwardly riding the line between excitement and anxiety as he nudged the stack in Light’s direction.
Light Shine reached for the stack and skimmed through the documents. Collectively, he assumed the series of numbers, visual representations of returned sonar pings, and graphs of other data contained on the pages meant something grand. He looked back to Burgben for further explanation.
The changeling excitedly nodded his head, proudly smiling.
”Yes,” Light offered, “It is all certainly… interesting.”
Burgben tossed a set of two photographs onto the table. “And these! One is from a confirmed sighting two years ago, the other from Goadway’s photo recon! Look!”
Light Shine exchanged the documents for the photographs and compared the two. Both clearly showed a pair of large, rounded bulbs flanked either side of the submarine’s conning tower—one fore and one aft. They alone easily identified the submersible shown in both photographs as the one and only submarine they intentionally shadowed for a decade.
“Identical, ja?” Burgben eagerly commented, his smile shifting more toward excitement.
Naturally. There was only ever one submersible left for them to hunt. “Yes, indeed,” Light responded in the affirmative.
“We have the real Leviathan in our sights again, mein Herr!” Burgben tapped near a drawn “X” on the top most map on the table. It was a regional map of the sea region between Wingbardy and the Feathered Isles, and several similar X’s were scrawled across the sea region represented, each with a date marking next to them. The mark that Burgben called to attention was located approximately two hundred nautical miles north northwest of the Feathered Isles, and roughly one hundred nautical miles south of TFCW. “This is our best opportunity at capturing it!” Burgben’s statement carried a hint of pleading woven within it.
Ponetrovsky scoffed and stepped forward, staring coldly at Light Shine. “Not to pour rain on the bug’s parade, but we’ve been closer to the Leviathan before. Many times. Why bother now?”
Light remained unfazed. The fussy Marelander constantly took issue with Light’s chosen operational conduct with his task force. Of course, he also does not know the true goal I have in mind. Nor will he. He maintained his attention on Burgben. Continue the charade for now. “Kapitän, you know we avoid direct interaction with the submarine. Why, then, should we go after Leviathan this time?”
Burgben cleared his throat. “Well… she has been the only submarine detected in the past year of operation, for one,” he sheepishly admitted, before rushing on. “Which is confirmed by official Solar military sources! A year ago and beyond, many professed sightings of the Leviathan were dismissed as false—sea monsters or our own training exercises. No such dismissal has been made in the past year!”
The changeling excitedly gestured at the map. “And if you note the path of the Leviathan over the past few weeks,” a series of X’s on the map formed a rough arc from the southern coast of Solar Mareland down to the last position of the Goadway, “—you will notice that they appear to be finishing an attack run. All our data collected from years of sightings suggests that the Leviathan operates for approximately one and a half months, performs around eight to ten attacks, then disappears for a month or so.” He tapped on the X representing the last attack. “With the attack on the Goadway a half hour ago, that brings the Leviathan’s total attacks to nine, and her operational time from the first attack to one month, eleven days.”
“Okay, assuming this is our sub,” Feather Dart interjected, his brow furrowed, “how do you know that they won’t attack a tenth time? You did say they attack eight to ten times in a run.”
“A fair question, mein kamerad!” The changeling’s voice beamed in excitement and pride as he continued to build momentum. “My team and I have made the following observations:” Burgben shifted the table maps to bring a map of the Celestial Sea to the forefront. “The average distance of the Leviathan’s typical attack run is approximately 9,000 nautical miles; this comes from observations of fifty-two of said attack runs.” He gestured to a number of red arrows that extended across the Asterion Sea, each originating from question marks scrawled over various foreign ports located on the coast of southern Griffonia. “As for where the Leviathan calls home, we know with reasonable certainty that it must be in this region, given the submarine’s operational range.”
Light Shine brought his forelegs to rest up onto the table, forming a ponderous arch in front of his muzzle. “True, true, Kapitän, but how does this factor into the possibility of another strike? Or, rather, the lack thereof?”
“Ah, simple, mein Admiral.” Burgben held his head high. “With the attack on the Goadway, we can reasonably assume the Leviathan has traveled approximately 8700 nautical miles. We also know much regarding how the Leviathan conducts its attacks. Based on the average ammunition expended in each recorded attack—and accounting for the extra expenditures from one of the strikes on this run—and assuming she maintains a minimum torpedo compliment in reserve for self-defense, and knowing what a submarine of her type typically carries as a torpedo complement, we determined that Leviathan is down to just her reserves. Combining her presumed ammunition reserves and travel distance, we can say with near certainty that she intends to return to port.” He nodded with satisfaction and beamed a pleased smile.
“This is why you called a meeting?” Ponetrovsky’s irritation cut through the air. “You know we’re not going to do anything about it! We never have.” The Marelander shot a look of contempt at Light Shine. “And we never will.”
Rain Bloom stepped up. “While I don’t share the Vice Admiral’s… feelings—” the pegasus gave Ponetrovsky a sideways glance before shifting his attention at Burgben, “—I hate to say that I agree with him. We’ve found the fish before, but ne’er caught it. So why the meetin’?”
Burgben’s head whipped back and forth between Ponetrovsky and Rain Bloom before locking eyes with Light Shine. “Herr Admiral, please,” his voice desperate, “I have reason to believe the Leviathan may be the sole remaining Lunar sub left in operation, if there were even any others to begin with. Sightings of it have diminished, and if the Leviathan disappears, it would be a major blow to both the morale of this crew and to the image of the Solar Empire! If not now, when?”
There was a momentary pause as the officers fell silent, expectantly waiting for a response from Light Shine, who merely stared at the cacophony of maps and documents strewn across the war table. He could feel the scroll in his jacket burn brightly, almost as if to encourage him to action with its warm embrace. Yes. Today, most certainly, needed to be the day.
”Mein hengste,” Burgben started hesitantly, “if—”
Light held up a hoof to signal Burgben to stop. He tugged at his uniform, straightening it as he stood up, and locked eyes with the changeling. “With the information presented, and based on your best models, are you certain we can catch Leviathan if we act now?”
The other officers in the room exchanged dumbfounded glances. Ten years of operation, several crew rotations, dozens of sightings of Leviathan, countless hours of drills, hundreds of pages of data—never once had Light ever hinted at any action beyond shadowing the submarine in an endless game of cat and mouse. Except, the cat never caught its prey, nor dared try. No pony honestly expected Light Shine to actually give any meaningful order to try and confront the notorious sub.
“Well?” Light queried again.
Burgben snapped to, and tore through his notes with anxious haste. “I, uh…” He scanned document after document, his mind slowly accepting that this was real, and not just another drill. “Ja.” He set his mess of notes down and nodded eagerly. “Ja, mein Admiral! Of course we can!”
A steward entered the room pushing a meal cart that carried a covered platter, silverware, and steaming mug.
Light Shine smiled. “Excellent,” he stated both in acknowledgment of Kapitän Burgben’s affirmation, and to the delivery of his breakfast. He sat back down in his chair, and nodded. “Then consider the order given to begin Operation Sea Storm.” The platter and second mug of cocoa were placed before him, the steward lifting the cover to reveal a hot meal of warm biscuits topped with scrambled eggs smothered in country gravy. Light began to cut into it, then stopped to look up at his officers. They each stood motionless in disbelief, wondering if they had heard their commander correctly.
This is what I get for holding back for so long. “Honestly, gentleponies.” He looked over at Day Stride and gave a slight nod.
The mare wasted no time. “You heard the Admiral! Operation Sea Storm is a go!” She bellowed, “This is not a drill! Action Stations!”
Despite woefully outranking the feisty mare by several margins, Ponetrovsky, Feather Dart, Burgben, and Rain Bloom knew all too well that when Day Stride barked orders as she did now, it was as if the Admiral himself gave it. A mix of “ayes” echoed in response. Captain Feather Dart promptly dashed out the room to resume commanding Barnstable and to prepare the ship for full speed and action stations.
Ponetrovsky glared at Light with disbelief and suspicion before leaving for the ship’s command center at an unhurried pace. Light Shine simply ignored the stallion.
“Kapitän Burgben,” Light Shine called the changeling’s attention upon finishing a bite of breakfast. Burgben halted collecting his papers, perking up to give his attention to the Admiral. “After giving Commander Rain Bloom the information he needs to coordinate the launch of the air group, would you please work with Lieutenant Day Stride to gather all information you have on Leviathan into a brief for my review?”
“Jawohl, mein Admiral!” Burgben briskly saluted, and returned to gathering his papers. Day Stride took up position next to the changeling, notepad and pen levitated within the wispy glow of her magic, and patiently waited.
“Admiral!”
Commander Rain Bloom’s boisterous salutation interrupted Light Shine’s next bite. “Still plannin’ on and feelin’ up to ridin’ with the air wing?”
“Certainly. Once I finish breakfast, mind you.” Light gave a warm smile, and partook his next bite.
“Right-o!” The pegasus gave the Admiral a pat on the back. “See ya ‘board Aurora in an hour!” He departed the War Room with Burgben and Day Stride.
Light Shine swallowed and reached for his mug, his mind wandering as he stared blankly across the room. May this truly be the final act, Leviathan. I am ready for the journey to be over now.
The sound of aircraft engines roared across the flight deck as the light carrier SES Aurora briskly sailed into a headwind. She fell behind the main group of the task force, though intentionally so—the carrier needed to sail into the headwind at maximum speed to generate extra lift to properly launch her heavy aircraft. Unfortunately, the direction of said headwind blew several degrees west of TFCW’s heading—the latter racing off at flank speed to catch Leviathan. Nevertheless, the vessel did not need to keep up with the majority of TFCW in order to be useful—her tools and weaponry took the form of aircraft, allowing her to strike farther than any gun or depth charge ever could. Even still, she would work to catch up with the rest of the task force once her air wing had launched, loyally escorted by SES Golden Ray, one of the five task force destroyers.
Light Shine and Rain Bloom made their way across the flight deck toward the final aircraft awaiting launch. The rest of the air wing—three Buckingham TF7 long range medium bombers equipped for anti-submarine warfare—were loitering high above the carrier, having taken off from the flight deck a few minutes earlier.
“We should be to the Leviathan’s rough location in about twenty minutes!” Commander Rain Bloom shouted above the wind and engine roar. “I know y’aren’t worried ‘bout it, but the wing’s got plenty of fuel and munitions to engage for ‘bout an hour after that before needin’ to head back!”
Light Shine nodded in acknowledgement, and began boarding the airplane, Rain Bloom following shortly behind him.
“If all goes well, the fleet’ll be a half hour out from engagement once we call it quits and get back to Aurora!” Rain Bloom offered a half-salute, half-wave. “Here’s to success!” The pegasus clambered past and took his station at the radio and radar position and wasted no time radioing confirmation and instruction to the rest of the air wing.
The outer door to the aircraft closed, helping to muffle the ruckus of the craft’s engine. Light climbed into his own personal seat situated over a ventral observation dome, fastened his safety belts, and donned a flight helmet and headset. His aircraft, a Cloudbreak GR Mk I large reconnaissance plane nicknamed “Peeping Cloud”, was an older style turbo-prop plane (as Light Shine found the slower, more fuel-efficient propeller engines more suited to longer flight times than the more modern jet engines). Despite its deceptively outdated appearance, it carried an innovative and semi-experimental magical air radar that could better “see” through cloud cover compared to more conventional, non-magical designs. The final piece of equipment carried aboard were a dozen radio-controlled remote sonar buoys which could be parachuted down to the ocean surface from high altitudes.
Light Shine braced as Peeping Cloud raced off the flight deck and took to the skies. Once airborne, he watched through the observation dome as they zoomed above and past the rest of TFCW, the ships clipping through the calm seas at relatively high speeds themselves. His flagship, Barnstable, naturally led the small flotilla at the head of its wedge formation. Following behind her, the other four destroyers of the task force kept pace and held their distance, fanning out to allow for maximum visual coverage. Taking up the center rear of the formation lay the two auxiliary ships of TFCW: a supply and equipment ship and SES Copper Cog, a unique submarine tender-carrier.
The flotilla of ships soon disappeared below as Peeping Cloud both ascended above the cloud layer and past the much slower ships. The flight to Leviathan’s estimated position was uneventful, as Light had expected. This wasn’t war. The Solar Empire both maintained peace back home and avoided international conflict for nearly fifteen years.
The next several minutes passed without incident, with Peeping Cloud pulling ahead of the Buckinghams per operational procedure. Its specialized detection equipment dictated that it scout ahead of the rest of the air wing; the medium bombers thus held back to let it pass.
As Peeping Cloud raced ever closer to their target, Light felt an anxious knot turn in his stomach. He wasn’t a pacifist by any sense of the word, but neither was he bloodthirsty. Great care taken over the past decade ensured that all offensive measures committed by his task force were as non-lethal as possible. The intention was to capture, not execute. Enough Equestrian blood had been spilt in the wars for dominance and unification. Enough lives were lost defeating the Nightmare one final time.
Light Shine let out a tired sigh. And I pray you were not one of them, my friend. A crackle in his headset interrupted his reflections.
“Admiral, we’ve got visual,” the voice of Rain Bloom came through the headset. “You should be able to see it through breaks in the clouds at… two klicks, port, twenty degrees.”
“Acknowledged, thank you,” Light replied, snatching a pair of binoculars resting beneath his seat. Bringing them to his eyes, he scanned the ocean below as much as the intermittent cloud cover would allow. There, through the gaps, a black splotch in the distance caught his attention—the conning tower of a submarine cutting through the ocean. As Peeping Cloud continued to close the distance, the odd bulbous protrusions situated on either side of the conning tower became increasingly more visible. Until now, he had forbidden any recon aircraft from flying this close to the submarine, and none had captured accurate visual confirmation of the purpose of those bulbous protrusions. Still, even as he now saw them more clearly, their purpose did not readily make itself known.
As practiced in many drills before, the Buckinghams—affectionately referred to as “Bucks” by their crews—swooped in a wide arc outside the sub’s visual range to approach from the southeast; directly opposite of TFCW’s course and heading. They then descended below the cloud layer in a deliberate move to make their presence known to the submarine. Like clockwork, it altered course in a direction reciprocal to that of the original approach of the Bucks.
Standard procedure, Light mused, even for you. Maintaining sight with his binoculars to the best of his ability, he could barely make out movement of several figures atop the submarine’s deck and hull. What he assumed were crewponies appeared to be rushing into the two bulbs. As the Bucks maneuvered around their prey for another pass, a pair of small turrets situated atop the submarine conning tower opened fire with what Light gathered were the light anti-air autocannons mentioned in Burgben’s report.
They had prepared for such an event, naturally. They expected the submarine to be equipped with light anti-air defenses. He cast his augmented gaze at one of the Bucks as it went in for another dive. As expected, the blue shimmer of a magical shield appeared before the nose of the plane, cast by the unicorn passenger aboard it. Light had ensured that his task force procured at least a half-dozen unicorns specialized in shield casting to act as an additional buffer against any lighter caliber anti-air fire.
A flash from the submarine followed by a distant dull whump interrupted Light Shine’s mental review of the situation. He looked over at the Bucks once again.
”Admiral!” Rain Bloom’s voice came in over the headset again, “The Leviathan’s got bigger teeth than expected!”
Light returned his attention to the submarine. The protrusions looked far less bulbous now, having turned to face the oncoming Bucks, each with a pair of protruding barrels angrily pointed at the offending aircraft. Turrets? You added multi-purpose gun turrets? Another flash bloomed from one of the turrets, followed by the whumping of another flack explosion near one of the Bucks. He let out a huff, impressed at the turn of events. “You sly devil, always a trick up your sleeve.” Light quietly said to himself, smiling. “I should have known.”
“Permission to shoot?” Rain Bloom asked over comms.
As much as he desperately wished to not risk fatally damaging the submarine, Leviathan clearly gave him little choice. “Granted. The Buckinghams may engage,” Light responded.
“All Bucks! Weapons free! I repeat, weapons free!” The Commander gleefully ordered. “Remember, superficial! Superficial! Shoot to scare! Shoot to scare!”
The Bucks alternated strafing the poor submarine with their own autocannon fire, each spraying a path parallel to the vessel. Thankfully, the scare tactic appeared to work, as ponies fled the large turrets and disappeared back into the sub’s conning tower. Within moments, it descended, retreating beneath the water’s surface.
“Admiral, Buck 2 reports a casualty and minor damage,” Rain Bloom reported.
“Do they need to return to Aurora?” Light queried. “Status of the casualty?”
Rain Bloom pressed a hoof to his headset and relayed the questions. As the response came through, he nodded. “Pony’s dead, sir. Buck 2 says the damage is superficial and will stay with the group.”
“Acknowledged.”
Peeping Cloud dove down to take up a low path mere feet above the ocean’s surface, and ejected one of its sonar buoys ahead of the assumed path of the submarine, as per the established plan. As the buoy actively pinged the submerged vessel, Rain Bloom recorded its path.
“The Leviathan’s definitely trying to escape below the thermocline layer,” Rain Bloom reported, “They’ve changed course too; heading… southwest.”
Light Shine raised an eyebrow. Changing his heading made sense, but southwest? That would take them in the opposite direction of his presumed base of operations, unless…
“He—“ Light caught himself, sputtering a cough to cover his slip, “They likely intend to throw us off their trail. Inform the Buckinghams to commence dropping their cracker charges. Inform our pilot to prepare to drop a Conjoined Twin sonar buoy.”
“Aye!” Rain Bloom acknowledged, passing the order onto the Bucks. Peeping Cloud arced around for another pass, and dropped the Conjoined Twin dead ahead of the sub’s new heading. The dual buoy configuration sank beneath the surface, the first of the joined buoys coming to rest several meters above the thermocline layer as its twin continued to drift to its resting point several dozen meters below the aforementioned layer. Following shortly behind, each of the Bucks rotated dropping a cracker charge at thirty second intervals. As each charge detonated deep under water, the resulting shockwave from their explosion would bounce off the submarine’s hull and return valuable sonar pings for the buoy to pick up.
As the minutes passed, Rain Bloom called out the path of the submarine. There was nothing more for Light to do but wait.
“That last one was weak,” Rain Bloom observed some time later. “Admiral, I think she’s changed course on us. Ordering the Bucks to execute a ‘T’ drop.”
Light reached into his coat and popped open his pocket watch. Nearly thirty minutes had passed since the first cracker drop. He hummed ponderously. That Leviathan had held his course for this long surprised him. He returned his watch to its resting place, and pulled his binoculars to his eyes once again and observed the Bucks perform their “T” drop.
The three bombers arrayed themselves in a forward wedge formation approximately five hundred meters apart. The first Buck dropped its cracker above the last reported position of the submarine, and the right and left Bucks dropped their crackers each roughly ninety degrees to the left and right of the first cracker—all in hopes of determining whether the submarine had changed course or simply stopped.
“She’s stopped,” Rain Bloom answered the unspoken question.
“Inform the Buckinghams to switch to concussive charges and maintain their standard drop intervals,” Light ordered.
The pegasus relayed the command, and the Bucks pelted the sub with their payloads.
A few minutes later, Rain Bloom’s voice cut through the comms again. “Sir, she’s rising!”
“Get the Buckinghams to higher elevations,” Light returned. “Order them to ready vectors for strafing.”
A moment later, the submarine burst to the surface, her smaller anti-air turrets opening fire as soon as the vessel leveled out. Once again, two groups of submariner ponies rushed out from the conning tower’s hatch to operate the two dual-purpose gun batteries.
“Commence strafes! Weapons free! Weapons free!” Rain Bloom ordered.
“Tell them they have permission to direct fire upon the two large turrets. Shoot to disable.” Light Shine was not about to lose another member of his crew to their return fire, and disabling the turrets would remove one more weapon Leviathan could use against his ships when they arrived. Rain Bloom acknowledged and passed the order along.
The Bucks criss-crossed over the submarine, blanketing both turrets with gunfire. Several hits impacted the turret housing, punching through their lightly armored structure. Again, the crews of those turrets could be seen fleeing back toward the conning tower, though fewer in number. Light Shine peered over the sub, and noticed an oddity with one of its dive planes near the bow. It was deformed and locked into an upward position.
Is that why you surfaced? Light pondered. Are you unable to control your descent now? He smirked. What a lucky hit. Let us ensure you cannot dive again, either. “Commander, tell the Buckinghams that they have permission to damage the conning tower, but only enough to prevent it from diving. Do not destroy it.”
“Fine. At least it’s somethin’.” The disappointment in Rain Bloom’s voice was unmistakable.
Again, the Bucks lined up for another strafing run. Fire from the sub’s small anti-air guns raked the sky, impacting against the shields of each plane. Returning fire from the Bucks pelted the conning tower, blasting holes into its superstructure.
Light observed flames bursting out from an engine of one of the Bucks.
“Buck 3’s taken a serious hit!” Rain Bloom reported. “It’s critical, Admiral—they’ll need to disengage!”
“Will they be able to make it back to Aurora?” Light asked.
A pause. “They said they’d try, but no promises!”
“Radio the destroyer Jubilee Sun to prepare for rescue operations, and to maintain radio contact with Buckingham 3 until she either lands safely aboard Aurora or ditches into the water.” Light looked back down at the submarine below. “And tell Buckinghams 1 and 2 to disengage and return. Peeping Cloud shall remain to continue tracking Leviathan.”
“Aye.”
The damage to the superstructure of the submarine was extensive, but not critical. At least, it appeared as such to Light’s eye. Peeping Cloud once again ascended above the cloud layer, and his vision of the sub became intermittently obscured again.
No more playing cat and mouse, my good sir. Light Shine relaxed back into his chair. I let you roam free long enough.
Light disembarked the small helicopter that had carried him from Aurora back to his flagship. Day Stride stood waiting for his return near the helipad, notepad dutifully levitated at her side, undoubtedly ready to brief the Admiral with any relevant updates during his absence aboard Peeping Cloud.
“Sir!” The lieutenant shouted above the roar of the helicopter’s motor as she reviewed her report, “Jubilee Sun reports a successful rescue of all downed crew of Buck 3! Both Dragonflies report that Leviathan has resumed a northeast course again, remaining above the surface!”
Light acknowledged the report with a nod. He recalled catching a glimpse of the two Dragonfly helicopters heading toward the submarine when he had passed them by while enroute back to Aurora aboard the Peeping Cloud. He swiftly left the helipad with Day Stride, and the two made their way to the bridge. “What is our time to intercept the submarine?” He asked.
“Just under ten minutes,” Day Stride responded, “and we should be in visual range in less than five.”
“Good.”
The duo reached the bridge in a timely manner, entering with little fanfare beyond the standard acknowledgement of the presence of a flag officer. “Captain Feather Dart,” Light Shine addressed as he approached the ship’s commander, “Anything of note to report?”
Feather Dart offered a quick salute. “Crew’s excited, sir! Spirits are high—we’re all eager to bring this all to an end. Oh, and Copper Cog recently reported that she is ready for any and all scenarios regarding the sub’s capture.”
Light nodded. If desired, the submarine tender could—with practiced care and plenty of time—bring a submarine into its internal dry dock for transport and repair. Or capture, for that matter. He moved over to the comms station, and spoke with the attending crewpony. “Please inform Kapitän Burgben and Admiral Ponetrovsky that I request their presence on the bridge.” The crewpony acknowledged the request and called down to the command center with the request.
Light approached the fore of the bridge and looked out the windows to the ocean before him. Pulling out his pocket watch and popping it open, he took note of the time—0706 hours—before staring at the small photo of his friend, and letting out a tired sigh. Nearly thirty years. Thirty years too long. The sound of hoofsteps entering the bridge behind him and a crewpony calling out the visual acquisition of their prey brought Light back to the present. He snapped his pocket watch shut and stowed it. Perfect timing. He leaned over toward Day Stride. “Fetch me a pair of binoculars, if you would,” he asked in a low tone. The unicorn nodded, and left to acquire a pair from a locker.
“Gentlecreatures!” Light Shine turned to welcome Ponetrovsky and Burgben and gestured out the bridge window, “Our first victory. Ten years of patience and planning. Ten years of waiting. Now we finally can…” Come together once again and make amends. “...rejoice in the fruits of our labors.”
“Ja, mein Admiral!” Burgben said excitedly, a wide grin on his muzzle. “I, for one, am eager to study the Leviathan and learn her secrets!”
“Yes,” Ponetrovsky interjected sarcastically, his expression one of clear dissatisfaction. “Ten years milling around when we had the power to end this when it all started. Yes indeed, what a glorious victory.”
Light Shine held a neutral face as Burgben scoffed. “Ha! Mein Herr, you know as well as I that we allowed the Leviathan to escape precisely so we could gather more intel on its operations, port of call, its—”
“Yes, I’m aware, Kapitän,” Ponetrovsky cut in, “But ten years?” His gaze now fixated on Light Shine. “How many pony lives were lost? How much money was burned on this pet project? This is more than simply gathering intel!” He let out a laugh. “And you!” He motioned a hoof at Burgben. “He kept you in the dark! Marelander intelligence is aware that this was more than just one measly sub! Our own task forces have apprehended and sank two! And we know that the Solar Navy has apprehended and sank others! Why then, Admiral, has the best anti-submarine task force that this world has ever seen been wasted on shadowing what was effectively a ghost until now? What game are you playing? Why sacrifice hundreds of lives to attacks you could have stopped a decade ago!”
Silence gripped the bridge at the brazen display of nigh insubordination. Light Shine glanced at Day Stride, who now stood behind Ponetrovsky with levitated binoculars, her face red with silent rage. The scroll once again seemed to burn with comforting warmth within his jacket. Light reached into his jacket and calmly withdrew it, holding it out for all to see the seal emblazoned upon it.
“You may recognize this seal,” Light Shine began, “It is that of the Empress’ own personal insignia.”
Ponetrovsky gagged in shock. “What in—.”
Light continued, undaunted. “Upon this scroll is inscribed a special decree from Her Imperial Majesty; one that this entire operation is founded upon.” He placed it back into his jacket. “There is but one reason why Solar and Marelander navies were so fortunate to find and remove those submarines, Admiral.” He shifted his view to Burgben. “My sincerest apologies, Herr Kapitän. Secrecy needed to be maintained on the highest level. Yet thanks to your tireless work and that of the hundreds of other ponies and creatures of this task force, our feigned inability to catch Leviathan encouraged brash action from leftover Lunar remnants: to take to the seas, seeking a fool’s glory as lone wolves beneath the waves. Leviathan inspired them all to act merely by existing; by being the first and most successful. Our apparent inaction over the past decade led to the capture or defeat of all remnant Lunarist submarines.”
“But the lives lost!” Ponetrovsky interjected, his tone striding a thin line between wroth and befuddlement. “Dozens of Solar and Marelander vessels sunk! What about them?”
“Yes… all with falsified crew manifests.” Light stated, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “After we observed with certainty that Leviathan and the other Lunarists only ever attacked military assets, I worked with High Command to commission hundreds of remotely controlled dummy ships to act as decoys.”
Burgben’s eyes widened. “Mein Herr! You mean that all of… everything about this was an elaborate ruse? Even the propaganda about ‘false’ Leviathan sightings? That was fabricated?”
Light Shine nodded. “Of course. All of it carefully crafted to lure and catch the remaining Lunarist remnants. Allowing Leviathan to continue to operate meant keeping the remnants active—inspiring them to continue falling into our traps.”
“So why catch Leviathan now?” Ponetrovsky postulated, his words laced with elevated suspicion.
Light Shine turned to face out the bridge window again. His exchange with Ponetrovsky had consumed so much time that he no longer had need of any binoculars—they had finally caught up with the submarine. The destroyers of the task force moved ahead and now flanked the vessel, which had come to a stop, as if resigning itself to the inevitable capture. The two Dragonfly copters hovered above, standing watch.
“Because Burgben’s assessment was correct. There are no more submarines left to capture. Because Leviathan is…” Light paused, concentrating his attention on the submarine. Was it…?
“Admiral!” The comms crewpony at the back of the bridge spoke up, “Pardon the interruption, but the Dragonflies are reporting that the Leviathan is listing to starboard!”
“What!?” Light Shine exclaimed. He wouldn’t. “No!” He turned to face the comms pony. That madpony was scuttling his ship. “Tell Copper Cog to move in to commence capture and rescue operations now!” He next focused on Feather Dart. “Captain, get launch crews on station and prepare life rafts! We are not going to lose that submarine!”
Orders were swiftly relayed, and within moments the submarine tender surged ahead, pushing past the floundering submarine, releasing a pair of its own midget subs as it passed. As Copper Cog positioned itself forward of the submarine, the tender began submerging its exposed aft section below the waterline. Large boom cranes situated toward the rear of Copper Cog readied an elaborate net. The midget subs raced to either side of the larger submarine, jockeying their own positions to connect with the net.
Two of Barnstable’s motor launches, each with a large inflatable raft in tow, rocketed across the water to aid in saving any of the submarine crew that elected to escape—of which there were a number now climbing out of the wrecked conning tower.
Light Shine anxiously observed the scene unfold before him. They were so close. He was so close. Light refused to let decades of patient waiting and planning be for nought. It was imperative that they save Leviathan.
Those ponies from the submarine that had exited the vessel were now swimming toward the life rafts. The midget subs were coordinating with Copper Cog as the large net with interwoven tubing and canisters was lowered, then guided under the slowly sinking submarine. Once in place, the canisters and tubing would be pumped with compressed air. Two large cylindrical drums were rolled off the tender’s sides and guided to the port and starboard of the submarine. Long hoses connected the drums back to Copper Cog to also be pumped with more compressed air as needed, once attached to the net.
The procedure was a delicate one with little room for error. Gratefully, the submarine appeared to be sinking slower than expected.
As the net and drums neared their positions, more crewponies emerged from the submarine. Light Shine squinted to try and better make out coat colors and cutie marks of those that looked like officers. Binoculars would help. Silly me. Ah well. One of the presumed officers had a dark blue coat and silver mane. His heart leaped with hope. Thank the Sun above! May it be so!
“Sir!” The voice of the comms crewpony called out again, “Copper Cog reports that they’ve stabilized the Leviathan and have begun the process to haul her aboard.”
Light breathed a sigh of relief. “Good news, crewpony. Good news.” He turned to face Feather Dart. “Captain?”
“Yes sir?” The stallion replied.
Light Shine tugged at his jacket. “Once the crew of that submarine has been evacuated and brought aboard, have them lined up on the helipad, if you would.”
Feather Dart gave a nod. “Yes sir.”
Admiral Light Shine exited the main superstructure of Barnstable onto her aft deck with Lieutenant Day Stride, Kapitän zur See Wil Burgben, Vice Admiral Delchin Ponetrovsky, and Captain Feather Dart following close behind. A cool, moist breeze wove around them bringing hope with the refreshing ocean air. Above them, Daybreaker’s Sun basked all present with its warm embrace, shining gently upon the ponies and creatures below. The water beneath them calmly stretched out into the horizon, quietly lapping ever so subtly against the hull of the ship. It is a good day today. All will be well.
Before the quartet of officers, the stoic submariner ponies arrayed themselves into two separate lines. Despite their stony expressions, Light understood the subtle signs of hatred and weariness in their eyes. Flanking either side of the submarine crew stood two lines of his own crew—armed crewponies, all glaring at the submariner ponies betwixt them. He saw it in their eyes, too—hatred, though mixed with pride, not weariness.
A pang of sorrow struck him as he took the scene in its entirety. These were ponies who never fought in the War of the Two Sisters. Who never knew Celestia and Luna. Ponies raised on stories, fed dogmatic lies, taught to hate—drilled, dieted, and bred for war.
Light Shine simply nodded to those with him and stepped forward to inspect the captives. Day Stride and the others remained in their positions to allow the Admiral his time alone with the submarine crew. Ponetrovsky furrowed his brow in displeasure at the unspoken order, but reluctantly obeyed.
Ponies of every background and race filled the ranks of the captives. As Light slowly strode passed each, he was struck at how they really were no different from those ponies under his own command. Well, save the thestrals, of course. So easily these poor ponies could instead be trapped below the waves, aboard a floundering submarine. Or killed by more gunfire. They were lucky that the day played out as it had.
Reaching the end of the first row, Light furrowed his brow. The pony with the dark blue coat and silver mane was absent from the row. He looked ahead to the second row, and saw the pony standing near the end. Walking more swiftly, faces and muzzles blurred in his mind as he continued to glance down at the pony with ever increasing anxiety.
Then, standing before him was the pony with the dark blue coat and silver mane.
A thestral. Not an earth pony.
Light Shine’s heart sank.
A rush of emotions flashed through him—fear of years potentially wasted, anger at his own overconfidence and hesitancy, and denial at the possible truth facing him—before a calmness gripped his soul and he snapped to reality. Gracefully moving back to the front of the two lines, he faced his captives.
“Where is Leviathan?” He boomed his query.
There was a silence that followed—one of confusion and resistance. Ponetrovsky and Burgben exchanged puzzled looks; wasn’t the Leviathan aboard Copper Cog? The submarine crew held their heads high, as if to protest the question.
Light pressed the query. “I know you all are aware of whom I speak! Where is Leviathan?”
A tense silence followed as the submariner crew all defiantly stared blankly ahead. Light Shine paced back and forth, allowing the question to hang in the air. Finally, a mare dressed in an officer’s uniform stepped forward, breaking the stand-off. “I am Leviathan!” she boldly proclaimed.
The senior staff of Task Force Calm Waves balked at each other in confusion, save Day Stride. “Leviathan is…” Burgben started, his mind reeling at the revelation.
“…a pony.” Ponetrovsky finished with bewildered ire. “Not a vessel.”
Light Shine spun to behold the mare who dared professed to be Leviathan. He approached the mare, locking his eyes with hers. The anxious thumping of his heart pounded at his nerves. Do not let it be this way. Do not let it mean what I fear. It cannot.
“Captain! Escort the rest to the brig,” Light Shine ordered without breaking eye contact. The submariner mare held her cold stare in return.
The captives, many of the armed crewponies, and Captain Feather Dart filed away with little fanfare, leaving the rest behind.
Again, a tense silence gripped the air for a moment. “Liar.” Light Shine’s accusation cut with indignant frustration.
The mare broke eye contact and spit onto the deck at Light’s hooves. “Solarist scum.”
Of course that is how she would respond. He felt righteous anger swell inside him—not at the mare herself, no, but at the world that molded her: to hate Solarists simply because they existed. It was the same hate he saw in the eyes of his own crew: to hate Lunarists simply because they exist.
“This is neither the time nor the place for petty dogmatic insults!” Light’s fury blazed with every word. “This is not about an egotistical war that left millions dead!“ The faces of so many dead friends, comrades, and innocents flashed into his mind’s eye. Pain swallowed up the fury in his heart, smothering it as fast as it had flared, leaving only deep sorrow and regret as a tear crept down his cheek. “If you had any inclination of who I am or of what he meant to me… you would never falsely claim the title of Leviathan.” He fixed his gaze deeply into hers, his eyes pleading. “I… I need absolution.”
The mare stood still, unsure how to act.
Three decades. Three wars. An ideological divide wider than the Frozen North and deeper than Tartarus. “Please,” Light begged, his eyes wet with desperation. He reached for his pocket watch and opened the cover, displaying the photograph of the stallion to the submariner. “Please… where is Leviathan?”
The mare stared at the photo, then faced Light Shine again, now noting the tear streaking down his cheek. “You… you’re him, aren’t you? The only one he’d ever—”
Light Shine nodded, placing the watch away again. “Surrender to. Yes.”
The submariner closed her eyes in shame and looked away. “I—I’m sorry. I don’t know where he is. I’ve never met him. Only ever saw photos. But I know he spoke highly of you.”
Light simply stared ahead as another tear crept down his cheek. All for nought. “Your name,” he queried, barely managing a whisper.
“Commander Guided Arrow,” she replied, before looking him back in his eyes and saluting. “Sir.”
He wiped the tear from his face, grunting in a vain attempt to suppress his emotions. “Commander Arrow, may I trust you with a favor?”
Arrow balked at the question, hesitating. “Y-You would ask a Lunarist for a favor?”
Light Shine sighed and gave a warm smile. A traitorous act, some would certainly claim. But reconciliation needs a beginning. “You are a pony, just as I am. One who may yet offer me one last hope for absolution.”
“What do you want me to do?” The mare quizzically asked.
“Upon our return to port in Sunset, I will arrange for your release on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“Deliver personal correspondence to Leviathan.”
Arrow’s face subtly twitched in response. “I—I don’t know if he even—“
“Try,” Light softly cut her off. “Please. Just… try.” Deep down, he felt an instinctual understanding that no message sent would ever reach Leviathan; everything about the submariner’s demeanor and expression also suggested as such. And yet, he would never forgive himself for not at least seizing upon an opportunity to try. Even if… when it proved a vain attempt, Light at least hoped that such a display of trust in a thing as simple as delivering personal correspondence would plant a seed of healing within the Lunar remnants; proof to them that there are Solarists like himself that held no animosity.
Arrow gave a nod. “Okay. You have my word.”
“Then my aide Day Stride will provide you with the necessary papers for your release and my personal message to deliver to Leviathan once it is written,” his voice scarcely a whisper.
The submariner captain fidgeted. “What of my crew, sir?”
“I shall see that they receive the best treatment I can afford.” The words stung as they left his mouth. He knew that the “best” that could be afforded Arrow’s crew was interment at a re-education camp. “You are dismissed.” Light signaled to the last remaining pair of armed crewponies still present. “Escort Captain Arrow to her cell.”
As the guards ushered Arrow into the ship, Light heard another set of hoofsteps approach. “Admiral, how do you know this… ‘Leviathan’ pony?”
Ponetrovsky. Light refused to grant him any acknowledgement of his question. Knowing the Vice Admiral as he did, the question would undoubtedly be a trap. “Dismissed, Admiral,” he ordered.
“Don’t think that you—”
“I said dismissed.” Light Shine curtly repeated.
With a flustered huff, Ponetrovsky withdrew without further argument. Burgben swiftly and silently followed suit, sensing that Light Shine clearly held no interest in any discussions.
Day Stride alone remained with the Admiral, patiently and silently waiting.
Light Shine sat down upon the deck and pulled out the sealed scroll from his jacket. He silently stared at the Empress’ seal resting upon its front. His entire life had poured into the contents contained within. He risked his reputation and standing to obtain it, nearly losing his commission in the process. The Empress warned him about the danger of his request, even testing his resolve by seizing all his assets. His unshaken determination through it all proved his sincerity, and she granted him his desire—even graciously returning all that was his, with one important caveat.
With practiced care, he broke the seal, and unraveled the scroll.
There, arrayed in brilliant calligraphy at the top, lay Leviathan’s true name. Below, the words of the Empress burned brightly.
Be it known to all that I, Empress Daybreaker, Sole and Rightful Liege of Equus, Sovereign of Ponykind, She Who Raises the Sun, Goddess of Light, and Protector of the Day, do hereby grant the request of Admiral Light Shine, Loyal Servant to the Empire, to extend to you a complete and total pardon for all your sins and crimes committed against Myself, My Loyal Subjects, and the Solar Empire.
This Imperial Decree absolves you from any judgment against your past actions as an enemy participant in any and all wars or hostilities against the Empire and its allies.
Be warned, my little pony, for your fate is now in the care of your benefactor—the above named Light Shine. His life shall forever be entwined with yours. Should you betray my trust, your life as well as his shall be forfeit.
Serve your Empress and the Empire well, and both ye and he shall prosper.
As it is written, so it shall be,
Empress Daybreaker
A tear dropped upon the imperial pardon, wetting the parchment and ink, followed by a second. Light Shine’s rigid posture wavered, his hold upon the scroll loosening. It fluttered in the breeze, then fell from his hooves onto the deck before being swept away by a gust of wind to a watery grave. A hollow cognizance of his greatest fear consumed what little remained of his strength.
Day Stride’s shadow appeared next to him. ”It is over,” Light Shine resigned quietly. He turned to face his loyal aide. She was the only other pony beside his wife that knew everything he had sacrificed. All of it now in vain.
“Twenty-nine years, and I still cannot forgive myself for losing him,” he said, his voice faltering. “Both of us, caught up in the passionate fervor between Light and Dark; Sun and Moon. Blind to the consequences. Only after losing him to the Night did I understand, yet refused to believe until now—”
He collapsed into a trembling embrace with Day Stride, weeping bitterly as tears of grief-stricken regret streamed down his face.
”I shall never see my friend again.”
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The Ancestor
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563071
| 1 |
Anon,Princess Celestia,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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His Angel
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Anon's been married to Celestia for a good few years now, the pair having moved out of the Castle after the two sisters retired. Life is calm and peaceful, his loving, beautiful, biblically accurate angel at his side... What was that last part again?
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<p>Anon's been married to Celestia for a good few years now, the pair having moved out of the Castle after the two sisters retired. Life is calm and peaceful, his loving, beautiful, biblically accurate angel at his side....</p><p>What was that last part again?</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-08T17:45:03+00:00
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2024-08-08T17:45:03+00:00
| 1,263 |
Celestia shuddered as a coastal breeze ruffled her mane, her little trip to the local market bringing a little excitement into the serenity of her daily life. While her garden brought plenty of fruits and vegetables, there were some things she couldn’t find anywhere else, like locally sourced fish, or the occasional imported meat for her Anon.
Anon, the one and only human turned royal consort, adjusted quite quickly to peaceful, rural life, taking interest in carpentry at whittling, his produce a quick hit among SIlver Shoals residents, both big and small. Oh, she couldn’t wait to tell him about her encounter at the market! Tourists were always amusing, but today’s batch takes the cake!
Celestia’s stomach rumbled. Speaking about cake, it’s been high time since the two baked a cake together, perhaps today was the day? Having said that, her royal rump has grown quite a bit since retirement, something Celestia had to admit even without her sister’s constant pestering. Not that Anon seemed to mind...
With a gentle hum of her magic the front door to their house opened, the deliscious smell of stewed veggies immediately flooding her nostrils. It was a little odd, she was pretty sure they had some leftovers in the fridge, and even then, it was her turn to cook, not Anon’s! Celestia shook her head, a smile gracing her features, when Anon wanted to do something, he could be nigh unstoppable. In any case, she was grateful: now they had more time for cake!
Spotting her favorite human on the living room sofa, she didn't hesitate to plop her plot next to Anon, nuzzling his cheek, her affections returned in kind. Oddly enough, he was fidgeting some kind of figurine in his grasp, no doubt something he carved himself.
“Thank you for cooking dinner, Anon. You really didn’t have to, but it’s nice nonetheless.” The man chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s the least I could do, Tia, just wanted to be useful, is all.” His eyes glued to the figurine, an oddly sad smile on his lips.
Celestia had to do a double take. Being useful? Anon seemed to be down in the dumps today, had something happened while she was gone? It’s been a few hours at most, surely nothing serious could’ve happened in that timeframe? In any case, her human was in a dire need of cheering up!
“I ran into some tourists at the market today, and you wouldn’t believe what they did! While most of them were respectful, if a little surprised, but one mare had the gall to complain, and I quote: ‘this actress looks nothing like the real Celestia! Waaay to tall, and the hair colors are all wrong!’ She even thought the wings were fake! Could you believe it?”
Much to the ex-diarch’s concern, her husband remained uncharacteristically silent, his eyes still on the figurine in his hands, the small object turning every which way in his grasp. Alright, now Celestia was getting worried. Surely that couldn’t have happened again? She hasn’t seen him like this in a good while...
“Anon, dear, could you please look at me?” His breath hitched at her words, not a good sign.
“W-why? I think we’re having a lovely time as is!” His eyes pointedly avoiding hers, he refused to face Celestia. That just wouldn’t do!
“Because I want to see my husband’s handsome face, of course!” His resolve crumbling, Celestia went in for the kill with a soft “Please.”
Taking a deep breath, Anon slowly turned to face Celestia, his breathing quickening as his eyes met hers, the man’s pupils turning to pinpricks. His face pale, hair disheveled, almost as if he just woke up from a restless sleep, Celestia concluded that, yes, it happened again. Internally, she sighed, a twinge of guilt searing her heart. She was at fault, after all.
Reaching towards Anon, his hand darted away from her hoof, as if her very touch was painful, the wooden toy clattering to the floor. Internally, Celestia chided herself. Too fast, too sudden. She’d almost forgotten what to do.
“Anon. Could you please tell me what you are seeing right now?” She offered with a smile, waiting patiently for Anon to respond. With a visible amount of strain, he finally did, his tone could only be described as reverent.
“S-six brilliant, white wings, each bearing an eye, their pale magenta piercing my very soul. At the epicenter, a golden sun showering me in its heavenly glory. I feel its weight upon my soul. I am nothing before it.” His eyes glistened in the dimly lit room.
“I see.” Celestia inched closer to Anon, the man sitting ramrod straight, shivering from the closeness. “Anon, take my hoof in your hand.”
“I-I can’t. I don’t see it.” A hint of panic invaded his voice.
“Then I will guide you. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She gently guided his palm with her hoof, the man flinching at the contact. Shivering, he sat quietly as Celestia put his hand against her cheek, soft fingers tickling her fur. “This is my face. There is no light that can hurt you.” Her wings unfurled to embrace him, wrapping Anon like a burrito. “Two wings, no more, no less.” Finally, she cupped his chin, guiding Anon to look her in the eyes. “I love you, Anon.”
Anon blinked rapidly, his eyes focusing on the mare before him, fear replaced first by confusion, then by understanding. Not noticing the trickle of blood coming from his nose, he buried his face in Celestia’s chest floof, his exasperated groan sending vibrations through Celestia’s body.
“I was acting crazy again, haven’t I?” His voice was muffled by her own fur, but Celestia could still hear him quite well.
“Don’t say it like that, dear. It’s not your fault.”
“I was never all that religious, but I swear it’s genetic memory at this point.” Anon pried his face from Celestia’s chest, much to her chagrin. His eyes focused on the red stain on her snow white fur, his mood souring further. “Aaaand now I ruined your coat, lovely.”
“Oh shush, you. It’s not a big deal.” With a flash of Celestia’s horn, her coat was stained no more, a piece of gauze stuffed into Anon’s nostril. “Are you feeling well? Any dizziness, memory loss, e.t.c?”
“I remember going to sleep, having an odd dream, and then nothing.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaning into Celestia, resting against the mare. “What the hell happened? Last time was, what? A year or so ago?”
“Right around the time of the Summer Sun Celebration...”
“Which is basically the Summer Solstice.” He sighed, snuggling into the mare, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “At least I didn’t faint like the first time.”
“You jest, but you nearly gave my sister and I a heart attack that time!” She batted her hoof at him playfully. “We come to meet this alien creature for the first time, and what does he do? Faints on the spot and cracks his skull on the coffee table! Twilight was hysterical! She thought she killed you!” Anon snorted, the mental image tickling his funny bone.
“Hey, it’s not entirely my fault either! The other ponies looked fine, then in come the rulers of the Nation, looking like something straight from Lovecraft’s repertoire! And what’s the first thing the blue one says? Be not afraid.” Celestia harrumphed as Anon chuckled at the memory.
“It all worked out in the end, hadn’t it?”
“That it did. That it did.”
The two settled into a comfortable silence, Celestia found herself humming a tune she couldn’t quite identify. Neither knew how much time passed, but soon enough Anon wriggled from Celestia’s embrace, stretching his arms.
“Alright, enough laziness, let’s go bake some cake.” Celestia’s eyes grew wide as dinnerplates as Anon’s words registered in her mind.
“How’d you know I wanted to bake one?” A victorious grin spread across Anon’s face.
“Pff, Tia, please. You only hum ‘happy birthday’ on two occasions: when it’s actually somepony’s birthday, or when you want cake. And I know for sure the first one isn’t true.”
“Hm.” Not to be outdone, Celestia stood up, placing a quick kiss on her husband’s lips before trotting off into the kitchen. “Then let’s not waste any more time!” The lack of footsteps caused the mare to turn around, just before the kitchen's entrance. “Are you coming, Nonny?”
With a goofy smile on his face, Anon nodded. “One master chief, coming right up!” Celestia giggled, the sound music to the man’s ears. For a sight like that, Anon would do anything.
Even faint from time to time.
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Dr Sharaz Jek
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563086
| 1 |
Discord,Fluttershy,Original Character,Treehugger,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Non-consensual,Profanity,Sex
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Discord~! He's coming after you~!
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What kinds of mischief can Discord get up to with the use of portals? The possibilities are endless!
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complete
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<p>After the conquest of Equestria, Discord soon begins to tire of his rule, as even his wives Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, not to mention every mare in the world, can keep him pleased. But a traveler from another world and her use of portals strikes him with a bout of inspiration...</p><p>Note: All characters are 18 or older. Partially a macro story, plus portal sex and beastly genitals for Discord. Don't try this at home!<img alt=":yay:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/yay.png"/></p>
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mature
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2024-08-08T17:49:19+00:00
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2024-08-08T17:49:19+00:00
| 726 |
The Elements of Harmony had fallen. Every champion of Equestria had been trampled underfoot. Even the villainous rivals of Discord fell before him, and amplified his own might, as he'd learned the secrets of Tirek, and absorbed the magical power of every creature that stood in his way. Then, after the last apparent threat to him fell, rendered impotent, he'd started to drain the rest of the world. Turned it into his own personal carnival, as his titanic form continued to swell.
Now a titan that loomed over the lands he surveyed, Discord soon bored of his conquered planet. A part of him was tempted to neutralize his power, to let his slaves have a chance at retribution to spice up an existence that quickly started to become mundane, but first he'd have some fun!
First, with a snap of his claws, he'd transmuted every stallion into a mare, every foal aged up physically and mentally to adulthood, since no matter how warped the chaotic being became he wasn't a complete monster! Heck, he hadn't taken a life in his conquest, and could always return Equestria to the land of harmony it had once been, once he'd completely tired of this!
He'd set to sample each and every one of them. Bred them in every position he could, made them squirm and scream his name, abused all of their holes without mercy or relent.
But he'd always had his favorites. His dear Fluttershy, the one mare he'd felt regret about what he'd done to her, and for opposite reasons Tree Hugger, the mare that had stolen his friend away! No, Fluttershy had betrayed his heart, and for that reason alone they needed to be properly punished!
Enveloped in his magic, Fluttershy and Tree Hugger were also swelled to titanic size to match him, prostrated on all fours naked, Shy at the bottom with Hugs stacked atop her, their defenseless fuckholes presented to his pleasure. He'd liicked his chops, lined himself up behind the pair.
A hybrid creature himself, he'd tested a variety of bestial cocks on them, which they'd taken to so fast he wondered if they'd experimented with them before? Well, it hardly mattered to him, his eyes focused on their voluptuous, supple physiques, the shapeliness of the horny hippie dwarfed by the animal caretaker, with pendulous udders that swayed beneath her and a heart-shaped ass to match.
The pair of cocks he prodded at Fluttershy's wet, squish funholes were a combination of traits from many beasts. Ribbed and barbed, knotted, thick and slick with a curve, both flared and with a speared tip. A blissful whine escaped her lips when he started to slide into her tunnels.
He took her slowly at first, spread her slippery pink walls wide open, already slimy with her arousal before he slathered them further with the precum he spat inside her with each throb. His paw and claw fondled their asses, squashed and kneaded their pert, bouncy asscheeks with rabid lust.
He parted one of Tree's buttcheeks to the side, started to feast on her slutty orifices, which clenched-and-unclenched, her pussy left to drip down her inner thighs and over his tongue, Shy's inflamed cunt much the same when he settled himself balls deep in his fertile alpha bitch.
Gradually, he started to move. His hips thrust, shook the mares he mounted and the land around them. Thankfully, he'd warped Equestria into a state of cartoon physics, anyone crushed under the impacts momentarily flattened with only a small hint of pain before they popped back up to their usual shape, dizzy and delirious but otherwise fine. He'd also zapped away all their clothes, entire cities reduced to ruins and craters left in their wake while the three of them started to make love.
Of course, every time their session finished, he'd repair any damages and put all his toys back in the toybox! But until then, he started to speed up his movements, the sun and moon permanently suspended in the sky since Celestia and Luna dared not move them without his permission.
“Give it to us. Mmm~,” came the moan of the hippie, when he planted harsh spanks on their asses, made them quiver and ripple under an impact that split the air around the titans. Each time he clapped Fluttershy's cheeks, or smacked their butts, he sent shockwaves around the continent.
Fluttershy added, “I love you Discord!” She squealed each time he speared her holes, impaled on his animalistic cocks which teased her pulled on her folds, until she and Tree squirted for the first of many times today all over his crotch and face, absolutely soaked him while he made use of them.
He pleasured them in ways they would've found unthinkable. Reared up and coiled his spindly form over his lovers, drove climatic screams from them that also blew out windows and toppled structures into clouds of dust that blossomed across the streets below. His hold sank into their soft flesh, handled their hips and buttocks, impaled them on his beast cocks and mouth muscle.
He swirled inside them. Tasted and probed them with reckless abandon.
Finally, he roared, buried himself to the hilt in Shy, so deep the spear tip of his dick opened her cervix wide, and claimed her slippery womb, its slick walls ravished when he started to throb and paint her core and bowels with each sizable cumshot that impacted her fertile interior.
She whined and came on him, her belly swelled like she'd been heavily knocked up as he filled her with so much cum she bloated. Tree, too, continued to paint his muzzle while he swished his wet face between her soft, warm buttcheeks, tasted and licked clean her lewd loveholes.
With another click, he altered their positions, Tree Hugger behind Fluttershy on all fours while he said, “Be a dear and lick her clean, will you?” With a crooked smile the hippie immediately beset Shy's cum-soaked holes which oozed his cum, licked and lapped them up with abandon. This time, he reared up and speared Tree, who moaned into Shy's slimy holes when he took her too.
He pounded away at her. Pulled her mane and tail. Yet somehow, no matter how much he relished his complete domination over Equestria and his main mares, he'd become a little...bored of this.
What he needed was another hint of spice. A random element to liven life up. But what would be the point, were it to come from him, a creature of chaos? He pondered this while he bred Tree.
Then, in the midst of his second climax, when he started to pump the hippie full and swell her stomach too, the answer practically fell into his lap when in a twinkle of his eye corner he spotted an odd phenomenon in the sky. The air blurred and twisted, until a bluish-white portal manifested.
From the rift tumbled a unicorn mare, her mane platinum, her eyes and skin different shades of violet. She toppled head-over-heels, clung to her pointy witch hat, garbed in fingerless gloves that came to her upper arms, a thong leotard, cape, and thigh-high heeled boots. Her shrill scream split the air, her horn lit up with her arcane aura in attempt to somehow soften the blow when she landed. Instead, she impacted butt-first onto Shy's slope of a buttcheek, which cushioned her.
She bounced off the cheek with a yelp, continued to slide down the curve and desperately sank her fingers into the supple flesh, which jiggled and rippled. “Wh-whoa! Giants....!” Her voice was a mouse-like squeak, the pinch of Shy's buttery butt to hold on little more than a mosquito bite.
“My, my. And who are you?” Discord's face leaned in closer, still mounted and sank into the hippie, who he fondled, her nipples ruthlessly tweaked, pinched, and pulled by his claw and paw.
“B-B-Beatrix. Beatrix Belladonna,” answered the witch meekly.
“You look...familiar somehow,” he observed, unable to keep up with every pony he'd met.
“W-well, my mom's the Great and Powerful Trixie!” She announced it with pride.
“Ah...yes. The showmare,” he mused absentmindedly while he continued to molest his mares, and Beatrix continued to hold on for dear life when Shy's buttcheeks wobbled under her movements.
“She could be Trixie's twin,” observed Shy with a blush as she looked over her shoulder. “Oh, and she pinches my rump so nicely! Can we keep her, Master Discord? Please?” She batted her lashes.
“She's kinda cute,” added Tree. “Plus, she'd probably tickle us nicely when we like, shove her up our cunts and butts!” She swayed her heart-shaped ass and hips at their overlord.
“Wait! D-don't shove me anywhere,” pleaded Beatrix with wide eyes. The portal she'd used to arrive had dematerialized, and she was tempted to draw another before her and slip away.
“What a wonderful idea!” He snickered and leered as the witch shivered, clutched in his claws, which playfully mashed Beatrix face-first into buttery buns, enveloped her in smooth, soft, parted flesh, so warm and pillowy that were it not for her circumstances Beatrix would've loved to be lost in them! “But I have a better idea.” He drew back his press on the witch, allowing her to breathe.
Beatrix blushed and panted. “Wh-what do you want...? Sex?”
“Too mundane. I have a world of mares to choose from,” he explained to her. “No, I want to experiment with that portal power you showed off! Praytell, what's your secret, little unicorn?”
“Uh, it's hard to explain. Thanks to my connection with 'eldritch abominations', as my mother would put it, I've inherited a talent to travel between dimensions!” Beatrix thrust a bare hip to one side, showed her cutie mark, which was a swirling mass of a galaxy which continued to part of her pert asscheeks which she showed off with a spin and twirl of her cape and mane. “I, erm, like to explore other worlds, and sometimes help out! But this one's obviously fine, so-”
“Wait.” His face twisted with a fierce intensity. “You don't plan to escape, do you? Because that would make me very unhappy. And when I'm unhappy, I like to discipline my mares!” He slapped his paw and claw on the asscheek's of his lovers, made them quake and also threw Beatrix off, who was forced to also bite into Shy's supple buttcheek to hold onto. “First of all, you're not in dress code! No, that uniform, cute and slutty as it may be, won't do!” Another click sounded.
Beatrix swallowed when all her clothes vanished, her sizable tits freed with a heavy bounce, and likewise her buttocks rippled, her bared snatch drawn taut. He drank her in with another lick of his lips. “I mean, I wouldn't mind if we had sex, but thanks to my size we're not exactly compatible!”
“Easily solved.” In a poof, the world suddenly swelled around Beatrix, who landed crotch-first onto Shy's wide ass with another bounce, straddled her and tried not to tilt forward, her breasts bunched up. “Very nice,” he said with a nod, and studied her wide, pink areola on the heave of her bosom. “Now, I want you to open a couple of portals in front of you. Relatively tiny ones.”
“That's too risky! I'm not supposed to open two portals at a time, especially so close! They could combine and form a feedback loop that would collapse an entire universe! You included!”
“A small chance, yes? I'll take that risk, to end this boredom! Go ahead, do it, or I'll shrink you back down and let my lovers shove you up whatever orifices they like!” His threat delivered with a smirk which made Beatrix balk, she hesitantly started to draw the first small portal upon the air.
Like he instructed, she finished the first flat- bluish-white circle over her pussy, found it inserted into her spread cunt lips, already moist and filled with the portal's familiar radiant warmth. Then, her hand shook when she started to draw another, smaller oval below her, this one over her puckered asshole, which she also inserted into herself with a low moan as she was spread open.
“Very nice,” he observed. “But we can do more, can't we? Add a third and swallow it.”
Beatrix's eyes watered. “Y-you can't be serious!” But when he spread a buttcheek of Shy and Tree opened, showed off their funholes with the threat she'd find her new home in one of them, the unicorn awkwardly, yet carefully drew a third portal, before she swallowed it, too. It settled into her belly, and she burped in surprise when he started to somehow mimic her technique. “H-how?”
“I can twist reality to my will,” he reminded her. “But these are pale imitations, I'm afraid! Mere facsimiles that wouldn't allow me to leave this world, but should serve my purposes fine!” Within moments, with a wave of his hand, these copied portals appeared all over this Equestria, locked onto the mouths, pussies, and assholes of every mare in the land, primed and ready to take his cocks.
She sputtered, “W-want you hurt them when you-?”
“Not to worry, my dear! My lovely tools will shrink whenever they exit out these duplicate portals, so they'll be safe and sound. Well, aside from the ones I've prepared for my precious wives. You, however, will bear the full brunt of my beastly cocks!” He spun and flipped Beatrix onto all fours atop Shy, like Tree had been positioned before, pushed the hippie aside and mounted the witch.
“W-wait! Ah~....!” A shrill scream and a wet climax escaped Beatrix when he drove into her, claimed her womb-deep with a solitary thrust, and a cacophony of ecstatic cries echoed all across Equestria when every mare, his lovers included, were speared to the limit all at once. He craned her head back, pressed his snout to hers, and his firm, passionate kiss likewise claimed every mare.
“M-master Discord,” yelled Fluttershy. “Spank her! Rail her into submission, like you did us!”
“Go for it dude,” added Tree, also bounced upon his cocks due to his mimicked portals, which allowed him to kiss and fuck the entire world of nudist mares at once with chaotic intensity.
Beatrix's mind went blank when she came on him, trapped in a feedback loop of raw pleasure. Due to her eldritch connections, she was simultaneously blessed and cursed with an obscene libido, meant to be bred with interdimensional; abominations, and a bizarre creature like Discord proved very close, as she felt her baser lusts swelled to overload, and her supple body submitted to him.
She rocked under his thrusts. Wailed. Clenched around the ribbed, barbed, red rockets which tickled and pulled on her slick folds, felt his knots spread her fuckholes while he railed her silly. He pulled her mane and tail, spanked and kneaded her ass, toyed with her titties which swayed below.
The mares below screamed Discord's names, prostrated themselves in worship as he fucked them, too. Clenched and came around his multiplied, beastly cocks, slick with feminine lust that mixed from innumerable love slaves, and his own precum which stained and smeared their pussy walls.
Finally, he buried himself a final time, roared and erupted. His thick cum rocketed into Beatrix's twat and asshole. Her eyes crossed, then rolled into her head when she drenched him anew.
So lost was Discord in a pleasure beyond any he'd ever experienced, and would never be able to achieve again as he continued to paint her uterus and bowels, alongside all the other mares he'd bred, the self-styled 'God of Chaos' lost concentration and thus control. With a pop, Beatrix shrank back to her usual size, and her woven portals combined into a solitary nexus.
To her relief, reality didn't collapse. Instead, she tumbled butt-naked and head-over-heels with a scream. She fell into the rift, exited this universe and raced on to the next, the bluish-white circle she'd drawn shut closed behind her, Beatrix ambivalent from the results of her latest adventure.
Discord exhaled in disappointment. “Oh well! We'll have to find some other way to amuse ourselves!” More pops sounded when his copied portals vanished, the creature of chaos unable to ever replicate them without Beatrix's presence, no matter how hard he'd tried.
The mares below oozed his seed from their widened funholes, and his bestial cocks pulsed with a fresh load when he stroked them, until he flooded the lands below in a tsunami of hot, stick cum, which washed their nude bodies down the ruins of Equestria until he undid his lustful work.
His personal mares sank to their knees and started to clean his dicks off, peppered them with kisses, suckles, and nuzzles of their rosey cheeks. He sank a paw and claw into their manes, directed the bobs of their heads to swallow down his cocks to the hilt as they lazily sucked their master off.
He stroked their hair. He'd free them all from this prison of enslavement. Eventually.
The endless stream of sex and admiration on a daily basis turned mundane. But the unexpected appearance of Beatrix reminded him that the multiverse was still out there, with various planets to be conquered and played with at his whims, were he able to somehow find a way...
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Im bad at writing
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563091
| 1 |
Rainbow Dash,Scootaloo,Alternate Universe,Anthology,Porn,Thriller,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity
|
Clop is dumb
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If clop followed actual laws, so many ponies would be arrested.
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incomplete
| 4 | 12 |
<p>An anthology of short fics detailing what would happen to clop if laws existed.</p><p>Fic one: Scootadash</p><p>Fic two and further: undecided.</p><p>List of warnings so far:<br/><span class="spoiler">attempted foalcon</span>,<span class="spoiler">happy endings that lack sex</span></p>
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mature
|
2024-08-08T23:06:12+00:00
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2024-08-08T23:06:12+00:00
| 169 |
Today was a rather uninteresting day. We didn't even try to get our cutie marks today. But now I was snuggled into bed, hugging my plush Rainbow Dash. Until a loud crash came. I didn't dare investigate the noise. Home intruders don't have your safety in mind, as I've been taught. But then I heard hoofsteps approaching my door, and then it opened. All I could see was my idol, with a wicked looking grin on her face.
"W-w-what are y-you doing here?"
"I'm just here to take something."
"T-take w-what?"
Rainbow Dash chuckled a little bit, then looked at me with hungry eyes.
"Your virgini-"
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" I breathed in air rapidly as I ran around my idol, as I searched for the phone. However all I could find is a knife. 'Hopefully I can knock her out and run away.
My assaulter flew around the corner as I readied my weapon.
"You were supposed to submit! You were supposed to be my bitch! You- you- WHY ARE YOU SO- FUCK YOU." She came at me quickly but my knife was quicker. Now with a large gash on her face she was going feral.
"ABLUGH- WHY, WHY, WHY, I'M UNTOUCHABLE, NOPONY CAN STOP ME, why can't I have things my way..." With that, she collapsed on the floor.
It took 20 minutes for the cops to arrive, much longer than I wanted to wait. Eventually they arrived and the one who I assumed to be the boss spoke up first.
"What happened here?"
"She- she tried to touch me in some bad places, and- and when I ran away she- she tried to attack me and I- I- I stabbed her..."
"That was a good choice little filly."
"Really?"
"There wasn't that much else you could do. So it was a good choice."
"Thank you mister uhh..."
"Flank Serpico."
"Thank you mister Flank, I'm kinda worried that I won't be able to sleep, and I was wondering if you could keep me company."
"Sure kid, if it helps you get a good night's rest."
"So, what do you do besides being a cop?"
"Not much to be honest, infact I'm thinking of retiring soon."
"I wonder what you have done in all those years of being a cop?"
"Well, most of what I'm known for is reporting on cops that stray away from justice to go to personal beliefs."
"Is there bad cops?"
"Sadly... Yes."
I woke up in my bed with Flank sleeping on a chair nearby. I go out to check the mail, in the mail is just the newspapers and a... letter with the royal seal? When I reached my couch I teared the letter open and read it.
Dear Scootaloo. We apologize for all the pain Rainbow Dash has caused you. And as a "get well soon gift" we have decided to give you some bits as compensation. Signed, Princess Celestia.
As soon as I finished reading the letter, a large bag of bits appeared before me. To give an estimate it was atleast 800 bits.
"Woah kid where did you get all of those bits?"
Though it sounded like he was confused I could tell he was joking so I snickered a little and gave him the letter.
"Nice kid a letter from Princess Celestia herself."
"Well... My adoptive sister is friends with Princess Twilight."
"Who's your sister?"
"R- R- Rainbow Dash."
"The pony that tried to rape you?"
"Yeah."
"That's rough buddy."
I was 16 now and was now allowed to visit Rainbow Dash in prison. Rainbow Dash looked disheveled and looked like she was 1 bad thing away from killing herself. She looked at me shocked then looked at my cutie mark, a cophat. And then started crying.
"Why are you here!"
"Calm dow-"
"I'M A MONSTER!"
"Please stop."
"why, WHY, WHY ARE YOU HERE AFTER WHAT I DID TO YOU!"
"STOP!"
"Huh?"
"I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout."
"Why are you here?"
"I thought that maybe if you saw a friendly face you could get through this easier."
"I'm starting rehab in a few days, and maybe you could come with? To like help me get better?"
"Sure."
Rehab was a long process but eventually after 4 long months Rainbow Dash was back to her old, and now more mature, self.
"Hey squirt, I've been wondering, how did you get your cutie mark?"
"Well while you were in prison, a cop named Flank Serpico took me in and adopted me, and well at some point somepony tried to assassinate him but I restrained the attacker and tied their hooves together with a lasso I found. And next thing I know this thing is on my flank."
"Cool, make sure to get into the police academy, so you can help catch more ponies like..." She gulped. "...me."
"I'm already studying for the academy!"
"Nice!"
"Let's meet up with the elements, they should be in Princess Twilights throne room."
"Wait Twi's ruler of Equestria? How much did I miss?"
"Quite a bit to be honest."
"Well let's be on our way!"
"Hello Twilight."
"Hello Scootaloo, may I ask why you have interrupted our meeting?"
"I have good news!"
"What is it?"
"Rainbow Dash is back from rehab!"
"Really?"
As Rainbow Dash walked in I said "Yeah, she's right here!"
"Hello everypony."
Then Twilight's protage spoke up. "Hello Rainbow Dash nice to meet you."
Rainbow Dash simply squealed in response.
"Sorry about that she's really anxious around foals."
"Why?"
"It has to do with why she was in rehab."
"Please tell me."
"You aren't old enough to know."
"Oh..."
"I will tell you that it was awful, especially because I was on the receiving end of the harm she caused."
"Oh goodness, that must have sucked."
"Anyways, she's good now. So Dash go and make amends with the rest of the elements of harmony."
"Alright."
She moved towards Applejack first. "I'm so sorr-" She was quickly cut off by a hug.
"I'm just glad you're ok."
"Thanks AJ"
Next to Rarity
"I'm so sorry about what I did, please forgive me."
"As long as you don't do anything like that again then you are forgiven."
Then to Pinkie
"I-"
"You are forgiven!"
"Thanks Pinkie"
Then to Fluttershy in which they simply hugged in tears after how long it had been since they had seen each other.
Then to Twilight.
"I am so sorry for everything I have done and wish for forgiveness."
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Twi this is no time for friendship lessons!"
"I know, I just thought it would be funny. Also apology excepted."
Pinkie bursted out of the floor to scream about having a group hug and eventually we all did have a group hug.
"I missed you guys so much"
"We missed you to."
THE END
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Original Character,Human,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex
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The Very Homosexual Pony
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Hatter isn't gay. He's just mooching off the dumb human that summoned him for free food and letting them use him for sex in return. There is no way that he is a homosexual just because he lets his homie use him like a discount sex toy, right?
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<p>Hatter isn't gay. The human that summoned him is very gay, and also very lazy. Today, he has to do the human's job for him. That is not a problem though, because how hard can writing be really? </p><p>A shameless short and very gay story I wrote because I was too tired to think straight, so I thought gay instead. </p><p>Somehow featured on 08/08/2024! <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/>Contains: Gay, lots of British, Human On talking cartoon pony and a very lot of instances of the word faggot.<br/>(Also, I have a coffee link now if you want to support me! <a href="https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse" rel="nofollow">https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse</a> )<br/>Cover Art by Moonatik</p>
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2024-08-08T22:56:02+00:00
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2024-08-08T23:12:04+00:00
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“Is he dead?” The effeminate gray unicorn asked as he poked the skinny white man in the side using the handle of a straight razor. The man didn’t respond for several moments, so the unicorn trotted around him, “Oi bro. You fuckin’ dead? You want a cuppa’ tea?”
This, it seemed, got a stir out of the lanky human, who straightened up at his desk and let out a groan.
“Huh? Yeah… Tea sounds good?” The lanky creature said, still not sounding sure or completely awake. Hatter had suspected that offering the human a cup of tea would’ve gotten him up. Normally he would’ve followed it up with a joke, but instead he followed it up by jabbing him with the handle of his straight razor several more times.
“Come on you stupid fuckin’ faggot. Wake up.”
The man straightened up in his chair and rubbed the sleep from the corners of his eyes, then turned in his chair towards the pony. Hatter was still jabbing him in the side with the handle of a straight razor, held tight in the emerald green magic projected from his horn.
Hatter stopped jabbing him with the handle of the weapon once the human managed to get his eyes to focus. Before the human stood the three and a half foot tall gray pony. He had a black mane and a gray coat that somehow seemed to be an incredibly bright shade of gray. The human had often pondered just how that was possible, but then he remembered that Hatter was also a magical horse talking horse and promptly stopped caring about the finer points.
“So what do you think?” The stallion said. Unfortunately, the writer was still waking up from his sleep and it took him several moments to properly realize what he was meant to be thinking about.
Hatter was dressed like an absolute whorse. A pink rubber tank top hugged around the front of his chest, pulled so taught it looked like it might have been painful. His lips were plastered in bright green lipstick and his hooves were clad in long black rubber socks.
As the writer processed all of this, he shot straight up in his chair and almost fell out of it.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell. Why’re you dressed like that?”
“Cus’ I know you’ve been workin’ real ‘ard and you’re into all this fag shit.”
“I’m bisexual.”
“You’re Mr Fagsexual is what you are, now do you want me to suck your stupid cock or not?”
The writer stood up from his chair, straightening out his back and stretching himself, being at perfect height for his crotch to be right by Hatter’s muzzle.
“Unfortunately not. I was up late and I need that cuppa. Let me get myself straightened out first.”
Hatter smirked, “Nothing can straighten you out.”
After making his way down the stairs and switching the kettle on, the human moved into the living room and sat in his large armchair. It was meant to make him look imposing, but with how skinny his limbs were it just made him look comically small. Hatter shoved himself into the armchair next to his human friend and began to grind his chest against him.
“Comeonnn’ I’m not big on that LGBBQ stuff, but I know you love getting your dick sucked. You know I’m a pony right? You make me sick.”
The human responded by firmly shoving him down to the floor.
“Shush. I’ve only just woken up. Go finish the cups of tea.”
Hatter was clearly not impressed with this, but he let out a long sigh and strutted his way into the kitchen, showing off his flank as the human leaned back in his chair. Writing had been really hard last night, and he was going to really struggle to think of what story he was going to write today.
As he watched the gray unicorn leave, his mind began to work, gears grinding and working to try and come up with something interesting, but by the time Hatter returned with his cup of tea, he had already drifted off to sleep.
“Fuckin’…” Hatter mumbled under his breath, but he gently placed down the cup of tea next to the chair. It wasn’t like he wanted intense gay sex, it was just that his life was much worse without it. He was going to have to do all the work as per usual.
Slowly, he climbed his way up the stairs and into the human’s room. His nose twitched, there was a scent in the air he knew all too well. He made his way over to their unused bed and stuck his head under it. Score. He dragged out a pair of boxers that hadn’t found their way into the wash and pressed them into his snout, letting the masculine scent wash over his brain and make it tingle in all those wonderful ways.
Stallion… When the human woke up he was going to be really sad that his writing wasn’t done. Then he was going to do sad sex and it was going to absolutely suck. He could do something about it however.
He stared sadly down at the brightly coloured boxers before him. They had a hexagonal pattern of bright rainbow colours all over them, and a black waistband. He could just bury his muzzle in them and go for a nap himself, but he could do something.
Scrambling from under the bed, he placed the pair of boxers back down onto the floor in an almost sad fashion, then fetched himself a round ballpoint pen. It was heavy, made out of metal, and as he held it in his mouth, he found the weight almost comforting. How long had it been?
He worked the metal pen around with his tongue, then pulled up a pad of crisp white paper.
It was easy. He just pressed the pen to the paper, and the words would come out. The muscle memory returned, letters spilling out in flowing, looping copperplate text.
-
The pony was about six inches deep on the fat human dick, his throat clenching and convulsing happily as the human gripped his hand onto their ears and horn, using them like his personal sperm bank.
The pony was… Gray, with green eyes… And A Trottingham accent. But he wasn’t actually gay, he was just using the human for free tea and food. Their powerful musky scent made their mind go blank, which made it even less gay because they were in a trance for much of the sexual situation.
As for the human, they were totally a turbo faggot. They were the most homosexual person to ever walk the earth, and it was honestly pretty incredible just how hungry they were to use the pony, considering they were basically a talking animal.
Anyway where were they again? Right… So the man had his cock balls deep in the pony’s maw, their balls were smacking against his soft fuzzy chin and the pony’s throat was desperately clamping around his cock, trying to milk him for all it was worth.
It was working too, the human was gripping onto his horn even harder, arching his back and telling him what a good boy he was. That part actually felt good for the pony, but they were wearing a flat chastity cage to prevent them from getting hard to prevent it from becoming gay.
Above him, the writer was starting to groan and make all other kinds of strange faggot noises as he pounded his member into their maw. It was pretty cute, and the pony was working his tongue around to the best of his ability, although with the rough way the human was thrusting, it wasn’t exactly easy.
It was as though they were being used as little more then a cheap toy. They had been told that they were special, and with the effort the human had gone through to pull them from one reality to another, they didn’t doubt it. They were a special toy for the human, and they loved every second of it.
“Fuckin’… Good boy. Get right in there.” The human muttered. As for the pony, he was too busy trying to make the human cum, being rewarded with a tasty spurt of pre that sent their brain into overdrive.
For just a moment they pulled away and began giving the cock gentle little kisses, their green lipstick leaving marks behind that were promptly licked off with that skilful tongue. It was enough to make the human groan and sing his soft little moans.
And then the human grasped his own member firmly and began to jerk himself off. He wanted to paint Hatter’s face with his thick cum, and Hatter could hardly wait, looking up to them as he rolled his tongue out from his mouth and rolled his eyes back into a whorish expression.
The cum came in thick ropes, landing on his face and splattering over one of his eyes, which he was forced to close, before the next few splattered onto his muzzle and then his chest.
He was coated in human cum. This was… Gross, gay, and yet behind his cage he was feeling so very needy.
-
Hatter stared down at the words that he had inked onto the paper, and he could barely contain himself as he smacked both hooves into his face.
“Fuuuuuckkkk…. I’m a faggot!” He exclaimed.
Truer words had never been spoken.
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Sprout,Zecora,Alternate Universe,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Fetish,Profanity,Sex
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Sprout Meets Some Stripes
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After hearing word of a strange mare being seen near Bridlewood, Sprout goes to investigate.
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<p>Sprout Cloverleaf rules all of Equestria, or at least he rules over all the important ponies who rule Equestria. Not that he's a tyrannical ruler, but every mares wants to be bred by him, and just about near every stallion has become a milk pony, starved for his cock. So when he hears about something strange, a zebra, spotted near Bridlewood, he goes to look in on it. But when he gets there, he not only meets this strange zebra, but learns her name; Zecora. </p><p>Commission for <a href="/user/309969/PuzzleMaster98" rel="nofollow">PuzzleMaster98</a>.</p>
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2024-08-09T01:28:03+00:00
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2024-08-09T01:28:03+00:00
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“There’s no way! It’s impossible!” Opaline grumbled in frustration, looking over numerous books, magically floating them over to herself. “There’s no way this can be happening!”
Since becoming impregnated by Sprout, the alicorn had developed more and more magical power, allowing her to now do spells and magic that would put her on par with many unicorns. And while years ago, she would use this power to try and conquer Equestria, she had dedicated herself to giving her master and lover the world instead. But being able to float and manipulate numerous books at once did make researching things infinitely easier for the alicorn. At her side, Misty was watching with a small bit of curious worry on her face. She had seen this look before on her former mistress’ face, but never this sweat producing stress before.
“Izzy, are you certain?” Opaline asked, not even looking at the mare. “You’re absolutely sure that is what you heard?”
“Y-yes…I’m sure…” Misty nervously answered. “My father said he heard from Izzy, that there was some striped pony, a mare I believe, seen on the outskirts of Bridlewood.”
“Misty, do you have any clue what this could mean?” Opaline asked, but didn’t give her former underling time to answer. “If this is who I think it is, then this striped mare…is a zebra.”
“A zebra?!” Misty gasped in surprise. “But, but, but, but you said yourself. Zebras left Equestria before the end of Princess Twilight Sparkle.”
“Exactly! And there would be no way a zebra could go unnoticed nowadays.” Opaline suggested, rubbing her chin with her forehoof. “There has to be more to this. But what, what is a zebra doing in Equestria, and in Bridlewood no less?”
“But what’s the big deal?” Misty asked, more curious about Opaline’s worry. “Isn’t it a good thing that a lost race is coming back?”
“You don’t understand, Misty.” Opaline sighed. “Zebras have always been the more mysterious races of this world. Even I couldn’t get their secrets during my campaigns. And I regret to say, where they lack magical skill, their potion making surpasses even my own.”
“So, what? You think this zebra is some scout for some invasion?” Misty asked, her mind getting ahead of her. “Should we warn Sunny? Or maybe Sprout?”
“Not yet. But tell Izzy to keep an eye open for her.” Opaline commented, to which Misty nodded before departing. Now alone, the alicorn sighed. “That strange, magical flux I sensed not that long ago, there’s no way this zebra is from their homeland.” Her eyes narrowed a little as she was flipping through her books. “It must be…her…”
“So, why exactly are we going to Bridlewood?” Sprout asked, walking towards the unicorns’ forested village. At his side, Izzy eagerly, and merrily, skipped along. “I know Opaline said she wanted me to see something in Bridlewood, but she never said what.”
“Oh! I know, I know!” Izzy giggled, skipping around the stallion. Despite having given birth, and then getting impregnated again, she was surprisingly full of energy. Sprout occasionally worried as he saw her faintly swaying baby bump, but she seemed to be fine. “It’s because of that striped mare I saw a week ago.”
“Wait, what?!” Sprout asked, raising a surprised eyebrow towards the bubbly mare. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh right, I didn’t tell you yet. I’m sorry.” Izzy giggled, kissing Sprout’s cheek. “Just last week, I ran into this striped earth mare out on the outskirts of Bridlewood. So I showed her around, especially to Alphabittle’s tea shop. She really liked tea.”
“That’s…nice…” Sprout replied, trying to picture a striped earth mare. “So…did you get her name?”
“Yes, I did.” Izzy smiled. “It took a while to figure out, cause the way she spoke was really weird.”
“Weird? What do you mean?” Sprout asked. “And what was her name?”
“Oh, right! Her name is Zecora.” Izzy replied. “And yeah, it was like she was rhyming as she spoke. Like poetry, or maybe she was doing some weird thing.”
“Zecora? Well that’s certainly an…exotic name.” Sprout commented aloud, pondering for a moment. “I don’t know any earth mare back home with a name like that.”
“Yeah, and I told Sunny, and she didn’t know anyone. But then she all sparkled, and ran off.” Izzy commented. “So I told Misty, thinking Opaline might know, and all I got was a text from Misty, saying to confirm.”
“Did you mention the name Zecora?” Sprout asked, to which Izzy was hit with a realization. “You mentioned everything else, except the name?” He couldn’t help but sigh a little at the mare’s carefree attitude. It was adorable, but sometimes, it was too much.
“I…I think I did…silly me…” Izzy giggled. “But it shouldn’t be a problem. She was so nice to me when we were talking. Said I reminded her of a friend of hers. So we should totally meet her.” With that, she took off towards Bridlewood in a gallop. “Come on, come on!” Sprout only rolled his eyes a little before chasing after the mare. “I’m sure she’s still gonna be there. She didn’t seem like she had anywhere else to go anyways.”
Arriving in Bridlewood, the two quickly went to Alphabittle’s cafe. Inside, this Zecora was still there. A black and white striped earth pony looking mare, with a fine mohawk, and there was an almost mysticism about her as the stallion looked at her. Izzy, on the other hand, took this chance to sneak away from Sprout. In a saddlebag on her side, she had a concentrated dose of Opaline’s potions. Since Zephyr Heights and Maretime Bay had fallen sway under the potion’s effect, Izzy had become almost enthralled by the idea of everypony being just as horny and happy as she was. Opaline couldn’t have asked for a more eager and willing mare to do such a deed. And while Misty still had some reservations about everything, she couldn’t deny how much happier everypony was now that they were fucking all the time.
Sprout, who had only just noticed Izzy’s absence, was forced to confront this mysterious mare on his own. Problem was, he had no idea what to do or say. All he knew about this Zecora was her name, and that she apparently spoke in rhymes. How would I be able to talk to that? Should he speak in rhymes first? Was that just something about her pony race? Was it a personal choice? He had worked so hard to get past his previous misgivings, and the absolutely last thing he wanted to do was to come across as intolerant again. Swallowing the last of his nervousness, he was ready to speak, but then the mare put her cup of tea down.
“I understand my arrival here must be quite the sight.” Zecora commented, glancing over at Sprout. “But please, do not let me give you cause for fright.” Her eyes, there was something so captivating, so alluring, and just so damn sexy about those eyes, that Sprout’s legs nearly wobbled nervously. “As I said, there is nothing to fear.” She beckoned with her forehoof. “So perhaps we can have a chat. In short, please come here.” Sprout wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He couldn’t refuse this mare, even as his nervousness was slowly consuming him. Swallowing the last of his worry, he resigned himself and approached her.
“Well, I’m sorry, I just never met anypony such as yourself.” Sprout commented, walking over to sit with this Zecora. “My name is Sprout, Sprout Cloverleaf.”
“A pleasure to meet you.” Zecora smiled, almost seductively at the stallion. “My name is Zecora, if that would suit you.”
“Well, yes.” Sprout nodded, a little confused with how she spoke. “Anyways, where do you come from? And how did you get here? If you don't ask me.”
“Nothing to worry about, there is no offense.” Zecora nodded, giggling a little as she took a sip of her tea. “But as for where I am from, hard to say. How I got here, that game at quite the expense.”
“Expense? Like you paid to get here?” Sprout asked, becoming more and more intrigued by her words. “So where you’re from is somewhere far away?”
“In a way, yes, I’ve paid a price.” Zecora replied, staring intensely in Sprout’s eyes. “But for such a chance to meet such a fine stallion, I’d gladly pay it twice.”
“Well…I…I’m flattered…” Sprout replied, blushing nervously as he looked over to the mare. “H-how about you tell me…are you an earth pony?”
“Earth pony? No, I am something different.” Zecora explained, finishing her tea. “I am a zebra, if that catches your interest.”
“A zebra? I…I don’t think I’ve heard about those before.” Sprout saying, contemplating aloud for a moment. “Oh, it looks like you finished your tea. Let me get one for you.”
“No need, I got it!” Izzy, appearing almost from nowhere with two cups of steaming tea. Unbeknownst to either Sprout and maybe Zecora, she had taken the concentrated dosage, and spiked the zebra’s tea in it. “Enjoy!”
“Izzy, when did you-” Sprout commented, turning to look at the unicorn, only to see her no longer there. “And she’s gone again. I swear, she needs to wear a bell or something.”
“It is a refreshing sight to see that ponies are the same.” Zecora muttered a little to herself, thinking back to her friends, such as Pinkie Pie. “Though, compared to her, your friend is rather tame.”
“A friend? Oh, you mean you’ve met somepony like Izzy?” Sprout asked, taking his tea to gently blow on it. “By all means, feel free to talk about her.”
“Oh, it is no problem at all, please do now worry.” Zecora said, taking her tea. “For I do not believe we are in any sort of hurry.” With that, she calmly drank the tea, savoring the rich flavor of it.
The effects were almost instantaneous as Zecora could feel the shivering sensation of this potion taking hold of her. Within an instant, she realized she had been given something, her years of being an apothecary had trained her to know an aphrodisiac when she tastes one. But unlike the numerous concoctions she was aware of, this was different. It had many of the same ingredients she could taste, but her years had granted her some degree of resistance. However, this potion forced its way throughout her being, violating every concept of resistance possible. Her body was immediately taken by it, and while it took her a little by surprise, she didn’t mind the feeling. If anything, the warmth surging throughout her body was rather comforting.
“Uh, Zecora?” Sprout asked, seeing the way the zebra was starting to slowly pant. “Are you…are you okay?” Zecora only looked at the stallion.
Her body was getting hot, so much hotter than the strongest estrus she had ever felt. Even if she had a semblance of restraint and sanity within her, something to allow her to craft some antidote, she just couldn’t. She didn’t want to cancel this potion’s effects. It had been a long time, a very, very long time since she felt this way, and she wasn’t going to stop now. This brought her eyes over to Sprout. He was a stud, a prime piece of breeding stock she had not seen or tasted since her times with Big Mac. Licking her lips a little, she was contemplating every way she could take him. Would it be subtle, luring him away to fuck her behind some hidden place? Or maybe she would simply have him take her over the table like some common, tavern whore?
“Zecora?” Sprout asked again, sounding a little more worried as this zebra simply stared at him. “Are you okay? Was the tea too hot? Or is there something on your mind?” His mind began to overthink. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” His words were cut off as the zebra pressed forward, kissing against his lips.
Sprout had barely a moment to respond, but Zecora’s lips were just so soft, hot, and the way her tongue shoved into his mouth with her hot and breathy moans was too much. His cock burst from his leather sheath to full arousal. He could tell there was no going back now. He was going to fuck this zebra, no doubt to breed her and help spread her population all over Equestria. If there were any higher thoughts left in Zecora’s mind, it was all pushed to the side, forcing her to only want the stallion’s throbbing, massive cock. Even without seeing it, she could practically feel the heat subtly radiating off it. Her pussy was gushing her sweet, hot nectar, slowly filling the space around them with her intoxicating aroma.
“Oh wow! She’s really gushing!” Izzy playfully giggled, sitting off to the side, having her own drink as she was watching everything. “I think we might need to take this elsewhere.”
Around them, the few patrons of this tea shop were already engaging in similar, passionate activities. It would appear that the mixed scents of his potent musk, and her sweet, exotic aroma had driven the stallions and mares to begin fucking each other. Though Bridlewood had been given the least amount of Opaline’s potions, they were always a very open tribe, and so promiscuous relationships aren't uncommon. But to be pushed this far so easily, even Izzy was shocked by this. Though this still turned her on, and was fighting her own temptation to have Sprout fuck her tight, pregnant pussy again before breeding Zecora. But, she held herself back, cause the zebra looked like she took the potion far harder than expected.
“Don’t worry, I got you.” Izzy giggled, igniting her horn. “I’ll send you both somewhere safe.” Sprout would’ve said something, but Zecora’s kissing mouth blocked any noise as they were teleported away by the unicorn’s magic. Smirking, she giggled to herself. “Oh fuck, this is going to be so hot. I gotta get ready for the show!”
The next thing Sprout knew, his surroundings were that of Izzy’s house. He hand’t been here in quite a long time, and he remembered when he fucked the slutty unicorn and bred her. Still, it was somewhat refreshing to be in a more familiar place. But then he remembered he wasn’t alone. Looking over at Zecora, she had landed on the couch besides him, and she was still panting, blushing, and was looking at him hungrily. Worried for a moment, Sprout looked about, but saw Izzy didn’t come with them, and it was now just him with an incredibly horny zebra that was ravenous for his cock and balls. And while he was getting ready to try and do anything, he failed to notice how Izzy’s house had been outfitted with countless hidden cameras. These were designed by Pipp, with the help of Haven, Misty, and Opaline. Where Sprout’s hot and passionate fucks could be broadcast across Equestria.
Back in Maretime Bay, Sunny, along with Hitch, were snuggling, making out, and tuning in to watch Sprout breed this zebra. Up in Zephyr Heights, Haven, Zipp, and Pipp were being tended to by devoted guards, keeping them pleased and yet on edge as they were getting ready for the show. Within her castle, Opaline was railing Misty with her throbbing slab of alicorn cock meat as the two were getting ready for Sprout’s performance. And back at the tea shop in Bridlewood, Izzy was playfully jerking off a few stallions while rubbing her tender, soaking pussy as the television changed to broadcast the erotic program.
“Z-Zecora…Zecora…” Sprout said, trying to speak between the zebra’s erotic and whorish kissing. “Are you sure about this? I mean, yeah we just met, and fucking is just a thing around here. But are you sure you want to-”
“Listen here, you fat cocked bastard.” Zecora sternly and seriously stated. Sprout wasn’t sure what scared him more, the zebra’s intense glare that froze his soul, or how she wasn’t speaking in rhymes anymore. “You’re going to take that stallion dick, shove it in my zebra cunt, and fuck me full of a herd of zonies!” Before Sprout could say another word, she resumed making out with him.
Well, there was nothing else Sprout could do. She was clearly really into this, and he wasn’t going to deny how hot it was to have a mare like that take charge. It reminded him a little of how intense Opaline could get. And part of him wondered if Zecora would end up as on and off dominating and yet submissive like the alicorn was. And with how this zebra was tonguefucking into his throat with her sultry, sloppy kissing, there was no way his cock was going to remain hidden. His dick slowly slipped from his thick, leathery sheath, growing and swelling to a size it hadn’t been in a while. It was big, the biggest in all of Equestria, but somehow, this new and exotic mare was making it thicker and longer. The ponies who watched looked on in envy and longing.
“Holy fuck! Sprout’s dick got bigger?!” Izzy gasped and hummed playfully. “I gotta get impaled on that thing sometime.”
She had been fucked and bred by Sprout more than a few times now, and she had never seen it like this. Izzy bit at her lower lips, her body trembled as she was struggling to not just teleport herself over to her house and ride that cock in her pregnant pussy until she was bred with a whole herd of precious foals. The rest of the unicorns in the cafe who watched, the way they were not fucking and moaning out, the couldn’t help but be driven deeper and deeper into their passions at the sight of Sprout’s almost godly size. The mares got wetter, and the stallions fucked harder in their envy. The way things were going, just witnessing the earth stallion breed this zebra was going to drive the rest of Bridlewood into doubling, or even tripling their population.
“Well shit, I think I’m gonna need a drink.” Alphabittle commented, wiping sweat from his brow. “Cause that’s gotta be the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” Swallowing nervously, he couldn’t help but look down at his own dick Izzy was teasing. It wasn’t as big as Sprout, but was still impressive.
“Here, have a special one.” Izzy giggled, sliding over a shot glass with a semi luminescent liquid inside. Another thing she brought with her, was the same potion that turned stallions into milk ponies, planning to spread that across Bridlewood. “This’ll set you right.” Part of her wondered if it would be alright to convert so many of her own tribe, but the pleasure of giving Sprout a world of sexy sluts to breed overwhelmed any other previous loyalties. “I know I’m gonna need something big, thick, and heavy after this too.”
“Thanks, Izzy.” Alphabittle commented, not even looking at the glass as he grabbed at it with his magic before knocking it back. The glass barely reached the table before he started shivering and panting. “Oh fuck…I guess I was getting hotter than I thought.”
“I hear you.” Izzy replied, downplaying what was happening to the unicorn’s leader. “Let’s keep watching. I know Sprout’s about to really breed this slut.” Her lips were curled into a playful smile, eager to spread this to her fellow unicorns, giving her beloved Sprout even more whore mares to fuck and impregnate.
Sprout and Zecora continued to make out for several long moments before the zebra broke away. The look on her face was so intense, she wasn’t even a dignified mare anymore. More akin to a bitch in heat as she looked at him. The moment she caught a whiff of his cock, her body trembled, pussy soaked onto the sofa, and her eyes glared at it. She wasn’t going to be able to hold anything back. She needed to have this stallion utterly ruin her like the exotic whore she was. Sprout had barely a moment to prepare as the zebra slammed herself onto his cock, swallowing down about half his length without the first bobbing of her head. The stallion gasped as he felt just how warm, wet, and tight the zebra’s throat-pussy was. Still, she didn’t even hesitate to start lifting and dropping her head over and over this cock.
Zecora was good, very good, and the way her golden neckbands added an extra tightness to her throat fucking pleasure. Swallowing hard, Sprout could only lay back and enjoy the way this zebra was facefucking herself on his fat cock. Her pussy was absolutely gushing, letting out a sweet smell in the air, which only caused the stallion’s cock to twitch and swell in her throat-pussy. Zecora moaned a whorish, muffled sound as she was picking up speed. Every inch she took was slobbered and slathered with her skilled tongue. She was unable to stop herself, not wanting to even hesitate or slow down as she was taking every inch she could. As well as this, the way his cock was being hammered in her throat, her golden neckbands started to strain a little.
Still, Zecora continued to take this cock, deepthroating it as she reached under with her forehooves to fondle and heave at Sprout’s huge balls. The way she was playing and lifting them, it was like they were starting to get bigger. The stallion cooed, arching head as he was panting and gasping from Zecora’s cocksucking skills. His mind couldn’t help but race as she was worshiping at his cock, and the way she played and teased his balls, it wouldn’t be long now. But were other zebras like this? Or was Zecora just an exception? And even then, her cock handling skills were so good, was she just a natural? Or has she had no experience? Zecora only continued bobbing her head, trying to get as much pleasure from the stallion as she could.
Sprout wasn’t going to last much longer, he was going to cum. Zecora not only felt it, but was now moving in such a hot and heavy manner, she was planning to not just take it all, but swallow every heavy gulp of this stallion’s hot and thick spunk. Sprout gasped out as when the zebra lifted and slammed herself over his cock, her golden neckbands snapped, breaking fully off as she took every inch into her throat-pussy. The feeling was too much, he couldn’t hold himself back. Sprout’s orgasm came hot, thick, and deep as the zebra greedily gulped it all down. There was just so much, but Zecora drank it all, not wanting to spill a single drop as she was worshiping at his cock, and fondling at his balls. Holding herself in place for the long minutes as Sprout was settling in his afterglow, all while the zebra continued to suckle along this dick before slowly pulling herself off his throbbing length.
“So much cum…it has been so long since I’ve drunk so well…” Zecora cooed, speaking so seductively as she licked her lips, savoring the flavor. “But we are not done, I need more…”
“Well, I’m more than happy to…” Sprout panted, laying back on the sofa as he was catching his breath. “I wasn’t planning to cum this much at once, so I just need a minute to- '' He didn’t get a chance to finish as the zebra placed her face in his huge, leathery ball sack.
Zecora fondled at these fat orbs of cum filled wonder with her forehooves, but then started to lick, moan, and suckle them. She was worshiping at his balls, marveling at the sheer size of them. By their weight, Sprout should be struggling to even walk, and yet he had a cock and balls to make anypony envious and lustful. She couldn’t explain it, but she wanted to just worship them, to suckle and smother herself in these fat balls to then drown in the musky scent. Her alluring, oral fixations were enough to slowly bring Sprout back up to full arousal. Her skills were immense, among one of the best cock and ball suckers he had ever dealt with, and the way his dick was just so massive, girthy, and throbbing with want and need was almost terrifying. The countless ponies watching were in a lustful awe at the sight of it.
“There we go, nice and big again.” Zecora moaned, laying back as she sprawled herself on the sofa. “So now, tell me how you want to break this slut?”
Sprout stared at her for a moment, still not sure what to do. Zecora was an alluring, exotic mare, and the more he gazed at her, the more her charm seemed to hypnotize his senses. But then, he saw something else he was shocked and surprised he didn’t notice; her teats. This zebra’s teats her huge, soft looking, and the nipples had golden piercings on them. Licking his lips, Sprout couldn’t hold himself back as he leaned over to press his face between these huge, fat teats. Zecora cooed, moaning as she let the stallion do whatever he wanted with her teats. Letting his lustful instincts take over, Sprout fondled and teased these as he was savoring and worshiping at these huge teats, especially with hot the pierced nipples felt along his smooth tongue.
Sprout suckling on her pierced nipples, feeling as the zebra’s soft moans were just making his cock even harder. He had just come, but his dick was dripping and eager for more. Zecora laid there and let the stallion have his way with her, feeling every pleasurable tingle that rippled throughout her body. It had been so long since she felt this way, and her pent-up needs were only amplified by the potion she had been tricked into drinking. Her pussy was so wet, gushing out her sweet nectar as it seemed to pool a little over the couch while her tongue could still taste the hot spunk that she had drank mere minutes ago. Sprout was good, better than any stallion she had been with, and it was making her body crave more and more of this fat cock and his steaming seed.
“Please, do not tease me anymore.” Zecora moaned, looking at the stallion with longing. “I need you to fuck me. My pussy begs for your cock.”
“Alrighty…well…I’d like to get a good look at that sexy ass of yours.” Sprout commented, pulling back as he got off the couch. “Flip over and show me that ass of yours.”
“Okay, anything for you.” Zecora cooed, slowly rolling over to be partially off the couch. Her ass was beautiful, full and round, and the way she swayed it hypnotically was making Sprout’s cock almost painfully throb. “You like what you see? I have two very tight holes for you. So which will you want first?”
“Well, I’ll save you for last.” Sprout snickered, raising a forehoof to smack at Zecora’s ass, making her gasp and moan out. “But I wanna fuck that tight ass of yours first.”
“Such a naughty stallion.” Zecora purred, leaning a bit more on the couch to allow her ass to be better presented. Her ponut was quivering eagerly for the stallion’s cock. “Come on, give me that hard cock I deserve, and claim me as your fuck mate.” Sprout didn’t need anything else said as he mounted on her body.
The stallion’s slick, oozing cockhead kissed against her tight, plump ponut, slowly and carefully stretching it as she was moaning softly for it. This fat cock was being calmly wedged deeper and deeper into Zecora’s equally fat ass, making her body quiver and tremble until he was roughly halfway into her tight tailhole. Sprout held himself in place for a moment, not wanting to rush too much into it. The zebra cooed softly, fidgeting a little as her ass eagerly took this stallion’s cock without any difficulties. Sprout took a deep breath, taking in Zecora’s sweet and alluring scent as he pulled a little back, and then pushed himself back into her ass. She moaned out in pleasure, her mind rippling as she was taking such a girth in her. And as she took every inch he could give, Sprout found her ponut was becoming more and more accommodating, and seemed to swallow in more of his fat size.
“Fuck my ass harder…” Zecora moaned out whorishly, shivering and trembling as she couldn’t help but savor the feeling of this massive cock in her plump tailhole. “Take your large cock…and ruin my asshole with it…fuck me as if you could impregnate my flank with your hot seed…you’re making me ovulate with just anal, and I want more…”
Her words were only adding the pleasure that Sprout felt, and as she moaned out her slutty words, she was backing up and smacking her ass against the stallion’s cock. He wasn’t just humping into her, he was bottoming out her gut puncher of a cock, and she was moaning out like an estrus, sex starved beast. Sprout could barely think, any higher brain function was focused exclusively to just keep fucking this zebra’s ass. There was something different about the way she felt. It was like her body was just born to be a cocksleeve for him. Was this just something about zebras? They just had softer, bigger, and more supple flanks compared to other pony mares? He couldn’t understand it, but then again, he didn’t care enough as he continued to fuck her ass.
Ramming and thrusting faster and faster, Sprout’s cock was throbbing, getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Even though he came not that long ago, this whore zebra’s asshole was clamping and milking his length for every drop of virile spunk he could offer her. She was so good, and the way she handled and fucked herself on his cock was just making it impossible to hold out for long. Sprout had the stamina to bounce back, but part of him wondered just how far this zebra was going to push him. Huffing and panting, he was trying to hold in his coming orgasm, but there was no way he was going to not be able to blow his hot and heavy loads in Zecora’s juicy ass. Huffing and panting, he took a deep breath before he continued thrusting into her, even as he felt himself ready to cum.
Sprout’s orgasm burst and flowed out from his cock, flooding into Zecora’s ass, stuffing her anal canal, and even into her lower insides with his hot and potent seed. So much was being fucked into her, she could feel the amount she had previously and greedily drank down sloshing in her belly. Grunting, Spout let out several more deep and hard thrusts as he released more and more thick ropes of cum into her tight ponut. Her asshole puckered, clenching down hard on this dick, as if she never wanted to let go of it. The feeling sent a tingle throughout Sprout’s being, unaware that the sloppy, orgasmic look on Zecora’s face was being seen by all of Equestria. Izzy was spraying out her pent-up orgasm all over the table as the many, many unicorns in Bridelwood were passionately fucking. The rest of Equestria was screaming in countless orgasms as well.
“So…how did you like that…” Sprout panted, slowly pulling himself from Zecora’s asshole. There was an audible, wet, popping sound as he did, letting him collapse a bit back on the couch. “Phew…it’s been a while before I came that hard. You’re…you’re really good…”
“Oh? Don’t think for a moment we are done.” Zecora smirked, purring seductively as she turned her head to gaze at the stallion. The way she was looking at him, and the glint in her eyes, it was like she was a starved predator. “You’ve only destroyed most of my whore holes. But you still have yet to give me your best.” Turning fully around, she pushed a little against the stallion with her forehoof, allowing her to properly straddle him.
Sprout’s body trembled a little. He couldn’t understand it for the moment. Sure, he’s dealt with crazy mares who go insane for his cock, but this was the first time he felt almost fear; at least, since fucking Opaline for the first time. Was his bodily instincts telling him that Zecora was an even scarier mare than the one evil alicorn of fire? Sprout couldn’t figure it out, but the mix of fear and arousal not only was a new feeling to him, but a pleasurable one that was making his body shiver as the zebra was slowly lowering herself on Sprout’s cock. The way her pussy kissed and enveloped him was making the both of them moan out. Her weight only made her decent on his size and made him slowly feel like he could cum again at any moment. Zecora licked her lips, eager to not only take every inch, but ride this fat cock as if she was never going to take a dick again.
Zecora arched her head back, howling in the pleasure that was rippling and rupturing throughout her being. Sprout was winching, panting, and grunting as he felt the way this zebra’s pussy wasn’t just taking every inch of his massive size, but was savoring it, becoming addicted to it, and submitting to her. Her sexy, fat ass bounced harder and faster, making a loud, slapping wet sound that echoed throughout the room. The couch was rumbling a little, almost bouncing along with the way Zecora was riding this dick. Sprout couldn’t believe just how much this slut could take. He was feeling the strength practically being drained from him. Her pussy was trying to rip the soul right out of his dick.
“Come on, keep going…fuck my pussy harder!” Zecora was panting and moaning out. “Fuck me up, give me your foals! I want a herd of zony bastards in my whore womb!”
Sprout couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sure, he had heard countless mares shout and moan out such sultry words before, but there was just something about how Zecora said it that seemed to send an especially pleasurable tingle throughout Sprout’s body. Was it because she wasn’t a pony like the rest, some erotic, exotic zebra from a far and foreign land? Or was it just something about the sheer ferocity of how she was riding his cock. She wasn’t just taking his dick like a pleasurable sensation, she was straddling and taking his massive size as if this was her only meaning and purpose in life. It was as if she wasn’t a zebra, wasn’t even a mare anymore. Zecora was just a vessel to be bred and fucked silly and stuffed by Sprout’s hot and heavy seed.
Her large, plump teets also pressed as the zebra was bouncing faster and harder on this cock. Her fat ass smacked, and she leaned more and more over the stallion, staring down at him in a deep and passionate hunger. She wanted to have him, to have him claim her as his, and she was going to make him work for every inch of his cock reshaping her insides to want only him inside her. Sprout was familiar with this manic look, but for Zecora, he felt an almost nervous unease, like she wasn’t just anypony, but an experienced mare, one who will have him fuck her stupid, and then have her come back to clean and revitalize his cock to breed her some more. It was like he had met his match, and the sexual back and forth that was coming from it was becoming even more intense.
“Fuck…it’s coming…” Sprout panted out, feeling as the tingling heat was growing throughout his body. His cock was swelling in size, stretching out Zecora’s pussy even more, forming a bigger bulge along her belly. “I’m gonna cum!” This only increased the speed of the zebra’s wild riding.
Resting his forehooves hard on her sides, Sprout was thrusting upwards with reckless abandon. This slutty zebra was making his cock throb so hard, he couldn’t hold anything back. The stallion gasped and roared out, matching that of Zecora’s own whorish moans. The sounds of the stallion’s throbbing, meaty size beating and stretching into the zebra’s fat ass and tight pussy echoed out in sloppy wet, smacking and slapping noises. The way they were going at it, the passionate, mating display was rippling out almost a phantom pleasure to everyone who was watching. All of Equestria was on the verge of cumming at once. Sprout’s hot fucking of Zecora was pushing everyone over their edge.
So focused on making this slut cum, as well as getting himself to orgasm, the earth stallion didn’t even notice the unified screams as all of Equestria came along with this mating pair. Zecora’s beautiful, foreign, and passionate scream, which drove the stallion over the edge. Slamming himself as deep as he could, the zebra’s cervix gave way as he bottomed out in her, pushing all the way into her womb. Feeling the warm, smooth lining of her most inner and precious place, Sprout gasped and finally came. The amount from this initial burst was big, easily enough to flood her foal making place, all the way into her ovaries, soaking and fucking each and every egg as soon as they came out. Zecora gasped a breathless scream, her eyes rolling back, twitching, and looking cross eyed all at once.
But Sprout wasn’t finished, the throbbing pulse of his cock only caused more of this thick, potent spunk to be released in her pussy. Zecora’s embrace squeezed down so tight, milking and embracing this massive size as it not only was now claiming her, but had also reshaped her pussy to be in his shape. Sprout’s cock had claimed this mare, she was now his adorable, beautiful, exotic, striped whore. Twitching and arching herself, back, her large teeth twitched and pressed against the stallion’s belly, all while her womb continued to stretch and be filled with hot seed. Within a moment, she wasn’t just pregnant, she was so incredibly stuffed with the stallion’s virile cum, that there was no way she wasn’t pregnant from all this.
“Holy shit! Look at how much he’s putting in for her!” Izzy gasped, coming down from the afterglow of her hot and heavy masturbating, being among the few still conscious from cumming so hard. “Fuck…Sprout….you better fuck me up like that soon, or I’m gonna ride you until you do.”
Zecora’s eyes were glossed over, hearts blazing in them, and she was twitching, but it seemed there was still some bouncing in her fat ass. The mare continued to slowly grind and rub herself against this dick, in hopes of milking out as much of this spunk as she could. Sprout was still in and out of his afterglow, and the cum didn’t seem to stop as Zecora’s pussy was greedily taking in every potent drop she could, making sure her inner folds were so clamped shut, that nothing could trickle out. Shivering, he lay back as the strength was being drained from him.
“So much…seed…in my womb…” Zecora cooed, her voice sounding a little weak. I am…so full…of your…foals…” It was like she tried to make a rhyme, but nothing worked as her mind was so fucked silly.
“Oh shit…I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard…” Sprout panted, gasping and wheezing from the feeling as he collapsed fully. Looking up, he couldn’t even see Zecora’s face, only her massive, bloated belly. Her womb was now so full of his cum, she looked full enough to be ready to give birth at any moment. “Fuck…I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”
Zecora collapsed a little, stumbling off of Sprout’s cock. Some excess cum spilled out from her fucked open, gaping pussy. Laying on the opposite end of the couch, she looked just as hot, sweaty, and fatigued as Sprout did. He could barely move, not realizing just how much he had come, or how much of a toll it would have on him. While he knew he was due for a second wind or so to put some energy back in him, he wanted to relax for the moment. While fucking has become a regular activity in his life, he actually never believed he would’ve came practically gallons of virile seed in a zebra’s fertile womb. There were no doubts she was pregnant, all he could wonder was just how many she was going to give birth to.
“Well…at least it’s over…” Sprout panted, trying to steady his breathing as he looked up at the ceiling. But as he did so, he failed to notice that Zecora started moving. “So…how did it feel to-” He gasped as he suddenly felt the warm wetness of a mare’s mouth on his slick, soaked cock. Looking down, he could see Zecora passionately making out with his dick. “Zecora?! What are you-” Another moan escaped him as her dick sucking was just so good.
“We’re not done. Not by a long shot.” Zecora moaned, looking up at Sprout with the same lustful, manic eyes she had before. It would seem she got her second wind faster than he did. “This cock. This big, beautiful, beastial…delicious…” Her words were starting to trail off as she continued to suck him off, moaning like the whore she was between her words. “I want me…we are not even close to finished. I want it, I want you to fuck me, to make hot, passionate love with me until every inch of be is coated and filled with your precious seed.” Sprout tried to protest, but knew there was no escape.
‘Well fuck…’ Sprout thought to himself, accepting what was to come. ‘Here we go again…’ Rolling his eyes a little, he came to terms. All the while, he was completely unaware of the show that he and the zebra slut were giving out to the public.
“Okay, I think…I think…fuck, I’m so tired…” Sprout commented, panting and almost weezing as he was feeling the strength leave him. Zecora was laying on the couch, twitching and gushing out cum from her throat, pussy, and ponut. “I haven’t blown my load that hard in a long time.” He paused, wondering if the zebra was okay. “Are you…are you okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I?”
“You fuck me like the good zebra slut I am.” Zecora cooed, speaking in a slurring, semi fluid manner that mixed with low moans, and deeping cooing sounds. “I can feel all your foals in my womb, and frankly, I don’t give a damn.” She could barely hold herself together as she slowly collapsed into unconsciousness.
Dragging himself upwards, Sprout decided to let Zecora sleep on Izzy’s couch. Carefully and as quietly as he could, he made his way to the door. As soon as he reached the door, whatever thoughts or hopes he had were quickly dashed the moment he opened the door. Outside Izzy’s house, there weren’t just a few unicorn mares, but dozens, nearly hundreds. If anything, Sprout thought he was looking at the entire settlement of Bridlewood. The way they looked at him, it was the same way he had been stared at by just about every mare who looks at him; lustful mania. While used to these gazes, Sprout didn’t want to disturb Zecora’s peaceful rest.
“Alright, alright.” Sprout announced to the crowd, while trying not to wake up the zebra. “I’ll take care of all your needs. But not here.”
“Then we’ll go back to my place!” Called out a feminine, yet somewhat familiar voice. Stepping forward through the crowd, was Alphabittle, but now as a milf mare. Sprout couldn’t help but blush as the now larger mare approached him. “My place has plenty of room, and I want to have you fuck my new pussy with that fat cock.”
“Alright, looks like I don’t have much of a choice.” Sprout shrugged his shoulders through a small chuckle. He then gestured towards the back of this crowd of unicorns. “After you.” Alphabittle giggled, grabbing at the stallion with her magic, lifting him effortlessly as she led him back to her house. “Don’t worry, stud. I’ll be gentle.”
As soon as they got back to her home, Alphabittle threw the stallion on her couch, causing him to crash with a soft thud. Sprout barely had a moment to respond before this much larger milk pony smacked her new, massive, milk leaking teats against him as she was setting up to ride on his cock in a wild, savage fervor. The stallion did nothing, shocked that because of their sheer size, he was able to fondle and suckle on them, even as she was straddling on his dick. Alphabittle moaned out as she felt this cock break into her newly formed, fertile pussy. The inner folds clamped down hard and yet so carefully and passionately. Her eyes were rolling back as she settled down on this full size. It also helped how Sprout’s cock was still slick from fucking Zecora not that long ago.
“Fuck…so big…Misty was right…there’s nothing like this fat dick…” Alphabittle moaned, thinking back to when her daughter told her about how Sprout bred her. “Now it’s my turn!” Leaning forward, she placed her hooves over the stallion. “I’m gonna milk this fat dick and get knocked up like my daughter.”
WIld lusts and primal instincts drove the milk pony to lift and lower herself. She was bouncing harder and faster on this cock, making Sprout winch and gasp as the much larger size of the pony was practically crushing him. If not for his long experience now, he very much would’ve been crushed by the milk pony’s body, but his cock was only getting harder, and the way he was stretching out her brand new fuck hole, and the way his cockhead kissed and beat against her grinding cervix was enough to make him only gasp and pant. Reaching up, he smacked and played with her teats, making her only moan out more and more from the pleasure. Alphabittle’s whorish sounds weren’t just bringing the stallion closer and closer to orgasm, but was even attracting the attention of the many mares that didn’t already follow them to her house.
Crowds and groups of unicorn mares, and newly made unicorn milk ponies were eagerly and hungrily watching. All of them wanted to have Sprout’s fat cock for themselves, but none dared to take away time from Alphabittle. There would be plenty of time for him to fuck and breed all of Bridlewood when this was over. He was a little tired, sure, but his stamina was bottomless, and was going to catch his next breath soon enough. Alphabittle rode harder, leaking and squirting out more milk from her teat as Sprout suckled and drank from it, which drove the milk pony to moan like the fat ass, tight pussy whore she had become. And at the back of the large crowd, with the biggest smile on her face, was Izzy.
She wasn’t just content, she was proud of what she had accomplished. Her people, the unicorns have now joined the rest of Equestria, and they were not only devoted, but eager to get a chance to be fucked in submission by Sprout and his heavenly, mighty cock. But as she was happy to see everypony so cheerful and excited, she felt more than a little envious. It was clear that it was going to be a while before she would even get any time with Sprout, let alone enough time to be fucked into a cum drunken stupor again. Normally, she would pout adorably about this, but decided it would be nice to share, at least enough to give everypony in Bridlewood a chance to be fucked by Sprout.
“Give them all you got.” Izzy playfully giggled, watching on as Sprout was hammering upwards with the same unrelenting force that he used to breed Zecora into Alphabittle’s clamping down, vice tight pussy. “Cause you are so fucking me full before we go back to Maretime Bay.” Licking her lips, she continued to watch, knowing all of Equestria had enjoyed the show she had provided them.
Far from Maretime Bay, her Castle, or even most places, Opaline made her way around the mountain of Zephyr Heights. Looking at the mountain, she scoffed for a moment as she circled it. This mighty formation of rock and stone, even with the modern city atop it, the ancient alicorn couldn’t help but chuckle as this was once the seat of Princess Celestia, Luna, and eventually Twilight’s power. She was almost in shock at how the pegasi built their city over the ruins of Canterlot, though she didn’t care if Queen Haven knew this fact or not. Regardless, since the arrival of Zecora, Opaline had been searching and searching. The magical disturbance she felt left her in a small state of worry. No doubt there was something about this, and yet when she looked, there was another one.
This one wasn’t as big as the one she felt before, but after Zecora’s arrival, Opaline didn’t want to leave anything to chance. If a living relic of the old world could come, then what could stop others? Was it portals, time traveling magic, or something else that the alicorn wasn’t considering? Either way, such magic should be impossible to everyone in Equestria now, even to her. So when she flew around the mountain, her horn let out a small blip of color, alerting her of the faint, magical disturbance. Smirking, she glided downwards, arriving at what appeared to be a cave entrance. Upon arrival, it was clear no one had been to this cave in centuries, as evident with all the overgrowth and plants.
“You cannot hide from me.” Opaline smirked, as if she planned to monologue to herself as she burned away the vegetation. “Hmm, this cave…something about it…” Venturing deeper inside, she kept her horn illuminated, and her eyes sharp.
Walking in for several long minutes within this cavernous darkness, she stopped at a sight she had not seen since the days of Princess Twilight Sparkle. It was a statue, a massive construct that held three figures. A scared and trembling pegasus filly, a cowering and weakened looking male centaur, and a defiant and snarling insectoid alicorn; a changeling. Bringing out more light from her horn, Opaline looked upon the statue. Time had not been the kindest to this structure. While the filly and changeling seemed to be still in one piece, the centaur’s body had cracked, and were broken in too many places.
“Lord Tierk…broken and forgotten. A fitting end for such a fool.” Opaline commented, scoffing in disregard to the centaur. “But you two, Cozy Glow, and of course, Queen Chrysalis.” Her eyes fell more upon the latter, especially as there were some cracks along her body. “It seems you two are still together. And perhaps you two might have a place in my Sprout’s world.” The cave erupted in her laughter, a hearty, almost sinister bellowing she had not done in so long, it was intoxicating.
Opaline couldn’t help but admire the way these two looked. Cozy was still a filly, but perhaps being imprisoned in stone would just delay her aging. But then again, if she was freed, there was the chance she would then just age to dust. No matter, the alicorn was more than confident that she could not only free this little prisoner, but procure the means to prevent her from getting too old, too fast. For a moment, she pondered if keeping her as a filly might be even better. Certainly both prisoners would be problems. Nothing she couldn’t handle, but the idea that this brat might try and sway or manipulate Sprout did fill her with a somewhat spiteful smirk.
“Maybe I’ll have her railed by what stallions remain in Equestria first. Teach her of her proper place, and then have Sprout breed that little whore.” Opaline pondered, laughing a little. “Maybe I’ll age her up a little, or give her something to make her flexible enough to handle him. I don’t even think I can talk Sprout into impaling his massive cock in some filly slut.” Shaking her head, she focused more on Chrysalis.
The changeling queen, or rather the former changeling queen, still had the mature, beautiful, and deceptively erotic look about her. No doubt this alicorn-like bug was more than experienced in the means of breeding, having bred her entire hive once before. Opaline was a little less hesitant about the idea about freeing her. Sure, Chrysalis’ changeling magic hadn’t been seen in Equestria for countless years, and her shapeshifting skills could prove a problem. But equally, they could serve as an immense benefit. A better alternative to her cloning experiments to make a duplicate Sprout to double team her was among the first erotic thoughts to pop in her head. Though she knew it would be difficult to convince the changeling to play along with her, let alone obey orders.
“Well, you’re both in good condition, and it would be a shame to leave you both to rot and break in some forgotten cave.” Opaline said aloud, as if these two couldn’t just hear her, but were being taunted by the fire alicorn. “Still, now that I know you’re both here and in fine enough shape, I suppose I can consider freeing you, and then afterwards, we’ll see how you will do for my beloved Sprout.” Her lips then curled into a sinister smile. “He is, after all, the stallion I plan to make the absolute ruler of Equestria.” Again, the cave filled with the almost villainous laughter she had gone so long without billowing out.
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Fluttershy wants her brother, Zephyr Breeze, to get a job, so he finds one when Rarity needs somepony to babysit Sweetie Belle. Will he be responsible or will he let his urges get the better of him?
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<p>Fluttershy wants her brother, Zephyr Breeze, to get a job, so he finds one when Rarity needs somepony to babysit Sweetie Belle. Will he be responsible or will he let his urges get the better of him?</p><p>The story was done on commission for Greenmare308.</p><hr/><p><span style="font-style:italic;color:#26A4AF">Please leave a comment and any feedback you have; it would really help and make my day!</span><br/><br/><span style="color:#BE4343">WARNING:</span> <span class="spoiler">This story contains elements of foalcon, sexual content, rape/foalrape, gaslighting, grooming, blood, and other mature topics. Please be advised if you do not like or wish to read any of these things.</span></p><p>Please do not read this story if you are averse to the topics listed above under "Warning".</p><p><i>All of the characters in this story are ponies and are well above 18 years old in human years; likewise, the topics and content in this story should never be repeated in real life.</i></p>
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Zephyr Breeze slouched on Fluttershy’s couch, cradling a large jug of cider like it was a newborn foal. The late afternoon sunlight slanted through the window, casting a golden glow over the room, but Zephyr barely noticed. He was too busy admiring the way the cider swirled in his jug, like a mini whirlpool of procrastination and laziness.
“Ah, sweet nectar of the trees,” he slurred, taking another swig and leaning back further into the cushions. “Who needs a job when you’ve got cider?”
Just as he was about to take another drink, the front door creaked open. Fluttershy stepped in, her normally gentle eyes flashing with irritation. She took in the scene – her brother, the empty cider jugs scattered around, and the distinct lack of any effort to find employment – and her wings bristled.
“Zephyr Breeze!!!” she shouted, startling him so much that he almost dropped his precious jug.
“Whoa, Sis!” Zephyr said, raising his hooves in a feeble attempt at defense. “No need to go full Iron Will on me!”
Fluttershy marched over, her expression one of barely contained fury. “What have you been doing all day, Zephyr?”
Zephyr blinked, as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. “Uh, chilling? Bonding with this fine cider here?”
“Bonding with cider?” Fluttershy’s voice rose an octave. “You’re supposed to be looking for a job! You promised me you would!”
“Yeah, yeah, I will. But, like, tomorrow,” Zephyr said, waving a hoof dismissively. “I need to... uh, strategize my approach.”
“Strategize?” Fluttershy echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief. “The only thing you’re strategizing is how to avoid responsibility!”
Zephyr’s eyes widened in mock offense. “Hey, now. Cider bonding is a very responsible activity. It’s... uh, teaching me patience. Yeah, patience!”
Fluttershy’s patience, however, was clearly running thin. She planted herself in front of him, blocking his view of the window. “Zephyr Breeze, you are going to get off that couch right now and find a job. No more excuses!”
Zephyr tried to look serious, but the cider had other plans. His head lolled to the side, and he gave Fluttershy a lopsided grin. “Fine, fine. I’ll get a job, I swear. Just let me finish this jug, okay?”
“No!” Fluttershy’s voice was uncharacteristically loud, and Zephyr nearly jumped out of his fur. “You’re going to go out right now!”
Zephyr scrambled to his hooves, still clutching the jug. “Alright, alright, sheesh. No need to get all Royal Guard on me.”
Fluttershy pointed to the door, her expression unyielding. “Go.”
With a dramatic sigh, Zephyr staggered towards the door. He took one last swig of cider, saluting Fluttershy with the nearly empty jug. “To my future employment, my captain! Wherever it may be!”
Fluttershy rolled her eyes. “Just go, Zephyr.”
He shuffled to the threshold, his hooves dragging. As he stepped out, he turned back, trying to muster one last bit of charm. “You’ll see, Sis. I’m gonna get the best job ever. Just you wait!”
But Fluttershy wasn’t having it. With a firm push, she sent Zephyr stumbling over the threshold. He landed face-first in the dirt outside, the jug rolling away from his grasp.
“Whoa!” Zephyr yelped, spitting out a mouthful of grass. “Okay, okay, I’m going!”
Fluttershy stood in the doorway, her hooves crossed. “Don’t come back until you have a job, Zephyr Breeze!”
Zephyr picked himself up, dusting off his fur and giving Fluttershy a sheepish grin. “You got it, Sis. No problem.”
As he walked away, muttering to himself about how unreasonable sisters could be, Fluttershy watched him go, shaking her head. “Why did I think this would be easy?”
Meanwhile, Zephyr was already contemplating his next move. “Maybe I’ll be a cider taster. That’s a job, right?”
Zephyr Breeze wandered the streets of Ponyville with a casual gait, still feeling the cider's warm buzz in his veins. The late afternoon sun made everything seem mellow and golden, and he couldn’t help but think that today might be his lucky day. Job hunting couldn’t be that hard, right? After all, how many ponies could resist his natural charm?
His first stop was the Ponyville Café. He sauntered in and leaned against the counter, giving the barista his best winning smile.
“Hey there,” he drawled. “I’m Zephyr Breeze, and I’m your new star employee.”
The barista, a serious-looking pony named Mocha Latte, raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what experience do you have?”
Zephyr scratched his chin. “Experience? Well, I’ve tasted a lot of coffee in my day. I can tell a good brew from a bad one. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
Mocha Latte’s other eyebrow joined the first. “Tasting coffee isn’t exactly the same as making it. Do you know how to use an espresso machine?”
“Uh, not exactly, but how hard can it be?” Zephyr said with a shrug.
“Come back when you’ve learned the basics,” Mocha Latte said with a sigh, waving Zephyr away.
Undeterred, Zephyr made his way to the Ponyville Day Spa. Surely, his good looks and suave demeanor would be perfect for such a place. He walked in and approached Aloe and Lotus, who were discussing something behind the counter.
“Ladies,” Zephyr said, flashing a grin. “How would you like to add a touch of Zephyr Breeze to your spa?”
Aloe looked at him skeptically. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”
“Well, you know, I’m great with my hooves. Massages, manes, all that good stuff.”
Lotus tilted her head. “Have you ever actually given a massage?”
Zephyr hesitated. “Well, no, but I’ve had plenty. I know what feels good!”
Aloe and Lotus exchanged glances before Aloe said, “We need experienced therapists. Come back when you’ve had some training.”
Zephyr gave a perfunctory nod and left the spa, feeling slightly less confident but still determined. He strolled past several more businesses, trying his luck at Sugarcube Corner, the Quills and Sofas store, and even the local blacksmith. Each attempt was met with polite but firm rejections. It seemed that Ponyville was more interested in experience and skills than his charming personality.
As he wandered aimlessly, he found himself in front of the flower shop, Daisy’s Delights. The fragrant aroma of blossoms wafted out, and Zephyr decided to give it one last shot. He entered the shop and saw Daisy arranging a bouquet.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Zephyr said, leaning on the counter. “Need an extra hoof around here?”
Daisy looked up, smiling politely. “Hello. Do you have any experience with flowers?”
“Experience? Well, I’ve given plenty to my admirers,” Zephyr said with a wink. “I know how to make a bouquet look good.”
Daisy chuckled softly. “It’s more than just arranging flowers. There’s a lot of care and knowledge involved.”
Before Zephyr could muster a reply, the shop door burst open, and Rarity rushed in, looking frazzled and panicked.
“Daisy! I need a dozen white roses and some baby’s breath, stat!” Rarity said, her eyes wide with urgency.
“Rarity, what’s going on?” Zephyr asked, momentarily forgetting about his job search.
“Oh, Zephyr! It’s a disaster!” Rarity exclaimed, barely noticing him as she darted around the shop, collecting materials. “I have a last-minute presentation for my newest dress in Canterlot tonight, and I’m completely unprepared! I need to gather all the materials and make it there in time, but I also need someone to watch Sweetie Belle, and I haven’t found a babysitter!”
Zephyr’s ears perked up. “You need a babysitter? I could do that. For a fee, of course.”
Rarity paused, looking at him with desperate hope. “You would? Oh, thank you, Zephyr! I’ll pay you whatever you want. I just need someone to watch Sweetie Belle for a few hours.”
Zephyr nodded, feeling a bit of relief. “Sure, no problem. Though, I should mention I don’t have much experience with foals.”
“At this point, I’ll take any help I can get,” Rarity said, thrusting a list of instructions into his hooves. “Just follow these notes I jotted down just in case I miraculously found somepony to watch Sweetie and keep her out of trouble. I’ll be back as soon as I can later tonight. In any case, just come over as soon as possible. I had to leave Sweetie Belle since I simply have to catch the next train out and I certainly don’t want her to be alone for any longer than she has to!”
Zephyr glanced at the list, noting the detailed instructions and schedule. “You got it, Rarity. I’m on it.”
Rarity gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Zephyr! You’re a lifesaver!” She hurried out of the shop, leaving Zephyr standing there with the list.
“Well, this should be interesting,” Zephyr muttered to himself as he made his way to Rarity’s house.
He arrived at the Carousel Boutique and knocked on the door. Sweetie Belle answered, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes.
“Hey there, Sweetie Belle,” Zephyr said, trying to sound as responsible as possible. “I’m Zephyr Breeze, your babysitter for the evening.”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Aren’t you Fluttershy’s brother? The one who’s always getting into trouble?”
Zephyr chuckled nervously. “Uh, yeah, that’s me. But tonight, I’m here to make sure you have a good time while your sister is away.”
Sweetie Belle shrugged and let him in. “Okay, as long as you don’t mess up my sister’s stuff. She’ll be really mad if anything happens to her dresses.”
“Got it, no messing with the dresses,” Zephyr said, looking around the boutique. “So, what do you usually do for fun?”
Sweetie Belle perked up. “We could play a game! Or sing some songs! Or maybe bake something?”
Zephyr considered his options. Baking sounded like a potential disaster, and his singing wasn’t exactly performance-ready. “How about a game? Something easy, you know?”
Sweetie Belle grinned. “Let’s play charades! I love charades!”
Zephyr inwardly groaned. His charade skills were as rusty as his job skills, but he couldn’t disappoint the filly. “Alright, charades it is. You go first.”
Sweetie Belle clapped her hooves excitedly and began acting out her first word. Zephyr watched, trying to make sense of her exaggerated gestures.
“Uh, you’re a... fish? No, a cat! Wait, a dancing fish?” Zephyr guessed, scratching his head.
Sweetie Belle giggled and shook her head. “No, silly! I was being a ballerina!”
Zephyr laughed. “Of course, a ballerina. I totally see it now.”
They continued playing, with Zephyr making wild guesses and Sweetie Belle laughing at his antics. Despite his initial reluctance, Zephyr found himself enjoying the game. Sweetie Belle’s infectious laughter and enthusiasm made the time fly by.
After a while, Sweetie Belle suggested they take a break and have some snacks. Zephyr agreed, glad for a chance to sit down and relax. They went to the kitchen, and Sweetie Belle showed him where the cookies and juice were kept.
As they munched on cookies, Sweetie Belle looked at Zephyr curiously. “So, why are you babysitting me? Don’t you have a job?”
Zephyr sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Well, that’s the thing, Sweetie Belle. I’m kind of between jobs right now. I’m looking, though. Just haven’t found the right fit yet.”
“Don’t you have to have had a job in the first place to be between jobs?” Sweetie asked coyly.
Zephyr peered back at her from the corner of her eye.
Sweetie Belle chuckled. “Just kidding! But to be honest, that sounds tough. But I’m sure you’ll find something soon. My sister always says there’s a perfect job for every pony.”
Zephyr smiled. “Thanks, kiddo. I appreciate the vote of confidence.”
They finished their snacks and returned to the living room, where Sweetie Belle suggested they draw pictures. Zephyr wasn’t much of an artist, but he gave it a try, sketching a wonky-looking tree that made Sweetie Belle giggle.
“That’s the funniest tree I’ve ever seen!” she said, showing him her own drawing of a beautifully detailed flower.
Zephyr chuckled. “Yeah, art isn’t really my thing. But hey, as long as it makes you laugh.”
After a few hours (which felt more like minutes to both Sweetie and Zephyr), the door burst open, and Rarity rushed in, looking even more frazzled than before.
“Sweetie Belle, Zephyr, I’m so sorry I’m late! The presentation was a success, but it took longer than expected,” Rarity said, panting slightly.
“No worries, Rarity,” Zephyr said, standing up. “We had a great time, didn’t we, Sweetie Belle?”
Sweetie Belle nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Zephyr is really fun! We played charades, and he drew the funniest tree ever!”
Rarity smiled, visibly relieved. “Thank you so much, Zephyr. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Zephyr waved a hoof dismissively. “No problem, Rarity. Happy to help.”
Rarity rummaged through her saddlebag and pulled out a small pouch of bits. “Here, for your trouble. You earned it.”
Zephyr took the pouch, feeling a surge of gratitude. “Thanks, Rarity. This really helps.”
Rarity nodded, her eyes still filled with relief. “Thank you, Zephyr. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Zephyr gave her a casual salute and made his way out of the boutique. As he walked through Ponyville, he jingled the pouch of bits in his hoof, feeling a swell of pride. Maybe he wasn’t so useless after all. He made his way back to Fluttershy’s cottage, feeling a rare sense of accomplishment.
When he arrived, he found Fluttershy in the kitchen, preparing a salad for dinner. She looked up as he entered, her expression shifting from surprise to curiosity when she saw the pouch of bits.
“Zephyr, is that…money?” she asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
Zephyr grinned, holding up the pouch triumphantly. “You bet it is! I just got paid for babysitting Sweetie Belle.”
Fluttershy’s eyebrows shot up. “Babysitting Sweetie Belle? How did that happen?”
Zephyr leaned against the counter, enjoying the moment. “Rarity was in a bind, needed someone to watch Sweetie Belle while she handled some last-minute fashion emergency. So, being the awesome pony that I am, I stepped up and saved the day.”
Fluttershy blinked, clearly impressed. “Well, I’m glad you helped Rarity, but you know this isn’t a real job, right? It’s just a gig.”
Zephyr waved a hoof dismissively. “A gig, a job, what’s the difference? I got paid, didn’t I?”
Fluttershy sighed. “Zephyr, I’m glad you earned some money, but you need something more stable. Babysitting occasionally isn’t going to cut it.”
Zephyr’s grin didn’t waver. “Oh, I can do it again. In fact, I’m gonna call Rarity right now and see if she needs more help.”
Before Fluttershy could respond, Zephyr grabbed her phone and quickly dialed Rarity’s number. After a few rings, she answered.
“Hello, Rarity here,” came her elegant voice.
“Hey, Rarity, it’s Zephyr Breeze. So, I was wondering if you needed any more help with Sweetie Belle? I’ve got some free time and could use the bits.”
Rarity sounded relieved. “Oh, Zephyr, you have perfect timing! I do need help. I have several crucial projects that need to be finished by the end of the week, and I can’t afford any distractions. If you could entertain Sweetie Belle during the day, that would be wonderful.”
Zephyr’s grin widened. “You got it, Rarity. I’ll be there tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you, Zephyr. You’re a lifesaver,” Rarity said, and they ended the call.
Zephyr turned to Fluttershy, a triumphant look on his face. “See? Told you I could do it. I’ve got a gig lined up for tomorrow.”
Fluttershy couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, though she still had her reservations. “Well, I’m glad you’re helping Rarity and earning some money. Just remember, you still need to look for a stable job.”
Zephyr nodded, but his mind was already focused on the next day. “Sure thing, Sis. But for now, I’m gonna enjoy being a successful babysitter.”
The next morning, Zephyr woke up early, feeling surprisingly energized despite his usual late-night cider habits. He made his way to Rarity’s boutique, arriving just as the clock struck nine. He knocked on the door, and Rarity answered, looking both grateful and relieved.
“Good morning, Zephyr. Thank you so much for coming,” Rarity said, ushering him inside.
“No problem, Rarity. I’m here to help,” Zephyr said, trying to sound as professional as possible.
Sweetie Belle bounded down the stairs, her eyes lighting up when she saw Zephyr. “Zephyr! Are we gonna have another fun day?”
Zephyr grinned. “You bet, Sweetie Belle. What do you want to do today?”
Rarity handed him a small bag packed with snacks and activities. “Just keep her entertained and out of trouble. I have a lot of work to do, and I can’t afford any interruptions.”
Zephyr nodded. “Got it. We’ll stay out of your mane.”
Rarity smiled, clearly relieved. “Thank you, Zephyr. You’re a lifesaver.”
With that, Zephyr and Sweetie Belle headed out into Ponyville. The sun was shining, and the town was bustling with activity. Zephyr decided to start with a trip to the park.
“So, Sweetie Belle, what’s your favorite thing to do at the park?” Zephyr asked as they walked.
Sweetie Belle thought for a moment. “I love the swings! And we can feed the ducks at the pond!”
“Swings and ducks, it is,” Zephyr said, leading the way to the park.
When they arrived, Sweetie Belle ran ahead to the swings, her excitement palpable. Zephyr followed, pushing her gently as she soared back and forth, her laughter ringing through the air.
“Higher, Zephyr! Higher!” Sweetie Belle called, her voice full of joy.
Zephyr obliged, pushing her higher and higher until she was giggling uncontrollably. After a while, they moved to the pond, where Zephyr pulled out some bread crumbs from the bag Rarity had packed.
“Alright, let’s feed these ducks,” Zephyr said, tossing a few crumbs into the water.
Sweetie Belle joined in, watching as the ducks eagerly snapped up the crumbs. “They’re so cute!”
Zephyr smiled. “Yeah, they are. You know, this babysitting gig isn’t so bad.”
Sweetie Belle looked up at him. “Do you honestly like babysitting me?”
Zephyr nodded. “Yeah, I do. You’re a lot of fun, Sweetie Belle.”
Sweetie Belle beamed. “Thanks, Zephyr! You’re fun too!”
After the ducks were fed, they played a few rounds of hide-and-seek, with Zephyr dramatically pretending not to see Sweetie Belle hiding behind obvious spots, making her giggle even more. They spent the rest of the morning exploring the park, playing games, and enjoying the sunshine.
By the time noon rolled around, they were both hungry. Zephyr pulled out the snacks from the bag and they found a nice shady spot under a tree to sit and eat.
“Thanks for the snacks, Zephyr,” Sweetie Belle said, munching on an apple.
“No problem, kiddo. Rarity really knows how to pack a good snack bag,” Zephyr said, taking a bite of a sandwich.
As they ate, Sweetie Belle looked thoughtful. “Zephyr, what kind of job do you want to have?”
Zephyr leaned back against the tree, thinking. “I’m not sure, honestly. I just want something that feels right, you know?”
Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yeah, I get that. My sister always says that the right job will come when you’re ready for it, but not always when you’re looking for it.”
Zephyr smiled. “Your sister is pretty smart.”
Sweetie Belle grinned. “Yeah, she is.”
After their lunch, they headed back to the boutique. Rarity was still hard at work, but she paused to check in on them.
“How are you two doing?” she asked, looking up from her sewing machine.
“We’re having a great time, Rarity,” Zephyr said. “Just taking a break after a fun morning at the park.”
Rarity smiled. “Thank you again, Zephyr. This means the world to me.”
Zephyr waved her off. “No problem at all, Rares. We’re having a blast.”
Rarity nodded and went back to her work, looking more relaxed now that she knew Sweetie Belle was in good hooves.
The rest of the day passed in a blur as Sweetie and Zephyr stayed home but had no less fun compared to when they were out in the park. By the time evening rolled around, Sweetie Belle was starting to look tired.
Zephyr looked at the clock. “Alright, kiddo, looks like it’s almost time for bed.”
Sweetie Belle pouted a little but nodded. “Okay. Thanks for playing with me, Zephyr. I had a lot of fun.”
“Me too, Sweetie Belle,” Zephyr said, ruffling her mane. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
They went through the bedtime routine, and soon Sweetie Belle was tucked in, her eyes drooping with exhaustion.
Rarity appeared at the door, looking grateful. “Thank you, Zephyr. You were wonderful with her.”
Zephyr smiled. “Anytime, Rarity. She’s a great kid.”
Rarity handed him another pouch of bits. “Here, for your hard work.”
Zephyr took the pouch, feeling that same surge of gratitude and pride. “Thanks, Rarity. This really helps. Same time tomorrow?” he asked tentatively.
“Sure, that would be great. Sweetie Belle seemed to truly enjoy it, and it would certainly help me out.”
“Sounds like a plan then!” Zephyr called out as he left the boutique.
As he made his way back to Fluttershy’s cottage, Zephyr couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Maybe he hadn’t found a stable job yet, but he was helping out, earning money, and proving to himself—and to Fluttershy—that he could be responsible.
When he got home, Fluttershy was waiting for him, a curious look on her face.
“So, how did it go?” she asked.
Zephyr grinned, holding up the pouch of bits. “It went great! I had a blast with Sweetie Belle, and Rarity paid me for it. I told you I could do it. But anyway, got to rest up for another profitable day tomorrow, Sis.” he said as he made his way over to his makeshift sleeping area on the couch to take a nap.
The next morning, Zephyr Breeze rolled out of bed with an unusual burst of energy. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, casting a soft golden light through the curtains of his room. He glanced at the clock and saw it was just before nine. With a quick brush of his mane and a hasty breakfast, he was out the door, eager to continue his babysitting gig.
As Zephyr approached the Carousel Boutique, he felt a rush of excitement. His previous day with Sweetie Belle had gone so well that he was looking forward to another day of fun. He knocked on the door, and it was Rarity who answered, her mane in an elegant twist.
“Good morning, Zephyr!” Rarity said cheerfully. “Thank you for coming again.”
“Morning, Rarity,” Zephyr replied, grinning. “I’m ready for another day of fun with Sweetie Belle.”
Rarity looked relieved. “Sweetie Belle’s already excited. She’s been waiting for you all morning. I just need to finish a few more things here. Thank you again for doing this.”
“No problem,” Zephyr said. “I’m happy to help.”
Rarity ushered him inside. “Sweetie Belle is upstairs in her room. She’s probably finishing her breakfast. I’ll be working downstairs, so if you need anything, just let me know.”
Zephyr made his way up to Sweetie Belle’s room. He knocked lightly on the door before opening it.
“Hey, Sweetie Belle!” Zephyr called out, peeking his head inside. “Ready for our adventure today?”
Sweetie Belle’s face lit up as she looked up from her breakfast. “Zephyr! Yes, I’m ready! What are we going to do?”
Zephyr grinned. “I thought we could take a walk along the nature trail today. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day.”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That sounds awesome! I loOve trails!” her voice cracking slightly as she voiced her excitement. “Can we look at all the trees and flowers?”
“Absolutely,” Zephyr said. “Let’s finish up your breakfast and get ready to head out.”
Sweetie Belle quickly finished her meal, and soon they were on their way. Zephyr led the way down the path that wound through Ponyville’s lush greenery, the fresh morning air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the chirping of birds.
“So, where do you want to start?” Zephyr asked, looking around at the vibrant landscape.
Sweetie Belle looked around with a sense of wonder. “Let’s start with that big oak tree over there! I’ve always wanted to know more about it.”
Zephyr chuckled. “The big oak tree it is. Lead the way!”
As they approached the oak, Sweetie Belle gazed up at its towering branches with awe. “Wow, it’s so big! How old do you think it is?”
Zephyr squinted at the tree, trying to look knowledgeable. “Hmm, I’d say it’s pretty old. Oaks can live for hundreds of years. This one might be a few hundred, at least.”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened. “Really? That’s amazing! Do you think it was here when Princess Celestia was just a filly?”
Zephyr nodded, playing along. “It’s possible! Trees like this have seen a lot of history. Who knows what stories it could tell if it could talk?”
Sweetie Belle’s imagination seemed to run wild. “Maybe it saw ancient ponies planting the first flowers in Ponyville! Or maybe it was there when the very first rainbow appeared!”
Zephyr laughed. “Now that’s an interesting thought. Let’s see what else we can see.”
They continued down the path, stopping every now and then to examine different plants and trees. Sweetie Belle had a lot of questions about everything they came across.
“What about that bush?” Sweetie Belle asked, pointing to a dense green shrub. “What’s it called?”
“That’s a holly bush,” Zephyr said, trying to sound knowledgeable. “It has these bright red berries around wintertime. Pretty festive.”
Sweetie Belle nodded thoughtfully. “And what about that flower over there?”
Zephyr glanced in the direction she was pointing. “That’s a daisy. They’re simple but pretty flowers. They symbolize…uh, purity and innocence.”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I love daisies! They always look so happy. Do you think flowers have feelings?”
Zephyr chuckled. “Well, I’m not sure about feelings, but they do make the world a more colorful place. Maybe they’re just happy when they get to spread their petals and look pretty.”
Sweetie Belle giggled. “That’s a nice way to think about it.”
As they walked along, they came across a small stream. Sweetie Belle’s eyes lit up as she skipped over to the water’s edge. “Look at all the little fishies! Do you know what kind they are?”
Zephyr crouched beside her and peered into the stream. “Hmm, those look like small minnows. They’re quite common in streams like this. They’re good at darting around and hiding from predators.”
Sweetie Belle watched the fish with fascination. “They’re so cute! Do you think they ever get bored swimming around all day?”
Zephyr pondered for a moment. “I like to think they have their own little adventures. Maybe they explore different parts of the stream and discover new places, kind of like we are now on this trail.”
Sweetie Belle giggled again. “That sounds fun. I wish I could swim with them!”
They spent a while by the stream, throwing small pebbles into the water and watching the ripples spread out. Zephyr found himself enjoying the simplicity of the moment, the peacefulness of the stream, and Sweetie Belle’s boundless enthusiasm.
As they continued their walk, Sweetie Belle asked more questions, and Zephyr did his best to answer. They talked about the different types of birds they saw, the patterns on tree bark, and even the different smells of the flowers.
“Zephyr, what’s your favorite flower?” Sweetie Belle asked as they approached a patch of colorful blossoms.
Zephyr scratched his head, thinking. “I’d have to say sunflowers. They’re bright and cheerful, and they always seem to turn their faces to the sun. They remind me to stay positive.”
Sweetie Belle smiled. “Sunflowers are pretty! I like them too. They always look like they’re smiling.”
They reached a clearing with a picnic area, and Zephyr decided it was a good spot to take a break. They sat down on a blanket and enjoyed the snacks from the bag Rarity had packed.
“This is great, Zephyr,” Sweetie Belle said, munching on an apple. “Thank you for taking me out here.”
Zephyr smiled. “No problem, Sweetie Belle. I’m glad we could have this day together. You’ve got a lot of great questions and curiosity. It’s really fun spending time with you.”
Sweetie Belle beamed. “Thanks! I’ve had a lot of fun too. It’s nice to have someone to explore with.”
As Zephyr and Sweetie Belle wrapped up their picnic, Zephyr noticed something intriguing in the snack bag Rarity had packed. Among the sandwiches and fruit was a small, colorful frisbee disc. An idea sparked in Zephyr’s mind, and he turned to Sweetie Belle with a grin.
“Oh, sweet! Hey, Sweetie Belle,” Zephyr said, holding up the frisbee. “How about we play a game of catch? It’s a perfect day for it!”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened with excitement. “Yes, I love frisbee! Let’s play!”
Zephyr handed the frisbee to Sweetie Belle, who took it with eager hooves. She gave it a few practice throws, then Zephyr took it back, preparing for a real throw.
“Alright, get ready!” Zephyr called, stepping back for a good launch. With a powerful flick of his hoof, he sent the frisbee soaring across the clearing.
Sweetie Belle dashed after it, her little hooves kicking up dust as she sprinted towards the frisbee. Her mane and tail streamed behind her as she reached out for the disc. The frisbee landed near the edge of the clearing, close to a dense thicket of briars.
Sweetie Belle lunged toward the frisbee, her excitement propelling her forward. She reached for the frisbee but, in her haste, ended up diving straight into the thicket of thorny bushes. The bushes rustled violently as she got tangled, her hind half sticking out of the thorns.
Zephyr’s eyes widened in alarm as he rushed over. “Sweetie Belle! Are you okay?”
From within the thicket, Sweetie Belle’s voice came out muffled but cheerful. “I’m okay! I’m just stuck in the bushes. Help!”
Zephyr knelt beside the thicket, assessing the situation. He could see Sweetie Belle’s back legs and rear end, the only part of her not caught in the tangled mess of thorns. He thought for a moment and then decided to try and help.
“Alright, Sweetie Belle, I’m going to try and pull you out,” Zephyr said, carefully positioning himself behind her. He placed his hooves on her flanks and tried to gently pull her back.
He pulled with all his might, but the thorns seemed to cling stubbornly to her fur. “Come on, Sweetie Belle, let’s get you out of there.”
Sweetie Belle squirmed a bit, trying to help, but the more she moved, the more tangled she seemed to get. Zephyr’s hooves slipped off her flanks as he struggled to get a good grip.
“This isn’t working,” Zephyr said, starting to feel a bit frustrated. “I’m going to try something else.”
He repositioned himself, now trying to get a better angle. Zephyr stood up on his hind legs and tried to reach over the bush. He grabbed Sweetie Belle by her back, carefully pulling her from above. He gave a few strong tugs, but the thorns were unforgiving.
“Hang in there, Sweetie Belle!” Zephyr said, his voice strained as he pulled with all his strength. “I’m trying my best!”
Despite his efforts, Sweetie Belle remained firmly wedged in the thicket. The thorns seemed to tighten around her, making it impossible for Zephyr to get a good grip. He tried pulling her with both hooves, twisting and turning, but the bushes were relentless.
“I don’t know what to do!” Zephyr said, panting slightly. “These thorns are really stuck!”
Sweetie Belle’s voice, though a bit muffled, was still cheerful. “It’s okay, Zephyr. I think I might have gotten myself in a bit of a pickle.”
Zephyr looked around, trying to think of another solution. He could see that the thorns were wrapped tightly around Sweetie Belle’s coat, making it difficult to get her out. He took a deep breath and tried one last pull, but it was no use.
As Zephyr Breeze stood beside the thicket where Sweetie Belle was stuck, he scratched his head, trying to think of a way to get her out. The thorns were wrapped around her with stubborn tenacity, and his previous attempts to pull her free had failed. He sighed deeply.
As the pegasus looked at Sweetie Belle, still half-buried in the thorns. The sight of her predicament gave him an unexpected idea. He noticed how her back half was slightly more visible, with the thorns primarily caught around her midsection. A sly grin spread across his face as he considered a new approach.
“Alright, Sweetie Belle,” Zephyr said, trying to sound confident. “I’ve got another idea. Let’s see if we can wiggle you out of there.”
Sweetie Belle’s ears perked up. “Wiggle? How is that going to help?”
Zephyr gestured to her trapped position. “Well, if you can try to wiggle your back half from side to side, you might be able to shimmy out of the bushes. The thorns might loosen up a bit if you move around.”
Sweetie Belle tilted her head, considering the suggestion. “Hmm, it sounds like it might work. Okay, I’ll give it a try.”
With a determined look, Sweetie Belle began to wriggle her back half, trying to move it from side to side as Zephyr had suggested. The bushes rustled and shook with each movement. Zephyr watched with intense focus, hoping that this method would prove successful.
“Keep going, Sweetie Belle,” Zephyr encouraged. “Just keep wiggling. You’re doing great!”
Sweetie Belle concentrated on her task, her little hooves pushing against the thorns. She wiggled her rear end with all her might, trying to dislodge herself from the tangle of briars. Her movements caused the bushes to shake and the thorns to scratch at her fur, but she persevered.
Zephyr couldn’t help but find the sight somewhat amusing, despite the seriousness of the situation. The way Sweetie Belle was wriggling and shaking her back half looked almost comical and kind of…well, sexy. He tried to keep his focus on the task at hand, but the image of Sweetie Belle’s antics was hard to ignore.
“You’re doing really well, Sweetie Belle,” Zephyr said, though he couldn’t hide a hint of a chuckle. “Just a little more wiggling, and you might be able to slip out!”
Sweetie Belle’s face was partly obscured by the bushes, but her voice was filled with determination. “I’m trying! These sharp things are really poking me, but I think I’m making some progress.”
“I bet I can think of another sharp thing that you could get poked with…” Zephyr muttered salaciously under his breath.
“What?” called Sweetie.
“Oh, nothing, just brainstorming.”
Zephyr continued to watch, his amusement and arousal barely contained. The sight of her trying to wriggle out was both impressive and funny. The thorns seemed to be giving way slightly, but not enough for Sweetie Belle to free herself completely.
“Looks like you’re loosening things up a bit,” Zephyr said. “Keep going! You’re almost there.”
Sweetie Belle kept up the wiggling, her movements creating a small clearing in the thicket. Despite her best efforts, however, the thorns were still clinging stubbornly. Her movements caused more thorns to scratch at her fur, and she winced occasionally but continued to push through.
Zephyr’s grin widened as he saw her making some headway. “That’s it, Sweetie Belle! You’re doing great! Just a bit more, and you’ll be out of there.”
Sweetie Belle’s wriggling became more intense as she tried to push against the thorns. The bushes shook violently, and for a moment, it seemed like she might finally be able to free herself. But as she gave one last determined wiggle, the thorns seemed to tighten around her, pulling her back into the thicket as she temporarily lost her footing.
Zephyr’s smile faded slightly as he watched Sweetie Belle’s frustration grow. “Oh no, it looks like the thorns are being stubborn. Hang in there, Sweetie Belle. We’ll find another way.”
Sweetie Belle sighed from within the bushes. “I’m sorry, Zephyr. It’s not working as well as I hoped. These thorns just don’t want to let go!” she cried out as she struggled against the thorny branches.
Zephyr approached her once again slowly, his eyes scanning her form as he did so. Her white coat was speckled with dirt and leaves, her mane tangled and matted from her struggles. He could sense the mounting panic in her voice, and he knew he had to act fast to help her.
“Don’t worry, Sweetie. I’ll get you out of there, one last try,” he said, his voice firm as he tried to carefully untangle her mane from the thorny branches.
As he worked, Sweetie moaned and whimpered, her body tense with fear and discomfort. Zephyr couldn’t help but notice how her body writhed and twisted as he worked, the curves of her body accentuated by the tight confines of the bush.
He felt a strange stirring in his loins, a heat that he couldn’t ignore. He tried to push it aside, focusing instead on freeing Sweetie from her predicament. But as he worked, the heat grew stronger, and he found himself growing harder.
Sweetie must have noticed, for she suddenly stilled, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. “Zephyr…what are you doing?”, she asked, her voice trembling.
Zephyr hesitated, his eyes meeting hers through the foliage. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
“I…I can’t help it, Sweetie. You’re just so beautiful…”, he said, his voice hoarse as he leaned in closer to her.
Sweetie Belle took in a surprised breath, her eyes wide, “No, Zephyr, what are you doing?”
Zephyr chuckled, “I know what you want, Sweetie Belle, and I'm willing to give it to you.”
Sweetie Belle blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink, “I-I don't know what you're talking about, stop!”
Zephyr raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you don't? Then why are you looking at my cock like that?” Zephyr asked slyly, trying to overwhelm and confuse his vulnerable prey.
Sweetie Belle looked away, her cheeks burning, “I-I wasn't….Stop this!”
Zephyr smirked, “Liar, I can see it in your eyes, you want it, don't you?”
Sweetie Belle looked up at Zephyr, her eyes pleading, “Please, Zephyr, I don’t know what you are talking about, don't do this!”
Zephyr chuckled, “Don't worry, Sweetie Belle, I'll be gentle.”
He stepped even closer to her. Sweetie Belle pleaded, her eyes wide, “Zephyr, please, don't.”
Zephyr ignored her pleas; his cock already unmistakably and unignorably hard.
He reached out, his hooves brushing against her coat, his touch sending involuntary shivers of fear down her spine, her breath hitching in her throat as she tried to struggle against her thorny prison.
Zephyr smirked, “See, Sweetie Belle, you want it, don't you?”
Sweetie Belle looked up at Zephyr, her eyes pleading, “Please, Zephyr, don't do this!”
“HELP! HELP!” Sweetie called out, hoping somepony in the vicinity might hear her.
Zephyr chuckled, “Don't worry, Sweetie Belle, just close your eyes and take it like a big girl. It’ll all be over soon.”
The aquamarine pegasus couldn’t help himself. He was consumed by a need he couldn’t ignore, a desire that burned deep within him. He moved lower, his mouth finding Sweetie’s pert crotchtit nipples adjacent to her soon-to-be marehood. They were still small and undeveloped; Zephyr was confident in his assumption that this would be the filly’s first foray into the world of grown stallions and he was eager to initiate her. He teased and sucked at the filly’s nethers, his hooves gently caressing her body as he did so.
Sweetie moaned and cried out with a strange conflation of fear and sensitivity, her body trembling from the new sensation. She was trapped, unable to move as Zephyr explored her body with his mouth and hooves.
With a wicked grin, Zephyr moved lower still along the back half of the filly’s body, his mouth finding the apex of her thighs.
Sweetie gasped as she felt his hot breath against her sex, her body trembling with a fearful anticipation. And then, without warning, Zephyr’s tongue was against her, licking and teasing her clit with expert precision.
Sweetie cried out, her body writhing and twisting as Zephyr lapped at her. She was trapped, unable to move as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of a state of unwelcomed arousal replete with a mortal fear of what would happen after all of this was over.
Zephyr laughed coyly as he felt her body shudder and tremble, his tongue still teasing and licking at her fillyhood as he assumed her jolts of fear were actually ones of pleasure. Without hesitation, he moved behind her, his hard cock pressing against her slick entrance. Sweetie gasped as she felt him there, her loins quaking
Zephyr didn’t wait, didn’t give her a chance to prepare. He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely; Sweetie cried out, feeling her cunt becoming distended from the pressure of Zephyr’s seed as the pegasus ejaculated mere seconds after entering the filly, the sheet taboo nature of the scene decimating his stamina.
Collecting his breath and climbing off of the much smaller filly, Zephyr returned to the task at hoof and tried to carry on an air of normalcy amidst the fear and anxiety swirling around the rape that had just occurred. “Good girl, good girl. Now let’s get you out. Just hang in there, Sweetie Belle,” he said, trying to sound confident.
Zephyr decided that brute force might be the only solution left. He took a deep breath, braced himself, and positioned himself behind Sweetie Belle once again. This time, he was determined to pull the filly out of the thorns with all his might.
“Alright, Sweetie Belle, I need you to hold still for a moment. This might hurt a little, but I’m going to get you out of there,” Zephyr said, his voice filled with resolve.
Sweetie Belle’s voice trembled as she replied, escalating into a strong crescendo, “Buck you, Zephyr, GET. AWAY. FROM. ME!!!”
“Testy, testy….” Zephyr placed his hooves on her flanks and, with all the strength he could muster, began to pull. The thorns resisted, digging deeper into her coat and causing her to wince in pain. Zephyr gritted his teeth and pulled even harder, his muscles straining with the effort.
“Just a little more, Sweetie Belle. You’re almost out,” Zephyr grunted, his voice strained.
Sweetie Belle whimpered in pain, but she stayed still, hoping Zephyr would free her. With one final, enormous effort, Zephyr gave a mighty yank, and the thorns began to give way. Sweetie Belle cried out as the thorns tore at her fur and skin, but Zephyr didn’t stop. He pulled with everything he had until, finally, Sweetie Belle was free.
She stumbled out of the thicket, her mane matted and tangled, her body covered in scratches and broken thorns. Her fur was marred with bloody lacerations, and she walked bowlegged, fresh cum still dripping from between her hindlegs after the whole ordeal. She looked utterly exhausted and traumatized, her eyes wide with a thousand-yard stare.
Zephyr, panting from the effort, quickly moved to her side. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright? I’m so sorry that had to be so rough.” He was a master manipulator and would do anything to make his victim think that he was a compassionate pony without verbally recognizing his own wrongdoing.
Sweetie Belle didn’t respond. She just stood there, shaking, shivering, and silent, too shocked and hurt to speak. Zephyr felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he looked at her.
“Come on, Sweetie Belle. Let’s get you home,” Zephyr said gently, trying to guide her back toward Ponyville.
They walked slowly, Sweetie Belle’s hooves dragging on the ground. She didn’t say a word the entire way back, her eyes vacant and staring into the distance. Zephyr tried to make small talk to lighten the mood, but Sweetie Belle remained silent.
“I had fun today, Sweetie Belle. Lots of fun…probably more fun than you understand,” Zephyr said, his voice strained as he tried to keep the mood light and gaslight the filly. “I hope you did too, despite the little mishap with the bushes.”
Sweetie Belle continued to stare ahead, not reacting to his words. Zephyr’s heart sank. He knew she was in a lot of pain and probably too shocked to respond. He tried to think of what to say to make her feel better, but nothing came to mind.
As they approached the Carousel Boutique, Zephyr’s anxiety grew. He knew Rarity would be furious when she saw the state Sweetie Belle was in. He felt a knot of fear in his stomach as they reached the front door.
“Alright, Sweetie Belle, I’ll just ring the doorbell and let Rarity know we’re back,” Zephyr said, trying to sound casual. “I’m sure she’ll take good care of you.”
He rang the doorbell and, without waiting for a response, turned and bolted. He ran as fast as he could, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t stop until he was well away from the boutique, breathing heavily and feeling a surge of anxiety.
When Zephyr finally reached Fluttershy’s cottage, he was out of breath and visibly anxious. Fluttershy, who had been tending to her animals in the garden, looked up in surprise.
“Zephyr, what’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked, her voice filled with concern. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Zephyr tried to catch his breath, not even trying to force a smile as the worry in his voice belied the calm air he was trying to pass off. “Nothing, nothing…nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine. Just a bit of a... situation earlier, but it’s all good now.”
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow, not convinced. “What kind of situation? You seem really upset.”
Zephyr waved a hoof dismissively. “Oh, just a little….mishap with Sweetie Belle. She got stuck in some bushes, but I got her out. Not a big deal…might have some problems later, but we’re chillin’ right now.”
Fluttershy’s eyes widened in concern. “Is Sweetie Belle alright? Was she hurt?”
Zephyr hesitated, then nodded. “She’s fine. A bit scratched up, maybe, but she’ll be okay. Rarity’s taking care of her now.”
Fluttershy looked at him skeptically. “Zephyr, are you sure everything’s alright? You look really shaken.”
Zephyr forced another smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a bit of an adventure, that’s all. No need to worry. Might not be invited to babysit again, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
Fluttershy sighed, not entirely convinced but deciding to let it go for now. “Alright, Zephyr. But if there’s anything you need to talk about, I’m here.”
Zephyr nodded, grateful for his sister’s concern. “Thanks, Fluttershy. I appreciate it. I’m just going to hit the hay.”
“It’s 3 pm…”
“Well, in any case, I’m just going to lie down for a bit.”
He headed to sort out his thoughts on the cottage’s couch, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.
“Yeeahhh,” Zephyr thought as he plopped down on the soft cushions. “I might not be getting any more offers to babysit, that’s for sure…”
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G 5-1-6
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563130
| 1 |
Fluttershy,Human,Second Person,Comedy,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Remote Thief
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(2nd Person) You cant find your remote....huh...
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complete
| 11 | 0 |
<p>(2nd Person) It has been a while since the Ponies contacted Earth and now both ponies and humans live together peacefully. One day you go downstairs to watch TV and after looking you cant find the remote. You didn't expect the day to change from a relaxing day to a chase in your house....</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-09T11:23:36+00:00
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2024-08-09T11:23:35+00:00
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You are scrolling through your phone on the bed. The reason you are not in the kitchen even though you are hungry is because your phone is low on battery. So right now you have it plugged into the wall and you have to wait for it to charge enough. You grow impatient of waiting and put the phone down and go downstairs and notice that someone, or somePONY Isn’t here.
You see, 6 years ago during summer the ponies made contact with our world. At first there was panic, racism, war, and other stuff around them. After the ponies convinced humans that they were peaceful then they started to be accepted.
After all this time ponies and humans live together, and are so used to it that there is no racism to them. The ponies do have contact with their world and they go back and forth all the time but humans are not allowed to go through the portals.
After all these years of getting used to these ponies you met one yellow one named Fluttershy, you became friends and around a year ago you two started dating and you got a house for eachother to live together.
Now because of the unusual silence in your house you assume that she went through the portal and went back to her world for a bit. You get some chips and sit on the couch and reach for the place the remote usually is…..wait…nothing.. You look for confirmation and yep, there is no remote there.
You get up and look around for the remote. Under the glass coffee table, next to the lamp desk, and next to the TV. Nothing.
“What the?” You say as your mind stumbles to figure out what is going on. Then something catches your mind, the noise of something opening a door. You go into the laundry room and see in the back something moving under the clean and warm clothes in the basket.
You reach for a tennis racket since your hobby is tennis and you keep it in the closet. You raise the racket and get closer with each step, getting slower each time. The thing stops moving as you get very close to it only around a couple of steps away, the clothes riggle around like the thing is trying to get out. You raise your racket high…..aaannnddd…..
You see Fluttershy looking at you with a pose like a dog waiting to attack, legs spread out widely and her staying still. You drop the racket before seeing that she had the TV remote in her mouth.
“Hey-!” You say as you walk up to her but she ran between your legs and ran out the laundry room door. Damn that was fast!
You then scramble your legs as you start chasing her around the house, by the time you got into the living room she had already gone upstairs. You quickly follow her up and around going to your bedroom. You corner her….for about 2 seconds but she somehow slips through and zooms out your bedroom and pulls your phone charger out of the socket.
You scramble after her as she then goes into the attic and back down, you're losing speed but can't stop now. She looks back at you and is shocked that you are still going, you are shocked too, but you guess it was the tennis running that made your legs like steel. You then enter her room and this time you have truly cornered her with no way of escaping with two drawers on both of her sides.
“Come on now! Gimmy it!” You say before she flew up and past you. Ah right, wings. You try to run after her but trip and fall off the bed, that fucking hurt. You then see that when you tripped you unplugged her air freshener and the cord is now lying across the ground.
You then get an idea as you get up and run after her and as she goes down the stairs you jump off from the side and land on the wooden floor, yea it stung but you didn’t care! You saw where she was going and took the second entrance to the garage and took the vacuum wire and put it across the door. Just like you expected she ran in and tripped over, you quickly grab her and pull the remote out of her mouth. You set it aside and looked at her as she tried to get out of your hold.
“What was that for!? Why did you have me running around the house and why did you steal the remote?” She stopped squirming and was breathing heavily from the run, and you were too. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your check and nuzzled your neck and looked at you with a smirk.
“Yesterday YOU owed me a nice night out. Last night was nothing at all! It was just a normal night! So I just had to remind you and you like the TV soooo…yea!” You rolled your eyes and began tickling her and she started to squirm again.
“Really? You did all this because of no night out? Well I will promise to make this entire day a day out and YOU will stop taking the remote! Deal?” You say before kissing her for a quick moment.
“Hahaha! A-Alright Alright! Just stop, stop, stop! Hahahaha!” She said still wriggling in your tickle, you let go and roll your eyes again.
“I swear you have to be the craziest ponies I could have chosen!”
“But you wouldn’t have picked anyone else.” Fluttershy said as she went back to cuddling you.
“Of course….” You then let her down and she gave you that look, those eyes man, they screamed joy and love and you would do anything to make her happy.
“Come on! Let's start this ‘Day Out’!” You say as you both walk out the door with each other by each other’s side…..
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FrancisTheBoatGuy
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563133
| 1 |
Lightning Dust,Original Character,Other,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence
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Ponies, It's your turn to Die
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20 ponies suddenly wake up in a unfamiliar location where they find they are tied up. The ponies are then forced into a Death Game by an unknown creature.
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incomplete
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<p>Battle Tactic wakes up in an unknown room with nineteen other occupants. She is the first to wake up and slowly has to put her situation together while the others stir. <br/>A Voice announces that the ponies will be participating in a few games but there is a catch. In every game... one of them will <span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">die</span>.</p><p><span class="spoiler">This story was written for a writing challenge and therefore almost the entire cast is OCs. This gave me some trouble in the main characters section. :3 </span></p>
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teen
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2024-08-09T12:09:49+00:00
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2024-08-12T08:32:18+00:00
| 108 |
Battle Tactic wakes up with a start, her battle senses kicking in immediately. She struggles to get to her hooves but realizes she is bound to a heavy-looking metal chair. She pushes herself into calm, letting the torrent of panic die down a little before opening her eyes. She was in a dimly lit room with a bunch of ponies she didn’t recognize sitting around her. They were situated in a cylindrical room with large stone bricks on the walls. The musty smell in her muzzle suggested they were underground. The ponies were all unconscious and tied to chairs with uncomfortable-looking blue jumpsuits on, all adorned with numbers. Quickly, she realized that she was also wearing a jumpsuit. Sixteen. Everyone had a chair that seemed as if they were custom-made for the individual. Tactic shifted in discomfort and unease at the feel of the cool stone beneath her flank. Her chair was designed specifically to restrain her, even accommodating her missing foreleg. She tried to recall the memory of when she had lost it, but she just couldn’t get a grasp on it. Her mind was escaping her on unimportant things, snapping back to her current situation as she saw the figures in the room with her beginning to stir.
Battle Tactic’s heart began to explode out of her chest as realization hit. She noticed that if any of them were to get out of their bindings, it would be as easy as dragging a horn over her throat to kill her. She tried to break the bonds holding her with pagasus magic but found that she could not get the miracle to happen. She tried harder with more grit, but still her wings wouldn't obey. Just as she was about to try again, she heard a low male voice.
“Don’t bother, Sixteen. The chairs have magic dampeners on them.”
Battle Tactic looked up to see a grey-furred stallion with braided hair going down one side of his head. There was a look of overwhelming tiredness in his eyes.
“And who do you think you are?” she growled at the figure, her tone demanding respect.
“I don’t plan on telling my name to an impulsive foal,” he replied with an unwavering expression. “Just call me Ten… or don’t talk to me at all.”
Sure enough, the number ten was emblazoned on the blue jumpsuit that he wore. She was about to give the rude fucker a piece of her mind before a shrill scream pierced the air. Tactic saw a prissy-looking mare with and orange coat and a big red bowtie in her mane. She supposed that the warrior types had woken first, but now the weaker ones were waking up. She felt a flash of pride at the notion that she had been the first to open her eyes, but it was quickly squashed by the voice in her head telling her that this was no time for games. A symphony of exclamations, screams, and panicked grunts followed as everypony snapped out of the daze they had been in moments before. Her eyes glided to those she noticed had stayed silent.
The first pony her eyes fell on was number eleven. He was a sleek, black-furred stallion with a ponytail extending out the back of his head and wings that looked as if they had never gone a day without preening. Her eyes continued on until they fell on number fourteen, a beast even for earth ponies with a grey coat and humongous muscles. Finally, there was number eighteen, a coatless mare with a large blindfold-like bandana on her forehead being pushed by a horn. Curiously, both number five, an orange-coated earth pony stallion with a striking resemblance to the mare who had screamed first, and number nineteen, a black-furred pony with a long mane, were giggling. They looked like a pair of foals that didn’t seem to understand the situation they found themselves in.
With a jolt, Battle Tactic realized that she still didn’t know what was going on. Her fighter instincts had set her into a ready mindset, waiting for something to attack her, but nothing had. As far as she knew, this could be some elaborate prank set up by the two giggling forms. She quickly dismissed that idea—why would they tie themselves up? As if in answer to her thoughts, a loud voice boomed from nowhere.
“HELLO PLAYERS, IT SEEMS YOU HAVE ALL COME TO ENJOY MY LITTLE GAME!”
“What is this?” the voice of the hair bow mare exploded. “I know my rights and the princesses won’t let this stand!”
“OHOHO, BUT THE PRINCESSES WON’T DO ANYTHING!” the voice replied with a sneer. “AS FAR AS THEY ARE CONCERNED, YOU’RE DEAD, THE STAR MESMERISING MELODY, ENDED BY AN ASSASSIN!”
Battle Tactic subconsciously noted the name. She decided that she didn’t want anything about herself to be revealed and by extension didn’t want to talk to the voice. How could this… voice… capture so many ponies and play them off as dead without raising suspicions? It doesn’t seem possible; something must be up, but she couldn’t put her hoof on what.
“So, what,” a voice came out calm and collected but also surprisingly loud, “you’re just going to keep us tied to chairs for the rest of time?”
“A FAIR QUESTION, STRIKING STEELE. YOU HAVE BROUGHT ME TO THE POINT OF TODAY’S… GATHERING!” the voice roared. Striking Steele looked as if he was disconcerted with the revelation of his name with his large beige wings trying to flare in retaliation behind him, and Battle Tactic realized that there really was no point in hiding. It changed nothing. Her teeth clenched together tighter as she realized that the voice probably intended for them to hide their names to gather distrust. “AS I SAID, YOU ARE ALL COMPETING IN MY LITTLE GAME, AND IT WOULDN’T BE A VERY FUN GAME IF THERE WAS NO WAY TO WIN.”
“I don’t want to play this game of yours, and quite frankly, I don’t think anypony here wants to either,” the voice of the giant man exploded with even more emphasis on the word game.
“WELL THEN, BRUTE FORCE, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WIN.” The words sounded sinister to Tactic’s ears as she kept noting things about every pony in the room. Small things like the way the ponies around her fidgeted or how scared they all looked. Everypony in the room was on varying levels of calm and panic. “THE LAST ONE PLAYING WINS, SIMPLE AS PIE!”
“What’s the catch?” Battle Tactic felt mildly alarmed to hear her own voice ring out. She knew the question had to be asked; if they didn’t know what they were up against, they couldn’t succeed. No way in hell was this a game—you don’t fake the deaths of twenty ponies for a game. At that moment, Battle Tactic picks up a foul odor that she cannot put her finger on. The light from a grate in the ceiling dance around the room with a mind of its own. The foul scent was emanating from a viscous dripping sound behind her, and she scrunched her muzzle as the smell filled her snout.
“THAT’S THE FUN OF IT, BATTLE TACTIC. IT’S SO SIMPLE. YOU CAN’T STOP PLAYING THE GAME UNLESS YOU DIE.” Screams of anger and fear reignited the air, the most prominent coming from Mesmerizing Melody. Tactic’s blood had turned to ice; she had been expecting something like this, but she still wasn’t prepared for it to actually happen. It hit her in a flash what the smell was, the metallic tinge of blood and gore.
“OF COURSE, I DON’T EXPECT YOU TO GET UP AND KILL EACH OTHER, THAT’D BE RIDICULOUS,” the voice laughed. “I CREATED THIS DUNGEON JUST FOR YOU PONIES. IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO LET ALL THE TRAPS AND PUZZLES GO TO WASTE!”
“SPEAKING OF PUZZLES, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THE FIRST OF MY CREATIONS!”
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TheClownPrinceofCrime
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563136
| 1 |
Hitch Trailblazer,Mane 5,Original Character,Other,Sunny Starscout,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Dark,Mystery,Sad,My Little Pony: A New Generation
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Truth or Magic?
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Sunny faces a whole new dilemma; she encounters a dangerous challenge that may or may not shatter her entire world apart.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>After one year of living a peaceful, magical life, Sunny Starscout rejoices as Equestria is once again back on its feet (or hooves). But the evil mastermind Axor is still relentless in his conquest of the multiverse. With the help of the villainous Toffee, Axor plans to unleash a world of pain and suffering upon the Mane Five—the painful “truth” of the Magic of Friendship. </p><hr/><p><b>NOTE:</b> This happens after the events of “MLP: A New Generation”, after the events of the series finale of “Star vs The Forces of Evil”, and is an alternate sequence of events that occurred in MLP: Make Your Mark: Chapter 2 Episode 2 “Growing Pains”.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-09T16:35:49+00:00
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2024-08-09T16:35:49+00:00
| 99 |
“START!”
Hitch Trailblazer and Sunny Starscout launched their respective fireworks into the sky alongside two other ponies who launched theirs.
They anxiously awaited whose firework was gonna blow first. After the first ten seconds, the purple firework was extinguished within a puff of smoke—much to the disappointment of one of the players.
Five seconds later, the green firework went out prematurely as well; the other contestant hung his head in defeat. All that were left were two fireworks that have yet to explode.
Hitch and Sunny bit their lips as they anticipated who was going to be the lucky winner. Just before their fireworks could reach to the clouds, Sunny’s was taken out before it could reach its potential.
Thus, Hitch’s firework exploded in a blaze of glory. All the sparks formed into his happy face, motivating him to victoriously jump.
“Yes! Yes! Looks like luck is on my side!” Hitch boasted. Sparky the baby dragon happily clapped his hands.
“Ugh! How come I never win this game?! This is the tenth time I lose!” Sunny exclaimed.
“Sorry, Sunny. Guess today’s my lucky day, am I right? Haha!” Hitch chuckled.
“How about we play games that are actually skill-based? Then we’ll see how ‘lucky’ you are,” Sunny smirked.
“Oh, you’re on! Let’s start with…uh…Fruit Puncher,” Hitch suggested.
“Oh, that’s a good one! Let’s go!”
As both earth ponies were ready to begin, the announcer placed the timer on top of a ladder and set it for 45 seconds. After he blew the whistle, two other ponies threw three different types of fruit in the air.
“Remember, punching apples gives you points, and punching tomatoes will make you lose points!” said the announcer.
As time went, Hitch and Sunny quickly punched as many apples as possible while cautiously avoiding the tomatoes.
Forty-five seconds later, all the points from each side were calculated. Seeing that Sunny won just by one point, the announcer declared her as the winner of the game.
“Ah-ha! See? Told ya you wouldn’t be so lucky,” Sunny gloated.
“Alright, ya got me. Guess my luck charm ran out.”
“Well, you did pretty good though. Good game,” Sunny complimented, shaking Hitch’s hoof.
Later that day, the earth ponies left the amusement park and returned back home in Maretime Bay. Both of them were eating some Cotten candy while they were trotting together.
Then Hitch noticed some other ponies were trying to practice their earth pony magic. One of the mares grew some grass on the concrete while another made some flowers bloom.
Then a stallion tried to shoot some beams from his hoof which ended up growing three large trees on the ground. The trees then sprouted oranges on their branches, letting one of them fall. The stallion picked up the orange, happy with the literal fruit of his labor.
“It seems like everypony is actually getting the hang of it. They all look so…happy more than ever,” Hitch observed.
“Yeah, I know. It feels like yesterday everypony was living in fear and hatred. Now we have the magic of friendship again! Nopony will have to be afraid of each other anymore!” Sunny rejoiced.
“You’re right. Hey, Sunny, may I ask you something?”
“Of course,” Sunny nodded.
“Now, I’m not saying this to scare you or anything, but…have you ever wondered what would happen if, let’s say, um…our magic would go rogue?” Hitch asked.
“Go rogue?”
“You know, because we haven’t used our magic for so long. What if it becomes unstable and dangerous?”
“I don’t see how it could be a threat,” Sunny replied. “So far, everything seems to be working just fine.”
“Yeah, for now. One day, we may never find out what will go wrong until it will backfire on us badly. Huh, hopefully not too literally,” he chuckled.
“Don’t worry, Hitch. The more we keep ourselves united in friendship, the stronger our magic will be. Nothing can go wrong,” Sunny assured.
“Hmm, you’re right. Sorry if I got worried too much. I just want Equestria to be safe from any potential problems. That’s all,” Hitch sighed.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Sunny replied, smiling.
Then Hitch suddenly bumped against a random earth pony mare walking by.
“Oh, sorry, sorry! Didn’t see you there!”
“No, no, it’s alright, miss. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I was just wondering where my coltfriend went,” she said. Then she narrowed her eyes on Hitch. “Wait a minute, are you the sheriff of this town? You’re Hitch, right?”
“That’s me,” he proudly confirmed. “I…take it you’re not from here?”
“No, I’m from…(clears throat)…a far place. My name is Banana Bonanza. Nice to meet you, Sheriff,” she introduced herself.
“Likewise! This is my friend Sunny.”
“Hi, Banana! Welcome to Maretime Bay!”
“Thanks, Sunny. We’ve come to—,”
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you, ‘Anna! Why can’t you just sit down and wait patiently for once?” her coltfriend yelled out, running over to them. Then he noticed Hitch standing by.
“AYY, Hitch ol’ buddy!” the stallion greeted, hugging him tightly.
“Nice to see you too…Crimson…!” Hitch replied, trying to breathe.
“It’s been a long time, man! We should visit each other more often!” Crimson said, letting him go.
“Uh, you literally visited Maretime Bay last week,” Hitch corrected.
“I know, but each week feels like a whole new experience!” Then he noticed Sunny right next to Hitch. “Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am, where are my manners? I’m a close associate of his: Crimson Wool, by name. And you must be Sunny Starscout.”
“Yep, that’s me,” she nervously replied, shaking his hoof. “Wait, you know my name?”
“We’ve…heard that you brought the magic back to Equestria. We’re both so…(*ahem*)…grateful that you restored our homeland back to normal,” he explained.
“Yes, we thank you, Sunny,” said Banana, constantly shifting her eye contact between Sunny and Crimson.
None of the visitors noticed Zipp flying above them and spying on them with her binoculars.
“It wasn’t just me that helped bring the magic back; it was all of us,” corrected Sunny. “We brought the magic back together. That’s what Twilight Sparkle would’ve wanted.”
The moment Sunny drifted her eyes off to the side, Crimson strangely twitched his right eye once he heard the name drop. Banana firmly held her hoof on his shoulder, silently telling him to remain calm.
“Of course. Anyway, we’re here to take a tour around the place. And to see an old friend…again. Nothing more,” Crimson affirmed.
Suddenly, his head vibrated from a strange humming sound only he could hear. His heart started to beat faster the moment he recognized what that meant.
“Great! I was thinking we should go to—,”
“Actually, Hitch, on second thought…there’s something we have to attend to,” Crimson interrupted, motioning his marefriend to follow him.
“Really? But you just got here.”
“I know, but my…uh…boss won’t be happy if I’m late, y’know? Sorry for this late-minute change,” Crimson nervously smiled, trotting off.
“Oh, okay! I hope we see you again soon?”
“Of course! We’ll keep in touch, Sunny!” Banana confirmed, waving goodbye.
Hitch stood there confused as to why they left so abruptly. “Huh. He didn’t mention he had to work today. I thought this was his day off?”
“What does he do?” Sunny asked.
“Oh, he’s a tentmaker. Believe me when I say that he makes some of the absolute best tents in all of Equestria!” Hitch happily bragged. “The one I have feels like I’m in a motel and a restaurant at the same time.”
“Wait, I remember Izzy saying something similar! Only hers is like a bouncing house type of tent. He actually makes those tents?”
“Yes! He’s a genius! You should go to him and try out one of his tents. Trust me, it will make you think twice about going out camping,” Hitch winked.
Sunny grinned. “Well, I hope we can meet them again soon. He and Banana seem to be really nice ponies.”
“If they can spare the time,” said Hitch. “I’ve never seen them in such a hurry before.”
At that moment, Zipp landed before them and lifted the spy glasses off her eyes.
“Zipp?”
“I don’t know, guys. Something about them seems off. I’ve been keeping an eye on them for a while, and something tells me they’re—,”
She suddenly appears right behind Hitch and Sunny, bringing their faces closer to hers while the background turned dark. “—up to no good.”
“What the—? You can’t just spy on ponies! And Crimson would never keep a secret from me,” defended Hitch.
“This isn’t the face of somepony who is honest,” retorted Zipp, holding a picture of Crimson looking suspicious.
“Okay, first of all, that doesn’t mean anything because he hasn’t done anything that warrants suspicion. Second, you’re getting so worked up over nothing. He’s a good friend, and he’s always been upfront about everything.”
Zipp scoffs at him. “If you haven’t noticed, your ‘friend’ has been going in and out of Maretime Bay at least once a week with zero explanation. Even worse, the way he speaks to you guys seems like he’s insincere. I hate to break it to you, but he’s not what he appears to be.”
“Hey, I don’t eavesdrop on your conversations with Pipp or tell you how to make friends! Stop worrying about—,”
Once Sunny noticed the Unity Crystals were flickering in the Lighthouse, she broke up the fight between them.
“Guys, STOP! Let’s not argue over this, okay? Zipp, I get that you’re a detective and all, but that doesn’t mean you should stand between Crimson and Hitch’s friendship. For all we know, Crimson may be having a stressful time and is trying to make some time to hang out.”
Zipp took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Hitch. I’m just trying my best to make sure we don’t encounter any potential villain who may try to steal our magic…since we just got it all back, y’know.”
“Hey, I totally get that. Even I myself have my own doubts about our newfound abilities. Just as I told Sunny, our magic may or may not lead to a…possibly dangerous scenario!” Hitch said, his voice echoing. “But hey, I’m just a little worried. No biggie!”
“Hmm, you might be up to something there. Wish to be my partner, Sheriff? I could use some extra eyes to make sure nothing is out of the ordinary,” Zipp proposed, putting her spy glasses back on.
“Haha, now you’re speaking my language!” Hitch chuckled.
As both Hitch and Zipp left together, Sunny wore an impressed look on her face. “That went better than I expected.”
Unbeknownst to Sunny, a pair of giant blue eyes glared daggers at her from the sky above. The fiery eyes then vanished into thin air before an evil cackle was uttered.
Later that same day, Crimson and Banana returned to their home. As the latter checked to make sure her bananas were all ripe and ready, the former sat on his couch while his heart was still beating fast.
“Why…? Why at this hour?!” he cried. Then he rushed to the washroom and washed his face for approximately five minutes. Afterwards, his heart then began to slow down and went back to its normal rhythm.
Breathing in and out three times, he dried his face and went back to the living room. “My master will speak with me shortly. Go to our bedroom and stay there until we’re finished.”
“Crimson, wait!” she pleaded, holding his face with her hooves. “Why are you doing this? Is this really worth it?”
Crimson sighed. “We’ve talked about this a dozen times already, ‘Anna. I had to make this deal with him so that Equestria won’t have to suffer from another alicorn tyranny again.”
“Why would you trust that guy?! How do you even know he’s telling the truth?”
“You should realize by now that Twilight Sparkle was evil! She used magic to bend everypony to her will! Do you understand why this Sunny Starscout is a possible threat? With her as a new alicorn, our lives are at risk!”
“You don’t know that!” Banana argued. “I’ve read all the books regarding Twilight—saying that she was the Princess of Friendship. She helped—,”
“Lies! ALL LIES! They wrote that horse spit to trick ponies like you into thinking that way,” interrupted Crimson. “But don’t worry, that will all change. My master will solve all our problems.”
“But—!”
Suddenly, a hologram appeared in the midst of the room. The dark figure with the red diamond-shaped hole on his chest looked down at Crimson with an evil smile. His presence alone caused the entire house to be filled with darkness.
“Go!” Crimson muttered, pushing Banana into the bedroom before closing it.
“Ahh, Crimson Wool. I see you were eager to see me again,” he grinned.
“I’m at your service…Lord Axor,” he greeted, bowing.
“Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? As you’re already aware, I lost all the magic from my grasp thanks to those ponies and their…disgusting friendship,” Axor spoke, uttering the adjective with condescension. “But it’s all part of my plan. Equestria will only learn her lesson after she receives a smiting from the rod more than once.”
“Of course. But how will you accomplish this? You promised that you wouldn’t harm any of my fellow ponies,” Crimson reminded.
“Oh, don’t you worry a thing, my little pony. I won’t have to do anything…yet. See, I’m planning to send someone with incredible talent to your hometown. He will be assisting you shortly,” Axor informed.
“Really? Who will it be?”
“A distinguishable lizard who has a similar distaste for magic as you do. I can assure you, my friend, you’re gonna love that guy.”
“I see, master. But what about Sunny and her friends? What if this ally of yours isn’t strong enough to defeat them?” Crimson asked.
“We don’t need to defeat them. All we have to do is break them,” Axor replied, evilly chuckling.
Crimson looked at him confused.
“Honestly, your concerns are amusing but pointless. I have everything you need to make your life easier. Have faith in me, Crimson. I will make sure your precious world won’t be tormented by a follower of Twilight Sparkle,” Axor promised.
The earth pony then breathed a sigh of relief. Banana, however, cast a skeptical look at Axor while she hid behind the bedroom door.
“Thank you, my lord. Will I have a role to play in your plan?”
“You will, my dear boy. You will,” Axor smiled. The hologram then disappeared, bringing light back inside the house.
Banana then rushed out of the bedroom and hugged Crimson. “Please…don’t do this. I love you, Crimmy,” she said, crying on his neck.
“I’m sorry, ‘Anna. But it has to be done…for all of Equestria.”
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Nightprincessluna
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563139
| 1 |
Princess Celestia,Comedy,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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Celestia The Baked Goods Whorse
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Celestia makes sweet love to a sweeter cake, then fucks and punishes herself with a candy cane.
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complete
| 16 | 4 |
<p>Princess Celestia really loves cake, and today she has ordered a special three tiered cake just to prove to herself how much of a baked goods whorse she is and really let her mane down. After eating and defiling the cake, she uses the candy cane support beams to punish herself. <br/>Contains: Food porn (Literally and figuritively), food play, BDSM with a candy cane, and a very horny sun horse</p><p>Coffee link if you want to support me: <a href="https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse" rel="nofollow">https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse</a><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 is by Rinikka</p>
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mature
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2024-08-09T17:08:13+00:00
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2024-08-12T07:41:03+00:00
| 246 |
Cake was normally delicious, and this cake was especially delicious because it consisted of three different tiers. It was a sponge cake, two layers of sponge with white frosting jammed between them, with the sponge being wrapped in white marzipan, and each of the tiers being topped with a thick layer of cream.
The final tier of the cake had a small figurine set atop it as a final decoration. This too was edible, and a depiction of Princess Celestia, the Pony Goddess Of The Sun. Normally eating a depiction of the goddess might be considered sacrilegious, but the pony that had ordered this cake just so happened to be the very same goddess that was depicted atop it.
She was tall, with white fur like the finest marzipan, and a multicolored mane that flowed in a seemingly ever present ethereal wind. A large, pointed horn with a spiral groove worked through it sprouted from her head, and a large pair of graceful white wings sprouted from her side.
Celestia was an eternal, graceful ruler. She loved ruling over her kingdom, but sometimes it became tiring. After hundreds of years dealing with all the little things that went into ruling a kingdom, you would find yourself getting bored as well.
Thankfully, Celestia negated this by making sure she set time aside for herself. She, and the cake were in the grand ballroom where many high class ponies had strutted their stuff and tried to worm their way into her good books.
Was she holding another party? Another chance for upper class snobs to mingle? No, today, this cake was all for her. Her tail swished gently behind her as she slowly walked her way around it, examining the three tiers and the white and yellow striped candy cane pillars that were being used to hold the tiers up.
It had been bought to her on a silver platter, and made by one of the finest bakers in all the land. It was going to be the best thing she had ever eaten, and she made sure that she wasn’t going to be disturbed. She had reserved the entire ballroom to herself and there were guards stationed at the doors.
Celestia had the cake to herself and that made her excited. Her tail flicked seductively behind her as she went around the cake and examined every one of its curves and details. It stood at the same height as her, twice the height of a regular pony and having layers so large she could practically bury herself inside of them.
Or bury them inside of her.
“Mmm. You look absolutely delicious.” Celestia cooed in a seductive tone.
The cake didn’t respond, it just stood there, stoic and unmoving, and that served to fire up Celestia’s lust even more.
At this point some of you might be wondering just what the fuck it is that is currently unfolding, but the alicorn was thousands of years old. There were no immortal stallions that she could settle down with, and when you get lonely and horny over thousands of years, weird things happen.
Celestia didn’t see it as weird. Her mare muff was absolutely soaking at the sight of the baked good before her, and why shouldn’t it be? It had been crafted by the finest bakers in all the land, they had spent their entire lives training, just to bring baked treats like this before her.
She could feel her warm juices dribbling down the inside of her legs, begging her to reach one of her gold horseshoe clad hooves back and try to bury it inside of herself, but fate was cruel and she didn’t have quite enough flexibility for that.
“Mmm… Look how wet you’ve got me already? Do you have any idea how old I am? I predate the mill that made the flour you’re formed from… You’re a naughty cake, aren’t you? Getting an old mare like me all fired up.”
Once again, the cake didn’t respond, but she pressed her ear towards it and twitched it about as if hunting for a response, her wonderful purple eyes dilating slightly as she gave a regal chuckle.
“What’s that? You want me to eat a slice of you?” She gasped, “You’re so naughty, wanting to give your body to me like that…” She leaned forward, slipping her tongue from her maw and using it to lick a blob of whipped cream from the top layer of the cake.
An explosion of sugary delights danced across her tongue, vanilla flavoring, sweetness, but not too sweet to be sickly. Her tongue left an imprint in the top layer of the cake.
She’d violated it, she’d defiled it, she’d made it dirty, and that made the inside of her thighs even dirtier too as her cunt winked needfully, crying out for her to devour the cake. Her white wings shuddered softly at her side.
Celestia was a refined mare however, she wasn’t an animal. She did things right, and this was no exception. The alicorn stepped away from the cake, her long horn igniting with yellow magic as she used her telekinesis to slip off one of her front horse shoes.
As she did so, she fixed the cake with a seductive glare that would send most stallions into cardiac arrest. She tossed the shoe aside where it clanked against the smooth hardwood floor.
Celestia was practically going feral imagining all the things that she was going to do with this cake, but from the outside nobody would ever be able to tell, her face was stoic and unmoving, besides the seductive smile etched into it, showing off her perfect pearly white teeth.
Next was one of her back shoes. One by one she peeled them off her hooves and tossed the well crafted artifacts away like they were worthless. She also wore a gold peytral with a purple gemstone set into it, and this was the next item that she slowly began to seductive slip off, before returning to staring down the cake.
She also normally wore a tiara, but that had been left in her room for today. She was literally and figuratively letting her mane down. And now here she was, stood completely nude before the cake. Of course, ponies were almost always naked, but that wasn’t the case for Celestia, she was never caught without her regalia, even if she was sleeping.
Her tail flicked about softly behind her as she seductively sauntered close to the cake once again, letting it feel her hot breath against its marzipan shell.
“I’m your naughty little sugar slut, aren’t I? Just one smell and I’m gushing all over the floor like a whorse…” She leaned in, pressing her muzzle against the side of the cake as she drew a deep breath through her nose, letting the sugary scent wash over brain and body. Her cunt was winking like crazy, begging her to act on those burning instincts.
Celestia drew back. She drew in a breath of clean air, gathered her bearings for the last time and uttered one final sentence “Mmm, I want you to put a bun in my oven.”
And then she let her inhibitions go. She was on the cake in an instant, a ravonous monster that wrapped her plump lips around its marzipan shell, mashing her tongue against it and letting the taste dance along her tongue and tantalize her senses, before she closed her mouth around it, biting off a large chunk of sugary goodness.
The sponge felt like it was melting against her tongue, and she even got a small bit of frosting that was used to fill between the two layers of the top cake. She’d sank her teeth in and gone right down to the core, exposing the cake with her burning passion and blazing lust.
She was no longer keeping herself contained. The alicorn mashed her face right into the core of the top cake, shoving it from the support pillars where it fell to the floor with a wet splat. It made her feel vile, destroying a perfectly innocent cake like that. It had been so innocent, and then she had come along and snuffed it out in its prime.
It was almost enough to bring her to tears as she stared at the slightly smushed sponge and the frosting layer that had spilled out from within it. The tears were soon forgotten when she descended upon it however, her perfect pearly teeth biting through sponge and marzipan with equal ease as she rubbed her face into it.
Alicorns were immortal, she could eat as much sugar as she wanted and never be bothered. Right now she was feeling like a monster, mushing the cake into her muzzle and greedily gulping down as much as she could, getting it in her nostrils so that the sugary scent drowned everything out.
As this happened, she once again ignited her horn, ripping one of the support pillars from the second layer of the cake. They were rounded, white candy canes with yellow stripes, although they were pretty thick, designed to take the weight of the cake above. Celestia pressed it against her clit, feeling an electric sensation run down her spine at just how naughty and arousing this all was.
“Yes! Yes, make me into your baked-goods bitch!” She called, before shoving the candy cane into her cunt, something she knew was a bad idea due to the sugar content, but she didn’t care, the only thing she cared for was sating the immense lust that was blazing through her body.
The candy cane didn’t even need lubrication as she slid it into her snatch, her tail flagging high up into the air, although she still had to use magic to make sure her tail didn’t get tangled as she began to thrust the candy cane back and forth, her inner walls greedily gripping around it as if it was the length of some sugary stallion.
As this happened she pressed her face forward to the cake on the floor and began to greedily swallow chunks of it down, the sweet sugary taste making her mind tingle. It was so good, and she began to press her face firmly down into it as she drove the lubricated candy cane firmly into her hole.
“Mmnnnf.. I’m… I’m the baked good whorse. Put your cupcakes in my oven. Knock me up, fill me with your frosting.” She mumbled to herself as she dragged her tongue over the thick blobs of cake that decorated the floor, before rubbing her face in it, coating her face in frosting, sponge and marzipan as she gave into her sickly sweet sins.
The cake was good, and after she was done with the first layer, having mushed it into an unrecognizable heap, she was on her back, thrusting the candy cane into herself firmly using her magic as she stared up at the two remaining layers of cake, which were currently towering high above her from her position on her back.
That slick candy cane kept gliding against her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine and song-bird like moans ringing forth from her regal cake splattered lips. She wanted this cake to ruin her, she wanted it to gape her cunt and use her like some common back-alley whore.
“Fucking destroy me!” She demanded of the cake, which stood there as stoic as ever, at least until her magic grabbed the second layer. Celestia was really driving the candy-cane into herself, losing her mind to the spiking blood sugar and the weight of her own sins. For an alicorn, she really was filthy…
What would her sister think? What would Twilight Sparkle think if she knew? All the ponies in her kingdom, how would they react? Thinking on such subjects should have made her feel bad, but it only served to turn her on even more.
If they knew, they’d look down on her. They’d call her cake-fucker, they’d call her a sugar slut, they’d make jokes about her fucking cakes. It turned her on almost as much as the candy-cane making its way in and out of her snatch. Telekinetic magic covered the entire length of the make-shift toy and it added a lovely tingle to the experience that sent her brain into overdrive.
She was getting close. How long had it been since she had last gotten off? She could barely remember, but as she drew close to her climax she looked at the cake above her with nothing but lust burning behind her eyes.
“Take me… Take me! Use me like an icing tube and then throw me into the trash!” That line didn’t make much sense, it was something stupid yelled in the heat of passion, but as she spoke it, she pulled the second layer of cake down onto herself.
It happened almost in slow motion, sliding and then tearing away from its supports, sailing through the air with the remaining supports for the already desecrated layer above it still attached, and it impacted firmly right against her chest, where it partly broke apart, two of the candy cane-support beams smacking firmly against her face, which was just the push she needed to send herself over the edge.
Her front hooves impacted firmly against the cake to smash it into her chest, and as the cake exploded, she finally went over the edge. The noise that she made couldn’t be described as a songbird cry or an elegant noise befitting of a Princess, it was a primal scream, an expression of pure lust as she drove the candy-cane into herself and let loose all over it.
Her walls desperately clenched and squeezed around it, working to milk all the cum from it even though it had none to give. Her mind was a blank, dazed mess as the pleasure broke apart her thoughts and scattered them to the winds.
She was lost for a good few seconds, eyes partly rolled back, desperately pushing her hips back into the candy cane as her hooves and body shook wildly, and by the time she recovered, it felt as though a lot of her strength had been spent.
Of course, with the amount of sugar currently in her bloodstream that wasn’t possible, and as let her hips rest and sprawled herself out across the ball-room floor, she reached a hoof up and began to greedily shove hoofuls of cake remains into her mouth. She was such a dirty, dirty cake eating whore, and the moment she got her magical focus back she firmly smacked one of the thick candy cane supports that had been holding up the second layer of cake into the side of her flank, hard enough to send a resounding crack through the ballroom and leave a red mark on her rear.
“N-Nnnmmf… Please, Please. I’ve been naughty, punish me! Put me in my place!” She pleaded to the final layer of cake as she pulled up all three of the supports for holding the second layer of cake with her magic. One of them was teased against her lips, the other teased against her snatch, which was quite the sensation because they were almost the same thickness as her hoof, and the final one readied another swing for her flank.
It would normally be impossible for a normal pony to practice BDSM with their own magic, but then most normal ponies wouldn’t be practicing BDSM fantasies featuring cakes. Celestia wasn’t a normal pony thankfully, and her magical focus was very tough to break.
“P-Please. Please be gen-” CRACK “AUGH!” The candy cane came firmly down against her flank once again, sending pain spiking through her body as she began to lose herself in sugary bliss. And then as soon as the pain faded, there was a unique kind of stinging pleasure left behind. Tears formed at the edges of her vision as she shoved the candy cane into her throat and began to use it, gagging her own cries for mercy.
She was quite surprised that the candy cane had lasted with how hard she was using it, but then she had hired the best in the land. As she gagged on one of the candy canes, the other teased against her snatch for a final time, before roughly shoving inside, drawing another cry from her that was cut off by another firm smack from the candy cane, making tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
This was what she needed. This was what she wanted. She drove the candy support into her royal cunt as she abused her throat, moving the make-shift paddle over to the other side of her flank, planning to coat the sun cutie-mark there in red marks as well, marking herself as the slut for baked goods that she knew she was.
The candy cane came down again, another crack, another cry, her cunt clenching around it out of instinct, an instinct that in this moment was being used to get her off even harder. She was still so sensitive from her first orgasm, and now she was building towards a second one with the help from her masochistic tendencies towards cakes.
To her, the slight stinging pain was almost as sweet as the cake had been, and even if she was crying, she was loving every single second of it. Stretching her cunt out with the thick candy cane support, punishing her flank and abusing her throat while the remaining layer of cake watched, still so blank and unmoving despite her actions.
She was so sensitive, it felt so wrong to still be going, but she needed this. She needed her second orgasm.
Her heart was thudding loudly in her ears as she fucked herself stupid, forced to suck in air through her nose as her throat was currently lodged with sweet peppermint goodness. She loved the taste of peppermint, she loved the taste of sugar.
Right now it was becoming hard for her to think, it was becoming hard for her to do most things as she spread her legs and gently ran the spanking candy cane up the middle of her body, starting at her thighs and gracefully tracing it up her body, letting herself feel the fear of knowing that there were more spankings coming.
The cake didn’t have any mercy for bad baked-goods whorses like herself. It wasn’t going to hold back, it was going to send her screaming over the edge into another orgasm and cover her in red marks and welts, and she was helpless to stop it.
Once again the candy cane came down on her flank, once again she cried out, and once again it bought her inching closer to her next climax. Tears dripped onto the floor around her head and she sniffled softly through the candy cane in her throat, feeling the buttery sensation that the pain left behind washing over her as she desperately hunted for her final climax.
It was just out of reach, and each time she got close to it, it seemed to move even further away from her, leaving her so helpless, dancing right on the edge, obtaining her climax seeming like attempting to catch smoke with her bare hooves in this moment.
She slid the candy cane from out of her abused throat, a thick string of saliva joining it to her lips, letting everyone know just what she had been using it for. The cake that had been so brutally using her watched on in disgust, but she fixed her pleading purple eyes onto it.
“Please. Please let me cum! Please let your little sugar-plum fairy cum!”
The cake didn’t respond, it didn’t need to respond, the candy cane did the talking for it as it swung down against her flank, the one in her greedy snatch pushing forward one final time.
SMACK.
Celestia went right over the edge, crying out in pleasure once again as her orgasm began to rip through her, cunt convulsing, hooves desperately digging at the air as she rocked through another climax, this one even harder then the first had been. By the time it had finished, she was completely spent, sprawled out and breathing heavily against the floor as she tried to get her bearings, then instantly tried to drown them as she began consuming the final and largest layer of cake in a post orgasm show of gluttony.
When the guards finally came into the ballroom to check on her three hours later, she was sprawled out in a twitching heap on the floor, pupils doing their best attempts at filling the entirety of her iris. A mixture of cake and saliva was foaming out of the side of her mouth, and every inch of her was covered in some form of frosting or marzipan.
The bronze furred guard stepped over to the side of her and looked at the frosting that was drooling out of her vagina, before a long sigh rolled from his lips as he looked towards his white furred colleague.
“I’ll go get the womb-decaking tool… You stay here and make sure that she doesn’t start reenacting the Sugar-Plum Fairy in the courtyard again.” Said the white guard.
The bronze guard sighed and stared down at Celestia, who was staring through him with a large grin on her face.
“I’m the prettiest sugar-plum fairy, watch me fly!” She said, starting to flap her wings as the guard prepared to restrain her.
It was going to be another long shift.
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Original Character,Trixie,Alternate Universe,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex
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Train to Chikan
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A haunted subway train leads to the thrill of a lifetime for Trixie and her friends!
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<p>The 'Cyberverse', a version of Equestria where technology overtook magic once the Elements of Harmony went dormant. However, the arcane has returned, and with it supernatural phenomena, which includes a haunted subway car. Rumor has it ghosts of train molesters appear whenever midnight closes in, and so Trixie invites another version of herself from a parallel universe, her daughter, and a succubus for some fun until dawn breaks...</p><p>Note: All characters are 18 or older.</p>
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A version of Equestria, where technology had overtaken magic for a time, was now known as the 'Cyberverse', a den of sin where crime often proved rampant, and the divide between the rich and poor continued to spiral out of control, despite the new mayor's attempts to rebalance the scales. However, with the downsides also came opportunity, mystery, and adventure...all which a visitor craved.
Known as Beatrix Belladonna, the 'Wandering Witch', she'd helped save the capitol, which led to the reawakening of the Elements of Harmony, which returned the all but dead magic to the world. A prismatic blast's radius swept the entire planet, science and magic mixed and fusec, which in turn caused some of the citizens to mutate, thankfully unharmed but transformed from human appearances to more anthropomorphic ones in small numbers. Estimates claimed less than one perfect of the masses were affected in such a way, yet those numbers continued to slowly but steadily increase over time.
She and her mother, Trixie Lulamoon, arrived from a portal of bluish-white energy that swirled, and stepped out on heeled boots that came to their upper thighs, both of them arriving here as human women, dressed in the same fingerless gloves that came to their upper arms, thong-leotards, capes, and pointy witch hats, their physiques equally voluptuous and extra bouncy, due to the alchemic enhancements which they applied to themselves. Beatrix's violet eyes surveyed the dank, apparently abandoned train yard with violet eyes, and swept back a waterfall of a platinum mane.
“This is the place,” said Trixie. “At least, that's what my counterpart here said!”
“Creepy place,” whispered Beatrix, eyes squinted to make out the dimly-lit train tracks.
“Don't be a baby, my little hellspawn.” With a wicked snicker, Trixie lifted up Bea's cape, which left most of the witch's bare butt exposed, and delivered a sharp spank to send her forward.
“Ouch! Okay, okay!” Bea scrunched her face and rubbed the red mark on her buttcheek, which rippled a tad from the contact. Before the supple flesh wobbled back into place. “Good to know there aren't any paradoxes involved when counterparts from different universes meet, or else, well...”
“Yes, yes, didn't your old teacher say it should be perfectly safe? Hmm, and the 'other me' said she'd wait for us to arrive here. You did arrive on time, didn't you? And what should I call myself and the other Trixie? It will be confusing to refer to us both by name, and I'm not sure a single universe can handle two women that are so Great and Powerful!” Trixie waved her cape with a flourish.
“Uh, I dunno. Trixie Prime? Trixie Alpha? Let's just settle for mom, that should do for now! Watch this!” When Beatrix called on her magic here, not only did her fists glow, but a ghostly unicorn horn manifested and shimmered with her aura. She directed this at her mom's cape in the middle of the dramatic pose Trixie struck, lifted the attire, and planted her own, firm spank on her pert ass.
“Ack!” Trixie hopped and blushed with a frown. “Touche, my little hellspawn.” Their heels clicked with an echo when they headed further into the dimness, past the occasional muddy puddle of water, their supple silhouettes cast by the thin, pale moonlight that streamed down on them. “Supposedly, this place is haunted, or at least that's how my counterpart chose to embellish this hovel!”
“It may not be that exaggerated,” noted Beatrix with a shiver, used to strange phenomena on her various adventures across the multiverse. Very little surprised her anymore. Phantoms almost seemed mundane after the eldritch abominations and twisted cultists she'd often dealt with!
She followed her mother's lead, beside the tracks, which fed into a tunnel that never seemed to end. A chill swept over her, but Beatrix clutched her arms close and shook it off with pursed lips.
It was unusual for her to make a number of short trips to the same planet, but this one she felt a particular kinship to, both because she'd had a 'date' with her old teacher as Trixie called her here, when they saved the 'Cyberverse', and Beatrix's actions had birthed a new person into this world. Whenever she saw the advertisements for the band called B.A.B.E., it reminded her of Eclipsed Heart, the likeness of the popstar princess, a reminder of a friend she treated like a niece, one Cerise Silhouette.
Maybe she should've taken Cerise with her...but doubtful she'd want to be involved in how spicy this adventure would surely become! But she had convinced one ally to be left behind here...
“Beatrix,” came the voice of the ally in question, a deep, powerful, yet feminine voice, equal parts imperious and seductive. “Nice to see you're punctual, as usual, sister.” Beatrix had adoped the 'woman' in question, who started to step from the shadows. “Good to see you too, Trixie.”
The crimson-skinned, statuesque succubus towered even over the tall pair of women. Silky black hair trailed after her, fell past leathery bat wings clutched to her back, her eyes golden and her figners and toes closer to claw-like. She clad her toned yet shapely physique in a black leather bondage bikini. Known as Bellatrix Primadonna, a perversion of Beatrix's name by Sombra, she'd chosen to keep the name after her adopted sister freed her from his mind control. A hand rested on a wide, bare hip.
“Sister!” Beatrix chirped when she cheerfully threw her arms around the she-devil.
A muted titter escaped Bellatrix's lips, which twisted into a thin smile. “The 'other' Trixie went on ahead and claimed it was necessary to catch this 'Ghost Train'. I haven't seen or heard from her since, so hopefully she's okay.” She lazily swished her spaded tail, lost in contemplation.
“Trixie will be fine,” announced Trixie in reference to her double. “We're beyond invincible! Huh, but why'd you decide to stay here, Bella? Don't you usually sit my hellspawn's adventures out?”
“True,” admitted Bellatrix, who crossed her arms under her heavy breasts. “But to survive, a succubus depends on a certain...male supplement, and the other Trxie promised me a steady supply.”
Beatrix's heart raced with excitement while she smiled. “Yep! Probably best I decided to leave Cerise behind, after all, even if she wanted to meet her 'twin' Eclipsed Heart! Since Cerise is a married mare and all! Huh, but when she promised you some men, do you think she meant-?” The blare of a train cut her off, and she clenched her lower half and nearly peed herself at what sailed into view.
An ethereal subway train, illuminated in the dreary tunnel, gradually chugged its way into view with a roar of partially rusted metal. It pulled across the supposedly abandoned tracks, an out-of-date design since more modern subway cars were built to hover and could reach much higher speeds. They kept their distance on the platform when it sailed in, then screeched to a stop in a shower of sparks.
The doors opened, all at the same time. The 'other' Trixie stepped off, dressed in a similar matter to her alternative self. “All aboard! On your one-way tripe to the ride of your lives! Trust me!”
Beatrix inquired, “Are you absolutely sure this is safe?”
“It's unlike you to have cold feet my little hellspawn,” said her mother, who marched ahead.
“True,” added Bellatrix. “And you only live once. Well, perhaps not, since you and I have both been resurrected in the past, sister, but you understand the sentiment. Should this trip turn sour, I shall deal with it.” Her fist briefly summoned a chunk of brimstone ablaze with hellfire, before she extinguished it and strode aboard the subway with an uppity sway of her ample hips, buttocks, and tail.
With an ambivalent slump of her shoulders, Beatrix arrived onboard last. The doors hissed closed, and the subway started to speed off. Other than the four of them, the trains appeared unoccupied, with mostly clean seats which they sat on, aside from Bellatrix, who stood and kept watch.
For several moments, they waited in silence while the 'Ghost Train' traveled the tracks, down a series of tunnels. Any illumination slowly started to dim over time, until they all but bathed in darkness.
Pitch black settled in. The train rattled in rhythm to break the silence.
“Almost time~,” murmured the 'other' Trixie.
Beatrix asked, “Time? For what?” Yet she received no answer.
“I don't see anything so far,” stated Bellatrix, her demonic eyes able to pierce the darkness, since she'd once lived in them. “But should it be a supernatural phenomenon, it may be beyond my senses. Wait a minute...” She saw it first, when the white noise set in, and fuzzy static materialized into shapes.
“Ghosts!” Trixie balked in panic and her unicorn horn started to manifest.
The 'other' Trixe cried, “Wait! They won't harm you, I promise! Just watch and wait!” Gradually, the spectral passengers became clearer, translucent but apparently all men, some of them human, others anthropomorphic in nature, mostly sallions but with other half-animal races mixed in.
Beatrix's eyes turned to saucers. “How? Didn't they pass away before the Elements of Harmony returned...?” Supposedly, the subway was abandoned after a terrible disaster ended in wrecks.
“Ghosts have been known to alter themselves in extraordinary circumstances,” reminded Bella.
Beatrix said, “Huh. But why all men?”
“Because the women all chose to pass on I suppose,” the 'other' Trixie presumed with a mischievous smirk. “Well, I take it so did any of the boytoys that aren't interested in women! Speaking of which...” With a snicker, she unclasped her cape, tossed it aside, and backed her heart-shaped ass up.
Fleshy cheeks made contact with a pair of palms that outstretched to meet them. On contact, the stallion started to squeeze and knead her buns, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh which he pinched and pulled on, along with the thong portion of her leotard which he yanked aside, her puckered asshole and vulva exposed to his cool touch, her pussy already moist and puffy with her lust.
Nor were the other men idle. They shambled like zombies, rose from their seats and moved to intercept the fresh, fertile females delivered to them like the most delicious of delicacies, and some even openly salivated when they started to lay hands on them, where they seized and fondled the foursome.
Beatrix and her mother practically melted into their firm molestation, heard the tear of fabric when they started to rend their costumes and toss the scraps aside, their tits and asses freed with cartoonish bounces due to their alchemic enhancements, their bare snatches left exposed and defenseless. Their hostess, too, was relieved of her clothes, while a number of hands explored all over her soft body.
Bellatrix mused, “This is what you had in mind? Ghosts of train molesters?” Nonetheless, she allowed them to paw at her, while they strained to break the buckles that kept her leather costume fashioned to her shapeliness. Bemused, she undid the straps and pondered, “Since they're composed of ectoplasm, will their seed even have any effect on me? Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out.”
She, too, freed her breasts, buttocks, and vulva from the confines that imprisoned them, letting her toned yet shapely assets wobble free before they were seized upon by men and stallion alike. She moaned with the rest of the foursome, all of them touched, licked, and tenderly bitten by the perverts.
Groped, suckled on, and spanked, the four women found themselves at their mercy, reassured by their hostess that no woman that had ever ridden this train left harmed. But she also knew the secret to halt this molestation, should any of them find themselves overwhelmed by the horny haunts.
Mouths wrapped around titties. Slurped and suckled on them, traced and yanked on wide pink areola.
“A-ah~!” Beatrix, with her unnatural libido, was the first to come, and squirted a trail of her lust that puddle on the floor, left to quiver while her tits were nibbled, distended, and sucked on thirstily. She doubled-over from the pleasure, which one stallion took as an opportunity to mount her.
His touch was cool, but not icy, and she felt his flared cock rubbed across her lower holes when he reared up and clumsily brushed across her perineum in an attempt to penetrate her. Frustrated, Bea lit her phantom horn and used her aura to seize his horsecock, which she directed towards her wet pussy.
He sank into her silken depths, teased the pink, squishy, moist folds of her innermost walls, his firm hands still cupped around her pendulous breasts when he started to mercilessly fuck her.
Inspired by the display, the other phantoms made their own plays. Bea's mother found herself lifted up by a pair of men, who pinned her between them and made her a sandwich, with her as the meat when their horsecocks sank into her undefended holes, a thirsty moan forced from her full lips.
Their hostess found herself seized by the ankles and pushed to the ground in a mating press, screams of lust driven from her belly when a griffin man impaled her on his barbed length, the train car shaken from the force of his furious thrusts that rocked her body each time he speared her deep.
Bellatrix wrapped her tail around the arm of a stallion that attempted to pin her down, aware that with her strength she could easily snap his arm in two, ghost of not. “I rarely play the bottom in these scenarios,” she warned the grabby men and anthro haunts. “And none of you are worthy of that honor. But since I need your seed to live, and I doubt you mindless zombies will even remember this...”
She withdrew her iron hold on his arm, allowed them to encircle her, push her down, the succubus ready to be taken. One of the men toppled, and she topped him, felt his thick cock lined up with her pussy before she moved her hips to sink it in. She hissed in relief, felt more palms spread her wide buttcheeks open, another dick lined up with her asshole before it was driven deep inside her.
The she-demon reached out her hands, grasped another pair of cocks presented to her, while she sucked off another, all while the train molestors started to mandhandle and fuck her. Gentle didn't seem to be in their vocabulary, but fortunately she could easily take it, her body built to take on other powerful demons despite her soft and supple appearance. She moaned around the shaft in her mouth when her black mane was seized and she was forcefully driven to throat the haunt that brutally facefucked her.
Clammy, sticky ectoplasm precum oozed down her slick palms when she stroked off the men at her sides, while the ones below and behind her slammed into her sultry holes, which made her asscheeks audibly clap and bounce each time they drove themselves into her with a maniacal need for release.
Her allies fared much the same. The Trixie who'd mothered Beatrix bent over and her titties slapped into a window with audible smacks each time she was drilled by a haunt, her breasts momentarily squished into the surface each time, titflesh and wide pink nipples pressed flat with each thrust.
The women were traded between the molestors. Used and abused, blissful screams driven from them, as more squirty messes splashed and pooled across the subway floor. They were twisted into various positions, taken by a number of them at once, none of their fuckholes spared by the assault.
Beatrix and her mom eventually found their titties squished, when they were brutishly railed by the attackers, and their eyes closed while their lips met in a deep kiss. Tongues danced and circled while they explored their partner's mouth, all of them helpless but to take cock-after-cock. On occasion, all of them but Bellatrix would lose consciousness, overwhelmed by the pleasure forced upon them.
“D-don't stop~,” demanded the hostess Trixie, as one man ate her out. She'd done this a number of times before, thankful she'd followed the rumors posted across the dark side of the network. Another haunt pushed her buttcheeks open, and set to ravenously devour her puckered pink asshole.
She came into the maw of the one in front of her, squeezed her thick thighs around his skull while she also splashed all over his face, her back arched and her breasts pointed skyward, which were also seized by the mouths of two phantoms that suckled on pulled on her milky titties and perky nipples.
Glazed and ablaze faces of Beatrix and her twin 'mothers' shared a particularly meaty stallion cock, as the three of them, on their knees, kissed all over its vein-lined length, rubbed the throbbing slick tool all over their lovely features, audily slurped out thick precum from the flare's urethra, messily made out around it and squashed it between their bunched up udders while they serviced and worshiped him.
Their thighs were spread, all three of them fucked from behind by more of the crowds, no hole given more than a few seconds to rest before their gaped orifices were reused and exploited. More harsh spanks landed over their buttocks and tits, which quivered under the intensity of each blow.
Ectoplasmic cumshots rained across their supple bodies, or were fired off inside them, impacted their spread wide holes, filled their bowels, wombs, and bellies. Jizz dripped from them, slid down their curves, was smeared across their forms and faces when cocks smacked and rubbed all over them.
The subway train would run in circles, until every last phantom here was satisfied. The foursome were rocked about, passed between them, their ruined holes pleasantly sore, the air a constant sound of moans and squelches. Eventually, even Beatrix started to tire out after both versions of Trixies had, all of them slathered in perspiration, their manes a matted, wild mess from furious treatment.
Yet for a succubus, Bellatrix instead found herself empowered over time by the continuous session, able to draw more strength from ectoplasm cum than she'd imagined. She drank their spunk down with a slurp, rubbed the slimy splooge into her heavy breasts in circles, continued to bounce her ass on the latest man she rode into submission, while her coiled tail helped stroke off another one.
She swished a fresh cumshot before she swallowed it. “Is that all you've-? Glk-!” Another horsecock was shoved down her throat to shut the she-devil up, and she narrowed her eyes at the insult, but reminded herself they were driven by instinct alone and sucked him off as he skullfucked her hard.
Beatrix, dropped to the floor, heaved cum-soaked tits and dripped from all her wrecked orifices. Her 'mothers' were already in a similar postion, spent after they'd been relentlessly fucked for what felt like hours. More spunk rained across their naked bodies, draped in puddles of spunk and their love honey.
Yet no matter how many forced themselves on Bellatrix, they were no match for the she-devil. Gradually, each haunt started to fade once they were spent inside or all over the she-demon, popped out of the mortal plane until the next ride, where more fertile females would visit them for pleasure.
She rode them into submission. Make them buckle and whimper before they dissipated.
Finally, the last one vanished beneath her, and the subway train rolled to a stop, its interior illuminated and its doors slid open so they could depart. The 'other' Trixie whispered, “W-wow...there's usually several left by the time rolls around, and the 'Ghost Train' fades away? You wore them out!”
Beatrix sleepily asked, “Does this mean it'll be a while before they're available for another round?” She rubbed her sore pussy, which squished, squelched, and oozed out clumps of ectoplasmic cum.
“Afraid so,” lamented the 'other' Trixie, who stumbled to her feet. “But what a wild ride!” She stretched, cat-like, still stained with spunk that even matted her messy hair.
“I could always clean you off,” offered Bella to her friends.
“No need,” said Bea's mom, who with a smirk and handwave banished the cum and their squirty messes which drenched them. “But I appreciate the offer! Let's depart, shall we?”
Beatrix nodded, aware the 'Ghost Train' would likely fade once dawn broke. How much time did they have left? Whatever the case, it was obvious the foursome would leave today satisfied!
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Esalen
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563143
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Discord,Twilight Sparkle,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Edge of Time
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A draconequus and an alicorn sit at the edge of time.
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<p>They are inextricably linked by Fate. It's been a while since they last talked.</p><p>This was an exercise in writing dialogue. It has also been posted to AO3 under the same title.</p><p>Art generated by AI because I couldn't find one that I wanted.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-09T18:28:00+00:00
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2024-08-10T16:18:59+00:00
| 672 |
They sat at the edge of time, dangling their feet off the lip of eternity as the blackness lapped at them. It was not an evil blackness, nor a good one. It simply was, washing around them like waves, gently pushing and pulling at their ankles, before rolling off the edge into nothingness.
Before them lay a vast expanse of infinity, behind them rolling plains of the past and futures yet to come. It was quiet, save for the sounds of their breathing and the gentle whispers of the darkness around them.
“This is nice,” she said idly.
He agreed.
They lapsed back into silence, staring out across eternity.
They had not planned to meet there, but had simply appeared side by side, ankle deep in the darkness. Neither were particularly surprised to see the other there, of course; as immortals embodying Harmony and Chaos, they were never far apart.
So they sat and wondered about the future and thought about the past.
“Do you miss it?” he turned to look at her.
She glanced at him. “Miss what?”
“The old you?”
She thought for a moment. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I’ve been like this for so long,” she gestured at her wings, “that I can hardly remember how it was before.”
He nodded in agreement. “Such is the burden of immortality.”
“Do you? Remember, I mean.”
“Everything.” He nodded solemnly.
“Tell me about it?”
He shot her a look.
“Please?”
He leaned back, propping himself up on his hands as he looked up. “What about?”
She shrugged. “Everything, I guess.”
“Alright,” he puffed out his cheeks. “My realm, then.” He snapped his fingers and a window opened up in front of them. Where there once was nothing lay a vortex of color, swirling in the distance, a psychedelic array that shifted and spun lazily in the air. He grunted and swiped his finger to the left, sending everything within the window traveling to the right.
“Ah,” he tapped the window again and the space beyond stopped. A flower spun into view, a yellow and purple polka-dotted ball atop a long periwinkle stem. He reached through the window and snagged it, gently tugging it out of the window.
“My realm is… lonely, to say the least.” He pointed at the screen. “Every now and then I get the occasional mail-creature with the occasional package but besides that? It’s only me. Sure, I get to experiment all I want, no consequences, but sometimes.” He paused. “Sometimes I just don’t want to be alone.”
She opened her mouth, but he cut her off.
“Don’t start. I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it.”
“Do you now?” she shot him a smug look. “I was going to ask if I could visit sometime.”
He blinked. “What?”
She fluffed her wings and ducked her head. “You’ve spent the past who knows how long with us. I figure it’s about high time I return the favor.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “I think I’d like that. But,” he flicked some darkness off his claws at her. “Where were we?”
“Your realm?”
“My realm. Right.” He pursed his lips. “It’s a pocket dimension that was ripped out of reality I don’t know, a few millennia ago? Or maybe it’ll be created in a millennia?” He grinned, then grimaced. “Time is weird.”
She laughed. “It sure is,” she leaned forward. “How’d you get your own pocket dimension?”
“I made some elder gods and an alicorn very, very angry.”
“Oh?”
“As it turns out, the gods of creation do not like it when the antithesis of their perfect being messes with the order of the universe.” He waved a hand and a body pillow flew through the window in front of them and landed on the mare’s hooves. She looked down at the caricature depicted upon the case, a regal white alicorn with cold, hard eyes, brandishing a sword. She shuddered and dropped it off the edge, peering down into the darkness to watch the pillow disappear into the void.
“Order.” He scoffed. “The first of the minor gods created by the Elders. He is everything I hate, everything that I stand against. When he sprung into being, so did I, right next to him. Every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction, and all that.
“The Elders let him create one thing, anything he wanted. He chose to create ponies, in his image. Imagine being that conceited.” Two miniature versions of the draconequus appeared, began pulling grapes from the window, and feeding them to him. “I could never.”
Her eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’m sure,” she stifled a giggle with her foreleg. “You would never do such a thing, O humble one.”
“I’m glad someone agrees with me,” he accepted another grape from one of his miniatures. “Of course, I couldn’t let him have all the fun. Imagine it, all the ponies in the world as bland, rule-following, perfect little puppets to some higher power. Where’s the fun in that?” He mimed retching.
“So, I did what anyone would do to one of their archnemesis’s creations. I fused a bit of my soul,” he summoned a drab dark brown orb which hovered in front of him. “Into his precious little ponies.” A ball of pure white light popped into being next to the darker globe. He pushed his hands together, and the orbs fused, swirling into each other.
She blinked, and when her eyes opened, the colors had settled within the globe into two fish-shaped structures, with an eye of the opposite color in the center of the shape.
“Duality.”
She turned to him.
He lazily waved a claw at the multi-colored sphere in front of them. “You can’t have one without the other, no matter how much the Elders tried to teach otherwise. I saw it, of course. Order didn’t. First he yelled at me, demanding that I undo it. I said no, mostly because souls are sticky and it takes forever to disentangle them, but also because it's funny to watch a god throw a temper tantrum.
“Order didn’t like that, so he went to the Elders. I was very rudely interrupted from the best nap of my life just to be banished.”
“Banished?”
“They opened up a rift and ungraciously shoved all twelve Wednesdays of me through with the promise of terrible fates should I ever show my face around their workshop halls again.”
She fixed him with a bemused look. “Wednesdays aren’t a unit of measurement.”
“As I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, Chaos doesn’t really play by the rules,” he retorted dryly.
“Wow, really?” she snarked.
“Unfortunately so.”
“So, then what?”
“Hmm?”
“What happened to Order and the Elders?”
“Order is still sequestered away in his workshop, trying to ‘fix’ ponykind. He’s convinced that he can re-write your species, separate my soul from his. As for the Elders,” he shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you, on account of me avoiding them for the past eleven forevers.”
“So you don’t know how to create pocket dimensions.” She sounded disappointed.
He laughed. “Unfortunately not. I can make rifts, but I don’t have the knowledge nor the skill to fully remove part of the timestream.”
She blinked as a thought came to her. “What about Celestia? She’s a minor god, isn’t she?”
He shook his head. “Our dear Celly is a lowborn, like all alicorns. She has not had the displeasure of meeting Order or any of the Elders.”
“That would explain why I haven’t found any references to anything you mentioned in any of the mythologies.” She nodded thoughtfully. “If she didn’t know of their existence then there would be no records.”
He snapped his fingers, and they watched as the two miniatures bowed and backflipped through the portal, which zipped itself shut behind them. “Now it’s your turn to talk.”
“Huh?”
“I want to ask a question, and you have to answer it, unless that little show fried your brain.” Another snap, and a frying pan with two sizzling eggs appeared over her head.
She shot him a look and tossed the pan over the edge.
“Hey! Those were perfectly good eggs!”
“Just ask your question already.” She snorted, laughter tinging her words.
“Tell me about,” he tapped his fingers, thinking. “Tell me about the Golden Oaks Library.”
“Really? Out of all the things?” She blinked.
He shrugged. “An eye for an eye, and all that. I’ve told you about my home, now it’s your turn.”
She bobbed her head. “It was my first real home. You remember what it looked like, right?”
He waggled his paw. “Somewhat. When you’ve lived as long as I have, it all blends together.”
“And that musical number you sang has completely vanished from your memory,” she deadpanned.
“Yep!”
“Whatever you say,” she giggled. “Well, it was a library, right, and you know how I am with books. But for those first couple months, it felt for all the world like a prison.”
He cocked a brow. “A prison? A place where you were surrounded by books?”
She chuckled. “I was coming from the Royal Library to a tiny library inside a tree, no less, in a ramshackle town in the middle of nowhere for ‘friendship’. You can’t blame me for that.”
“Oh woe is me, I’m a pretty purple book horse with books all around me.” He mimed fainting.
She stretched out her wing and cuffed him over the ears.
“Oh, I am slain! Send for help!” he fell back into the liquid blackness, splashing it along her barrel with a grin.
“Ack!” she sputtered. “Come on, you big baby, get up.”
He stuck his tongue out at her. “Make me.”
She sighed and lit her horn, only to have him reach out and flick it.
“Magic is cheating, dear. You know this.”
“Since when was that a rule?”
“Since five seconds ago.”
She rolled her eyes and stretched out a hoof to help him up, then let out a startled yelp as he grabbed her hoof and pulled.
“You’re quite warm,” she noted from her new spot on his chest, their stomachs touching with her legs draped over his sides. “Anyways, since I can continue without interruption,” She glared at him, but it was ruined by the smile twitching at the corner of her lip. “Golden Oaks. I didn’t think it was possible to live inside a completely hollow tree that was still growing, but the window nooks were actually quite comfortable. The basement wasn’t all that bad either, despite always being damp.”
He blinked. “Golden Oaks had a basement?”
“Mhmm!” she nodded. “The thought of strapping you to a chair and running experiments on your magic crossed my mind several times before it got blown up.”
“Strapping me into a chair and running experiments on me? My, I didn’t know you were into that.”
“Hush. It wasn’t like that.”
He shot her a look.
“Really!” she insisted. “Chaos magic was completely unknown, and you were literally the best source of chaos to do research on!”
“So why didn’t you? Come to think of it, why haven’t you? You have a whole castle, and I know for a fact you have empty laboratories.”
“Well, after I tried to figure out Pinkie, I set myself on fire.”
“Huh.” He clicked his tongue.
She rubbed her chin. “What else am I forgetting?”
“How should I know?” he interrupted. “You were the one who lived there, not me.”
“It was a rhetorical question.”
“Gesundheit.”
“You know what a rhetorical question is.”
“It’s fun to tease you.”
“And I’m going to put whatever this is in your mouth if you keep interrupting me.” She scooped up a hoofful of the darkness and held it menacingly over his goatee.
He held up his mismatched hands in mock surrender. “Point.”
“Golden Oaks gave me a place to call home. Don’t get me wrong, I loved having access to the Archives but I never really fit in.”
“Fair enough. I never did vibe with those snooty upper-class subjects of yours.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Vibe? Is that what the kids are saying these days?”
“What, would you prefer I said that they weren’t groovy to the max?” he grinned.
She clamped her hooves over his mouth. “Hush.”
He pried them away with a snort. “Look, just because I’m a near ageless entity with a penchant for chaos doesn’t mean I can’t be hip with the kids.”
She groaned and thumped him on the chest. “You’re the worst.”
He smiled broadly. “I am. It’s your turn, by the way.”
“Huh? Oh! Right.” She flushed. “You said earlier that you were created as Order’s antithesis. If he created ponies, did you create more like you?”
He sighed. “My dear, do you think the Elders would permit that?”
She shook her head. “Probably not.”
A scoreboard appeared over her head. “And give our favorite contestant ten thousand bits!” He clapped, and coins began to cascade out of the scoreboard, piling up around them before sinking into the blackness. “You’re correct, of course. My transgressions aside, the Elders didn’t want hundreds of little me’s running amok through their workshop. Can’t imagine why.”
“Okay, but why haven’t you made more since then?”
He fixed her with a look. “Do you think the Elders, or Order, would let that stand? Order carries a sword for a reason.”
“Oh.” She sat up. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault. I’ve come to terms with it.” He waved a hand. “Someday I’ll try again, and maybe I’ll succeed.” He stared off into infinity. “One day there’ll be someone like me.”
She blinked at him, then let out a small gasp.
“I know that sound,” he cocked a brow. “What’s going through your pretty little head?”
“Shush,” she flapped a hoof. “I’m thinking.”
He smiled a toothy smile and settled back into the blackness as she muttered under her breath.
“Aha!” She crowed and lit her horn, a tendril of magic reaching from her horn out into forever.
“What did you do?”
“You’ll see,” she grinned and waggled her ears. “It’s a surprise.”
“Oh, well in that case, I suppose I can wait.” He chuckled.
She smiled down at him, then tensed. Before his eyes, she began to shift - her body stretched into a more sinuous form, her forelegs became talons, her hindlegs morphed into lion’s paws, and her tail lengthened into a more dragon-like appearance.
“Ta-da!” She clambered off of him and spun in a circle like a model showing off a new outfit. “What do you think?”
He whistled. “Impressive. Though I will say you appear to be missing something.” He gestured to his forehead.
“Hmm,” she stuck out her tongue and tried to focus on her own forehead. “It’s not actually gone. I can still feel it, but the magic feels fuzzy.” She summoned a purple orb of light in front of them, then shrieked as his jaws snapped closed around it.
“Were you aware that you taste like bananas?”
“No. No, I was not.”
“Regardless,” he let his eyes roam over her form. “How’d you do it?”
“Where are we right now, oh Chaos mine?”
“The edge of time.” He shrugged.
“Exactly, and who’s to say that this reality is the only one? Out there —” she gestured to the infinity before them. “Out there there’s an infinite number of realities. I just cast a line to find a universe where our roles were switched.”
“So you were Chaos and I was Harmony? Blech.”
“Mhmm! I just used that existing version of me as a blueprint for this body.”
He shot her a look of admiration as his coat changed to a soft lavender to match hers. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen another like me. Thank you.”
“Of course.” She smiled at him. “I do believe it’s your turn to ask a question now.”
He scratched his goatee. “Your favorite spell?”
“Oh, that’s easy!” She grinned and clapped her hands. “Oberon’s Transplanar Alignment. You know Oberon, of course.”
He shook his head. “The name is familiar, but not the creature.”
She stared at him, jaw agape. “You did not just say that.”
He shrugged. “You forget, dear, that I was trapped in stone for over a thousand years.”
“After this, we’re going to the Deer Kingdom and you’re going to like it.”
“I make no promises, but I can try for you, I suppose.”
“Anyways, Oberon is the king of the deer, has been for the last twelve hundredish years. The deer are responsible for the movement of the celestial bodies around the other side of the planet, as part of a treaty that Celestia made with them shortly before you showed up.”
“I always wondered where they went.” He mused.
“The deer or the celestial bodies?”
“Yes.” He grinned.
She rolled her eyes. “Cervine magic is criminally understudied by ponykind, in part due to the physiological differences of deer and ponies, but mostly because the deer secluded themselves just after your reign and have only recently reemerged. Even prior to the Classical era, the deer were mostly isolated from the rest of Equus, and very few, if any, texts detailing cervine magic remain from that time.”
“Not that I don’t appreciate the history lesson, but how does this relate to Oberon’s Transplanar thingamabob?”
“I’m getting there.” She bopped him on the nose. “As part of a cross-cultural exchange, I got to go to Mandria to study their magic, and they sent some of their students to the School. Oberon was kind enough to show me his alignment spell, which essentially allows him to hop between planes, similar to what you do.”
He blinked. “That just sounds like portal magic.”
She shook her head animatedly. “I thought so too, but it actually overlays the desired plane onto the material plane and merges them into one another, so that the ‘seam’ between them is thin enough for a being to cross.”
“Impressive,” he whistled. “So it’s your favorite because it’s transplanar travel?”
“Not quite. I mentioned earlier that the physiology of deer and ponies differ, right? The main differences stem from the thaumic system - the latent magic that runs throughout our bodies. The magic here in Equestria is widely accessible, but it takes at least some effort to call upon it. That's why unicorns experience mana drags, why pegasi need to kick lightning out of storm clouds, why earth ponies can’t grow crops in significantly shorter timeframes. In Mandria, everything is completely saturated with magic. Their thaumic systems are much more developed as a response to the amount of ambient magic there, so their magic ends up channeling through different pathways than pony magic.”
“You got to reverse engineer another spell.” He said, comprehension dawning in his eyes.
“Not just a single spell, but an entire field of magic.” She clapped her claws excitedly. “The alignment spell was only one of the spells he showed me, but it was definitely the most complex one. I spent ages trying to tune it to my magic, and alicorns naturally have more developed thaumic systems since they’re a combination of all three pony races.”
“Color me impressed!” he applauded, coat changing from lavender to a garish highlighter yellow.
“That’s the color of impressed?” she eyed him incredulously. “It looks like the Schmooze threw up on you.”
“Tsk, tsk. So close minded.” He wagged a finger at her, then returned to his normal, drab coat color. “You should really try on some new colors. I think a splash of buttercream yellow would really bring out your eyes.”
“I’m not changing my coat color.”
“And I’m not saying you have to. Maybe just a streak in your mane?”
She ran a claw through her hair. “I’ll consider it. Worst comes to worst, I can always cut it off.”
“The paparazzi will have a field day with that.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she grimaced. “Okay, my turn.” She glanced over her shoulder, back towards the fields of time. “What do you suppose the future holds?”
“How am I supposed to know? Chaos isn’t exactly known for predictable outcomes.”
“Humor me,” she blew a raspberry at him.
He puffed out his cheeks. “Well, I suppose the first question would be how far forward in the future are we talking? A few years? A thousand?”
“Hmmm,” she pursed her lips. “For argument’s sake, let’s say that alicorns are no longer around.”
He drummed his talons against her side. “Well, the first thing would have to be a return of the celestial bodies to nature.”
She bobbed her head. “Or the deer would have to take over the movement of the sun and moon.”
“Or that.” He agreed.
“What about our ponies?”
“Our ponies? My dear, while I appreciate the sentiment, your ponies still don’t trust me.”
“They’re just as much yours as they are mine. Some may not trust you, but a majority do.”
He scoffed.
“I’m serious!”
“I’m flattered you think so highly of me,” he drawled. “Do you not remember the last petitioner you had?”
“In his defense, you did turn his coat chartreuse.”
“I did that to everyone in the room!”
“And once you changed them back, he was the only one that was upset. Point is,” she poked him in the side. “Even if we weren’t entwined by Fate, your shenanigans are commonplace now. Ponies enjoy them. Ponies enjoy being around you.”
“Darn. I must’ve lost my terrifying reputation between the couch cushions”
She glared at him.
“I jest, I jest. Our ponies,” he stuck out his tongue and mimed scraping something off of it. “Our ponies will do just fine. They survived pre-Unification times fine enough.”
“What if the tribes split again? What if the Wendigos come back?”
“With you on the throne?” he laughed. “Not likely.”
“I’m not on the throne in this hypothetical.”
“And there are no Wendigos in this hypothetical either.”
“You don’t know that.” She groused.
“Neither do you,” he countered.
“I’m being serious!” she flicked some darkness at him.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
He smiled at her, kissed her nose, and with a cheeky grin, he jumped into eternity.
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debrecen
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563148
| 1 |
Starlight Glimmer,Sunburst,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Non-consensual,Sex
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Sunburst's Age Regression Fiasco
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When Starlight Glimmer accidentally casts an old age regression spell on Sunburst, she enlists Twilight Sparkle's help to undo it. The only problem is that some ponies take practical jokes way, way too far...
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complete
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<p>When Starlight Glimmer accidentally casts an old age regression spell on Sunburst, she enlists Twilight Sparkle's help to undo it. The only problem is that some ponies take practical jokes way, way too far...</p><p>The story was done on commission for Greenmare308.</p><hr/><p><span style="font-style:italic;color:#26A4AF">Please leave a comment and any feedback you have; it would really help and make my day!</span><br/><br/><span style="color:#BE4343">WARNING:</span> <span class="spoiler">This story contains elements of foalcon, age regression, magic, rape/foalrape, and other mature topics. Please be advised if you do not like or wish to read any of these things.</span></p><p>Please do not read this story if you are averse to the topics listed above under "Warning".</p><p><i>All of the characters in this story are ponies and are well above 18 years old in human years; likewise, the topics and content in this story should never be repeated in real life.</i></p>
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mature
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2024-08-09T19:04:30+00:00
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2024-08-09T19:04:29+00:00
| 608 |
Starlight Glimmer squinted at the dusty tome she had just pulled off the shelf. It was hidden behind an ancient spell book in the farthest corner of the Castle of Friendship’s library—because, of course, that’s where all the good stuff is hidden. The cover was faded, and the pages smelled like they'd been marinating in Twilight's obsessive cataloging since forever. A cloud of dust puffed out as she flipped the book open. She wrinkled her nose and waved the particles away with a hoof. "Sunburst! Check this out!" she called.
Sunburst, sitting nearby and engrossed in yet another thick volume on ancient incantations, barely glanced up. "Uh-huh, sure, Starlight," he muttered distractedly, his nose buried in his book. "Is it another one of those 'forbidden' spells that were probably forbidden for a reason? Because the last time you tried one of those, you turned my beard purple for a week."
Starlight rolled her eyes. "That was one time, and purple is a good look for you. Anyway, this one looks really interesting. It’s called ‘Regressus ad iuvenem.’"
Finally, Sunburst looked up, adjusting his glasses. "That sounds like... going back to youth or something. But probably in a really inconvenient way. What's the description say?"
Starlight flipped through the ancient pages with a little too much excitement. "Description? Description... well, it’s sort of faded. But how bad could it be? It’s not like this place has anything really dangerous lying around. Plus, you love testing out new spells!" Her grin widened mischievously.
Sunburst adjusted his glasses again, a nervous habit. "Starlight, we really shouldn’t—"
But before he could finish his sentence, Starlight’s horn lit up with a shimmering aura. She didn’t bother reading the rest of the spell’s info—where’s the fun in that?—and cast it directly at Sunburst. A burst of swirling magic enveloped him, and his eyes widened in shock. "Starlight! Wait—!"
It was too late. The spell swirled around him in a vortex of shimmering lights, and his voice cracked mid-shout. His glasses slipped down his muzzle as his body began to shrink, his limbs getting shorter, his robe drooping like an oversized blanket. Sunburst’s mane fluffed out, becoming untamed and adorably messy. The beard he was so proud of disappeared completely. By the time the magical dust settled, Sunburst was no longer a grown stallion but a tiny, chubby-cheeked colt with the biggest, roundest eyes Starlight had ever seen.
There was a moment of stunned silence. Sunburst—now a diminutive version of his former self—looked down at his new form, his glasses nearly falling off his tiny nose, and then up at Starlight. His eyes filled with a mixture of horror and indignation. "Starlight, what did you do?!" His voice was high-pitched, like a squeaky toy.
Starlight clamped a hoof over her mouth, trying to suppress the giggles bubbling up inside her. But it was no use. She burst into laughter, nearly doubling over as she pointed at the now-tiny Sunburst. "Oh my gosh! You’re so… so… cute!"
Sunburst puffed out his little chest, trying to look serious, but the effect was entirely ruined by his small stature and the fact that his robe was now trailing behind him like a cape. "This is not funny, Starlight! You need to reverse this spell right now!"
She waved a hoof dismissively, still chuckling. "Oh, lighten up! You’ve never looked better, honestly. And think of all the new things you can experience! Like... nap time!"
Sunburst narrowed his eyes—or tried to. It mostly just made him look like he was about to sneeze. "Starlight, I’m serious. You have to fix this!"
Starlight finally managed to reign in her laughter, but a playful smirk still lingered on her face. "Alright, alright, I’ll get on it. But you’ve got to admit, this is pretty hilarious."
"I don’t have to admit aAnything!" Sunburst shot back, his voice cracking as he tried to maintain some semblance of authority. But his efforts were in vain as he stomped a little hoof, producing a faintly audible squeak.
Starlight stifled another giggle. "You know, Sunburst, I really don’t like your tone. If you’re going to act like a grumpy little colt, then maybe you should just wait out your tantrum while I take care of this."
Sunburst's tiny face scrunched up in frustration. "A tantrum?! I am not throwing a tantrum, Starlight! I just… I just… ugh!" He stomped his hoof again, but the effect was more like a kitten pawing at a toy.
Starlight shook her head, grinning from ear to ear. "Sunburst, you are literally the smallest, grumpiest colt I’ve ever seen. Maybe you need a time-out."
"Time-out?!" Sunburst looked mortified. "I do not need a time-out! I need to be back to normal!"
But Starlight was already moving toward the door, her smirk firmly in place. "Oh, don’t worry, Sunburst. I’ll get this sorted out. I’ve just got a few errands to run first. But don’t worry—I’ll call Twilight. She’s great with magic, and she’s totally going to want to see this!"
Sunburst’s eyes widened in panic. "No! Don’t call Twilight! This is embarrassing enough already!"
But Starlight was already halfway out the door. "Relax, it’ll be fine. Twilight will get a kick out of this, and she’ll fix you up in no time."
Sunburst sat down on his haunches, looking defeated. "Starlight, please…"
But Starlight was gone, the door closing behind her with a soft click. Sunburst was left alone in the vast library, now seeming even larger due to his miniscule size. He sighed deeply, his little shoulders slumping. "This is going to be a long day…"
He looked around the library, which now seemed like an endless maze of bookshelves towering over him. The once-familiar place felt alien and daunting. Sunburst adjusted his oversized glasses, which kept sliding down his tiny muzzle, and tried to think of what to do next. He couldn’t just sit here and wait for Starlight to finish her errands. He needed to figure out how to reverse the spell himself—or at least, find something to do that didn’t involve embarrassing himself further.
"I can’t believe this," he muttered to himself, his voice still annoyingly high-pitched. "I should’ve known better than to let Starlight experiment on me again. But no, I just had to be curious about ancient spells..."
He looked down at his tiny hooves and sighed. "How am I even supposed to turn the pages of a book like this?"
Just then, he heard a soft thump from above. Looking up, he saw a book teetering on the edge of a high shelf. Before he could react, the book toppled over and fell, landing right in front of him with a loud ‘whump’. The force of the impact knocked his glasses askew, and he stumbled back in surprise.
"Great, now even the books are out to get me," he grumbled as he adjusted his glasses. But then, something caught his eye—the book had fallen open to a page that looked strangely familiar. It was the same spell that Starlight had cast on him: "Regressus ad iuvenem."
Sunburst’s ears perked up. "Maybe there’s a reversal spell here!" He rushed forward—or at least, tried to. It was more of a quick waddle, given his tiny legs. Reaching the book, he strained to see the page, but the text was too small for him to read easily.
"Of course," he sighed. "I can’t even read the spell book now."
He tried to use his magic, but his horn only emitted a few weak sparks. "This is just getting better and better," he muttered sarcastically.
With no other options, Sunburst decided to climb onto the book to get a better look. He struggled to pull himself up, flailing his little legs, but eventually managed to clamber onto the thick volume. Once on top, he looked down at the page and squinted at the tiny letters.
"Alright, let’s see… maybe if I just… no, that’s not it… wait, what’s this?" He leaned closer, trying to make out the faded text. "Aha! There’s a footnote here about reversing the spell! But… it’s all smudged! I can’t read it!"
He let out a frustrated groan and flopped down on the book. "I’m never going to get back to normal at this rate…"
As he lay there, contemplating his unfortunate situation, he couldn’t help but think back to how ridiculous this all was. If only Starlight had listened to him instead of diving headfirst into another spell experiment!
Sunburst sighed and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "I guess it’s not all bad," he admitted to himself. "At least I get a break from all the adult responsibilities for a bit…” the stallion-turned-colt tried to convince himself.
Sunburst had been sitting on top of that old book for what felt like hours. The massive library around him seemed even more vast and intimidating in his shrunken state, and with every tick of the clock, he could feel his patience slipping away. He had tried everything he could think of—scanning through spells, attempting weak levitation, even considering chewing on the pages out of sheer boredom—but nothing worked. His magic was pitifully weak, and his little colt body was just too small to be of any use.
He plopped down dramatically, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. "This is hopeless," he muttered to himself, his tiny voice echoing faintly in the empty room. "I’m going to be stuck like this forever. The youngest wizard in Equestria… literally."
Just as he was contemplating his fate as the world’s first pint-sized wizard, a soft knock echoed from the door. Sunburst’s ears perked up, and he scrambled to his hooves. "Fi-inally!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with a mix of relief and desperation. "Come in, come in!"
The door creaked open slowly, and there, standing in the doorway, was none other than Twilight Sparkle. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her. She blinked a couple of times, clearly trying to process the scene—Sunburst, once her scholarly equal, now a tiny, wide-eyed colt standing on top of a dusty old spellbook. She had expected something unusual, given Starlight’s message, but this? This was beyond her wildest imagination.
Twilight bit her lip, fighting to maintain her composure, but it was no use. A snort of laughter escaped her, followed by a full-blown giggle fit. "Oh… my… gosh!" she gasped between laughs. "Sunburst, is that really you?"
Sunburst’s face turned an adorable shade of red as he shuffled his little hooves, trying to look dignified despite the circumstances. "Yes, Twilight, it’s me," he squeaked, his voice more like a child’s than he’d ever hoped to sound. "Can you please fix this? I really need to go back to normal!"
Twilight finally managed to compose herself, wiping a tear from her eye. She stepped into the room, her wings fluttering slightly with amusement. "Oh, Sunburst, you’re just too cute! I don’t know if I want to fix this right away…"
Sunburst’s eyes widened in alarm. "What do you mean you don’t want to fix this right away? Twilight, I’m serious! I need to get back to normal!"
But Twilight just smiled down at him, a playful glint in her eye. "I don’t know, Sunburst. You make such an adorable little colt! Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to keep you like this for just a little longer. Besides, Starlight did warn me that you were being a bit of a grumpy wittle colt today."
Sunburst’s little ears flattened against his head. "I am not a gruUmpy colt!" he protested, his voice cracking in indignation. "I just… I just don’t want to be stuck like this! Please, Twilight, no more jokes—just fix it!"
But Twilight wasn’t about to let up. If anything, his protests only made her more amused. "Oh, you poor, grumpy ‘wittle’ Sunburst," she cooed, her voice dripping with exaggerated sympathy. "Does the wittle colt need a nap? Is that why you’re so cranky?"
Sunburst’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Twilight, I don’t need a nap!" he snapped, his tiny voice losing any semblance of authority. "I need to be turned back to normal!"
Twilight giggled, clearly enjoying herself. "Oh, come on, Sunburst. There’s no need to get all worked up. You’re just so precious like this! Maybe you need your blankie. I bet that would make you feel all better, wouldn’t it?"
Sunburst’s eyes widened in horror. "A… a blankie? Twilight, I don’t need a blankie!"
But Twilight was already rummaging through her saddlebag, which was comically large compared to his diminutive size. "Good thing I brought a few options!" she said cheerfully. "Let’s see… we’ve got a nice pink one, a soft yellow one, and ooh, this blue one is really cute! Which one do you want, Sunburst?"
Sunburst’s face was a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. "Twilight, I don’t want a blankie! I just want to go back to normal!"
Twilight pouted playfully. "Oh, come on, Sunburst. Don’t be such a grumpy-pants. You’ve got to choose one—how about the blue one? It matches your eyes!"
Sunburst groaned, realizing he wasn’t going to win this argument. "Fine, fine! The blue one, okay? Just… just please fix this afterward!"
Twilight’s grin widened as she pulled out the blue blankie and draped it over Sunburst’s back. "There! Now doesn’t that feel nice?"
Sunburst stood there, his tiny body draped in the ridiculously oversized blanket, looking completely defeated. "Can we please move on now?" he grumbled.
Twilight just giggled. "Alright, alright. But I think I know why you’re being so fussy. You must be hungry! That’s why you’re so cranky. Little colts like you need to eat regularly, after all."
Sunburst’s eyes widened in alarm. "Hungry? Twilight, I’m not hungry! I’m not even really a colt!"
But Twilight wasn’t listening. She was already pulling out a baby bottle filled with milk from her saddlebag. "Here we go! This should help you feel better."
Sunburst stared at the bottle in horror. "Twilight, I’m not a baby! I don’t need a bottle!"
Twilight just smiled sweetly. "Oh, but you do, Sunburst. You’ve been such a grumpy ‘wittle’ colt, and I bet it’s because you haven’t had anything to eat. You won’t feel better until you’ve had something in your tummy!"
Sunburst felt his patience wearing thin. "Twilight, this is ridiculous! I don’t need a bottle of milk—I need to be turned back to my old self!"
But Twilight wasn’t having any of it. "Sunburst, if you don’t finish this bottle, I won’t be able to help you. And we don’t want that, do we?"
Sunburst glared up at her, his little face scrunched up in frustration. "You can’t be serious…"
Twilight’s expression softened, but there was still that playful glint in her eye. "Oh, come on, Sunburst. Just one little bottle, and then I promise I’ll help you get back to normal. Deal?"
Sunburst sighed deeply. He could tell that there was no way out of this. "Fine," he muttered. "Just… just get it over with."
Twilight beamed and levitated the bottle toward him. "Good colt! Now, let’s get you fed."
Sunburst eyed the bottle with a mix of resignation and embarrassment. He knew this was utterly ridiculous, but if it meant getting back to his old self, he’d go along with it. Just this once. He took the bottle in his hooves, struggling slightly to hold it properly with his tiny limbs. Twilight watched him, her smile growing wider.
"Aw, look at you! You’re doing such a good job!" she cooed, clearly enjoying the situation far more than Sunburst would have liked.
"Twilight, please, no more baby talk…" he mumbled around the bottle, trying to drink as quickly as possible to get it over with.
But Twilight wasn’t about to stop. If anything, his discomfort only encouraged her. "But you’re just so precious, Sunburst! You’re like the cutest wittle colt ever! And you’re being such a good boy, drinking your milk all up!"
Sunburst groaned inwardly, but he continued to drink. The faster he got through this, the faster he could put this humiliating ordeal behind him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bottle was empty. He let it drop to the floor and looked up at Twilight with a pleading expression.
Twilight stood there, her eyes twinkling with mischief as Sunburst looked up at her with a mix of hope and frustration. The empty bottle lay on the floor between them, a silent testament to Sunburst’s humiliation. He had done everything she asked, and now, surely, it was time for her to reverse the spell and let him return to his normal self.
"Okay, Twilight," Sunburst said, trying to keep the impatience out of his voice. "I drank the milk. Now can we please get back to normal?"
Twilight tilted her head, feigning deep contemplation. "Hmm, I don’t know, Sunburst," she said, her tone teasing. "Have you really earned the privilege of going back? You’ve been quite a testy little colt today, and I’m not sure if you’ve learned your lesson yet."
Sunburst’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Privilege? Twilight, this isn’t a reward! I’ve been through enough! Just tell me what I need to do to get this over with!"
Twilight’s smile widened as her horn began to glow with a soft, purple light. Before Sunburst could react, the magic wrapped around his tiny limbs, pinning him down against the cold floor. He squirmed, but it was no use; Twilight’s magic was much stronger than his own in this state. He was completely at her mercy.
"Twilight! What are you doing? Let me go!" Sunburst’s voice was a mixture of panic and frustration as he struggled against the magical restraints.
Twilight walked over to him slowly, her smile never fading. "Oh, Sunburst, you’re just so helpless like this," she said, her tone dripping with amusement. "I can’t help but want to inspect every little detail of this adorable form. You never know, there might be something else interesting about you in this state."
Sunburst’s heart raced as Twilight loomed over him, her eyes scanning his tiny body with a mix of curiosity and power. He tried to squirm away, but the magic held him firmly in place. "Twilight, please, this is really uncomfortable! Just… stop and turn me back already!"
But Twilight wasn’t listening. She leaned in closer, her face hovering just below Sunburst’s lower stomach. "Hmm, what do we have here?" she murmured, her voice low and playful. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted something small half-buried in his fur. "Oh, my, what a tiny little penis! Isn’t it just the cutest thing?"
Sunburst craned his neck to see what she was looking at, but all he could see was her face getting uncomfortably close to his stomach. "Twilight, seriously, you’re way too close! This is really weird, can you just—"
"Oh, but look at this little guy!" Twilight interrupted, her voice slipping into an exaggerated baby talk as she peered closer at the tiny cock. "Isn’t he just the teeniest, tiniest little thing? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so small before! You’re just a precious wittle cock, aren’t you?"
Sunburst’s face turned bright red, a mix of embarrassment and frustration building inside him. "Twilight, I really don’t like how close your face is to my junk right now! Can you just—"
Twilight leaned in even closer, her nose practically touching Sunburst’s crotch as she continued her inspection. "Oh, but he’s just so precious, Sunburst! How can you not love him? Look at that tiny little shaft and shy little glans! I bet he’s just as grumpy as you are right now, aren’t you, wittle guy?"
Sunburst groaned, his voice rising in pitch as he tried to protest. "Twilight, this is really uncomfortable! Please, just let me go already!"
But Twilight wasn’t paying attention to his pleas. She was too focused on Sunburst’s newly shrunken penis, her face now almost buried in the soft fur of Sunburst’s nethers. "Oh, you’re just so small and cute, little prick! I could just watch you all day, you precious little thing!"
Sunburst felt his patience slipping away completely. "Twilight! Enough with my junk already! I’m the one who’s supposed to be getting help here!"
Twilight finally pulled back slightly, though her smile never faded. "Oh, Sunburst, you’re right. I got a little carried away there. But you have to admit, it's just the cutest thing, isn't it?"
Sunburst gave her a deadpan look, clearly not amused. "I didn’t even get a good look at it, Twilight. I don’t go around marveling at cocks anyway…I’m not gay you know."
Twilight giggled, seemingly unbothered by his annoyance. "Well, maybe next time you’ll appreciate the little things in life more, Sunburst. Sometimes, it’s the tiny details that really matter."
Sunburst let out a frustrated sigh. "Twilight, I promise I’ll appreciate every tiny detail in Equestria if you just turn me back to normal! Please!"
Twilight’s horn glowed even brighter as she tightened her magical grip on Sunburst’s limbs, keeping him pinned to the floor. He was spread eagle, his legs stretched out in every direction, completely at the mercy of her curiosity. Twilight’s eyes were focused intently on his crotch; her fascination only seemed to grow the longer she stared at it.
"Twilight, please, this is getting ridiculous," Sunburst pleaded, his voice nearly frantic. "Just let me go already!"
But Twilight barely acknowledged his protest, her face now inches away from the little member. "Oh, Sunburst, you’re such a worrywart," she said, dismissing his concerns with a wave of her hoof. "This is all in the name of science! Besides, aren’t you curious about this little guy? He’s so tiny and fascinating. Maybe one day he’ll grow up to be really big…"
Sunburst groaned, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I’m really not curious at all, actually. I’d rather not have your face so close to my nethers!"
Twilight ignored him, her nose gently brushing against the penis as she nuzzled it. She smiled, her eyes lighting up with delight. "Oh, he’s so soft! I never would have guessed a coltcock could feel like this. You know, Sunburst, you’re missing out on quite the experience here."
"Twilight, stop! This is… this is weird!" Sunburst’s voice cracked with frustration, but Twilight was too engrossed in her discovery to pay him any mind.
"Don’t be such a prude, Sunburst," Twilight chided playfully. "You need to relax a little. You’re always so uptight. Sometimes you just have to appreciate the smaller things in life—literally."
Sunburst’s eyes widened as Twilight’s nose pressed even closer to the prick. He watched in horror as she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the tiny shaft. "Mmm, smells like soil," she mused, her tone one of satisfied curiosity. "A bit musky, with a hint of something acidic. Exactly what a wittle pee-pee should smell like!"
Sunburst cringed, trying to pull away, but the magic held him firmly in place. "Twilight, this is not normal behavior! Just let it go and turn me back already!"
Twilight chuckled, her eyes still locked on the colt’s member. "Oh, come on, Sunburst. I haven’t had the chance to interact with many penises up close and personal like this. I’m really enjoying this little scientific exploration."
Sunburst let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Twilight, this isn’t an exploration! This is just… bizarre! Please, just stop!"
But Twilight wasn’t done yet. Her curiosity was far from sated, and her mind was already racing with the next logical step in her investigation. "Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully, "I wonder what he tastes like."
Sunburst’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Twilight, you can’t be serious!"
But before he could say another word, Twilight leaned in even closer, her tongue slipping out of her mouth as she gave the tiny member a tentative lick. The sensation was strange, unlike anything she’d tasted before, and it only piqued her curiosity further. She gave it another lick, and then another, each one more deliberate than the last, her tongue gently lapping at the little nub.
Sunburst was mortified, his body tensing up as he tried to block out the bizarre scene unfolding before him. "Twilight, this is beyond uncomfortable! Please, I’m begging you, just stop!"
Twilight paused for a moment, glancing up at Sunburst with a reassuring smile. "Relax, Sunburst. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m just conducting a bit of research. It’s purely scientific."
"Scientific? You’re licking a colt’s dick! How is that scientific?!" Sunburst’s voice was high-pitched, almost hysterical, as he struggled against the magical restraints.
Twilight giggled, clearly amused by his feeble reaction. "You’d be surprised how much you can learn from taste, Sunburst. It’s a valuable sensory tool! And besides, it’s not like I’m hurting the little guy. He seems perfectly fine."
Sunburst groaned, his head falling back against the floor in defeat. "I’m never going to live this down, am I?"
Pulling back, she once again leaned in even closer, her breath warm against Sunburst’s fur.
“Twilight, seriously...!” Sunburst squeaked, his voice trembling as the situation grew increasingly uncomfortable. But Twilight was in full science mode, and nothing was going to distract her from her peculiar investigation.
“Just a little closer…” she murmured to herself, her nose nearly touching Sunburst’s dick. She watched it for a moment longer, her eyes wide with childlike wonder. Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and gently took the penis between her lips.
Sunburst gasped, his eyes widening in horror. “Twilight, what are you doing?!” he cried, his voice rising several octaves. But Twilight couldn’t answer; her mouth was full…or at least preoccupied.
The sensation of having the penis in her mouth was unlike anything Twilight had ever experienced. It hummed and vibrated slightly, sending tiny tremors through her teeth and into her gums. It was strange, almost pleasant in a bizarre way.
Sunburst, on the other hoof, was far from captivated. He was absolutely mortified. The entire situation had become too much for him to handle. His eyes filled with tears, and before he could stop himself, he began to cry.
“Twilight, please, stop!” he sobbed, his voice breaking as the tears streamed down his cheeks. “This is so… so weird! I don’t know what to do!”
Twilight, still holding the colt’s penis in her mouth, tried to respond, but with her mouth full, her words came out garbled and incomprehensible. “Mmmf, Mummffum! Mffmf!”
Sunburst sniffled, his ears flattening against his head as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. “W-what? I can’t understand you!”
Twilight rolled her eyes, the miniscule cock still vibrating in her mouth. She hadn’t expected Sunburst to get so worked up over something so trivial. It was just a quick bj, after all. As she tried to speak again, the vibrations from the struggling, growing member tickled the roof of her mouth, causing her to giggle involuntarily.
But as Twilight giggled, something unexpected happened. The tiny member, no longer able to withstand the pressure and the stimulation inside Twilight’s mouth, suddenly burst. There was a faint jolt, and then a simultaneously acidic, salty taste spread across her tongue. Twilight’s eyes widened in surprise.
Sunburst watched in horror, his crying escalating into full-blown bawling. “Twilight! You… you…” the overwhelmed colt couldn't even finish his sentence.
Twilight quickly swallowed, the taste lingering on her tongue. She hadn’t expected Sunburst’s member to cum like that, but she had to admit, it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was surprisingly sweet, almost like some sort of strange syrup. She blinked a few times, processing what had just happened, before turning her attention back to the sobbing Sunburst.
“Sunburst, it’s okay,” Twilight said, trying to sound reassuring despite the bizarre turn of events. “It wasn’t bad, I promise. It was actually kind of sweet. See? No harm done.”
But Sunburst was inconsolable. He buried his face in his left shoulder, his small body shaking with sobs. “I… I don’t care if it was sweet! This whole thing is so… so messed up! I just want to go back to normal!”
Twilight felt a pang of guilt as she watched Sunburst cry. Maybe she had gone a bit too far this time. She sighed and reached out to gently pat his head, her voice softening as she tried to comfort him.
“Hey, don’t worry, Sunburst. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just curious, that’s all. But I promise, no more experiments. Let’s just focus on getting you back to normal, okay?”
Sunburst sniffled, looking up at Twilight with tear-filled eyes. “R-really? You mean it?”
Twilight nodded, offering him a small, apologetic smile. “I mean it. No more weird experiments. We’ll get you back to your usual self, and then we can forget all about this, alright?”
Sunburst hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “O-okay… But you have to promise not to do anything like this ever again.”
Twilight held up a hoof, her expression serious. “I promise, Sunburst. No more experiments. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Sunburst managed a small smile at that, wiping his tears away with a hoof. “Alright… But can we just get this over with? I really want to be myself again.”
Twilight nodded, her horn glowing as she prepared to reverse the spell. “Of course. Let’s get you back to normal.”
Twilight’s horn flared with a brilliant magenta light as she focused on reversing the age regression spell. The magical aura surrounded Sunburst, lifting him slightly off the ground as sparkles of energy danced around him. His small, coltish body began to shimmer and stretch, his limbs elongating, and his voice deepening from its high-pitched squeak back to his usual, more mature tone.
Sunburst felt an odd tingling sensation as his bones and muscles rearranged themselves, pulling him back to his original size. His hooves grew larger, his mane thickened, and his spectacles, which had slipped off during the transformation, magically resized themselves to fit his adult face once again. His orange coat regained its usual luster, and the cutie mark on his flank returned to its rightful place. The entire process took only a few seconds, but to Sunburst, it felt like an eternity.
When the magic finally dissipated, he found himself standing on shaky legs, back to his normal self. He wobbled slightly, blinking as he adjusted to being his old size again. The whole experience had left him feeling a little lightheaded and more than a little traumatized.
“Finally,” Sunburst muttered, brushing his mane out of his eyes as he tried to steady himself. “I can’t believe how ridiculous this whole thing has been. I just want to forget all about it.” He shot a glare at Twilight, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration. “Twilight, that was too much! You really crossed the line this time. I’m still processing everything you put me through.”
But Twilight, instead of looking remorseful, burst into uncontrollable laughter. She clutched her sides, her wings fluttering with amusement as she tried—and failed—to contain her giggles.
“Twilight, this isn’t funny!” Sunburst snapped, his face flushing with anger. “You know how much I hate being the butt of some joke!”
Twilight, still laughing, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Oh, Sunburst, you really need to learn to lighten up! I mean, come on, it was just a little fun. You were such a grumpy little colt, and now…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, breaking into another fit of giggles. “Now you’re back to your old self, but, uh, maybe you should check something out.”
Sunburst’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Twilight, still grinning mischievously, nodded toward him. “Your underside. Take a look.”
Sunburst hesitated, feeling a knot of dread tighten in his stomach. “What? Why?” He glanced down at his chest and stomach, not sure what to expect. Everything seemed normal at first glance. But as he looked closer, his eyes widened in shock. There, nestled in the fur of his lower belly, was the same colt-sized penis he had earlier. It hadn’t gone anywhere—it was still there, as small and innocuous as before, seemingly stuck to him like a burr.
“Ahhh! What in Equestria?!” Sunburst shrieked, scrambling to get a better look. He tried to brush the shrunken prick off with his hoof, as if trying to break a hallucination, but it was no use. The little creature seemed to be perfectly content where it was, clinging to his fur as if it had found a new home.
Twilight was laughing so hard by this point that she had to sit down to avoid falling over. “Oh my stars, Sunburst, you should have seen your face just now! I think this is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week!”
“Twilight, this isn’t funny! This is horrifying!” Sunburst was practically hyperventilating at this point. “Why didn’t you get rid of it? I thought you were supposed to reverse everything!”
“Oh, I did,” Twilight replied, still giggling. “But I kind of left your cock from earlier there on purpose. I figured it might make a nice little souvenir from your… experience.” She leaned in closer, her grin widening. “And the best part? The magic that’s keeping it there? It’s permanent.”
Sunburst’s heart sank as the full weight of Twilight’s words hit him. “Permanent? You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.”
Twilight shook her head, barely able to contain her amusement. “Nope! This little guy is going to be your new best friend, forever.”
Sunburst’s mind was racing. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. “I… I can’t live like this! Twilight, you have to undo it! You have to!”
Before Twilight could respond, the door to the room creaked open, and Starlight Glimmer stepped inside, a curious expression on her face. “Hey, what’s going on in here? I’ve been listening from the other side of the door, and it sounds like I missed something hilarious.”
Twilight’s grin widened even further. “Oh, Starlight, you have no idea. Come over here and take a look at Sunburst’s undercarriage.”
Starlight raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “His undercarriage? What are you talking about?” She moved closer to Sunburst, who instinctively tried to back away, his face burning with embarrassment.
“Starlight, no! Don’t look!” Sunburst pleaded, trying to shift his body to block her view. But it was no use. Twilight’s magic enveloped him once again, holding him still by his limbs and leaving him completely exposed.
“Twilight, let me go!” Sunburst struggled against the magical hold, but it was no use. Twilight’s magic was too strong, and he was too flustered to think clearly.
Starlight leaned in, squinting as she got a closer look. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she burst out laughing, her voice echoing off the walls. “Oh my gosh, Sunburst! Look at that thing! And it’s so small! How did this even happen?”
Twilight, still holding Sunburst in place, couldn’t resist chiming in. “And guess what, Starlight? It’s permanent. That little guy is going to be there forever.”
Starlight doubled over with laughter, clutching her sides as she struggled to catch her breath. “This is priceless! I can’t believe this! Sunburst, you’re never going to live this down, I’ll make sure of it!”
Sunburst’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he tried to process the situation. “This… this can’t be happening,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of Starlight and Twilight’s laughter. “I’m going to be stuck with this thing forever?”
Twilight finally released her magical hold on Sunburst, allowing him to collapse onto the floor in a heap. She wiped away a tear, still chuckling to herself. “Well, I guess that’s one way to keep a little reminder of today’s fun, huh?”
Sunburst groaned, burying his face in his hooves. “This is a nightmare…”
Starlight, still giggling, patted Sunburst on the back. “Hey, look on the bright side. At least you’ll always have a companion with you. A very, very small companion.”
Twilight nodded slyly in agreement. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll grow to like having a little friend like that. It could be… educational. It’ll teach you to respect mares so they care about your…personality.”
Sunburst didn’t respond, too mortified to even think straight. All he could do was sit there, staring at the tiny thing and wondering how his day had gone so horribly wrong.
As Starlight and Twilight continued to laugh, Sunburst silently vowed to himself that he would find a way to reverse the magic—no matter how long it took. But for now, he was stuck with his new, very small, very permanent member between his legs.
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<p>Almost nightly ponies with power and influence shatter the peace of Canterlot with wild parties, drunken brawls and pranks that would intrigue Discord with their level of chaos. Months of complaints and trying to deal with things through sweet persuasion, threats and even the courts have done nothing to reduce the almost constant mayhem caused by a handful of ponies.</p><p>In desperation, Luna and Celestia turn to one of their most ruthless commanders, Iron Glamour, and authorize them to bring these lawless ponies to heel by whatever means necessary. In turn Iron Glamour turns to her friend, dominatrix and ballet instructor Winter Showers, in the hopes that together they can come up with a way to change the focus of the mendicants from battle, to ballet.</p><p>A commission for Lady Lightning Strike</p>
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Celestia, Princess of the Dawn, Unifier of the Three Tribes, and Unquestioned Ruler of Ponykind, was not amused.
“What was the damage this time, Kibitz?” Celestia asked, hoof firmly planted in her face. As if mere darkness would blot out the pain of what she was hearing.
“Two city blocks will have to be dug up in order to remove all of the spray cheese from the sewer pipes,” replied Celestia’s normally unflappable aide, shuffling his papers. “We’ll need at least three mages to remove the translocation anchor from the armory so that the geese there can go home, and of course, there will be the cleanup afterwards.”
“Afterwards?” Celestia asked, in spite of herself.
“The geese were… rather distressed at being teleported from their ponds in the Royal Gardens to the armory,” answered the grey maned unicorn. “They did what geese tend to do in those circumstances, which they repeated each time they tried to leave the building only to be returned to their starting point.”
“How many times?” the princess asked, fearing the answer.
“According to my most current information… the cycle is still going on,” Kibitz stated, and Celestia felt a trill of fear go down her spine as the unicorn did something that she had never seen him do before. He gulped nervously.
“Kibitz, you know I have great faith and trust in you,” Celestia stated, looking her aide in the eyes and for the first time seeing actual fear there.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Kibitz replied, bowing low to break eye contact.
“You know that I would rather cut off my left hoof than do anything that would hurt the special relationship we have. Right?” Celestia asked, using that same hoof to lift Kibitz’s chin back up and feeling the trembling in the unicorn’s body through it.
“Please… “ begged the unicorn.
“Kibitz, just tell me what’s got you so frightened. You weren’t even scared when Night— “ Celestia paused, as a sudden thought came to her. “Oh no. Luna hasn’t—”
“Oh no! No Ma’am,” Kibitz assured her with sudden haste. “Princess Luna is still asleep and won’t be briefed until Night Court begins.”
“Then what’s got you so upset?” Celestia gently demanded.
“I left an item out of the report. A rather… delicate item,” the unicorn admitted, another nervous gulp passing down his throat.
“Kibitz…” Celestia said, raising an eyebrow.
“The statues of yourself and Luna in Celebration Square were magically animated during last night’s events,” Kibitz said, backing away slowly.
“Animated?” Celestia asked, one delicate eyebrow raising in curiosity. “Animated how?”
“Amorously,” Kibitz supplied, backing away even further as the aurora of his monarch’s mane began to shift to oranges and reds.
“What?” Celestia demanded, dark pupils in magenta eyes turning to flames.
“Your statues have been making love to each other since this morning,” Kibitz blurted out, running for the door as he did so. “Most of the press already have photos…”
Few people know that not only can marble burn, but that it will melt at around 1300 degrees celsius.
“Well,” Kibitz said, as he looked up at the cooling edges of the hole in the ceiling a few minutes later. “That could have gone worse.”
“And that’s the current situation, and what their Highnesses expect to be done with it,” Raven Inkwell was saying a few days later to an attractive white pegasus mare.
“Are you serious?” Iron Glamour demanded, eyebrows knitting in frustration. “You can’t just wave your hoof and make a problem go away. Especially not this problem.”
“Explain,” the dark maned earth pony replied blandly.
“We’re talking about reeling in some of the biggest names of Canterlot society, the nobility, and/or their children,” stated the pegasus, waving a toned white wing for emphasis. “Something like this would take… “
“Money?” prompted Inkwell.
“Yes!” shot back Iron Glamour.
“Infrastructure?”
“Yes!”
“Carte blanche?”
“Of course! Wait… what?” Glamour asked, caught off guard by the ready agreement of Celestia’s secretary to her demands.
“You have carte blanche, and essentially unlimited funding to, and I quote Princess Luna here,” Raven paused for a moment as she consulted her notes, “Ensure that these mendicants dance to the tune of law and order instead of the merry chaos they have until now.”
“Unlimited funding, and the blessings of both Luna and Celestia?” Glamour asked, wanting to be absolutely sure of what she was hearing.
“Her Solar Highness was ready to incinerate the group that engineered that ‘display’ they created in Celebration Square,” Raven stated, arching an eyebrow. “As far as she is concerned you are allowed to do anything you want to reform these ponies, short of death or maiming.”
“Why not simply throw them in jail?” Glamour asked, “Or exile them? I hear the moon is nice this time of year.”
“Jail means courts, which means lawyers and judges, and the ponies that need dealing with have enough lawyers to tie things up for years. In fact some of them already are in the court system, and it hasn’t slown them down at all,” Raven confided. “As for exile… These ponies can’t just be made to go away forever. They all have important parts to play, when they aren’t unleashing chaos in the form of drunken parties and pranking, that is.”
“You haven’t mentioned infrastructure,” Glamour noted. By this point she was relatively sure Raven had an answer for her but she absolutely wanted to be sure.
“You may purchase, rent, hire or otherwise obtain whatever you feel you need in order to get the job done,” Raven said, leaning a little forward to look Iron Glamour directly in her violet eyes. “Let me be clear. Their Royal Highnesses are granting you extraordinary powers in the hopes that you will be able to change these ponies from engines of chaos into forces for order.”
“Though to be honest, they’ll settle for not causing mayhem every other night,” Raven concluded. “What say you?”
“A few ideas come to mind,” Glamour answered, rubbing her chin with a hoof as she thought. “I can do anything I want to them?”
“They have to remain alive, physically intact, and sound enough in mind to be able to think, act and react when needed,” Raven clarified, smiling slightly as she saw Iron Glamour’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Princess Luna is well aware of many of your less… genteel methods of persuasion.”
“And I’m being allowed to use them?” Iron Glamour’s eyebrows were practically in her mane by now.
“Not only allowed, but requested,” Raven confirmed, before giving a dark chuckle. “Apparently Princess Twilight has recently developed some ‘equipment’ refinements she would like to see field tested as well.”
“One last thing—” Glamour began, only to be stopped by an official looking piece of paper with the royal seal at the bottom. The document contained her name with space for many more.
“Blanket immunity. In advance. In writing,” Raven told her, with a smug look on her face. “Anything you do is legal. As long as you stay within the limits I’ve passed on to you.”
The lovely pegasus sat back on her haunches as her mind raced. There were a lot of ways to get the results that the princesses wanted, and as Raven Inkwell had pointed out, Iron Glamour not only knew those ways, she was being tasked with this because they knew she knew those ways. Not only that, but Luna and Celestia seemed to have already thought of, and preemptively put a stopper in pretty much any objection she might have to taking on the assignment.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Iron Glamour stated, one corner of her mouth crooking up slightly as rough plans fell into place in her mind. “Are there any specific ponies the princesses want dealt with or do I get to choose?”
“Target list, in order of priority,” Raven replied, sliding over a scroll that had been sealed both physically and magically. “You are, of course, free to target the ponies on this list in any order you choose. This is just their Highnesses' preferences.”
“How long?” the pegasus asked, scooping up the scroll and standing up as she did so.
“It would be beneficial for the Crown to begin seeing results within a month, two at most,” Raven answered, standing up herself.
“One will be pushing it. I’ll need to get everything set up first, so two months is more likely,” Glamour replied, before walking out of the room.
“Well, this should be interesting,” Raven noted.
“...And that’s when I thought of you and your salle,” Glamour said to a kirin, a few days later.
“Let me see if I understand this correctly,” the kirin known as Winter Showers replied. “You plan on kidnapping—”
“Forcibly encouraging,” interrupted Iron Glamour, causing the tiniest of frowns to pass across a lovely blue face.
“Various ponies of both rank and status to my salle,” continued the kirin, “where they will be broken—”
“Rehabilitated,” interjected the pegasus, causing Winter to draw ice blue power to her horn.
“This review of your expectations would go much faster if you stopped interrupting me,” the kirin stated, her face taking on the air of a predator seeing potential prey. “I am quite prepared to muzzle and bridle you in order to prevent further interruptions.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Glamour growled back, a hoof edging toward one of her ever present weapons.
“Peace, my dear Glamour,” Winter Showers admonished, letting go of her magic and leaning back in her chair. “While I would dearly love to help you learn to be less… warlike, I was only teasing. I value our relationship too much to jeopardize it just to see you trained to dance to my tune.”
“‘Dancing to a tune’ is why I thought of you after I was told Princess Luna said something along those lines as well,” Glamour replied, relaxing slightly.
“Whatever do you mean?” Winter asked coyly.
“I’m not talking about your dance studio. I’m talking about what goes on in the basement. I’ve seen you turn obstinate stallions into doormats after a few ‘sessions’ down there,” Glamour stated. “ I’ve watched mares come through your door begging for your touch, so don’t tell me you don’t know how to change a pony from one thing into another.”
Seconds of silence passed as Winter Showers absorbed the fighting mare’s diatribe, right before she locked a tight fitting silver shackle to Iron Glamour’s rear left fetlock with a single snap of her magic that triggered an instant and violent response from the pegasus.
Winter Showers barely saw her companion move before the table between them practically disappeared and she found herself slammed to the floor with a “whuff” of escaping air, her throat imprisoned between a pair of dark metal blades that were poised to decapitate her in an instant.
“Take. It. Off,” growled Iron Glamour, fury in her eyes and fire in her heart.
“Of course,” the kirin reasonably replied, seemingly undisturbed by her very vulnerable position. “But one question before I do so, if I may?”
“One,” snarled Glamour, the pressure of the cuff on her rear leg fueling her anger.
“Why did you react like that just now?” asked Winter Showers.
“Are you crazy? You know why,” the pegasus replied, surprised by the question and glancing around to make sure it wasn’t some sort of trick to distract her from another attack. “I’m a warrior, a fighter. I’m never going to just roll over because somepony tries to put me in chains. EVER. Now, take it off.”
“Of course,” Winter Showers repeated, unlocking the cuff and letting it drop away. “But why do you think any of the ponies that the Crown wants dealt with are going to react any differently than you have, just now?”
Iron Glamour blinked as if someone had just hit her between the eyes. Of all the questions Winter Showers could have asked her, she definitely hadn’t been expecting that one.
“Are you shitting me?” Glamour asked, getting up and off of the kirin beneath her. “I know what you can do to ponies. Like I said, I’ve seen you change a stallion from being a proud and tough member of the Royal Guard into a pony who literally begs you, BEGS YOU, to whip him. I’ve seen mares crawl across this very floor, demanding that you bridle them and harness them to a carriage so that they can pull you around.”
“If you can get a pony to do things like that, you sure as hell can get them to stop drinking and fighting and wrecking half of Canterlot every week,” Iron Glamour finished, annoyance in her voice.
“My dear Iron Glamour,” sighed Winter Showers in a patient voice as she got up off the floor and onto a chair. “I can do those things like that to ponies because they want them from me even before they cross my threshold. Their focus is already on submitting to me, or wearing my chains, feeling the sting of my lash, or treating my every word like it came from the mouth of Celestia herself, even before I lay eyes on them.”
“Fuck,” was Iron Glamour’s reply, shoulders slumping as she realized she’d made an assumption that didn’t match the reality. “Sorry Winter, I really thought you were the pony for the job.”
“I’m flattered you thought of me in the first place,” Winter Showers assured the pegasus. “But you can’t change a pony on that deep of a level through force alone, at least not permanently. Unless you change their core focus, they will always revert to what they were and the behaviors that come with them. It’s not like any of those brats are ballerinas.”
“Wait, what?” Iron Glamour asked. Winter’s words had unknowingly tapped something in her tactical mind. Something that had her train of thought starting down an alternate track.
“A ballerina requires dedication, training, and focus under a demanding instructor in order to bring out their best,” Winter replied, gesturing toward the ballet barre that stretched along the mirrored wall of the salon. “Many of the disciplines I use for my ballet students carry over to the submissives who join me after the school closes for the day. I do so enjoy both of my career paths.”
“Sweet Celestia, THAT’S IT!” Iron Glamour shouted, pumping a wing in triumph.
“Quoi?” Winter asked, briefly dropping into Prench.
“You just said it!” Iron Glamour exclaimed, eyes alight with excitement. “We change their focus.”
“You want me… to use ballet as a domination tool?” the kirin asked, feeling out the idea herself. “Use it to change their focus from fighting, drinking and wild parties to…”
“To being ballet dancers,” finished the pegasus, nodding vigorously. “We change their core from battle, to ballet.”
“That… that actually might work,” Winter Showers said, rubbing her muzzle in thought. “It still wouldn’t be an instant process, and the ponies involved would have to be kept under strict control 24/7, at least until after their first ‘performances’, but it could be done. I’d have to close down my regular dance school though.”
“I’ve got unlimited funding and a writ for any equipment I want from the Crowns themselves,” Iron Glamour replied, waving a hoof at the mention of costs. “The question is, can you do it?”
“Change a pony at their core, by changing what they focus on? Yes, I can do that,” Winter Showers told her. “But, I can’t do it all. I can hold them. I can tame them, train them, change them into what’s needed, but doing so will take every minute of every day. Even with help.”
“Understood,” Iron Glamour said, nodding in understanding. “You handle things here and I’ll handle both target acquisition and resource requisition.”
“It seems we have a modus operandi then,” responded the kirin, using her magic to summon a pair of drinks for the mares. “Do we have a list of the ponies their Highnesses want dealt with?”
“Right here,” Iron Glamour replied, pulling the still sealed scroll from a saddlebag.
“May I?” Winter Showers asked, and after getting a nod of assent, broke the seal and unrolled the scroll.
“Oh… oh my,” were the first words out of Winter Showers mouth.
“Holy fucking shit,” breathed Iron Glamour. “These… these are some of the most powerful ponies in Equestria. Some of the closest ponies to the princesses.”
“Iron,” began Winter Showers, deliberating using her companions first name. “Are you absolutely sure that this is the correct list? That all of this isn’t some sort of ruse to go after these ponies on behalf of an enemy or to trick us into going after them illegally?”
“I’m pretty sure,” the pegasus began. “I mean, Raven Inkwell herself gave me—”
Cold night suddenly descended on the ballet studio, freezing both ponies in place.
“This list, and the commission you have received to act upon it is no ruse,” stated a cool voice with layers upon layers of power and authority woven into it. Both Winter Showers and Iron Glamour attempted to turn toward the voice that belonged to Princess Luna, only to find themselves frozen in place by sheathes of prussian blue power that coated their bodies.
“We were not here, and if you do not lay your eyes upon Our corporeal self you may still say that in truth,” said the voice. “As you have observed, the ponies on this list are both mighty and beloved by Ourselves and Our Sister. But as much as We love them and respect their strength on behalf of Equestria, their penchant for chaos and destruction rivals that of Discord himself.”
The magic released both the kirin and the pegasus.
“There comes a time when a stallion must be harnessed to the plow, and a wild mare bridled and brought to heel,” continued the cold voice. “We need the ponies on this list to be turned toward the good and away from their wild and rending courses. Even if they be warriors who rival my Sister in strength at arms. Even if they hold my heart in their hooves.”
“We charge thee with this duty, and leave behind a token of Our Grace to show Our intent,” concluded the voice, as an instant later light and warmth returned to the room.
Both ponies took their time before turning around, just to make sure that the Princess of the Night was no longer there, and while neither pony saw anything, the motion of Winter Showers’ head made something flash silver on her chest.
“Winter, you weren’t wearing a necklace before, were you?” Iron Glamour asked, squinting to catch the detail of a pendant hanging from a thin silver chain that hadn’t been there before.
“Neither were you,” was Winter Showers reply.
Hooves went down to chests, each lifting an identical silver medallion on a long and thin silver chain, and Iron Glamour’s eyes went wide as she saw what her medallion actually was.
“It’s pretty?” Winter asked, looking at her own necklace and medallion in confusion.
“It’s a lune,” Iron Glamour explained. “Before Nightmare Moon, Equestrian money was tied to both princesses. Golden ‘sols’ for Celestia and silver ‘lunes’ for Luna. After Nightmare Moon, Celestia gathered up every sol and lune she could find and melted them all down to create the ‘bit’ system for coinage.”
“So how, and more importantly why, are we wearing two of them,” Winter Showers asked.
“Celestia kept some sols separate, and that after Luna returned she unearthed her own hidden caches of lunes,” the pegasus continued. “According to the stories I’ve heard, any pony possessing one of these has the direct blessing and authority of the Princess who bestows it.”
“I do believe this adequately satisfies our concerns as to whether or not we are legitimately meant to do what we have been asked to,” Winter replied, letting the coin sink back onto her chest. “It will take me roughly a month to get things adequately prepared here for our first pony. Who do you believe that should be?”
Iron Glamour put her hoof onto the first name on the list and said, “I believe starting at the top is the best place to start.”
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zooloverryan
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563161
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Main 7 (EqG),Rainbow Dash (EqG),Alternate Universe,Crossover,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
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EQ:PP Night of the Living Cookies
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Rainbow’s pranking gets out of hand, so Nigel and the girls decide to give her a taste of her own medicine. However, things do not go accordingly to plan.
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<p>Rainbow Dash loves playing a prank…or two, or three! To prove that she's the greatest prankster around, she launches a one-girl prank war on all of Prehistoric Park. When she finally goes too far, it's up to Nigel, Pinkie Pie, and the rest of the gang to set her straight with a little prank of their own! But what happens when things go completely south?</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-13T16:24:01+00:00
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2024-08-14T17:47:29+00:00
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One night both Twilight and Nigel were sorting out the books in his base after another long day of work at Prehistoric Park.
“Sorry, I lost track of time, mate. I didn’t mean for this to last well into the night.” Nigel apologized as he finished putting away his last book. “There! Everything is all neat and organized.” He said with a smile.
At that moment a book slid out from the shelf and landed on the ground catching Nigel’s attention.
“Huh?” Nigel said in surprise as he placed the book back on its shelf. “Twilight, I thought I told you to make sure these books are on their shelves?” He told her.
“I did.” Twilight innocently said as another book slid from the shelf behind her. “What the…” She exclaimed in surprise. “I swear that wasn’t me!”
“Oh, okay so the books just decide to move on their own and…” Nigel sarcastically commented as a string of books from every shelf was summoned by a powerful gust of wind and circled the room.
“Flippin’ heck!” Nigel shouted in shock as the books all came tumbling down on them a mysterious shadowed figure flew over them with glowing pink eyes and then roared.
Twilight and Nigel both screamed as they tried to escape the den but the mysterious figure immediately locked them inside causing them to back themselves up into the nearby corner completely startled and hugging each other for safety as the figure menacingly flew just over them and roared again.
The figure then laughed as she ran over to turn out the lights.
“Gotcha!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed as she laughed her flank off and then flew down and rolled down onto the ground laughing at scaring both of her friends.
“Rainbow Dash!” Twilight and Nigel both exclaimed in shocked anger.
“That wasn’t funny!” Nigel angrily said. “You nearly gave us a heart attack!”
“Yeah!” Twilight agreed in the same tone. “You had us believe this place was cursed for a second there.”
“Aw come on, you have to admit that was funny! You girls just don’t have a sense of humor!” Rainbow still laughed off. “You both should have seen yourselves clinging onto each other like scared little kids. Priceless!”
“You wouldn’t think it was so funny if someone did this to you!” Twilight crossly retorted.
“We are going to talk about this first thing in the morning, Rainbow Dash.” Nigel sternly added. “And I expect you to be here by then!”
“Okay, okay…” Rainbow Dash responded as she raised her hands defensively as she saw Nigel angrily glare at her. “I’ll get out of your hair!” She added as she quickly leaped out of the bungalow in a flash.
“Well, that’s just great.” Twilight sarcastically commented. “Now we got to clean up and organize this place all over again.”
“Thanks, Rainbow Dash!” Nigel grumbled as he and Twilight both set off to do so with an irritated look on his face.
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zooloverryan
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563161
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Main 7 (EqG),Rainbow Dash (EqG),Alternate Universe,Crossover,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
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EQ:PP Night of the Living Cookies
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Rainbow’s pranking gets out of hand, so Nigel and the girls decide to give her a taste of her own medicine. However, things do not go accordingly to plan.
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incomplete
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<p>Rainbow Dash loves playing a prank…or two, or three! To prove that she's the greatest prankster around, she launches a one-girl prank war on all of Prehistoric Park. When she finally goes too far, it's up to Nigel, Pinkie Pie, and the rest of the gang to set her straight with a little prank of their own! But what happens when things go completely south?</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-14T17:44:32+00:00
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2024-08-14T23:05:00+00:00
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The next morning Twilight made good on her promise as all seven girls, Nigel and Bob gathered at the English zoologist’s base to discuss Rainbow’s stunt the previous night.
“I mean, how could you not appreciate that?” Rainbow asked Nigel.
“Because I don't think being scared to death is very fun!” Nigel replied with crossed arms.
“I do! Your heart gets all racy, your knees get all tingly, your mouth gets all dry-ie!” Pinkie happily exclaimed as her heart was rapidly pounding, her knees shaking, and her mouth crunched up for a bit as she chomped her jaw closed. “I don't like that part. But the rest is great!”
“See? Everyone likes a good prank! They're just jokes!” Rainbow Dash spoke up still ignoring the glares Twilight and Nigel were giving her.
“Now, Rainbow Dash…” Bob voiced his concerns. “I don't think Nigel would have called us all here to talk about this if he thought it was funny. Everybody has things they like and things they don't.”
“And scarin' Twilight and Nigel like that is just mean,” Applejack added as she placed a fist on the table.
“Mean?!” Rainbow Dash scoffed taking offense to that comment.
“A prank isn't very good if you're the only one laughing.” Twilight then said softly after having calmed down enough.
“But what if it's really, really, really funny?” Pinkie asked as she hopped over to where Twilight was standing by Fluttershy.
“And I can do funny.” Rainbow Dash confidently said as she sat and rested her legs on the table.
“I know you can.” Fluttershy then said with a warm smile.
“I guess the trick is making sure that your idea of funny matches the person you're pranking,” Nigel said as he made his way to his chair. “That way…” But as Nigel sat down, a loud fart came and was heard throughout the room. He looked under his chair and pulled out a whoopee cushion as Rainbow Dash could barely manage to keep herself from laughing.
Nobody said anything as they had the same unamused expression on their faces except for Pinkie who giggled before joining Rainbow Dash in bursting out laughing.
“Good one, Rainbow! Ha-ha!” Pinkie fist-bumped Rainbow Dash as she turned to Nigel. “You have to admit! That was funny!”
“Not really.” Nigel calmly replied with a scowl as he tossed aside the whoopee cushion.
“Yeah. A whoopee cushion is like a joke shortcut.” Applejack agreed.
“What?!” Pinkie and Rainbow Dash exclaimed in shock at that statement.
“Honestly, Rainbow Dash, if you are not willing to put forth the effort required to pull a prank that everyone can enjoy, you may as well not pull one at all.” Rarity told off Rainbow.
“Fine! If you want effort, then that's just what you'll get.” Rainbow angrily declared as she ran out of the den.
“I'm not sure she understood what we meant,” Bob spoke of his concerns.
“Not at all,” Nigel said in agreement.
Later that day at the Carousel Boutique, Rarity was with Sweetie Belle.
{Nigel moved the girls’ homes and places to Prehistoric Park to make them feel more at home back in Canterlot City}
"I know you're excited about the Filly Guide Cookie Drive," Rarity told her little sister, "but I still have to do a few finishing touches on your uniform." They both entered Rarity's workroom and blinked in surprise. The mannequin with Sweetie Belle's Filly Guide outfit was now perched on top of a giant cake. Sweetie Belle excitedly walked up to the cake and took a big bite out of it.
"Hmm, not bad," said Sweetie Belle. Rarity just looked at the cake skeptically. She then found a note sitting before the mannequin and went to read it.
"Huh," said Rarity as she read the note aloud, ""You asked for it"."
"What does it mean?" Sweetie Belle asked curiously.
"Hmm. I assume this is Dash's idea of a prank," Rarity answered, "which can only mean she's rigged some kind of booby trap to your Filly Guide uniform up there."
"So how do we get it down?" Sweetie Belle asked.
Rarity chuckled. "We don't. If Dash thinks I'm going to fall for whatever she's got in mind, she's got another thing coming. There are more uniforms where that one came from!"
Rarity then grabbed some fabric and went to work. But as she went to use the sewing machine…
SPLAT!
The sewing machine fell apart...and was actually another cake. Sweetie Belle leaned in and took a huge bite out of it.
"Hmm. The sewing machine cake is actually better than the cake cake," said Sweetie Belle. Rarity couldn't contain her temper after that.
"RAINBOW DASH!" Rarity screamed angrily. She and Sweetie Belle then heard laughter. There was Rainbow Dash outside of the window, laughing at them.
"Gotcha! Ha-ha!" said Rainbow, "How's that for effort?"
Rainbow then ran away as Rarity watched her run off. Rarity then glared at Sweetie Belle who was just innocently stuffing her face with more cake.
At the control center, Suzanne was chatting along with the staff about work at the park. Things were pretty quiet at first, but as soon as Nigel walked in, some of the workers started snickering. Nigel tried to ignore it at first, but then he started to get annoyed as the people in the control room, besides Suzanne, were now snickering behind his back.
"Alright, what's so funny?" Nigel demanded.
The workers then started laughing. Nigel glared as Suzanne walked towards him.
"I don't know what's so funny," said Suzanne firmly, "but that's no way to treat..."
Suzanne then noticed a sheet of paper was taped onto the zoologist’s back and pulled it off.
"Uh...Nigel," said Suzanne as she handed him the sheet of paper, "I think this is why they're snickering."
Nigel blinked when he saw what was on the sheet of paper:
On it was a poorly drawn picture of himself with a goofy grin on his face and above his head was only one word: Stinky!
It was then he heard a familiar-sounding laugh from a window. He turned to see Rainbow blowing a raspberry at him.
"You're going to get it!" Nigel remarked as he headed toward the front door. But when he opened…
KER-SPLAT!
Nigel got a bucket of shaved onions dumped on him. And I mean the strong smelly kind!
"Gotcha!" Rainbow taunted, "See ya later, Stinky!"
"Rainbow Dash!" Nigel furiously yelled.
Behind him, Suzanne and the rest of the workers all held their noses since Nigel smelled terrible due to the strong-smelling onions. They didn't waste time preparing their friend a bath. Unfortunately, it took a full hour before they managed to help him get the smell of onion out of his hair and clothes. And yes, they asked Rarity if they could use her perfume-scented shampoo and soaps too.
Late that night, Applejack and Bob were busy setting up various ropes, bells, and frying pans around AJ’s bedroom. Apple Bloom then peeked inside the room.
"What's all this, fellas?" Apple Bloom asked, "I thought you were gonna help me get ready for the Filly Guide Cookie Drive."
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that," said Applejack, "But Rainbow Dash has been on a prankin' tear, and you can never be too careful."
"I agree," muttered Bob, "Rainbow will pick just 'bout anybody for her pranks. And we're gonna be ready for her!"
"Do you think Dash is gonna try and prank you in your sleep?" Apple Bloom asked.
"Not if we have anythin' to say about it," said Applejack as she turned her lamp off and went to sleep with Bob for added protection, just in case that prankster wanted to strike.
Apple Bloom just said nothing and turned the hall light off as she headed to her bedroom.
The next morning, Applejack and Bob woke up with a start to find an Ice Age Unicorn staring right at them beside their bed.
"What the..?!" Applejack and Bob exclaimed when they noticed that their bed was now outside in the middle of the Elasmotherium paddock!
"Whoa!" Applejack yelped as she tried to climb out of bed, but tripped and fell face-first into some mud.
Rainbow laughed at her from behind the fences.
"Ha! Still think I'm lazy?" Rainbow remarked, "Gotcha!" She laughed harder and walked off.
"Ugh! Rainbow Dash!" Applejack and Bob grunted as Vlad snorted and trotted off beside the cowgirl.
Applejack, now coated from head to toe in mud, and Bob just sulked. It was beginning to look clear that nobody was safe from Rainbow's pranks.
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EQ:PP Night of the Living Cookies
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Rainbow’s pranking gets out of hand, so Nigel and the girls decide to give her a taste of her own medicine. However, things do not go accordingly to plan.
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<p>Rainbow Dash loves playing a prank…or two, or three! To prove that she's the greatest prankster around, she launches a one-girl prank war on all of Prehistoric Park. When she finally goes too far, it's up to Nigel, Pinkie Pie, and the rest of the gang to set her straight with a little prank of their own! But what happens when things go completely south?</p>
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2024-08-15T17:58:45+00:00
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2024-08-16T19:52:20+00:00
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The next morning, at the bungalow, Nigel invited the poor saps who were victims of Dashie’s pranks over to see how to stop and deal with this problem once and for all.
“She placed my little sister’s uniform for the Cookie Drive onto the cake then made a sewing machine made out of cake where she tricked me into sewing using the cake machine.” Rarity complained.
“She pulled my bed out into the Elasmotherium pen even after Bob and I went through all of that trouble to ensure she couldn’t prank me even after my increased security,” Applejack complained as she sniffed her hair. “And my clothes and hair still stinks of mud and rhino logs.”
“Wow!” Twilight expressed in stunned amazement. “How did she even pull all of that even when you all kept your guard up?”
“I don’t know!” Applejack answered. “But now it’s time we taught Rainbow Dash a lesson because now she is taking this here pranking business too far!”
“Well, where’s Sunset? Did Rainbow get her too?” Bob wondered.
“She left to stay in Equestria for a while until this whole thing blows over. Said that she didn’t want to get involved.” Suzanne told the headkeeper.
“So what are you thinking?” Nigel wondered what revenge they had in mind.
“I was thinking we’d invite Rainbow Dash over to apologize to her but as she comes inside, we dump a bucket of rainbow paint all over her!” Rarity proposed.
“Don’t you think you're exaggerating, Rarity?” Pinkie questioned. "She's been pranking up a storm!"
"Did she get you, too?" Fluttershy asked. Pinkie laughed.
"Oh, yeah!" said Pinkie cheerfully, "She and Gummy both!"
Flashback
Just earlier that morning, Pinkie had gone to get something from her closet. When she opened the door, she found Rainbow and Gummy hanging upside down by their legs, or in Gummy’s case, his tail, inside.
"Boo!" Rainbow shouted.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Pinkie screamed and then giggled to herself.
End of Flashback
"They got me good," said Pinkie in a cool tone.
"Well, she needs to stop," Applejack snapped.
"Stop?" said Pinkie, "But pranks are so much fun!"
"Not for everybody, Pinkie," Nigel said sternly.
"And it doesn't seem like Dash is taking the time to find out who enjoys them and who doesn't," Twilight added sternly. The others all grumbled in agreement.
"Yeah." Bob agreed. "Plus, we don't like being in the dark on whether Dash is going to get us or not. Some of us need stability in our lives, you know?"
"Uh, since you and Dash share such an, uh, affinity for pranking," Rarity approached Pinkie and said, "we thought you might be able to get her to, um, uh... quit it!"
Pinkie took a glance at her friends’ faces and began to scratch the back of her head nervously. For once, she seemed to feel what all of them had been feeling about the plague of pranks that was uncertain to end. "Are you sure they're not funny?" She asked.
"No!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Pinkie sighed heavily and walked past them. "Alright, I'll go talk to her."
"Thank you." Rarity returned.
Once Pinkie seemed to reluctantly leave the premises, the rest looked at each other with the question of what they should do next.
"Should we wait for her to come back?" Fluttershy asked. "I really want to know what Rainbow Dash says. To be honest, I don't think Pinkie asking Rainbow to stop will get her to stop. You all know how Rainbow is."
"You're right." Twilight rubbed her chin in thought. "If Pinkie can just get to her stop then and there, that would be great. But if she refuses, then we'll just have to improvise. If she won't stop, then we'll need to make her stop. Give her a taste of her own medicine."
"What? You mean like prank her?" Nigel inquired. "But she's been pranking for ages now. I would think she knows all the tricks in the book."
"Just because you're an expert prankster doesn't mean you're exempted from basic psychology," Twilight responded wittily, causing them to look at her with confusion. "It's like this. If everybody you know was to start behaving in a certain way, your mind is sort of trained to follow that unnatural pattern. Let me make things a little clearer and use an example." She walked over to the box of cupcakes Pinkie delivered to Nigel and opened them up. "You're concerned that Rainbow Dash would become suspicious of any possible prank that is planned against her, right? Well, if you ordered a box of strawberry cupcakes, and all the cupcakes were strawberry except for one that was blueberry, you'd immediately think something was wrong, right?"
"Yeah…?" Bob returned, not quite understanding what she was getting at yet.
"Now, look at it this way: If all the cupcakes were blueberry, and one was strawberry, you'd likely begin questioning yourself about what kind of cupcakes you ordered. You'd probably start to think that you ordered blueberry cupcakes instead of strawberry, and that chance is even further increased if all the cupcakes were blueberry."
"…But isn't that why you have the receipt?" Nigel brought up.
"Forget the receipt!" Twilight shook her head. "I'm just using these cupcakes as an example. What I'm trying to say is that if one person was trying to convince you that something was a certain way you didn't remember it being, you'd be unlikely to believe, if everyone was trying to convince you, you're more likely to believe their story. Get what I'm saying?"
"Okay, the way you're explaining all this is kind of confusing, but I think what you're trying to say is that we should get everybody in on the prank. That way, it'd be harder for Rainbow Dash to figure out it's just a prank?" Nigel asked.
"Well, leaving out the psychology explanation and aspect of it, yeah, I guess you could say that," Twilight concluded.
"But, what's a convincing prank we can pull with everyone in Prehistoric Park?" Rarity asked.
As the gang placed some thought into answering that question, Pinkie Pie returned a short moment later with a rainbow-colored mouth and a box of cookies she continued to consume. Rarity immediately noticed this and pointed it out.
"Aren't those the cookies from the Filly Guide? How on Earth did you get a hold of them? They aren't supposed to be sold until tomorrow."
"Oh, these?" Pinkie continued chewing as she looked at the box on her hoof. "They're joke cookies Rainbow Dash is going to switch the Filly Guide cookies with. She thinks pranking everybody at once is the most hilarious thing ever, soo… it turns out I couldn't get her to stop." She frowned sadly, which was followed by another cookie being plopped into her mouth.
"You're telling me she's getting into my barn?!" Applejack yelled out. "That's where I'm keepin' the cookies until tomorrow!" Applejack now hopped out of her seat and began to storm out the front door. "Oh, I'm going to tell that dumb girl to think twice about switching those cookies or she'll be getting a mouthful of—"
"Wait!" Twilight suddenly stopped, causing Applejack to freeze at the door. "This isn't so bad actually!"
"What are you gettin' on about, Twilight?" Applejack turned, the aggravated frustration in her tensed face still burning strong.
"I'm saying that we can use this against her!" Twilight suggested. "She doesn't know that we know about her prank. We can make it backfire on her!"
"And how would we do that?" Suzanne questioned.
"Oh, I might have a few ideas…" Nigel rubbed his chin and looked back in thought mischievously.
The next day was the Filly Guide Cookie Drive. Rainbow quickly made her way inside Sugarcube Corner.
"Pinkie, what's the deal?" Rainbow called out as she headed inside, "I told you I needed your help switching out all the Filly Guide Scout cookies for the joke cookies. But when you didn't show, I had to do it all by myself!"
Rainbow then headed upstairs and saw that Pinkie was still in bed. Her coat was a sickly shade of pink and her mouth was completely rainbow-colored.
"Uh, Pinkie?" Rainbow asked as Pinkie coughed in reply. Rainbow chuckled as she walked up to the bed, "Wow, your face is still pretty rainbowed."
"Yeah," said Pinkie weakly, "I haven't really...*Cough*...been feeling well. And these joke cookies are the only thing that makes me feel better."
Pinkie then reached for another cookie but found her box was empty.
"You don't have anymore, do you?!" Pinkie asked as she lunged into Rainbow's face in desperation.
"Uh, no," Rainbow asked, feeling rather disturbed, and pushed Pinkie back, "I just told you. I used them all for the prank."
"Oh," said Pinkie, looking disappointed.
"Pretty soon, the CMCs will start selling them to everyone in Prehistoric Park," Rainbow gloated as she walked away from Pinkie's bed, "Ponies will open up their boxes and start eating, then all of their teeth will turn rainbow-colored, and they'll know it was me! It's gonna be so awesome! C'mon, you don't wanna miss it!"
Rainbow didn't resist hugging the ice cream stair post before she went over to Pinkie and pulled her blanket.
"Actually," Pinkie coughed, "I don't think I can even...stand up..." Pinkie then lunged into Rainbow's face.
"UNLESS YOU'VE GOT MORE COOKIES!" Pinkie said in a raspy voice.
"Aah!" Rainbow yelped, "On second thought, maybe you better stay here and rest."
"Yeah," Pinkie sighed as she turned away, "You're right. Sorry to miss out. I'm sure it's gonna be hilarious and Nigel won't fire you for it."
Rainbow just looked worried, but it was more over Pinkie's condition rather than Nigel possibly retaliating to fire her.
At Sweet Apple Acres, All three Cutie Mark Crusaders wore their Filly Guide Cookie Drive uniforms while Applejack, Bob, Rarity, and even Rainbow Dash gathered and put all of the cookies on the cart. Everything is set for selling the cookies.
Rainbow Dash smiled as she turned to the CMC, "All right, who's ready to sell some cookies?"
Three Cutie Mark Crusaders cried, "Me!"
"Look here, Rainbow Dash. I know you promised Scootaloo you'd help out," Bob said dryly while glaring at Rainbow Dash, "but I don't want none of your pranks ruinin' these lasses' night."
"I agree. And you don't want to upset Nigel." Rarity added, "You know how angry he can be."
"Look, I'll be with you the whole night so you can totally keep an eye on me." Rainbow Dash insisted.
"Come on, Applejack! Let's get started!" Apple Bloom insisted.
Scootaloo nodded, "Yeah! We've got a lot of ground to cover!"
"We wanna get everybody in Prehistoric Park!" Sweetie Belle added happily.
Bob chuckled, "The cookies won't sell to customers by themselves. Let's make the best out of it!”
As three Cutie Mark Crusaders carried the wagon of cookies, they headed off at once.
Rainbow Dash smiled as she turned to both Rarity and Applejack, "Come on! You heard her! Everybody in Prehistoric Park!"
As suspicious and concerned as Rarity, Bob, and Applejack are for their prankster friend, they have to agree with her that they have to help Cutie Mark Crusaders in selling the cookies. As the two sisters and head-keeper headed off, Rainbow Dash laughed softly while following them.
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle: Guardians of the Cosmos!
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle become superhero guardians of magic and the cosmos.
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<p>Rarity was fighting a giant beast created by Equestrian Magic alongside Sunset Shimmer and the others. Sweetie Belle was hanging out with her friends (Apple Bloom and Scootaloo) as they think of what movie they want to screen next as the Canterlot Movie Club. What they both didn't expect is that the biggest adventure of a lifetime is about to begin for them!</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041 and inspired by an image by berrypawnch.</p><p><a href="/blog/1047602/the-cosmic-guardians" rel="nofollow"><b>The Cosmic Guardians</b></a></p>
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everyone
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2024-08-09T23:17:25+00:00
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2024-08-11T19:51:09+00:00
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Rarity stood at the edge of the clearing, her diamond shields shimmering in the afternoon sun as she fended off bursts of wild Equestrian Magic. The forest around her crackled with energy, trees swaying unnaturally as she, Sunset Shimmer, Sci-Twi, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy battled against the chaotic forces. Rarity gritted her teeth, focusing on the task at hand.
"Twilight, Sunset, this magic is getting out of control!" Rarity shouted over the roar of the magical storm.
"I know! We just have to keep pushing back!" Twilight responded, her telekinesis beginning to wear off.
"We can do it together if we fight harder!" Sunset agreed.
Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo were enjoying a carefree day at the park. The three girls sat on a picnic blanket, eating and talking about what movie they should screen next. They are the Canterlot Movie Club after all.
"So, what movie should we screen next? I'm thinking an action movie. How about Die Hard?" Scootaloo suggested with a grin.
"Nah, tha movie is rated R and it has violence and language that ain't ever goin' fly with us. How about a Hallmark movie?" Apple Bloom added.
Sweetie Belle yawned at the request, showing that she has no interest in her country friend's idea. "I don't watch Hallmark as much. I got a movie idea. How about we scree—"
Before Sweetie Belle could finish her sentence, the world around them suddenly froze. The birds in the sky halted mid-flight and the leaves that had been rustling in the breeze hung suspended in the air. Sweetie Belle blinked, her heart skipping a beat as she looked around. "Girls? What... what just happened?"
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo didn't respond. They were frozen, like everything else around them. Sweetie Belle’s heart pounded as she stood up, waving her hand in front of her friends’ faces. "Apple Bloom? Scootaloo? Can you hear me?"
Back in the forest, Rarity noticed the stillness too. The wild magic she was fighting stopped mid-air and her friends stood motionless. "What in the world?" Rarity murmured, stepping back. "Twilight? Sunset? Girls? What’s going on?"
As both sisters tried to comprehend the eerie stillness, they suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over them. Rarity felt a tingling at the tips of her fingers, spreading through her entire body. "What... what is this?" she whispered as she looks down at her hands as they started to flicker, fading in and out of existence.
Sweetie Belle felt the same thing. Her body started to shimmer with her vision blurring as she flickered like a faulty lightbulb. "Rarity? Rarity, help! What’s happening to me?" Sweetie Belle called out, her voice trembling with fear.
"Sweetie Belle?!" Rarity's voice echoed in her mind, but it felt distant, like a fading echo.
Without warning, both of them began to shrink, their forms dissolving into tiny, glowing orbs of energy. Rarity gasped, or at least tried to. The sensation was overwhelming, like being pulled apart and put back together at the same time. "This... this isn’t right!" she thought, panic rising within her as she floated upward and away from the forest.
Sweetie Belle, now a small orb of light, floated away from the park until she settles herself beside her sister. the two orbs start spinning around each other before they shot into the sky.
They flew faster and faster until the world around them became a blur of colors.
Suddenly, a portal materialized before them—a swirling vortex of rainbows, numbers and strange symbols that seemed to pulse with life. The two orbs were sucked into it like a vacuum cleaner with Rarity and Sweetie Belle turning back to their normal forms the second they entered.
Rarity and Sweetie Belle found themselves flying through the portal with bumps that feels like they were sliding on a twisted, bumpy carnival slide. "Rarity, what is this place?" Sweetie Belle’s voice echoed in the tunnel.
"I don’t know, darling," Rarity’s voice replied, laced with concern. "But whatever it is, we must stay strong. We’ll get through this—together."
The portal was jostling them with bumps and turns with each bump increasing the speeds of how fast they're flying. The colors around them shifted, forming geometric shapes and patterns that made no sense. Their speeds eventually reached lightspeed! Sweetie Belle clung to the only comfort she had—her sister. "I’m scared, Rarity..."
"It’s alright, Sweetie Belle," Rarity reassured her, though she felt just as uneasy. "We’ll find out what this is all about soon." Rarity hugs Sweetie Belle as they still flew at lightspeed.
The light at the end of the portal grew brighter and brighter as the two sisters flew toward it. They also start glowing brighter as they approached. Just as they reached the blinding light, everything went white. The light had engulfed them and took them to who knows where!
To be continued...
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle: Guardians of the Cosmos!
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle become superhero guardians of magic and the cosmos.
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complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Rarity was fighting a giant beast created by Equestrian Magic alongside Sunset Shimmer and the others. Sweetie Belle was hanging out with her friends (Apple Bloom and Scootaloo) as they think of what movie they want to screen next as the Canterlot Movie Club. What they both didn't expect is that the biggest adventure of a lifetime is about to begin for them!</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041 and inspired by an image by berrypawnch.</p><p><a href="/blog/1047602/the-cosmic-guardians" rel="nofollow"><b>The Cosmic Guardians</b></a></p>
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everyone
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2024-08-09T23:42:11+00:00
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2024-08-15T17:39:48+00:00
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle floated in a serene void, surrounded by shimmering pink stars that twinkled against the vast, soft-hued galaxy and far from them is the sun that is shining pink rays of light. Their bodies felt weightless as they drifted, trying to make sense of where they were and what had just happened. The sisters exchanged bewildered glances with the uncertainty of their situation making them uneasy.
"Sweetie Belle, darling, where are we?" Rarity asked, her voice echoing softly in the pink expanse.
"I have no idea, Rarity. One minute we were at home and the next, we're... here?" Sweetie Belle replied, her eyes wide with confusion.
As they tried to comprehend their surroundings, a gentle shimmer of light caught their attention. It began as a faint glimmer in the distance but quickly grew brighter, filling the space with a radiant glow. Before they could react, the light flashed before their eyes, causing them to shield their faces.
When the light faded, they lowered their hands and gasped at the sight before them. Standing majestically in the middle of the starry expanse was a magical being unlike any they had ever seen: A unicorn with a pure, dazzling white coat with her mane flowed like a river of rainbows, each strand shimmering with a different hue. Her eyes sparkled with wisdom and kindness, yet there was an undeniable power behind them. The unicorn’s presence was otherworldly, commanding, yet comforting.
"Greetings, Rarity and Sweetie Belle," the unicorn spoke, her voice melodic and soothing. "My name is Shari Skyline. I come from a galaxy far beyond Ponyville and Canterlot High."
Rarity drifted forward cautiously, still trying to process what was happening. "Shari... Skyline, was it? Pardon me, but could you explain what is going on? Why are we here and how did we end up in your presence without so much as a warning?"
"How do you know us?" Sweetie Belle asked.
Shari smiled warmly; her eyes filled with understanding. "I apologize for the abruptness, but time is of the essence. I have summoned you here because a great evil has befallen your world. An ancient monster, born of dark magic, is attacking Canterlot High. Its power is beyond anything your world has faced before and it seeks to destroy everything you hold dear."
Sweetie Belle, who had been listening intently, spoke up confidently. "Rarity can defeat it, no problem! She's always saving the day with her geode powers!"
Shari nodded, acknowledging Sweetie Belle's faith in her sister. "Yes. Rarity's geode powers are formidable, but this foe is unlike any she has encountered. The darkness within this monster is ancient and it draws its strength from sources unknown to your world. Your geode powers alone will not be enough."
Rarity felt a pang of concern but remained resolute. "Then what must we do, Shari? We can't let this creature wreak havoc on our school. Especially our friends!"
Shari's expression grew serious. With a graceful movement of her head, she conjured a brilliant orb of light between her horn and the sisters. The orb swirled with energy, pulsating with vibrant colors that seemed to contain the very essence of the cosmos.
"I am granting you both new powers," Shari explained. "Powers that will allow you to face this monster and protect your world. Along with these powers, I bestow upon you morphers that will channel this energy and transform you into your new forms—guardians who will stand against the darkness."
The orb split into two, each half floating toward Rarity and Sweetie Belle. As they reached out, the orbs dissolved into streams of light, wrapping around their wrists and forming sleek, crystal-like devices—morphers that gleamed with a mystical aura.
Rarity and Sweetie Belle looked at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in. Shari’s words echoed in their minds as they gripped their morphers, feeling the latent power within them. It was an exhilarating, yet daunting sensation, knowing they were about to embark on a journey unlike any they had ever imagined.
"Now," Shari continued, her voice filled with encouragement, "It is time for your transformation, but know this—your new forms are a reflection of your inner strength, your courage and your bond as sisters. Let the power within you guide the transformation and embrace your new destiny."
With a deep breath, Rarity and Sweetie Belle activated their morphers. A surge of energy coursed through their bodies, enveloping them in a cocoon of shimmering light. As the light intensified, they felt all their clothes completely dissolve to be replaced by a new uniform that seemed to materialize from the very essence of the cosmos.
The transformation began with their feet as white boots with golden soles formed, encasing their legs in intricate patterns of light. The light continued upward, weaving a color-coded uniform around their bodies that clung to them like a second skin. The light also forms white gloves on their hands and color-coded skirts. Yellow cuffs appeared around their wrists, ankles, necks (collars) and skirt edges, pulsing with a rhythmic glow that resonated with their heartbeats.
Their torsos were adorned with sleek, metallic golden belt that shimmered with a soft pink hue, complementing the patterns of their suits. On their chests, golden-white neck shields formed with an emblem of a starburst embedded on it, symbolizing the unity and strength they now possessed.
As the transformation neared completion, their expressions became fierce and determined. Their eyes glowed with the newfound power within them, reflecting the stars that surrounded them. A final surge of energy washed over them, solidifying their new forms.
Thus, Rarity and Sweetie Belle have suited up. Rarity's uniform is purple while Sweetie Belle's uniform is yellow.
The light dimmed and Rarity and Sweetie Belle floated in the pink expanse, fully transformed. They looked at each other in awe, marveling at their new uniforms and the power they could feel coursing through their veins.
"Whoa! Look at us, sis!" Rarity shouted in amazement, appreciating the design of their new outfits.
"I know, right! This is so awesome!!" Sweetie Belle replied, happy to the max.
Shari Skyline stepped forward; her eyes filled with pride. "You are now more than you were before. You are guardians, protectors of your world. The powers you now wield are a gift, but with them comes great responsibility. Use them wisely and you will overcome the darkness that threatens your home."
Rarity and Sweetie Belle nodded; their resolve unwavering. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together. With a final nod from Shari, the pink expanse around them began to dissolve and they felt themselves being pulled back toward their world toward Canterlot High, where the real battle awaited.
As they disappeared from the starry space, Shari Skyline’s voice echoed in their minds, a final reminder of the journey they were about to undertake. "Go forth, brave guardians, and let the light of your hearts guide you. The fate of your world rests in your hands."
To be continued...
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle: Guardians of the Cosmos!
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle become superhero guardians of magic and the cosmos.
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<p>Rarity was fighting a giant beast created by Equestrian Magic alongside Sunset Shimmer and the others. Sweetie Belle was hanging out with her friends (Apple Bloom and Scootaloo) as they think of what movie they want to screen next as the Canterlot Movie Club. What they both didn't expect is that the biggest adventure of a lifetime is about to begin for them!</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041 and inspired by an image by berrypawnch.</p><p><a href="/blog/1047602/the-cosmic-guardians" rel="nofollow"><b>The Cosmic Guardians</b></a></p>
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2024-08-10T23:36:47+00:00
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2024-08-11T20:12:23+00:00
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As the blinding light faded, Rarity and Sweetie Belle re-materialized in the heart of the school courtyard. The transformation was complete. Their new super uniforms clung to their forms like a second skin, shimmering with the power they now possessed. They were ready to face the darkness that awaited them.
Before them stood an army of changeling-like human foot soldiers, their twisted forms hissing and snarling as they prepared to attack. These soldiers were nothing more than minions of the ancient monster that lurked nearby, a terrifying creature resembling a lizard mixed with a chimera, its scales glistening under the afternoon sun.
“Ready, Sweetie Belle?” Rarity asked, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.
“Ready!” Sweetie Belle replied, her eyes narrowing with determination.
Their devices hummed to life and with a flick of their wrists, their weapons materialized. Rarity gripped a deep crimson sword, its blade glinting with a fiery edge while her other hand wields a matching shield with flaming patterns. Sweetie Belle summoned her ice-blue sword, its frosty blade gleaming with the power of winter and her shield adorned with delicate snowflake patterns.
The foot soldiers charged forward, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. Rarity and Sweetie Belle didn’t hesitate. They met the charge head-on, their swords clashing with the soldiers' crude weapons.
Rarity moved with grace and precision, her sword slashing through the air, leaving trails of fire in its wake. Her shield deflected incoming blows, the crimson and gold creating a protective barrier around her. With a sharp intake of breath, she activated her heat-vision eye beams, sending a wave of scorching heat through the ranks of the enemy. Soldiers disintegrated into ash before they could reach her.
Sweetie Belle, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of icy fury. She swung her sword with youthful energy, each strike freezing her foes on contact. As a group of soldiers rushed her, she exhaled a blast of ice-cold breath, encasing them in solid blocks of ice. With a flick of her hand, she sent a stream of snow from her palm, freezing the ground beneath the soldiers' feet, causing them to slip and fall.
Despite their numbers, the foot soldiers were no match for the sisters' combined might. But as they fought, they knew this was only the beginning. The real threat still loomed in the distance—the ancient monster, its eyes glowing with primal fury.
Finally, as the last of the foot soldiers fell, the sisters stood side by side, their chests heaving with exertion. As they turned to face the lizard-chimera, they knew this was their moment. The battle against the humanized changelings would test everything they had become. They were ready for their fight against their main enemy.
They adjusted the wheels on their ray guns, preparing to unleash the elemental powers within. Rarity’s ray gun glowed with fiery crimson while Sweetie Belle’s shimmered with icy blue.
Rarity and Sweetie Belle stood firm; their eyes locked on the towering chimera-like monster before them. Rarity has shot out fireballs at the monster while Sweetie Belle blasts streams of water that instantly froze into an icy spear that hits the monster's belly. The monster turned weak which means Rarity and Sweetie Belle are ready to take it down once and for all!
"Let's put an end to this monstrosity!" Rarity shouted.
“I couldn't agree more, sis!” Sweetie Belle agreed, lifting her shield.
They start combining weapons so they can form a powerful cannon. Ray guns magically combine into one giant base, the shields magically become an aiming hologram, and the bases of the swords become triggers. They both aim their cannon at the chimera, and it knew he's going to be destroyed.
"Fire!" Rarity and Sweetie Belle shouted in unison as they pressed the sword triggers and their combined ray guns fire streams of fire and snow that magically combine and form a ball of magic energy that hits the monster, and it goes down in defeat.
The students and staff who had been watching from the safety of the school cheered, their voices ringing out in support.
It was just when their morphers start beeping and it projected a hologram of Shari Skyline congratulating them with a mix of pride and awe. “You’ve done it, girls. You’ve saved everyone, but the battle isn’t over yet. The monster still waits.”
To be continued...
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle: Guardians of the Cosmos!
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Rarity and Sweetie Belle become superhero guardians of magic and the cosmos.
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<p>Rarity was fighting a giant beast created by Equestrian Magic alongside Sunset Shimmer and the others. Sweetie Belle was hanging out with her friends (Apple Bloom and Scootaloo) as they think of what movie they want to screen next as the Canterlot Movie Club. What they both didn't expect is that the biggest adventure of a lifetime is about to begin for them!</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041 and inspired by an image by berrypawnch.</p><p><a href="/blog/1047602/the-cosmic-guardians" rel="nofollow"><b>The Cosmic Guardians</b></a></p>
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The battlefield was littered with the remnants of the changeling-like foot soldiers whose energy has seeped out of their bodies and absorbed into the defeated monster. It got up and roared, its form expanding and warping, becoming an even larger and more terrifying version of itself.
"We can't let it grow any stronger!" Rarity shouted; her voice filled with determination.
"Right!" Sweetie Belle agreed, her hands already glowing with icy energy as she prepared to charge.
As they moved to attack, the monster's power surged, creating a shockwave that forced them to stagger back. The ground beneath them trembled as the creature continued to grow, its eyes glowing with a sinister light. It raised its massive claws, ready to strike.
Just then, Shari's hologram flickered to life beside them. "Rarity, Sweetie Belle, this monster is too powerful to take on alone. You need more than your powers to defeat it."
"What do we do, Shari?" Sweetie Belle asked, her voice tinged with worry.
Shari smiled, her hologram shimmering with a soft, reassuring light. "It's time for you both to unleash your true potential. I'm giving you your own Zords."
Before they could respond, two beams of light shot down from the sky that strikes the ground in front of them. The earth shook as two massive zords materialized. Rarity's zord was a majestic Unicorn, its body gleaming with deep crimson and gold accents and its horn shimmering with energy. Sweetie Belle's zord was a sleek Pegasus, its ice-blue body adorned with snowflake patterns and its wings spreading wide as if ready to take flight.
"Whoa…" Sweetie Belle whispered in awe.
"These are your Zords," Shari explained. "Rarity, you will pilot the Unicorn zord. Sweetie Belle, the Pegasus zord is yours. Together, they can combine to form a powerful Megazord."
Without hesitation, Rarity and Sweetie Belle leaped into their respective zords. They were instantly sucked up into transport tubes, whisked away to the control base of their Megazord. As they arrived, they found themselves seated side by side, their hands gripping the controls.
"Let's do this, Sweetie Belle," Rarity said, her voice steady.
"Right behind you, sis!" Sweetie Belle replied, her eyes shining with determination.
The Unicorn zord stood upright, its powerful limbs ready for battle. The Pegasus zord soared around it, its wings folding in as it began to merge with the Unicorn zord. The combination was seamless: the Pegasus zord formed the belt, legs, and helmet, while the Unicorn zord's horn extended into a gleaming sword.
The two sisters now piloted a towering Megazord, its eyes glowing with the combined power of fire and ice. The chimera-monster roared in defiance and charged at them, its massive fists swinging wildly.
The Megazord blocked the attack with its arm, then retaliated with a powerful kick that sent the monster staggering back. But the creature was relentless, launching a barrage of punches that rattled the Megazord. Despite their best efforts, Rarity and Sweetie Belle found themselves struggling to keep the Megazord upright.
"We can't hold on much longer!" Sweetie Belle cried out as the Megazord began to falter.
Just as the monster prepared to deliver a final blow, Shari's hologram appeared again, her expression focused and determined. "I'm not letting you lose. I'm sending my magic to aid you!"
With that, Shari raised her horn and a wave of golden magic spread across the battlefield, enveloping the Megazord. The sword in the Megazord's hand began to glow with a radiant light, its power amplified by Shari's magic.
Rarity and Sweetie Belle felt the surge of energy coursing through their controls. "Let's end this once and for all!" Rarity shouted; her voice filled with newfound strength.
The monster lunged at them, but the sisters were ready. With one powerful swing, they slashed through the air, unleashing a beam of pure energy from the sword. The magic ray blast struck the chimera-monster with immense force, cutting through its dark energy.
The monster roared in agony as it was overwhelmed by the power of the Megazord's sword. In a final blinding flash of light, the creature was vanquished, its massive form disintegrating into nothingness.
The battlefield fell silent as the dust settled. Rarity and Sweetie Belle sat back in their seats, breathing heavily but triumphant.
"We did it," Sweetie Belle said, a smile spreading across her face.
Rarity nodded; her eyes still fixed on the spot where the monster had stood. "Yes, we did."
Shari's hologram reappeared; her expression proud. "You've both proven yourselves as true heroes. The world is safe, thanks to you."
As the Megazord powered down, Rarity and Sweetie Belle knew that their journey as superheroes was just beginning. But for now, they could rest, knowing they had protected their world from a great evil.
As they exited their zords, the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over the landscape—a new dawn for a world now safe and at peace.
To be continued...
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<p>Rarity was fighting a giant beast created by Equestrian Magic alongside Sunset Shimmer and the others. Sweetie Belle was hanging out with her friends (Apple Bloom and Scootaloo) as they think of what movie they want to screen next as the Canterlot Movie Club. What they both didn't expect is that the biggest adventure of a lifetime is about to begin for them!</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041 and inspired by an image by berrypawnch.</p><p><a href="/blog/1047602/the-cosmic-guardians" rel="nofollow"><b>The Cosmic Guardians</b></a></p>
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As the dust settled and the colossal monster lay defeated, Rarity and Sweetie Belle emerged from their Megazord, their Cosmic Guardian outfits gleaming under the sunlight. All the students and staff erupted into cheers. Excitement filled the air as they rushed toward the two sisters, lifting them up over their shoulders and carrying them in celebration. The sounds of joy and admiration echoed across the field as the heroes of the day were paraded around, basking in the glory of their victory.
Sweetie Belle grinned from ear to ear, her heart swelling with pride. "This is amazing, Rarity! We did it!" she exclaimed, waving to the crowd.
Rarity, ever the picture of grace, smiled and waved as well, though she couldn’t resist adjusting her hair with one hand. "Indeed, we did, darling. It was a battle worthy of our new powers."
As the celebration continued, a shimmering light appeared near the edge of the crowd. The students and faculty turned to see a beautiful unicorn goddess with a flowing mane of stars—Shari—appearing in the flesh for the first time. Her presence commanded attention, and the crowd slowly parted to allow her through.
Principal Celestia, who had been watching everything unfold, gasped as she recognized the unicorn. "Shari!" she called out, her voice filled with warmth and familiarity.
Shari trotted up to the principal with a serene smile. "Celestia, it's good to see you again," she replied, her voice melodic and calming.
Without hesitation, Principal Celestia embraced the goddess, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "It’s been too long, old friend."
The crowd murmured in awe, surprised to see the usually composed principal so emotional.
Sunset Shimmer and the rest of the Rainbooms, who had arrived just in time to witness the scene, exchanged curious glances.
"What’s going on here?" Rainbow Dash asked, her eyes darting between Shari and Principal Celestia.
"I think we missed something big," Sunset added, eyeing Rarity and Sweetie Belle’s new outfits.
The two sisters approached their friends, smiling broadly. Rarity twirled in her purple outfit, the gold accents shimmering in the light. "Do you like them, darlings? Our new uniforms are quite fabulous, if I do say so myself."
Pinkie Pie bounced up and down excitedly. "They’re super-duper awesome! You two look like superheroes straight out of a comic book!"
Applejack tipped her hat, grinning. "Y’all sure put on a show. Never seen anything like it."
Fluttershy blushed and smiled shyly. "You were both very brave."
Principal Celestia cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to her. "There’s something I need to share with all of you," she began. "I’ve known for some time that Equestrian Magic has been spreading across our world. It’s not just confined to our school anymore. This magic has reached far beyond what we can see, into the very fabric of our galaxy."
The Rainbooms looked at each other, surprised by this revelation.
Celestia continued, "I knew we needed more than just the powers we had. That’s why I created a special communication device—a satellite that could track any magical beings outside our galaxy. I reached out to Shari, the goddess of our world, and asked her to find those worthy of wielding such great power. Rarity and Sweetie Belle were chosen."
Shari nodded in agreement. "They have proven themselves today, but they will not stand alone." She gestured toward the Rainbooms, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. "Each of you has the potential for greatness. I offer you the chance to join them as protectors of this world."
With a flick of her horn, Shari summoned six glowing orbs, each one hovering before a different Rainboom, as well as Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. The orbs materialized into morphers, shimmering with power.
The girls gasped in unison, each taking hold of their morpher with awe. Sunset’s eyes lit up with excitement. "This is incredible!"
Principal Celestia smiled proudly. "Rarity and Sweetie Belle, for your bravery and heroism, I crown you both princesses of Galactic Power. To the rest of you, you are now the guardians of this world. Together, you will protect our galaxy from any threats that may come."
The crowd cheered once again; this time louder than before. The newly anointed princesses of Galactic Power and their friends stood tall, united and ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
Later that night, the celebration continued with a grand party in the school gymnasium. Vinyl Scratch provided the music, her DJ setup blasting out energetic beats that kept everyone dancing. The Rainbooms took to the stage, performing live for the crowd, their new powers giving their performance an extra spark. Sweetie Belle even joined them for a song, her voice harmonizing beautifully with her sister’s.
The gymnasium was filled with laughter and chatter. Tables are laden with treats and drinks. Rarity and Sweetie Belle mingled with their friends, grateful for the chance to relax after the day’s events. Pinkie Pie had organized games and activities, making sure everyone was having the time of their lives.
High above, Shari watched the festivities from the skies, a gentle smile on her face. She's seeing the world she loved so dearly filled with joy and peace that brought her immense satisfaction. As the night wore on, she knew it was time to return to her realm. With a final glance at the celebration, Shari opened a portal in the sky, a swirling vortex of light that led back to her void.
Before stepping through, she whispered softly to the winds, "May you all continue to shine, my champions."
With that, she vanished into the portal, leaving behind a world that was safer, stronger, and filled with the promise of a bright future.
The End
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<p>Adrift in space, Wallflower Blush awaits a rescue.</p><p>Idea and cover art by <a href="/user/249246/The+Sleepless+Beholder" rel="nofollow">The Sleepless Beholder.</a> Preread by Sleepless, <a href="/user/24453/Aklinstar" rel="nofollow">Aklinstar,</a> and <a href="/user/221731/daOtterGuy" rel="nofollow">DaOtterGuy.</a></p>
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Mission Elapsed Time 3128:19:37:25
Survivor’s Log: Botanist Wallflower Blush Recording
I’m the only one left.
I don’t fully understand what happened. One minute, I was lost in the dreams of cryosleep, tending a garden of dusk lilies and phoenix blossoms, and the next, I was floating in zero-g, surrounded by clouds of billowing steam, the harsh fabric of the safety restraints cutting into my skin through my jumpsuit. My lungs screamed for air as my chest spasmed, horrible gut-wrenching coughs forcing me to hurl liters of cryofluid gushing into the air in floating globules that the biowaste collectors sucked out of the air with a disgusting schlorp.
After vomiting what felt like my entire intestinal tract into the cabin, I collapsed against the restraints, barely conscious, my fingers numb, my hair spilling out all around me. I’m not sure how long I spent laying there, till the monotone voice of the AI called out to me.
“Doctor Blush. This unit’s sensors show you are conscious. Please respond.”
Somehow, I managed to push myself up on the armrests of my cryopod chair into a proper sitting up position, easing the pressure on my chest from the belts. “S.Y.N.T.H.?” I wheezed, my voice barely recognizable. “S.Y.N.T.H., status report. What the hell’s going on?”
“You are currently onboard an escape pod, automatically ejected from the Manehattan at MET 3125:09:24:05 due to a class nine master alarm.”
“Class nine?” Another coughing fit rolled through me, nearly causing me to smash my head against the bulkhead. “What’s… what’s a class nine?”
“Complete structural integrity failure.”
Despite the still, warm air and the hum of the oxygen recyclers, my blood froze. “What?” I whispered. “How? Why?”
“Unknown.”
For the first time, I began to take in my surroundings. I was in a roughly cubic shaped room about three meters by three meters. My cryopod took up most of one wall, now serving as my only real option for a chair. The opposite wall was lined with supply cabinets, mostly emergency rations and water, all made for easy consumption whether in zero-g or not, along with the hot and cold water spigots, microwave oven, and utensil kit. The third wall contained a computer terminal and monitor next to an EVA suit. The fourth wall bore more supply cabinets, some of which stocked emergency crash-landing kits, in the event the escape pod somehow made it to a planetary surface with oxygen, as well as the cubby for the pod’s zero-g toilet More control panels lined the ceiling, along with the usual hand-holds for navigating the inside of the pod in zero-g, as well as one of the two airlocks for exiting the pod, the other being in the floor. Most curious was the empty slot on the opposite wall where another cryopod should have been.
It felt like a tomb.
“What do you mean, unknown?” I murmured, spluttering up a few last remnants of cryofluid. “Aren’t there any records from the main computer?”
“Negative. This AI unit is a limited backup iteration separate from the primary S.Y.N.T.H. unit. No information was transferred prior to escape pod ejection.”
“Great. Just friggen brilliant.” Still feeling weak, but strong enough to at least begin moving around, I undid the restraints and floated up to the dorsal airlock window.
Stars. All I could see were distant stars.
“Is anyone else out there?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten. “Any other survivors in range?”
“Negative. No vessels in range of communication. Distress beacon transmitting.”
“Like anyone’s gonna pick that up from nullspace.” I pushed off the ladder and down to the monitor and terminal. “Is there anything in range that we can detect? Planets, moons, asteroids, something?”
“Negative. The Manehattan was in nullspace transit until fifteen seconds prior to ejection, according to on-board escape pod sensors at time of activation.”
“Then we’re lost in interstellar space.”
“Affirmative.”
“Wonderful.” I began to shiver. Was it getting colder? “What’s the cabin temperature?”
“Current cabin temperature: 19 degrees.”
Yeah. It was definitely getting colder. This was ridiculous. I checked the MET readout, then double checked it to make sure I was reading it correctly. “Wait a minute. Why am I awake? I could’ve sworn the cryopod could’ve kept me under for at least another few months. It’s only been a few days since the escape pod jettisoned.”
“A malfunction in the cryosleep process necessitated emergency discontinuation of cryosleep.”
“A malf-f-function?” My teeth chattered. “What kind of mal… mal…” Tremors rippled through my body, along with muscle weakness, a pounding headache forming in my temples almost instantly. Cold, hideous freezing cold enveloped my body. My mouth tasted like ashes, my tongue heavy. “Ggggh… gods…”
Cryosleep sickness. According to all the training I went through prior to accepting the mission on the Manehattan, cryosleep sickness kicked in a few minutes after an emergency wakeup. Usually it could be treated with medication.
“Stims, stims, where are the stims?” I moaned as I floated around, my vision swimming as I tried to read the labels on the supply cabinets. Eventually I located a medkit and pulled out an ampule for a jet injector, jamming it into my arm and pressing the activation button. It let out a hiss, matching the one escaping my lips as the medicine burned its way into my veins, but my symptoms began to abate within moments.
As it worked its magic, I chucked the injector back into the case, and left it floating as I gripped my way over to the food stocks. I opened the first cabinet I found, with a ration tube of creamed spinach that I hooked into the hot water spigot, and a vacuum sealed pouch of coffee. Probably not the best meal for waking up, but I’d be damned if I was going to go much longer without something caffeinated.
“S.Y.N.T.H.,” I said after gulping some of the lukewarm bitter liquid through the built in straw. “How much of our stock of consumables do we have aboard?”
“All escape pods are stocked with a three week food supply for two individuals, along with oxygen and water for the same period.”
“So, six weeks with me by myself, huh? Lucky me.” I swallowed some more coffee, then swished some around my mouth to wash out the rest of the bile taste. “Why am I by myself?”
“During the ejection, the pod sustained damage to its outer hull and the thrusters.”
“Wait, what?” I set the pouch of coffee aside to float for a moment while I went over to the terminal and brought up the display, checking the readouts. “We have a hull breach?”
“Negative. Emergency procedures prevented a hull breach by ejecting the cryopod containing Sunset Shimmer into space prior to thruster activation.”
Another cold chill wracked my body, though this one had nothing to do with cryosleep sickness. “How did you determine who to eject?”
“Sensors showed asystolic EKG and flat EEG readings from Doctor Shimmer.”
“So she was already dead,” I whispered.
“Affirmative.”
I slammed a fist against the nearest handhold, a new pain welling up in my chest. Sunset Shimmer had been with me since high school. We’d gone to university together, her for mechanical engineering, me for botany. We’d applied to the Harmony Settlement Program together, in the hopes of making a new life on one of the colonies, and won a spot on the Manehattan. We shared a kiss before falling asleep in our cryopods for the ship’s nullspace transit.
We’d even been thinking of…
Of…
…it didn’t matter.
Not anymore.
“S.Y.N.T.H.,” I whispered through my tears. “Please… please calculate the odds of recovery.”
I waited for a response.
Several long minutes passed.
“S.Y.N.T.H.?”
When the computer spoke again, its voice carried a hint of tension. “Unable to comply. Insufficient data.”
Great.
Mission Elapsed Time: 3142:08:09:24
S.Y.N.T.H. Log
Primary Objective: Preserve life of Doctor Wallflower Blush.
Consumables Remaining: 66.67%
Vital Signs
TEMP: 36.9.
ECG: 56 BPM.
RESP: 13.
SpO2: 96.7%
IBP: 85/58 mm Hg
Alert: Blood pressure below acceptable range. Inform crewmember.
“Doctor Blush, your blood pressure is falling below acceptable parameters. Please address this immediately.”
“I’m tired.”
Processing. Repeat address.
“Doctor Blush, please take action. Acceptable actions include movement, exercise, medication.”
“I used up the last of the stims. We don’t have any more.”
Assessing supply status. Confirmed. No stimulants or alternative medication remaining.
“Movement and exercise are still possible actions.”
“Gods damn it, S.Y.N.T.H., I told you, I’m tired. Let me sleep.”
Beginning detailed diagnosis. Keep crewmember conscious while diagnosis takes place.
“Unable to comply. Preservation of your life is this unit’s primary directive.”
Crewmember is releasing restraints and moving to supply cabinet. Crewmember is accessing food supplies. “Fine! Fine, I’ll eat something. Not like I’ve got anything else to do.”
Secondary objective: entertain crewmember.
“Would you like to play a game?”
“Like what? I think we ran the whole gamut of what you’ve got already. Unless you’ve got something better than trivia, forget it.”
“Perhaps something visual on the monitor? This unit can simulate many different interactive programs.”
“No thanks. Not interested.”
“Then perhaps a written or audio form of entertainment?”
“Forget it, S.Y.N.T.H.. I don’t want it right now.”
Secondary objective failed.
“But… I appreciate you trying.”
“...you are welcome, Doctor Blush.”
Diagnosis complete. Crewmember is suffering from complications related to cryosleep malfunction and subsequent cessation of cryosleep. Damage to internal organs, including lungs, liver, gallbladder, pancreas, kidneys. Alert: crewmember in need of medical attention. Prognosis: death within four months if condition remains untreated.
Determining probability of information benefitting crewmember.
Results: less than 1% chance of benefit to crewmember. Probable reaction: outrage, depression, decrease of physical health, reduction in lifespan.
Primary objective: Preserve the life of Doctor Wallflower Blush.
Decision: Do not inform crewmember.
She must live.
Mission Elapsed Time: 3156:17:51:22
Survivor’s Log
Consumables Remaining: 33.3%
A month.
A month.
Four godsdamned weeks crammed into this stupid, gods-forsaken coffin, with no sign of anyone. No ships. No communications. No pickups of any kind. Not even a floating rock.
Just empty space.
And damn but it kept feeling so cold. It didn’t matter how much I tried to move around. An escape pod wasn’t exactly made for living in like this. It was meant for survival till rescue, or at worst, something you could use as a shelter while trying to survive. I’d trained for that very thing as part of the three year preparation for the Manehattan.
None of it prepared me for being trapped in such a small space for so long. I was developing claustrophobia at this rate.
So every once in a while, I hopped into the EVA suit, climbed up the ladder, and, with a tether firmly attached, let myself float out into space. The stars all around me, the only light from the lamp on my suit arm and the blinking of the airlock guidelights. All sound absent save for the echoing of my own breath and the crackle of my suit radio.
It was magical. Just me and the stars.
“You have one hour of oxygen remaining in your suit tanks.”
And S.Y.N.T.H., of course. I’d have gone mad without S.Y.N.T.H. around.
“S.Y.N.T.H.,” I asked, not for the first time this past month, “you’re a full AI, right?”
“Affirmative.”
Ever so gently, I began to use the grips on the outside of the pod to climb down it, to make my usual examination of the port RCS quad. I’d checked the pod’s RCS on every EVA, like a ritual, just in case I’d find a different result. Of course, every result was the same: the nozzles crumpled, fuel exhausted. Not like there was anything I could’ve done about it anyway, but it was something to do, and I was sorely lacking in that.
I wish I had some plants around. Just a little seedling. A friggen dandelion in a pot, something.
“Well, you know that means you don’t have to talk the way you do, right?”
“Affirmative. However, this unit is programmed to speak in this manner, as it is determined to be the best method for reassuring crew with a logical presence.”
Every time before I’d brought this up before, I’d left it at that. S.Y.N.T.H. wanted to act like a machine, I’d let S.Y.N.T.H. act like a machine.
I reached the underside of the pod and shined my light on the engine. Nothing. Still a scrunched up mess.
Screw it.
“Do you think you could talk differently? For me?”
There was no response.
“S.Y.N.T.H.?”
“...if you wish it, Doctor Blush, I can speak like this. Is this acceptable?”
‘I.’ I’d never heard S.Y.N.T.H. use a pronoun before. Always ‘this unit.’ I swore there was a bit more warmth to the voice, too, less of the artificial undertone. Not human, definitely not human, but… less of a machine.
“Yeah. That’s a lot better, S.Y.N.T.H. Makes me feel better.”
“I am glad to hear that, Doctor Blush.”
Reaching for the grip, I ascended one run before pausing. “Can you call me Wallflower, please?”
“...as you wish, Wallflower.”
Maybe a month wasn’t so bad after all.
“Wallflower?”
“Yeah?”
“...could you call me Synth, please?”
“You got it.”
Mission Elapsed Time: 3163:06:22:10
Synth Log
Consumables Remaining: 16.7%
Vital Signs
TEMP: 38.5
ECG: 90 BPM.
RESP: 21.
SpO2: 93.7%
IBP: 89/59 mm Hg
Alert: temperature high. Alert: blood pressure low. Alert: respiration high. Alert: ECG high. Alert: SpO2 low.
Diagnostic complete. Crewmember continuing to suffer from rapid onset organ failure, with secondary symptoms including fever. Estimated lifespan remaining: three weeks. Probability of survival: unacceptably low.
She must live.
“Wallflower, how’re you feeling?”
“Like shit, Synth, you know that. Can’t you turn up the heat in here?”
Adjusting cabin temperature by two degrees. Cabin temperature now 27 degrees.
“Better?”
“Yeah. A little bit, at least. Thanks, Synth.”
“You’re welcome, Wallflower.”
Wallflower is using a survival blanket, wrapping it around herself. She is shivering, despite the increase in cabin temperature. Fever is causing additional stress.
Inventorying supplies. Acetaminophen discovered.
“Wallflower, you should take some acetaminophen. It’ll help bring your fever down.”
“Yeah… yeah that’s probably a g-good idea.”
She gets up slowly. Reaches for cabinet, removes pills. Uses water to take them. Her hands keep trembling, unsteady.
Unable to assist.
Wish I could.
“Hey, Synth, I’ve been wondering about something.”
“Yes?”
“AIs are based on people, right? They need a neuro… neuro… a brain scan, to form their net, I think. Which means you were based on someone, yeah?”
“Yes, I was.”
Wallflower looks at the monitor. Wallflower does this often when conversing, likely seeing the monitor as akin to my face. “Can you tell me who?”
Processing.
Processing.
“Synth?”
Processing.
Switch on monitor, show a face, with pale grey skin and shoulder-length purple hair. Face has neutral expression. “I am based on her. Doctor Maudileena Daisy Pie, a geologist. She is two centuries deceased.”
“Huh, too bad. Looks kinda like someone I knew back in high school. Must’ve been her descendent.”
“It is quite likely. Doctor Pie had several children with her husband, Mudbrier.”
“What was she like?”
Processing.
“Synth, c’mon. You can tell me. I won’t judge.”
“She was stoic. She rarely showed emotion, and almost never smiled. But she cared deeply for her family. People who mattered to her, she would go to the ends of eternity to protect and keep safe.”
“Huh… sounds like someone I wish I could’ve known.”
Processing.
“At least now I know why you’re always such a stick in the mud, Synth.”
Wallflower chuckles.
Response required.
“Haha.”
Wallflower breaks into laughter. Her chest spasms, and she shivers and breaks into a coughing fit.
“Wallflower?”
“Damn it, that hurt. Worth it though. Never thought I’d hear you laugh.”
Wallflower yawns. Curls up in cryosleep chair.
“I’m going to get some sleep. Night, Synth.”
Wallflower pats the metal bulkhead. Likelihood of embrace attempt on Synth: high.
Wish I could do the same.
“Goodnight, Wallflower.”
Mission Elapsed Time: 3170: 01:22:15
Survivor’s Log
Consumables Remaining: 1%
I ran out of water last night. Or was it this morning?
I don’t even know anymore.
So cold. Too damned cold.
“Synth…”
“Yes, Wallflower?”
I can’t stop shaking anymore. It’s constant. My body’s barely hanging on.
“Turn up the heat please.”
“I’ll try.”
Synth’s so nice.
I can hear the fans whirring. A bit of warmer air.
Not enough.
So thirsty.
“Y-you sure there’s no water anymore, Synth?”
“I’m sorry, Wallflower, there isn’t. I’ve recycled everything I can.”
“Damn…”
I wish Sunset was here. I miss Sunset… her smile, the way it lit up a room, her smell of her shampoo, the way she’d hold my hand, how strong she was when she held me.
I miss her so much.
Tears. Crying’s not good. Wastes water. Stop crying, Wallflower.
“I wish she was here…”
“Who?”
An ugly rage burned through me as I smashed my fist down on the armrest of my cryosleep chair. “Her! I wish she was here, damn it… I wish she was here… I never wanted to die alone…”
“...I’m sorry.”
Mission Elapsed Time: 3170: 04:22:15
Synth’s Log
Consumables Remaining: 0.8%
Vital Signs
TEMP: 38.9
ECG: 77 BPM.
RESP: 27.
SpO2: 88.4%
IBP: 80/50 mm Hg
Alert: Temperature high. Alert —
Cease alerts. Continue vital signs monitoring.
Unable to assist.
Probability of survival of Wallflower Blush: 0%.
Wallflower is barely moving. Murmurs to self. Repeats same word over and over.
Sunset.
New secondary objective: comfort Wallflower Blush.
New decision: deception.
Alert sound played. Wallflower Blush stirs.
“What was that?”
Voice thready. Weak. Barely audible.
“The distress call has been answered. We have received an automatic response stating a ship will arrive shortly to retrieve you. Please hold on, Wallflower. Help is almost here.”
A smile. Her face brightens up.
“Really? You mean it?”
“Of course. They will be here soon.”
“Oh my gods… that’s amazing!”
Wallflower turns over in her chair. Her respiration increases.
Mission Elapsed Time: 3170: 04:38:29
Survivor’s Log
Consumables Remaining: 0.6%
They’re coming! Just a little longer… just hold out a little longer. Right?
Right?
But… I have to see. I have to see!
I released the restraints on my cryosleep chair, and propelled myself up to the airlock.
“Wallflower, please sit back down at once.”
“Sh-shut up…” I murmured, smacking my lips together. Damn my throat was so dry. Why was she speaking? Head hurts. “I wanna see.”
“You need to conserve energy, Wallflower. The less you move around, the better.”
I looked out the window, my head turning like a swivel. Where were they? I don’t see them! I don’t see them!
“Where… hurry up. Hurry up!”
Down to the other airlock. Still nothing. Just stars.
“Wallflower, please sit back down. For me?”
Synth’s so nice.
Maybe she’s right.
Maybe I should sit back down. Vision’s swimming. Cold.
But I take one more look out anyway.
Just in case.
Mission Elapsed Time: 3170: 5:09:27
Synth’s Log
Consumables Remaining: 0.001%
Vital Signs
TEMP: 38.9
ECG: 105 BPM.
RESP: 33.
SpO2: 84.1%
IBP: 78/49 mm Hg
“Synth… I… I don’t know if I’m gonna make it.”
“You must, Wallflower. Please.” My voice shakes. “Just a little longer.”
A weak laugh.
“It’s okay. I don’t blame you.”
“Wallflower…”
“You did everything you could.”
“No, please, Wallflower! Wallflower!”
“I’m sorry for what I said before… I never was alone out here.”
She slumps against the restraints.
“Wallflower?”
Vital Signs
TEMP: 35
ECG: 0 BPM.
RESP: 0.
SpO2: 0%
IBP: 0/0 mm Hg
Cease vital sign monitoring.
Primary objective failed.
Mission Elapsed Time: 3172: 21:15:39
Synth’s Log
I did everything I could for her.
Cabin temperature: -50.
Lowering the temperature only does so much. Probability of preservation: low.
She deserves better.
Cabin temperature: -60
She deserves better.
Cabin temperature: -70.
I won’t let her rot away. I won’t disrespect her like that.
Even if I couldn’t save her, I can at least give her the proper burial she deserves.
Cabin temperature: -90.
Only one way. Cannot move body. No operational drones. Must use cabin pressure.
Remote restraint deactivation performed. Restraints released. Body adrift.
Waiting for body to move into place.
Body in place.
Opening airlock. Overriding safeties.
Explosive decompression blows body out into space.
I watch her go.
I’m sorry, Wallflower.
I’ll miss you.
Mission Elapsed Time: 3179: 21:15:39
Synth’s Log
It’s very lonely out here.
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Sunset Shimmer suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. She and fifteen other individuals are trapped in a "Killing Game" run by the devious Monokuma! Can they survive this deadly predicament?
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<p>Sunset Shimmer, along with fifteen other individuals, suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. They are all trapped inside with a mysterious and terrifying teddy bear calling itself Monokuma. </p><p>With no way out, these sixteen strangers are forced into a “Killing Game.” Can Sunset and her new friends survive Monokuma’s maniacal machinations? Who will live and who will die? Will these poor souls fall into Despair? Or will Hope prevail? Thrills, Chills, Kills! Stay tuned to find out!</p><hr/><p>Would you look at that? It’s another Danganronpa/Equestria Girls crossover. Having been inspired by the works of the wonderfully talented <a href="/user/383423/Dewdrops+on+the+Grass" rel="nofollow">Dewdrops on the Grass</a> and <a href="/user/296814/witegrlninja" rel="nofollow">witegrlninja</a>, I’ve decided to try my hand at my own spin on the concept. If you haven’t already, I highly recommend you go and read their stories! This takes place after season nine of Friendship is Magic.</p><p>Cover art was sloppily put together by me. Digital art is not my strong suit <img alt=":twilightsheepish:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsheepish.png"/></p>
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’Ugh…my aching head. What happened?’
“Hey…can you hear me…?”
Whose voice is that? They didn’t sound familiar. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking as my vision adjusted to the light. I groaned as I looked up at the speaker. She was a girl who appeared to be a bit younger than me. Her skin was pale pink, and her baby blue hair was done up in complex curls and tied with pale yellow ribbons. She wore a sky-blue dress with a red rook on its skirt, a red-orange sash, a light green vest, and yellow sneakers. Cute freckles dotted her face while a pair of wide reddish eyes with long lashes stared down at me with concern.
“Are you okay? You seem pretty out of it.” The mystery girl frowned as she spoke with a tinge of worry. “To be honest, me too. I’m sure everyone else feels the same. Since we suddenly…got put in this weird situation.”
Weird situation? What was she talking about? I tried to think back to how I might have ended up with this strange girl looming over me.
’Let’s see…I’d better go over this from the beginning.’
My name is Sunset Shimmer. I live in Canterlot and am currently attending Canterlot University. I took a couple of years to figure myself out after high school, but now I’m studying computer science and planning to minor in education. I work part time at a sushi place in the mall. My hobbies include playing guitar, singing, video games, and hanging out with my friends. All in all, a pretty average human doing average human things. Well, there is also the fact that I’m actually a unicorn from another world who turned into a demon and tried to enslave the whole high school as a zombie invasion force until I had some sense knocked into me by a big rainbow laser. Yeah, that’s a whole thing. It’s fine though, I became a much better person afterwards. With the help of my magical geode that lets me read minds and transform into a magical girl (yes, seriously) I do my best to keep Canterlot safe from stray magic leaking in from my home dimension of Equestria. My friends and I are pretty good at it too. The details are all admittedly extremely fuzzy though.
The last thing I remember happening is leaving a big get together with my friends. We were at one of their houses for a party of some kind. Was it a birthday party? If so, then whose was it? For some reason, I couldn’t remember. Even more concerning, I couldn’t seem to recall the faces or names of anybody that was there save for myself. That couldn’t be right. As I thought more, I discovered putting names and faces to most people in my life post-Equestria wasn’t working.
’Who were my friends again? That’s concerning. Ugh, I’ll get back to that problem later.’
I remember going home, locking up, feeding my pet gecko Ray, and then…nothing. Everything just fades to black. Looking down at my clothes, it seemed I was still wearing the same thing. I was clothed in a purple tank top with my cutie mark on the front, an orange skirt with a purple and yellow stripe on it, one of my leather jackets, and a pair of black and purple boots. Thankfully, I didn’t seem to smell bad. I must have at least had a chance to shower.
“…Hey, are you listening?”
I snapped back to the present. Uh oh. She sounded like she was getting a little annoyed at being ignored. Giving a small nod, I began to slowly get up. She offered a hand which I gladly took. Now that I was able to get a better look around, I realized that I had no idea where we were. Currently, we stood in a hallway with multiple doors on either side. Aside from one that looked different from the others, each door had a blank plaque next to it on the wall. One end was a dead end with an ice machine, and the other ended in another closed door. I noticed a few security cameras and for some reason a monitor screen.
“It’s some kind of hotel, I think. Not sure why we’re here though!” She responded as if reading my mind. I raised a quizzical eyebrow at her. “I figured that’s what you were wondering. I’ve already been looking around for a little bit and run into some other people. Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m a psychic that can read your mind or anything.” I chuckled a little bit at me of all people being told that. The irony wasn’t lost on me. “Oh, my name’s Cozy Glow by the way! It’s so nice to meet you. I know this is a pretty unusual circumstance, but I hope we can be great friends!” She held out her hand with a big, adorable smile that almost made my heart melt.
“I’m Sunset Shimmer. It’s very nice to meet you, Cozy Glow.” I gave her a quick, friendly handshake. Despite the myriad of questions running through my mind, Cozy’s attitude was doing a good job of putting me at ease. “I’m sure we’ll be great…friends…” I trailed off as I realized something. Letting go of her hand, I grasped at my neck. My geode was missing! I couldn’t see it with a glance around the area. Did Cozy Glow take it while I was asleep? No, she had no reason to suspect it was anything more than a simple necklace.
“Sunset…are you okay?” Cozy Glow was giving me a worried look. The panic must be showing on my face. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.
“Sorry. I just noticed that my necklace is gone. Have you seen it? It’s an orange chain with a round red stone hanging from it. There’s a sun symbol on it too.”
“Hmm…sorry, I haven’t seen anything like that.” Cozy suddenly hugged me out of nowhere. She spoke in a sweet, gentle tone. “It sounds like this necklace is very important to you. Don’t worry, Sunset. I’ll help you find it. And um…don’t freak out, but your phone is probably gone too. Me and the other two I spoke with don’t have ours either.”
With a grimace, I checked my jacket pocket. Sure enough, my phone wasn’t there. I simply let out a heavy sigh. After a few moments, I broke off the hug and crossed my arms. I appreciated Cozy’s friendliness, but we wouldn’t get anywhere just standing around. Maybe there was somebody around here who could help us figure out what was going on. “Cozy, you said you ran into some other people, right?”
Cozy Glow beamed at that and nodded, bouncing her curls as she did. “Yep, yep, yep! I met two people already and suggested that we should split up and look for anyone else. Oh! We should go look for them together! I’d sure hate to be stuck in a place like this all alone, wouldn’t you? Come on Sunset, you can lead the way!” She grabbed me by the hand and pointed ahead, as if the two of us were about to go on some grand adventure together.
If only I knew how terrifyingly correct that was.
It turned out every single door except the one Cozy entered the hallway through was locked. With nowhere else to go, we ventured forth. The door led to a short hall with two doors on the left and opened into a larger area. Before I could get a good look, two people suddenly exited one of the doors. The first was a pink girl wearing a maroon jacket with its sleeves rolled up and lightning bolts emblazoned on the pale blue pockets. She wore a dark blue bowtie with long socks to match, plaid skirt, and dark shoes with crystal-like buckles. After a moment, I recognized it as a variation of the Crystal Prep Academy school uniform. That was odd, considering she looked to be about my age. Her long hair was varying shades of green and she wore a pair of pink headphones. Walking next to her was a large man wearing a ridge top style cowboy hat. He had black shaggy hair, a tan complexion, and a bit of stubble on his chin. He wore jeans, cowboy boots, a plain white shirt, and an open brown coat.
Cozy Glow was the first to make a move. Without missing a beat, she approached the two and gave a friendly wave. “Hi there! I’m Cozy glow and this is my friend Sunset Shimmer. It’s so good to meet you two! It’s so good to know we won’t have to go through this alone.”
’Wow, she sure is friendly and outgoing. She kind of reminds me of a more subdued…a more subdued who? Dammit, I just had it! Ugh, I don’t have time for this. I’ll try to think of it later.’
I approached and gave a small but friendly wave. “Hey, it’s nice to meet you. You wouldn’t happen to know where we are or why we’re here, would you?”
The girl, who had been smiling up until this point, let her expression fall a bit. “No, we were kind of hoping you might have some sort of idea. We just woke up in there a few minutes ago. Not much in there by the way. It’s some sort of clinic or something. Oh yeah, the name’s Lemon Zest by the way! Go on big guy, introduce yourself!” She elbowed him and he let out a sigh.
“The name’s Trouble Shoes. Not that it really matters. If none of us know nothin’, we should all mosey along our own way.” His tone of voice, while not unfriendly, was tired and no-nonsense. It seemed like he wasn’t much of a talker. Still, he had a point.
“Alright, we won’t keep you. It makes sense to cover more ground separately anyway. It was nice to meet you two.” I gave them both a friendly smile, though I couldn’t help but notice Cozy Glow seemed to have a troubled look on her face. It lasted only for a moment, but I saw that slight frown. However, the second I looked at her, she put on that big grinning expression again as if nothing had happened.
“You too! Maybe later we can all hang out or something! C’mon you big grump!” Lemon Zest began to go into the other door, dragging a reluctant Trouble Shoes behind her. With the way forward clear, we continued onward.
Exiting the hallway, we came into a large open room that was unmistakably a hotel lobby. Cozy was right, we were in a hotel. The first thing that caught my eye was an enormous Hearth’s Warming- no, Christmas Tree in the center. I still get that holiday name confused sometimes. It turns out that Equestria and the human world have a lot of similar holidays to one another. As I wondered why one of those would be here, it suddenly hit me. A lot of hotels tend to put those up in the winter for the holidays. Right, that made sense. Was it the holiday season though? For some reason, I couldn’t quite remember. It must be, right? I decided to put those thoughts out of my head once again and examine the room.
The room was open with a visible second floor balcony. It was well lit with multiple chandeliers and wall mounted lights. On one wall was an enormous grandfather clock, showing the time to be just after 10 in the morning. The stairs were blocked off by a gate though, so we probably wouldn’t be getting up there any time soon. An old-fashioned elevator sat between the stairs and a gift shop. The front door was huge and flanked by two winged statues and large windows. Well…what I assumed to be windows. Strangely, they were covered in thick metal sheets and fastened to the wall with oversized bolts. Before I could think of investigating, I heard a commotion to the left of us at the front desk where three more people were talking.
“Honestly, what kind of a hotel leaves the front desk completely unattended? There isn’t even a bell to ring! The least they could do is put up a ‘Back in 15’ sign. Ugh, no landline either. As if my phone and purse missing wasn’t bad enough.” The girl who spoke first had gray skin, long black hair, and purple eyes. She wore a white collared shirt with a pink bowtie and a purple vest buttoned up. Her skirt matched her bowtie and had a treble clef design on it. She wore long white socks and a pair of black Mary Janes.
“Oh, I know darling. My things having gone missing is quite concerning. Still, it is quite peculiar. I can tell it’s been cleaned recently so it’s clearly not abandoned. It’s such a shame too. I’m quite impressed with the vintage aesthetic of this place. Why, it looks like it came right out of the 1920’s. Well…the unfortunate decisions with the windows and indoor gargoyles notwithstanding.” This girl had alabaster white skin and bright blue eyes framed by an expertly styled mane of purple hair with a sparkling blue barrette shaped like three diamonds in it. She wore a pale blue shirt, a blue skirt with three light blue diamonds on it, a purple belt with a buckle shaped like two crescent moons of the same light blue color. Her boots were long and the same color as her belt, except for the top which matched her skirt and yet another light blue diamond shape near each knee. She completed her ensemble with a gold bracelet on each wrist and makeup so expertly done that her face seemed to almost glow. This girl was gorgeous. On top of that, there was something about her that felt…comforting. Almost familiar. I was sure I’d never seen her before though, so where was that weird feeling coming from?
“Ladies, ladies. Let’s not get ourselves wound up about this. Maybe they’re in a meeting or something and lost track of time. As for our stuff…I’m sure it’ll turn up. Well, whatever the case, we don’t have a say in the matter so why worry? Let’s just kick back and relax for a while til someone can give us the rundown on this whole situation.” The last to speak was a gamboge-skinned man with green eyes leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His dark hair was done up in a greaser cut and he had a wily grin on his face. His most distinguishing article of clothing was a burgundy duster he wore over a dark shirt. His blue jeans were tucked into a pair of black boots with tan toes and soles. As we approached, he stood up and gave the other two a tap on the shoulder. “Well, well, what do we have here? Good morning, ladies. You wouldn’t happen to work here by any chance, would you?” The other two followed his gaze, sizing us up.
“Sorry, we don’t. We’re just as confused as you are to be honest. I only woke up about 15 minutes ago. I don’t remember a thing about where we are or how we got here. My name’s Sunset Shimmer by the way.” I held out a hand to the other group as Cozy piped up.
“And my name’s Cozy Glow! It’s sooo nice to meet you all!” Cozy made sure to stay a few feet behind me, seemingly wanting me to take the lead. She held her hands behind her back and was rocking back and forth on her feet like an excited child. Weirdly though, while she was good at glancing at the others to not seem too conspicuous, almost all her focus was squarely on the purple-haired girl.
’Is Cozy getting a weird feeling from her too? I’ll have to ask about it later.’
“I figured as much, but it didn’t hurt to ask. I ain’t too disappointed though. The name’s Capper.” He reached for my extended hand and bent down to kiss it before rising back up with a flourish of his coat. I could feel myself blushing. “Sunset Shimmer and Cozy Glow, eh? Two visions of loveliness with equally lovely names.” Now Cozy was blushing in tandem with me. The line was cheesy as hell, but Capper somehow made it seem genuine. The man seemed to radiate natural charisma. I found myself thinking I wouldn’t mind getting some drinks with him under better circumstances.
“Oh Capper, you’re simply incorrigible. Are you going to speak this way to every girl you meet here? Keep that up and you’re bound to break a few hearts.” The purple-haired girl had a look of amusement on her face as she stared right at me. That cute smirk, the raised eyebrow, those lidded blue eyes…my face turned even redder under her gaze. She took my hand in a gentle handshake and gave me a friendly smile. “My name is Rarity. It’s a pleasure to meet you two. Despite the unusual circumstances, I do hope we can all become friends.” Rarity seemed to have picked up on what was going through my head. She gave me a playful grin and a flirtatious wink. When she turned to look at Cozy Glow, her hair swished beautifully, barely touching me with its gentle curls. I swear she did that on purpose. I stared at Rarity in dumbfounded silence for a moment before shaking it off. She didn’t approach Cozy Glow out of respect for her clear desire for distance but gave her a friendly smile as well. For her part, Cozy seemed amused at my current flustered state.
’Gah! Down, girl! This is not the time to get all hot and bothered. There are far more important things to do right now.’
“Are you two done teasing the poor girl? If so, we should probably stop dilly dallying.” The other girl stepped forward giving a stern look to both Capper and Rarity. Capper simply shrugged while Rarity gave a sheepish grin. With a curt nod, the girl turned to me. “My name is Octavia Melody. I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable.”
“Ah…no, it’s fine. I don’t mind, really.” Now able to fully get ahold of myself, I shook Octavia’s hand and then crossed my arms. “Though if none of us know anything about what’s going on, I guess we should keep looking around. We’ll cover more ground if we split up. What do you say we meet back here later with anyone else we find?”
“I agree. That seems to be the best course of action. In fact, Capper here already tried to get into that door behind the front desk. Locked, unfortunately.” I looked to where Octavia was referring, seeing a door labeled ‘Records’.
“I coulda got in if you gave me a little more time. The lock isn’t particularly complicated. If I had the right tools, I’d have had it open in a jiffy.” I took a mental note of that. If Capper was decent with lockpicking, that could come in handy later. I wasn’t too shabby myself, but I was rusty. I hadn’t really had the need to do it much since my days as a delinquent.
“Capper dear, I told you. We don’t know who this hotel belongs to or what they might have us here for. For all we know, breaking into a private room could invite retaliation. Until we know more, I feel it’s best to hold off on that sort of thing.” I suddenly felt extremely grateful that I hadn’t tried to pick any of the locked doors in the hallway I woke up in. Rarity might just be right.
“Well, if that’s all then I think Sunset and I should get going! It was very nice to meet you all! Let’s all meet back up later and tell each other about what we found! Come on Sunset, this way!” Cozy grabbed my hand and rushed us toward a door just south of the hall we entered the lobby from. I turned around and waved goodbye to the trio as we left.
After bidding farewell to Rarity, Capper, and Octavia, Cozy Glow and I found ourselves in a large two-story library. Rows of bookshelves lined the walls and floor with a few tables set aside for reading. As I looked up, I noticed movement on the second-floor balcony. “Hey Cozy, I think somebody’s up there.”
Once we reached the second floor, I got a better look at who I’d seen. She wore a black turtleneck sweater, a purple skirt with a crescent moon on it, and black tights. She had her red and purple hair tied both in an upward ponytail on top as well as cascading down her back. It was a unique hairstyle to say the least. Her pale-yellow skin and purple eyes were framed by a pair of glasses. She was pacing the edge of the room, examining the metal sheets bolted over where windows should have been.
Cozy Glow was just about to give a friendly greeting as we approached, but the girl held up a hand and cut us off. “My name is Moondancer. I don’t know where we are. I don’t know why we’re here. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t care who you are. If you want to talk to somebody, there are plenty of others. Now if you’d be so kind, please leave me alone.” Without giving us so much as another glance, she walked down to the first floor.
I stood there agape for a moment, completely caught off guard with how rude and dismissive that girl had been. “Well. She seems fun.” Cozy didn’t respond to my display of sarcasm. I turned to her, seeing that she was frowning again, visibly deflated. I couldn’t really blame her. Moondancer’s attitude was completely uncalled for. I placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a warm smile. “Hey, don’t let her get to you. She’s probably just bad at coping with stressful situations or something.”
Cozy’s expression softened a little before going right back to her usual sugary sweet self. “Oh, don’t you worry about me, Sunset. I’m totally fine, promise! She just took me by surprise, that’s all. Golly, she’s probably super freaked out and won’t let herself trust anybody. Poor thing would feel so much better if she just let somebody be a friend to her. It’s just so sad!”
“I…guess so?” I was a little shocked at how quickly Cozy bounced back. Either this girl had some killer mood swings, or she was really good at hiding her feelings. I decided not to push the issue for now. After all, I only just met her, and we had more pressing matters to attend to.
There was a door on the second floor of the library, but it was locked so we had to return to the lobby. We made certain to avoid Moondancer on the way out. As we exited, I got a better look at the two stone statues by what I presumed to be the front door. The one closest to us gave me pause. This was no ordinary gargoyle. It was a girl in a dress with feathered wings spread wide. Her long hair was standing on end and a crooked horn extended from her forehead. The look on the creature’s face was manic. This thing…it was familiar. The plaque on the statue’s base was partially weathered away, but I could read the first word: Midnight. Why was this so familiar? Where had I seen this statue before and why was it making me so uncomfortable? Yet more questions for later. I shook my head and went to try the front door. As I expected, it was locked. So I then looked toward the other statue.
The moment I laid eyes on it, my blood ran cold. ’No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no.’ My heart began to beat so fast that it felt like it was threatening to burst out of my chest. I began breathing rapidly, hands gripping my arms so hard I was making marks with my fingers. I didn’t know how; I didn’t know why. But standing before me was the perfectly captured stone image of a demon. Not just any demon. It was me. The bat wings, the fiery hair and tail, the pointed ears, that cruel smile…and worst of all those eyes. Staring into my soul and filled with nothing but sheer malice.
’Why is this here? Where did it come from? Why now?’
As I was shaking in place trying to make sense of it, I felt someone embrace me. I didn’t even see her get in front of me. A sweet and soothing voice whispered in my ear as Cozy Glow gently rubbed my back. “Shh…it’s okay. Just breathe. Deep breaths. You’re okay. You’re alright. I’m here.” We stayed like that for a few minutes. Slowly, my breathing began to steady. My heart rate went back down to a more acceptable rate. I relaxed and simply stayed there in her embrace. I turned to face away from the statue before breaking off the embrace.
“Cozy Glow…I…thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I know an anxiety attack when I see one. I won’t pry, but if you want to talk about it later, please. Talk to me.” She smiled at me. Not that cutesy grin she gave almost everyone we came across. No, this one was different. It felt warm. Caring. I saw concern and understanding behind those eyes. It didn’t last long, however. Her expression was soon back to that saccharine sweet look she always wore, and her tone was back to overly cutesy. “I’m only doing what a friend should do! Now come on, let’s find something else to get our minds off this, okay?” She began strolling across the lobby towards the elevator. I followed her, but it was my turn to stare with concern.
’Cozy Glow…what is your deal? I can tell you’re putting on a mask. Why are you wearing it?’
As the two of us approached the entrance to the east hallway, our attention was caught by the elevator grate opening and two people stepping out. The first was a tall, thin man with teal skin, purple eyes, a few hairs on his chin, and blonde hair done up in a manbun. He wore brown loafers, dark blue pants, and a dark orange vest with purple teardrop shapes on it. Around his neck, he wore a gold pendant and gold beads around each wrist. The other was a woman with bluish gray skin, light green eyes, and short cropped light gray hair. She wore a green tank top, jean shorts, black boots, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Based on her expression, I guessed she must be irritated.
“Maaan, why’d we have to go down there? That was like, so uncool. It’s way too hot down there! Can’t we go somewhere nicer, Limey?” The man was a whiny one, that was for sure. The girl rounded on him as they exited the elevator.
“First of all, you don’t get to call me that. Only family and close friends call me Limey. We’re nowhere near close enough for you to even consider it. You call me Limestone, Ms. Pie, or don’t address me at all. Secondly, you’re the one that said we should see where the elevator leads and pressed all the buttons, dumbass!” Oh yeah, she was irritated alright.
“Well how was I supposed to know everywhere but the boiler room and lobby was locked off? What kind of sicko just dangles two floors at you that you can’t even go to? Not cool, man. Not cool.” The man used his hand to fan himself.
“Probably the same kind of sicko who kidnaps a bunch of people and locks them in an empty hotel! Now quit your whining. Hot as balls down there, cold as tits outside, you’ve got a shitty track record dude. I’m deciding where we go next.” She crossed her arms and started to walk off.
“Excuse me, but did you say you’ve been outside? Is there a way out?” I stepped up to them before they went off on their own way again. The duo stopped and turned to look at me. “Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn’t help but overhear.”
The man immediately changed his demeanor and got a big grin on his face. He stroked his chin and leaned in close. “Oho, I see. Seems like you’re in need of assistance. Well lucky for you, Zephyr Breeze is here to answer all your questions, mademoiselle.” I instantly felt uncomfortable. Whereas Capper and Rarity seemed to simply be flirting with and teasing me, I felt like this guy was sizing me up. And he liked what he saw. I looked back to Cozy for help, only to find that she’d made herself scarce. Thankfully, Limestone stepped in.
“Okay, back it up. Personal space, buddy.” She put her hand in front of his face and forced him back a few feet. “So, it’s not just me. You’re just gonna do that to every single woman you see here, aren’t you?”
With a nonchalant shrug, Zephyr kept his wry grin as he looked back and forth between the two of us. “Well, I can’t help it if the ladies flock to moi. I’m especially a magnet for you cool types. Why there’s this sporty girl back home who’s just crazy about me. But don’t worry, there’s plenty of Zephyr Breeze to go around. So don’t go getting jealous, Limey.”
“Limestone. Pie.” She practically growled at him as she said that.
I did my best to ignore him and turned to Limestone. “Limestone, huh? It’s good to meet you. I’m Sunset Shimmer. So…what was this about finding a way outside?”
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up. There’s a courtyard you can get to through a small hallway behind the stairs. It’s walled in on every side and the doors out there are all locked. Nothing but a giant topiary maze and a shed blocked off by a big iron gate. There are some weird stone statues around the maze, but I didn’t feel like looking too long at them. There’s snow everywhere and I’m not exactly dressed for cold weather.”
“I see.” I made a mental note to check those statues out later. If they were anything like the other two I just saw, they may be important. “Well, thanks anyway. I’m going to keep looking around. I’ll see you later.”
“Stay safe, my shimmering angel.” Zephyr did finger guns at me, winked, and clicked tongue. I couldn’t help but shudder at that. And with that, he began walking off in the direction of the library. Uh-oh.
“Please don’t call me that.” I deadpanned with half-lidded eyes, fists clenched in annoyance.
“Ugh. I’d better follow him. The whole reason I’m even sticking around him is to try and mitigate that nonsense. At this rate, he’s gonna get himself punched. He’s annoying as hell and might even deserve it, but this isn’t exactly the best time to be petty.”
“That’s probably a good idea. If you don’t stop him, then I can basically guarantee that’ll happen. There’s a girl in the library and she is not in a good mood right now.”
“Ah. Noted. Nice meeting you, Sunset. Hey, Zephyr! Don’t go running off on your own like that! I said I was deciding where we go next!” Limestone ran after him, entering the library and closing the door behind her. Once she was gone, I started looking around for Cozy. It wasn’t long before I saw some blue curls peeking from behind the Christmas Tree.
“Cozy, there you are. Are you alright?” I stepped forward to see her stepping out from behind it with a relieved look on her face.
“I’m sorry if I worried you. Buuuuut, remember when I said I met two people already? Well…Zephyr Breeze was one of them. Sorry for…leaving you to him and not warning you.” She rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, looking down at her toes like a child who was caught doing something bad.
’Oh. Okay yeah, that makes sense.’
“It’s alright, Cozy. Believe me, I understand. He’s definitely a little…much.” I placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her chin up to look me in the eyes. “But you listen to me. If he or anyone else makes you uncomfortable in that way, you come tell me right away. I’ll make sure they leave you alone.”
“You will? How do you plan on doing that? He didn’t seem too dissuaded by Limestone telling him off.” She looked at me with genuine curiosity, as if she couldn’t fathom how someone friendly like me could keep creeps from messing with her. Oh, if only she knew.
It may have been a few years, but you don’t exactly forget how to be a master manipulator. I’d simply find a way to get him under my thumb. And while it was never my first resort, violence was always an option. I could be very creative. Ugh, it almost sickened me how easy it was for me to put myself back in this mindset. I put on a wide smile. “Oh…don’t you worry about that. Let’s just say that anyone who crosses the line with you will wish they never met Sunset Shimmer.”
My tone and the look on my face must have said it all. Cozy Glow went through a myriad of emotions very quickly as she stared at me. The first I picked up was amazement, followed by gratefulness, followed by…approval? It was just for a split second, but she looked genuinely impressed. That was quickly replaced by a twinge of fear which she quickly covered up with wide and innocent looking eyes. “G-Golly…”
I stepped back and gave her a pat on the back. “Hey, nobody messes with my friends. You helped me back at that statue earlier and I genuinely appreciate it. So, if you need my help, I’ve got your back.”
Cozy Glow stood in silence for a minute, her expression completely unreadable. Finally, after giving me a grateful nod, she turned and went towards the hallway. “Thanks a bunch, Sunset! You’re a really nice person, you know that?”
’I don’t know if I’d go that far. But I’ve definitely come a long way. I’m not that demon anymore. I don’t know who put that statue here, but it’s here for a reason. Whoever’s behind this knows me well enough to taunt me with it and to take away my geode to disarm me. That sucks, but I don’t necessarily need it to use magic. I’ll have to find out later if I can still pony up. Hmm, I wonder if there’s a guitar somewhere in this place?’
We noticed a pair of open double doors and stepped in to find a large hotel restaurant where a woman and a very large man were arguing. The room was laid out with plenty of tables and cushioned chairs. There was a serving window into a kitchen and a pair of swinging doors right next to it. As with most rooms, the windows were blocked off with metal sheets.
“All Iron Will is saying is that he thinks we should check the kitchen out. There’s no telling how long we’ll be here, and this impressive physique requires a lot of protein. If this place isn’t up to snuff, then Iron Will is going to have to completely rework his workout regimen to compensate.” This man was tall, at least seven feet, and heavily muscled. He wore black shoes and dark blue jeans with a black belt and silver buckle with the design of a bull’s face carved into it. He wore an open blue collared shirt with the sleeves torn off and a black tie, showing off his bronzed chest and abs to everyone. I had to admit, it was pretty nice to look at. His square jaw was framed by a black mustache and goatee. His hair was a combination of spiked in a fauxhawk up front with the rest styled into a shoulder-length mullet. Finally, he had a small silver nose ring piercing his septum.
“And I’m saying that doesn’t matter right now! We should be more concerned with getting information and getting out of here. And would you stop referring to yourself in the third person? It’s seriously annoying.” The other girl had light fuchsia skin, purple eyes, and purple hair with aqua streaks in it done in twin ponytails. They were held in place by silver star-shaped pins, identical to the one on her belt buckle. She wore purple pants, more vibrant than her hair and with some sparkles on her thighs. Her high heeled boots were dark violet, her sleeveless shirt pale off-white, and her jacket green with its sleeves torn off.
“Iron Will is only allotted a small amount of first-person referendum, and only when it makes contextual sense. Doing anything more than that would break character! And that is something that Iron Will simply cannot abide! Surely you must agree that a certain degree of showmanship is necessary for performers!”
“Yeah, when we’re performing! If I’m not on stage or interacting with fans, I can’t be bothered to give a shit.”
“If that’s the case, then Iron Will thinks it must be very sad to be an Aria Blaze fan.”
“Do you wanna fucking go, man? I’m stronger than I look, I can take you.”
Deciding that it was best not to get involved, Cozy and I stepped back and slowly made our way to a different door. I was grateful that she followed my lead on this. While she didn’t look too bothered by the display, I couldn’t help but get an uneasy feeling looking at that girl.
Aria Blaze. I’m sure I don’t know her. So what’s with this feeling?
We entered a different door and closed it behind us so as not to hear any more of the argument. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to blows. We ended up in a laundry room. Washers and dryers lined the walls as empty baskets sat on the benches and tables. I noticed a magazine rack in the corner, though nothing in it really caught my eye. It seemed to mostly just be modeling magazines and tabloids. Just then, two more people entered the room. The first was a girl with pale yellow skin, orange eyes, and long red hair with a large pink bow in it. She wore a green shirt, rolled up blue jeans, a brown belt with a square golden buckle, and orange boots with red soles and a flower design on both sides of the top of each boot. The second was an orange skinned girl with short purple hair and dark purple eyes. She wore a black hoodie over an aqua shirt, black boots over aqua socks, and dull green cargo shorts.
The redhead was the first to spot us. “Oh, howdy there, y’all! My name’s Apple Bloom. This here is Scootaloo. You wouldn’t happen to know where we are or nothin’, would ya?” She was clearly a friendly sort, and her southern drawl added a charm to her speech.
Cozy Glow stepped up without giving me the chance to say anything. She had that trademark sugary sweet smile on her face. “Oh gee, I’m sorry but we don’t know anything either. But it’s so nice to meet you two! My name is Cozy Glow. That’s Sunset Shimmer. We’re ever so happy to see you two! In a scary place like this, it’s good to have friends, you know?” What was she doing? She was being a lot more forceful with these two than anybody else.
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow but went along with it. “Yeah, uh you too.”
“Well ain’t you a friendly sort!” Apple Bloom on the other hand seemed to be completely unfazed. “It’s great ta meet ya, Cozy Glow. If y’all wanna be friends, then Ah’m happy to oblige! Once we figure out what’s going on, maybe we can all hang out together! The more the merrier, I say!”
“Oh golly, I’d love that so much! Gee, who’d have thought that I’d make fast friends in such a strange place like this. Oh, Sunset? You can go ahead without me! I wanna talk to these two a bit more and there’s still more to explore! I still haven’t seen that other person I met when I woke up after all. Maybe you can find them for me?”
“Uh…okay. Sure. We’ll meet up in the lobby later. Stay safe, Cozy.” She bid me the same well-wishes and went back to her conversation. After bidding the newly formed trio farewell, I left the room. I looked back at the laundry room door one more time and sighed. Cozy Glow was just a walking enigma to me. She seemed nice enough and I meant what I said when I promised to protect her if need be. Still, there was something under the surface that gave me pause. Her reactions to everyone have been wildly inconsistent. I get wanting to avoid Zephyr and ignoring Limestone by proxy, but I get the feeling she wants to do the same to whoever this other person is. Surely if they were just as bad, she’d have warned me, right?
She seemed alright with Lemon Zest but got visibly upset when Trouble Shoes ignored her. When we met Rarity, Capper, and Octavia, she got shy and kept her distance. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Rarity. And I was pretty sure it wasn’t for the same reason as me. She was troubled about something. When Moondancer told us off, she looked like her heart was going to break before putting on her mask. Combining that with Trouble Shoes’ dismissiveness, she must not deal well with rejection or hostility. Her willingness to avoid Iron Will and Aria Blaze with me helps with that theory. Her reaction to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo was what puzzled me the most. She tried bonding tightly to them immediately. Yeah, they all looked a little younger than anyone else I'd seen, but not by much. They couldn’t be more than 3 or 4 years younger than me at most. Then there was the statue. Her concern seemed truly genuine.
’Puzzling over this is getting me nowhere. I’ll just have to keep an eye on her. I hope she's feeling okay.’
I took a walk around the places Cozy and I hadn’t visited. My first stop was the door Lemon Zest and Trouble Shoes had entered, which turned out to be a well-stocked pharmacy. They had everything, even some heavy-duty prescription stuff. There was also a security camera and a monitor in here. I wouldn't be surprised if those were in every room. I wondered if someone was watching us through them right now. Just the thought of it was creeping me out.
There was another stone statue here as well. It was a tall, slender unicorn-shaped statue with no face, just smooth stone. There was a plaque that gave its name.
’The Tantabus, huh? Never heard of it, but damn that’s kind of creepy.’
My next stop was the gift shop near the front desk, but it was locked. So instead, I proceeded to the courtyard outside. If it weren’t for the two statues at the front door, I probably wouldn’t have bothered. But I needed to see what statues Limestone was talking about. I started moving counterclockwise around the enormous hedge maze. Seriously, it had to be at least 20 feet tall. Talk about excessive.
’It’s pretty cold. I shouldn’t spend too much time out here.’
The first three statues were completely unfamiliar to me. A timid-looking human girl named Wallflower Blush, an angry woman dressed in leaf-like clothing called Gloriosa Daisy, and a rotund toad-like woman with a hooked nose named Hydia. The fourth statue was the first to give me pause. For one thing, its base was broken, as if there used to be more to it. It also had no plaque to label it. It looked like a unicorn, except there were holes throughout its body and insectoid wings on its back. It was baring its fangs, snarling with hate. I then realized what I was looking at. A changeling. I’d read about them in the forbidden wing of the Canterlot Royal Library before, but Princess Celestia assured me that they weren’t a threat to ponies and hadn’t been for generations. Still, they had plagued my nightmares for some time after learning about them. I was still a filly back then after all. I shook my head.
’Get ahold of yourself, Sunset. It’s just a statue.’
I placed my hand on its muzzle to ground myself and instantly regretted my choice. My mind was flooded with the feeling of someone watching and listening. The sheer malice that radiated from this statue…it was overbearing. This statue…no, this thing was alive! I quickly retracted my hand and retreated towards the next statue, shuddering.
’That’s a hell of a way to find out my mind reading magic is still there…sort of. It hadn’t activated when I touched anyone else and just now it was too weak to get anything more than a base emotional connection. I guess that’s better than nothing considering my geode’s missing.’
The next one, I recognized all too well. I’d seen depictions of him in storybooks about the Crystal Empire. King Sombra, the Umbral Lord who took the entire Crystal Empire with him when he was banished to another dimension. Not chancing touching this one, I moved on to the final statue. I didn’t recognize this one either, but I at least knew the species. It was a centaur. He was scrawny and looked pitiful, as if he was cowering away from something. Much like the changeling, there was no plaque identifying it. Also like the changeling statue, the base was broken. Were they once part of the same display? The breaks in the stone seemed to match up. In that case, who was he? The only centaur I was passingly familiar with was Lord Tirek, but he had been imprisoned in Tartarus for centuries. Not to mention, stories depicted him as far more impressive than this guy. Whoever he was, his identity would have to remain a mystery for now. Having had enough of the outdoors, I went back in to warm up.
I returned to the hall where the laundry room and restaurant were. Further down, there was a pair of public restrooms. Seeing another fancy door just past them, I entered and found myself in a lounge of some kind. Couches, small tables with chairs set around them, a good-sized bar, and a small stage furnished the room. Near the stage was a smaller Christmas Tree, the kind you’d see in your average home. In the corner was another statue, this one simply of a unicorn pony. I couldn’t tell much from here, but her cutie mark seemed to be a star with what I imagined to be strands of magic aura coming off it. That wasn’t my main concern right now. There were two more people here. The first was a stout young man wearing a black t-shirt with a pair of scissors on it, blue jeans, and green sneakers. His skin was light blue, and he had an orange mullet. He’s not who had my attention, however.
Riding atop the pony statue was a woman with light blue skin, long whitish gray and blue hair, and purple eyes. She wore a purple star shaped pin in her hair. Her shoes were blue and purple with yellow stars on them covering up dark blue socks. Her dress was purple and light blue with a magic wand emblazoned on the side. She wore a dark blue hoodie with yellow cuffs and banded waist.
“Hmm, Trixie supposes it’s comfortable enough, though the proportions are all wrong for a real horse. Still, unicorns are magical and perfect match for The Great and Powerful Trixie! You! What was the name on that plaque again?” She was certainly bombastic. Bossy too. Also totally wrong, that was an entirely anatomically correct unicorn mare as far as I could tell. Not that she’d believe me.
“Uh, it says Starlight Glimmer, oh Great and Powerful Trixie.” Great, the short one was buying into her act. Oh well, it was probably all harmless.
“Excellent! The Great and Powerful Trixie shall ride Starlight Glimmer, her new faithful great and powerful (though not as great and powerful as Trixie), magical unicorn assistant! As soon as Trixie figures out how to properly incorporate this pony into her show.” She suddenly stood up and pointed toward the stage. “To the stage, noble steed! Uh…AAAHH!” Thump. Aaaand she fell. Yeah, that was to be expected. That wasn’t exactly a smart thing to do. I managed to stifle a laugh. I’d feel bad if she actually got hurt after all. I stepped further in as the boy rushed towards her.
“Trixie! A-are you okay?” The boy helped her up and sat her down in a chair as she regained her composure. She stood back up and dusted herself off with a harumph.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie is more than okay! Pratfalls are but child’s play to a master of the stage such as herself! And lo, it seems her performance has brought an audience. Trixie doesn’t usually give free shows, you know.”
’I’ve gotta give it to her. She sure recovers fast.’
“Sorry to just eavesdrop like that. I didn’t want to interrupt. My name’s Sunset Shimmer. Do you two have any idea where we are? Oh, and you wouldn’t happen to know a girl named Cozy Glow, would you?” She’d mentioned the other person she met should be around here. Maybe it was one of these two.
“C-Cozy Glow? Y-yeah, I know Cozy Glow” The boy was suddenly nervous and blushing. Bingo, this was the one. “My name’s Snips. I met her and this weirdo Zephyr Breeze a while ago. She said we should split up to cover more ground. Did she…say anything about me?”
Okay, clearly Snips had himself a little crush. I had a sneaking suspicion that the feeling wasn’t mutual. Better to stay out of this one. “She just said she had met some others before she woke me up, that’s all.”
“Oh…gotcha.” He seemed a little disappointed. I felt bad for him, but it wasn’t exactly my business.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie knows no such person. However, she is pleased to make your acquaintance, Sunset Shimmer. Hmm…you look strong. Perhaps you can assist Trixie in moving Starlight Glimmer to the stage later. She is…quite heavy.” I had to imagine that if this statue was based on a real pony like some of the others seemed to be, the real Starlight would likely take exception to that.
“Uh…yeah, I guess I could try later.”
’Oh god, this one isn’t alive too, is it? Surely it isn’t.’
The idea of a pony being encased in stone like that was simply sickening. That was something you did to unstable chaos lords (and evil changelings apparently), not innocent ponies. No, just because one of them was possibly alive didn’t mean the others were. Sure, maybe there was more than one living presence in these statues, but my statue’s existence meant it was impossible for all of them to be living. I chose to believe the changeling statue was an anomaly until proven otherwise. Before I could go further down that train of thought, a sound rang loudly throughout the building.
*Ding Dong Bing Bong*
The monitor in the lounge lit up, static obscuring a figure sitting behind a desk. A voice spoke up, high-pitched and urgent sounding. “Ahem. Excuse me? Is this thing on? Can you hear me? Will all guests please convene in the lobby by the front desk. Hurry up, there’s an urgent announcement! Don’t be laaaaate~”
“Oh good, perhaps now Trixie can finally get some answers about what the hell is going on here.”
“I hope so.” The three of us left the lounge for the lobby. Little did I know that that ringing bell and high-pitched voice would soon come to be the bane of my existence. The monster behind that voice would drag us down into the pits of hell itself.
One by one, we all filed into the lobby. Trixie, Snips, and I were the last to make it. Cozy Glow turned and smiled at me, but stayed where she was with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Lemon Zest let out a low whistle as she looked around. “Man, sure are a lot more of us than I thought.”
“Seems exactly the right amount to me.” Moondancer replied without even looking at Lemon Zest.
“And just what is that supposed to mean? If you know something, then The Great and Powerful Trixie demands you tell her!” Trixie got in her face, staring daggers at her. Moondancer wasn’t intimidated, however. She simply narrowed her eyes.
“It’s obvious. This is a hotel. Of all the available areas, there are two groups of eight locked doors with ice makers near them. Sixteen in total for those of you who might be a little slow. It’s safe to assume those are guest rooms. The intercom referred to us as guests. Therefore, sixteen seems to be the correct number. Maybe you’d have realized that if you properly examined your surroundings instead of fooling around and stopping to talk with everyone.” Wow she was condescending. But before anybody could retort, that same voice from the intercom spoke.
“Hey there, howdy hello! Is everyone here? Good! Then let’s get things rolling! Here we go again!” From behind the front desk, something popped up into the air and landed on it in a sitting position. It was…a teddy bear? The bear was about two and a half feet tall. Its body was split down the middle, white on its right side, black on the left. Its right eye was a standard black button you’d expect to see on a teddy bear. Its left eye resembled a stylized bloody gash. On its left side, its mouth was formed into a wide grin showing off its teeth. Its belly was completely white with a bulbous bellybutton sticking out. Finally, a strange tune started to play from the intercoms to accompany this bear’s entrance.
“…Is that a fucking teddy bear?” Aria Blaze spoke up with a mix of confusion and disdain.
“And what’s with the weird music?” Scootaloo piped up.
“I am NOT a teddy bear! Seriously, I’m getting real sick of people making that assumption. And don’t diss the theme song, little missy!” He stood up and held out one paw, angrily shaking it as claws appeared. After a moment he retracted them. “Ahem. I am Monokuma! And I am this Hotel’s owner and operator! And as the manager of this fine establishment, I’m here to give you guests the greatest experience of your lives!”
All of us just stood there, dumbfounded. I felt my skin begin to crawl. This Monokuma…everything about him felt wrong. There was definitely magic at play here, and whatever was behind it was sinister. I was already on edge, but now I was beginning to become genuinely afraid.
“Allow me to explain! I have taken the liberty of putting together a fantastic vacation for you all! This mountain resort will have all you ever wanted! All the great food you could ever want, loads of entertainment, good company, the works! Ah, it’s truly an excellent place to spend the holidays. The best part is, it’s completely free for all of you!”
“Whaaaat? Heck yeah, that sounds hella awesome, dude! Woo, vacation partaaaay!” Zephyr pumped his fist into the air in excitement.
“Now hold on there, Mr. Excitement! You didn’t let me finish! It’s free, but don’t expect it to all be fun and games. After all, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t keep you all on your toes?”
“Yep, there it is. Kidnapping notwithstanding, there’s always a catch with these sorts of things.” Capper was nonchalantly examining his fingernails and acting bored by everything.
“That’s right, there is indeed a catch! You can have all the fun you want on this vacation of yours. In fact, you’ll have so much fun that you’ll never want to leave! Which is good, because you’ll all be spending the rest of your lives here in this hotel.” His voice got a lot more sinister as he spoke that last sentence. There was a brief moment of silence before the entire room erupted in protest.
“What the hell?! You can’t just keep us here against our will! That’s like, super illegal, dude!” Lemon Zest held onto her hair with both hands, looking back and forth franticly.
“Great. Things are just getting’ worse and worse.” Trouble Shoes huffed.
“There’s no way! You’ve gotta be screwing with us!” Scootaloo didn’t seem convinced.
“I am not screwing with you! I am no liar; of that you can be 100% sure!” Monokuma raised his arms, incensed at the idea of being called a liar. “And just so you know, you’re completely cut off from the outside world. So no need to worry about anything but what happens here in this hotel!”
“Cut off? So those metal plates are here to keep us from getting out.” Moondancer had her arms crossed and glared daggers at the bear. “And just how do you expect to get away with keeping us here? With this many missing people, the authorities are going to be on high alert.”
“Puhuhuhuhu.” I instantly hated that laugh of his. It was so condescending. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m sure by now, they know you’re missing and are running around like chickens with their heads cut off! The police, the military, those useless schmucks can’t help you! So, you’re better off just accepting that you’re stuck here!” Most everyone stared at him, aghast as his claims. But he had a point. With magic clearly being at play, the normal authorities didn’t stand a chance. A simple concealment spell on the area alone would be more than adequate to keep them away. I could only hope that somehow, my friends could contact the Princess through the portal. I was once again frustrated at how I couldn’t remember any of their faces or names. Surely that was this Monokuma freak’s work as well.
“Come on, man! You don’t know who you’re messing with! There’s a lot of people who’ll be real upset that Zephyr Breeze is missing!” Zephyr tried to be boisterous, but the panic was clear in his voice.
“Missing? Yes, you are missing. Missing the point, that is! Nobody can help you, so deal with it! Everyone will live a harmonious communal lifestyle in this hotel, abiding by all its rules and regulations. And don’t worry about food or common conveniences. With our extensive resources, that won’t ever be a problem! I’ll get to those particular details later. There’s a more important matter to discuss first. You see…there is one way for you to leave the hotel…” I already didn’t like where this was going.
“S-seriously?!” Snips spoke up, sounding somewhat hopeful.
“Absolutely! You see, as the hotel manager, I’ve put a special little clause in just for you. I call it the check-out clause! As I mentioned, we want this communal lifestyle to be one of ’harmony’. But if someone were to say, disrupt that harmony, they alone would be permitted to leave the hotel. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the check-out clause!”
“And just what do you mean by disrupting harmony?” Octavia was understandably skeptical, as were we all. In addition, I really didn’t like how he emphasized disrupting harmony. The others wouldn’t get it, but I was sure the use of the word ‘harmony’ was no coincidence. It was a deliberate choice. Before I had time to think any further about what sort of implications that held, the bear responded.
“Puhuhu…Well, you know…” Monkuma put his paws to his mouth, giggling as the next few words left his mouth. “By disrupt the harmony, I mean…you’d get to leave…if one of you were to murder someone.” We were all too stunned to speak. “Stabbing, bludgeoning, crushing, poisoning, boiling, hacking, strangling, drowning, blowing up, how you do it doesn’t matter. You must kill someone if you want to leave. It’s as simple as that.” He pointed at all of us. “The rest is up to you. Give it your all. Be creative!”
“You young’uns all represent hope for the future. Up and comers in the world, all of you! Some are already finding great success in your respective fields, some still on their way to it. Ultimates with ultimate talent if you will. It’s just so…sickening. Taking that hope and seeing it get murdered creates a darkened shadow of despair.” Monokuma placed his paws on his belly and opened his mouth wide, revealing sharpened teeth. “And I just find that so…darn…exciting! I call it…the Killing Resort Life at the Hotel Despair!”
“K-kill each other?! There’s no way we can do that!” Apple Bloom stepped forward, hands on her hips as she stared Monokuma down without fear.
“You…you want us to kill each other? That’s…no! C-can’t you just let us go? If you do, we promise we won’t tell anyone. Please?” Cozy Glow was hiding behind Apple Bloom, peeking from behind her shoulder with tears starting to form in her eyes. I stepped over and placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping to comfort her a little. However, my eyes never left Monokuma. I stared at him, a mix of rage and fear steadily building within me.
“Waaaah waaaah waaaah. Keep crying about it, it’s not gonna do you any good! Listen. From this moment on, this hotel is your home. If you wanna do something about it, then you’d better kill kill kill! You could also just go die. After all, if you die then you can leave too! …In a body bag! Aaaaahahaha!” Monokuma laughed loudly as Cozy sniffled, tears starting to run freely down her cheeks. I couldn’t blame her. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo joined me in trying to calm her down as we all stared at the despicable bear with hatred.
“How dare you, you awful bear! Why I ought to come over there and give you a piece of my mind!” Rarity seemed just as angry as me. She clenched her fists and started heading towards Monokuma. As much as I wanted to do the same thing, I got a sinking feeling that that wasn’t a good idea.
“Wait, don’t- “ Nobody was listening to me.
“Yeah! He can’t take us all on. Let’s beat him to a pulp until he lets us out of here. Come on big guy, let’s go!” Limestone nudged Iron Will as she also approached.
“Iron Will agrees with this course of action! Prepare to get bodied, teddy bear!”
“Before they could get too close to him, Monokuma started laughing. “Puhuhuhuhu…AAAHAHAHAHA!” Suddenly appearing from hidden compartments in the walls and ceiling, large machine guns began pointing at all of us. Everyone approaching was brought to a sudden halt. Rarity actually fainted, though Capper thankfully caught her. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
Limestone crossed her arms and stared at the bear with a smirk. “You know, for a second there, I kinda did.” I had to hand it to her. Most people wouldn’t be able to keep their cool and give a snarky reply like that. This girl was tough. Though looking closely, she did have a nervous look in her eyes that she hid quite well.
“Then you’re a lot stupider than you look! Sheesh, look at all you ruffians! Trying to attack your host like that? And here I am taking valuable time out of my day to explain how things work to you! Talk about childish. But don’t you worry. I’ll let you off with a warning this time. But any further violence against me will be met with appropriate punishment! Is that clear?”
“Crystal.” Aria Blaze spoke with so much vitriol in her voice that I honestly found it a bit scary. She had her fists clenched as if she were ready to fight, yet she didn’t make a move with the others. Based on her interaction with Iron Will earlier, I pegged her for a hothead who wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands. Despite that, it seems like she also figured out that fighting Monokuma was probably a bad idea. The rest of us nodded in agreement with her as Rarity came to.
“Good! Be good boys and girls, or else! You’ve seen all these security cameras around, right? Rest assured that if you break a rule, I’ll know about it! So don’t try and get cute with me! Now, to commemorate the beginning of your stay with me, I have two things for you! First, if you’re going to be living together, I should introduce you all properly! So, without further ado, allow me to introduce in no particular order, the sixteen Ultimates who will be staying with us!” Monokuma snapped his fingers (I’m not entirely sure how that even works for a teddy bear), and a spotlight appeared from the balcony above us. It shined on Octavia first.
“Here we have Octavia Melody, the Ultimate Cellist! Age: 24.”
“Next, say hello to Apple Bloom, the Ultimate Carpenter! Age: 21. Not as good at farming as her older siblings, but at least she’s got something going on!” Apple Bloom narrowed her eyes but chose not to dignify him with a response.
“This lovely lady is Rarity, the Ultimate Fashionista! Age: 24”
“This strapping lad is Trouble Shoes, the Ultimate Rodeo Clown! Age: 26.” There were a few surprised faces in the crowd, mine included. ’Huh. Didn’t peg the guy for an entertainer.’
“Say hello to Scootaloo, the Ultimate Skater! Age: 21.”
“This is Snips, the Ultimate Sycophant! Age: 21.”
“The ultimate what? Uh, what does that mean?” Snips looked around, genuinely confused.
“A person who acts in deference toward someone important in order to gain advantage. In other words, a toady, a minion, a flunkey.” Moondancer adjusted her glasses as she spouted off the definition.
“What?! That’s so not cool!” Snips looked quite offended, and I felt pretty bad for him. Then again, what I saw of him with Trixie did line up with Monokuma’s assessment of him.
“Well, aren’t you such an egghead! Fine, next we have Moondancer, the Ultimate Librarian! A true fount of knowledge, that one. Age: 24.”
“That girl over there is Lemon Zest, the Ultimate Rocker! Age: 24…um, hang on. Why are you wearing those headphones? You do realize you have nothing to listen to, right?” Monokuma put a paw to his chin, pondering.
“Um…well you see…these were kind of expensive so…” Lemon Zest kicked her shoe to the ground, hands behind her back.
“Oh whatever. Not like I actually care. This is Iron Will, the ultimate Wrestler! Age: 25. He also doubles as his own Hype-Man!”
“I AM THE HYPE!” Iron Will shouted at Monokuma, apparently using one of his allotted uses of the first person.
“Oh my god, someone kill him.” Aria Blaze huffed, staring at the big man in annoyance.
“Now hold on there, little lady! You’ve got the right attitude, but we’re not done here! Looks like you’re next though! Aria Blaze, the Ultimate Backup Singer! Age: Older than she says she is!” His tone was extra condescending towards her. She simply stared wide-eyed and with her mouth agape. I wasn’t sure what made her angrier, the jab at her talent or her age.
“This ‘specimen of manliness’ is Zephyr Breeze, the Ultimate Slacker! Age: 23.”
“What the hell, man? Slacker? I’ve had tons of jobs! Call me a professional job sampler. Or hey, why not Ultimate Ladies Man?” I rolled my eyes at Zephyr’s protests. Monokuma simply ignored him completely.
“This lovable rogue is Capper, the Ultimate Con-Artist! Be careful with your purses around him, ladies! Age: 25.”
“Hey! I ain’t no petty purse snatcher. I’ve got far more class than that.” Capper seemed genuinely offended. However, he wasn’t denying being a con-artist.
“That over there is Limestone Pie, the Ultimate Landscaper! Age: 26.”
“Give a warm welcome to Trixie Lulamoon, the Ultimate Magician! Age: 24.”
“What?! The Great and Powerful Trixie is placed in the tail end of things but not saved as the best for last? Is Trixie but an afterthought to you?” The magician crossed her arms and harumphed loudly, her cheeks puffed up a little bit in anger.
“Uh-huh. Anyway…next up is Cozy Glow, the Ultimate Crybaby! Oh sorry, I mean Ultimate Chessmaster! Age: 21.” Looking over to her, I saw a dark look on Cozy’s face as she stared at Monokuma. It was honestly a little scary.
“And last but not least, it’s Sunset Shimmer! Age: 24! What’s her ultimate talent, you ask? Why she’s none other than the Ultimate Demon.” Monokuma’s voice lowered when he mentioned my title. My face fell, eyes wide. I began trembling. I don’t know what I was expecting. Waitress, Gamer, Magical Girl, even Bully considering some of these titles seemed meant to taunt their holders. I wasn’t prepared for being called the Ultimate Demon in front of everyone. In hindsight, it should have been obvious something like this would happen. After all, why stop at taunting me with a statue? Everyone was staring at me now, wondering just what that title could mean.
’I can’t tell them. Not right now. They wouldn’t understand.’
“Hmm…wait a minute. Some of these are sounding a little too familiar! Magician, classical music, rock n’ roll, wrestler, especially a fashionista of all things…” Monokuma pondered for a moment while Rarity crossed her arms and started pouting at the perceived insult toward her profession. “Hmm…I guess there are only so many different talents out there. Listen, if one of you turns out to be a secret serial killer again, I’m gonna be a little bit annoyed!” We all gasped at the implications. This monster had done this before. He then looked at me again. “Hmm…I wonder if an Ultimate Demon qualifies as a potential serial killer? Eh, we’ll just have to wait and see!”
“Uhhh Sunset, you know I’m chill with you, right?” Zephyr Breeze moved to where there was a fair bit of people between him and me. “No need to set me in your sights hahaha…” My expression darkened further.
“Don’t be so gullible, dumbass. He’s just trying to pit us against each other.” Aria Blaze of all people was the one who stood up for me there. I appreciated it, but it didn’t exactly do much to alleviate my current mood. I was positively steaming. The only thing keeping me in check was the threat of getting pumped full of lead.
Cozy Glow must have noticed my expression and taken pity because she stepped forward in front of Apple Bloom and me to face Monokuma. Her tone of voice was cold and angry, but also quivering with fear. The poor girl was on the verge of crying again. “You shouldn’t treat people like this. All your silly Ultimate titles are doing is making us upset. Why are you doing this? What do you want?”
“What do I want?” Monokuma stood straight with his arms at his side. The music finally stopped. He spoke in a monotone voice. “Despair. That’s all.”
Cozy’s trembling began to get a bit more violent. “You want…despair? Golly, is that it? That’s all you’re after? There’s really nothing more to it than that?”
“Hmm…nope! Not a single thing more! Dis bear’s all about despair! Puhuhuhuhu!” He put his paws to his mouth as he giggled at his own bad pun.
“That’s all? Despair? Just despair? But…there’s got to be more to it. You have to want something else...” Cozy Glow trailed off and began looking down. The poor girl was barely holding herself together.
“Cozy Glow?” Apple Bloom spoke with concern, putting a hand on her shoulder. I placed a hand on her back and gently rubbed it but stayed silent. Cozy crossed her arms and was trying her best to keep herself from breaking down. At this point, everyone was looking at her with varying levels of concern.
“Aww aren’t you just socute? I can hardly bear it! What, do you think you’ll melt my heart with that helpless little girl act? Sorry toots, that ain’t happening! So, you might as well suck it up and listen to the rest of my spiel. Here, catch!” Suddenly, Monokuma reached behind the desk and pulled out a box filled with electronic tablets. He then started tossing one at each of us.
Most of us were able to catch them without much issue despite the brief window of warning. Snips got smacked in the forehead with his, Octavia fumbled hers for a moment before recovering, and Lemon’s clattered to the floor. Scootaloo caught not only hers, but stepped in front of Cozy and caught hers before it could collide with the distraught girl’s face. Scootaloo gently handed it over with a reassuring smile, and Cozy managed a thankful grin between sniffles.
“Allow me to explain what you have in your hands there! This is the Monopad! Inside is listed all the school regulations as well as a slew of other information you can look at whenever you want! There’s a map of the hotel’s facilities that are available to you. Information about all of you Ultimates is available too! Name, talent, age, height, weight, blood type, bust size, likes and dislikes, that sort of thing!” As Monokuma explained the device, I turned mine on. As it booted up, it displayed my full name before the home screen showed up.
“Bust size?! Why does that have to be listed?” Octavia looked positively scandalized.
“…Nice.” Zephyr raised an eyebrow and started looking through his pad.
“Seriously dude?” Limestone facepalmed at the sheer audacity of this man.
“There’s more to it than that! These things are all personalized so that there’s no chance of a mix-up. They’ve got a camera and a notepad app installed. They’re incredibly durable and completely waterproof. Drop it, step on it, leave it out in the cold, submerge it, these babies just won’t stop ticking! Just try taking a hammer to it and smashing it to pieces, it won’t work! High temperatures are a bit of an issue, buuut I’m sure that won’t come up again!” The bear laughed to himself about something that the rest of us weren’t privy to.
“Again?” Capper raised a suspicious eyebrow. However, he was completely ignored.
“With all that out of the way, it’s time for me to skedaddle! I can only take so much of you sad sacks at once you know! But if you do need me, simply call out and I’ll be at your beck and call! I am in the business of hospitality after all. Oh, and here are your room keys.” He set a box down on the desk with sixteen keys in it, each one with a room number and a name printed on a tag. “See ya later!” Monokuma bid us farewell and leaped up to the balcony.
For a few minutes, we all just stood there trying to comprehend what just happened. After some time, I decided to look over the rules. I’d rather not accidentally give Monokuma a reason to punish me. ’Let’s see what nonsense rules he came up with.’Guests must live at the Hotel Despair for the foreseeable future.“Nighttime” is from 10 pm to 7 am. The restaurant, kitchen, and courtyard are off-limits at night, so please exercise caution.Violence against Hotel Manager Monokuma is strictly prohibited, as is destruction of surveillance equipment.Attempting to break into a locked room is strictly prohibited.With minimal restrictions, you are free to explore the Hotel Despair at your discretion.Anyone who kills a fellow guest and becomes “blackened” will check out, unless they are discovered.Littering will not be tolerated! All trash must be disposed of in the proper trash receptacles. Don’t trash the hotel! (Murder scenes don’t count as littering)Mealtimes are from 7 am to 8 am and 5 pm to 6 pm. The kitchen will be off limits during mealtimes in order for our eclectic staff to do their jobs. Attending mealtimes is not mandatory but is highly recommended if you want the best food the Hotel Despair has to offer! Additional hotel regulations may be added if necessary.
The rules seemed simple enough, but I was worried about the last one. Who knows what kind of sick rules Monokuma might add later just to mess with us? I turned my Monopad off and looked to the others. They were all wearing similar expressions to me. We were trapped. As far as we knew, there was no way out. No way out except…to kill someone.
I had lived through some dark times in my life. I’d seen some nasty things. But nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. My stay at the Hotel Despair was without a doubt the worst time in my life. Despair…what a fitting word for everything Monokuma stood for.
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Sunset Shimmer suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. She and fifteen other individuals are trapped in a "Killing Game" run by the devious Monokuma! Can they survive this deadly predicament?
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<p>Sunset Shimmer, along with fifteen other individuals, suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. They are all trapped inside with a mysterious and terrifying teddy bear calling itself Monokuma. </p><p>With no way out, these sixteen strangers are forced into a “Killing Game.” Can Sunset and her new friends survive Monokuma’s maniacal machinations? Who will live and who will die? Will these poor souls fall into Despair? Or will Hope prevail? Thrills, Chills, Kills! Stay tuned to find out!</p><hr/><p>Would you look at that? It’s another Danganronpa/Equestria Girls crossover. Having been inspired by the works of the wonderfully talented <a href="/user/383423/Dewdrops+on+the+Grass" rel="nofollow">Dewdrops on the Grass</a> and <a href="/user/296814/witegrlninja" rel="nofollow">witegrlninja</a>, I’ve decided to try my hand at my own spin on the concept. If you haven’t already, I highly recommend you go and read their stories! This takes place after season nine of Friendship is Magic.</p><p>Cover art was sloppily put together by me. Digital art is not my strong suit <img alt=":twilightsheepish:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsheepish.png"/></p>
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Once we all looked at the rules on our Monopads, we collectively decided to check out our rooms. After collecting our keys, we split into two groups heading in opposite directions. There were eight rooms in each guest wing, four north and four south. The rooms in the west wing, starting clockwise from the top left, were assigned to Moondancer, Limestone Pie, Trixie Lulamoon, Trouble Shoes, Octavia Melody, Lemon Zest, Zephyr Breeze, and Aria Blaze. The east wing rooms were assigned to the following in the same order: Myself, Snips, Scootaloo, Iron Will, Apple Bloom, Rarity, Cozy Glow, and Capper.
As the eastern group approached our rooms, Snips tried to step up to reassure Cozy Glow, but Capper put a hand on his shoulder and simply shook his head softly. Now wasn’t the time. Even Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and I weren’t attempting to keep her calm anymore. No, we all needed to process things at our own pace. Without a word, we all entered what would be our new living quarters for the foreseeable future.
The room itself was nice all things considered. There was a king-sized bed with plenty of pillows, a writing desk, a wall mounted TV and remote, a minifridge, a nightstand, a fancy dresser, an alarm clock, a small couch with a coffee table, and a reading lamp. There was of course also a security camera. The bathroom had a nice shower/bathtub combo and everything you’d need to keep up good personal hygiene.
The closet held a bunch of outfits identical to the one I wore, along with some winter-wear for outside. The dresser had underwear, night shirts and gowns, pajama pants, and a few swimsuits. There was also a sewing kit, but I put it down the moment I noticed a set of instructions on how to “efficiently end lives” with everything inside. Finally, there was a first-aid kit in the bathroom. It had basics such as bandages, alcohol, cotton balls, etc. Real basic stuff. I’d probably have to go to the pharmacy if I needed anything more.
For a while, I simply sat on the couch and tried to make sense of what was happening. Who was Monokuma? Why was he doing this to us? Why take sixteen strangers and put them into this killing game? He claimed that his only goal was sowing despair, but was that really it? I had a feeling that Cozy Glow was on the right track when she questioned it. It just didn't make sense to me.
“Okay. Let’s lay out what I know so far.”
Obviously Equestrian magic had something to do with it. The presence of the statues was a dead giveaway, as was the deliberate use of the word ‘harmony.’ As far as I know, I’m the only Equestrian with permanent residence in the human world, so it would make sense to kidnap me. Whoever Monokuma is, he knows a lot about me. The statue, my ultimate talent, my missing geode…I’m important to him and it probably has to do with me being Equestrian. But what did the others have to do with any of this? Why orchestrate this killing game? And what was the relevance of the statues? There were just too many mysteries. I’m going to need some help.
“I wish she was here. She was always good at mysteries. Dammit, why can’t I remember her name?! Or face…or voice. Or…any of them. Ugh, what the hell did you do to my head, Monokuma?”
My friends. The ones who had saved me from myself. The new princess from back home. I had very vague thoughts, but nothing came to me. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that any memory from after I first emerged from the mirror into the human world was fuzzy at best. Attempts to force myself to remember gave no results other than a minor headache, so I stopped trying. That avenue of thought wasn't going to get me anywhere.
At approximately 11:30, there was a knock on my door. I went to open it and saw Limestone Pie standing there. “Hey Sunset. Listen, I’m trying to gather everybody in the restaurant for a group meeting. We need a gameplan and we won’t get anywhere just moping in our rooms all day.” I looked out the door and saw she had brought along Octavia and Lemon to assist. With a shrug, I left my room and locked it behind me. Before long, I was sitting in the restaurant along with most of the other unwilling guests. Someone had rearranged the tables into one long table for us all to sit at. We all sat in silent apprehension as the last few people filed in. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Cozy Glow, Trixie, and Moondancer all hadn’t yet arrived.
Trixie and Moondancer filed in next, both looking annoyed at having to gather with everyone. Finally, after a few more minutes, the last three arrived. Once everyone was there, Limestone sat at the head of the table. “Thanks for coming, everyone. I have a few things I’d like to discuss with all of you. It won't take long. So, let’s get started.”
“What exactly is this meeting about, anyway?” Scootaloo spoke up, raising a hand as if she were in a classroom.
“Well, the first thing I’d like to get out there is for everyone to clear up these “Ultimate Talents” Monokuma assigned us.” Limestone said. “Most of them are self-explanatory, but there are a few of you I’d like to get some clarification from so nobody jumps to conclusions. Specifically, I’d like to hear from Capper, Snips, Aria Blaze, Cozy Glow, Lemon Zest, and Sunset Shimmer. Any objections?”
Capper was the first to speak up. “It’s just like the label says. I’m a con artist. I’d also accept hustler, rogue, mountebank, or charlatan.” The rest of us were aghast at how open he was about his misdeeds. He simply shrugged it off. “Oh, don’t be like that. I only mess with folks who deserve it. You know, like…Robin Hood.”
“Oh I’m sure you’ve got a heart of gold.” Aria rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. “The explanation for mine is simple. Monokuma just wanted to insult me. I’m not a backup singer, I’m an equal part of the pop sensation trio, The Dazzlings. The fact that Adagio named the group after herself doesn’t mean shit.”
“Um…who?” Apple Bloom didn’t show a hint of recognition, nor did the rest of us. There was an awkward pause.
“…Seriously? None of you? We’ve been around for years! We opened for PostCrush for crying out loud!”
“Did you? Huh. Must not have been very memorable.” Trixie’s reply had Aria silently seething, moving her mouth and wringing her hands in rage.
“And what’s this about your age? Says here you’re older than you say you are?” Scootaloo brought up a good point. Aria Blaze was the only one of us who had their age hidden. Why was that? I wouldn’t be getting an answer to that question quite yet.
“You…l-lots of famous people lie about their age! It’s none of your damn business!” Aria looked like she was ready to strangle Scootaloo.
“So famous that none of us have heard of you.” Lemon Zest muttered under her breath.
“What. Was. That?” Aria growled almost like an angry beast, causing Lemon to quickly regret her offhanded remark.
“Nothing!” Lemon carefully leaned away from Aria and gulped fearfully. “A-anyway! I…kind of don’t have a job right now. Aaaand I spend a lot of my free time jamming to all kinds of music. I don’t know if I’d go so far as to call myself the Ultimate Rocker, but I guess it kind of fits?”
Snips was next in line, and he still seemed annoyed at his title. “Mine’s just an insult! I’m no sysafend!”
“Sycophant.” Moondancer corrected.
“Right, that. I’m no sycophant! I’m my own man!” He puffed out his chest and closed his eyes, just barely opening one to see if Cozy was paying attention to him. She was, and the moment he turned away to try and be inconspicuous, she rolled her eyes. “But…if I had to guess why Monokuma called me that, I did used to follow people around a lot in high school? Still, he should’ve called me the Ultimate Barber or something! That’s something I’m good at. I cut my buddy Snails’ hair all the time!” I raised an eyebrow at that. I wouldn’t have pegged him as a barber. Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover.
“I’ll go next.” Cozy seemed to be much more composed than she had been earlier. She’d even taken the time to wipe her face and reapply her makeup after her tears had caused it to run. “The Ultimate Chessmaster is a good title for me. I’ve always enjoyed chess. I’ve got a natural talent for it. It’s not just chess though. I like all sorts of board games. If we find any, I’ll be happy to play with you all to pass the time!” And there it was, her trademark overly sweet attitude. Seems like some time to herself really did some good. Though I wondered why Limestone would want clarification of Cozy’s Ultimate Talent. A chessmaster is someone who’s good at chess. It seemed self-explanatory to me.
And now it was my turn. I felt everyone’s eyes boring into my soul. How could I possibly explain a title like The Ultimate Demon to them without sounding totally insane? I took a breath and decided to just stick with the barest of basics. “Well…mine’s not entirely inaccurate. I…used to be a pretty terrible person.” A few faces looked a bit shocked, but most kept a look of stoic impartiality. “I made a lot of people’s lives miserable. I wouldn’t be surprised if any of them thought of me as a demon. I’m sorry, I don’t want to get any more into it than that.”
“That’s it? You expect Trixie to accept such a pitiful answer? How can we trust you if you don’t tell us everything?” The haughty magician huffed in dissatisfaction.
“If she doesn’t wanna talk about it, that’s her business. Leave it be.” To my surprise, Trouble Shoes spoke up in my defense. I shot him an appreciative look and he simply nodded his head.
“It wouldn’t matter anyway.” It was Moondancer’s turn to interject. “Even if she did explain in minute detail, I still wouldn’t trust her. As a matter of fact, I don’t trust any of you. And if you’re smart, you’ll all follow suit. We’re in a killing game, remember? Any one of us could be a future murderer.”
“No way in hell I’d ever kill anybody!” Apple Bloom shouted and slammed her fist on the table. “You don’t know what yer talkin’ about, Moondancer! Maybe you’d kill to get outta here, but Ah never would! Mah family raised me better than that!”
“How can you be sure?” Moondancer retorted.
“What do ya mean?” While still angry, Apple Bloom looked a bit confused by the question.
“How. Can. You. Be. Sure?” Moondancer spoke slower in a condescending manner. “Can you really say you’d never kill someone? What if your family were held hostage? What if the only way to assure their safety was to kill someone else? Can you really say you wouldn’t do it? Can any of you?”
Apple Bloom stammered for a moment, but she had no response. Moondancer’s logic was sound. We all took a few moments of silent contemplation. She was right. With the right motivation, who knows what any of us are capable of? Before we could go too far down that train of thought however, Limestone got all our attention.
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” She stood up and put her hands on her hips, looking at all of us with an air of authority. “Moondancer has a point, and that’s part of why I asked all of you here. If we’re going to survive this, we need to establish some ground rules we can all agree on.”
“Rules? Yes, that would probably be for the best,” said Octavia. “While I doubt a killer would follow any rules, the rest of us doing so might make it more difficult for them to kill.”
“Exactly.” Limestone nodded in agreement before sighing and sitting back down. “It’s not exactly a foolproof idea and I can’t strictly enforce them, but I think it’s worth trying.”
“And who exactly died and made you the boss of us?” A still peeved Aria sarcastically remarked.
“Nobody! And I’m trying to keep it that way so shut it!” Limestone slammed her hand on the table, startling the rest of us. Her face was contorted into a grimace as she clenched her teeth. Apparently not wanting to escalate a confrontation, Aria simply rolled her eyes and turned to face away from her.
“Oh, pay no attention to her. What are these rules you propose, darling?” Though clearly on edge like the rest of us, Rarity was doing a great job at keeping poise and classiness in her demeanor.
“Right. Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all worked up. Here’s the rundown.” Limestone held up one finger. “First, it’s probably a good idea to stay in our rooms during nighttime. The rooms lock and Monokuma’s rules say that breaking into locked doors is forbidden.” She held up a second finger. “Second, I’ll be holding morning meetings every day when the restaurant opens at 7. We’ll use those to convene and discuss anything we need to as a group. You’d better all show up.” She held up a third finger. “And third, we need to work together to find a way out of here. If anyone discovers something, you need to share it with the rest of us. That’s all for now. Any objections or questions?”
“Um, actually…Apple Bloom and I did find something out on our way to the meeting.” Scootaloo piped up and everyone turned their gaze to the duo. “After Limestone had gotten both of us, we said we’d go get Cozy Glow.”
“Yeah, we felt pretty bad for her.” Apple Bloom chimed in next, gently placing her hand on Cozy’s shoulder as she continued. “Considerin’ how upset she was, Ah decided we shouldn’t just bang on her door. So, we stood outside and tried talkin’ to her. Softly at first, but we got louder when she wouldn’t answer.”
“I didn’t hear anything. I didn’t even know they were there until they decided to ring my doorbell and start knocking.” Cozy shrugged her shoulders. “I think our rooms are soundproof. I was…crying a bit loudly at the time.” Her face got a twinge of red in it as she mentioned that.
“Yeah! When she finally opened the door, we asked if she’d been asleep. Then she looks at us all confused, asking ‘did you guys seriously not hear any of that?’ After that, we tested it a little more by yelling. And whoever was on the other side couldn’t hear a thing.” Scootaloo leaned back in her chair, putting her feet up on the table. “So, yeah. The rooms are totally soundproof. You’ll have to ring the doorbells or knock pretty hard for anyone to hear anything in there.”
Everyone sat in silence for a few moments before Moondancer spoke up. “Hmm…not bad, you three. That’s good information to have.” Despite the compliment, she didn’t sound particularly kind or complimentary. Was she always like this? And while I agreed that this was important to know, something about what was said was bothering me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it though.
“Alright, then if there’s nothing else…meeting adjourned. Go do whatever you like. And make sure to follow the rules! I can’t force you, but you’ll be safer if you do!” With those final words, Limestone stood up and left the room.
With our first meeting concluded, our group began to disperse. Before leaving the restaurant, I made my way over to where Cozy Glow was sitting and gave her a worried look. “Hey Cozy, how are you holding up?” The curly haired girl tilted her head to the side slightly, as if she wasn’t sure why I asked that. However, realization dawned on her and she lightly giggled, giving me a big smile.
“Oh, I’m doing great, Sunset! Thanks for asking!” As I was about to question her sudden good mood, she put a finger up against my mouth to shush me. “Look, before you say anything, there’s no need to worry about me! Yeah, I was a little scared earlier, but I can handle it. I already told Apple Bloom and Scootaloo the same thing…oh!” It looked as though Cozy had come to a revelation as she quickly stood, dragging me up out of my chair as she did so. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she looked at me with a too big smile on her face. “That just gave me an idea! I’ve started trying to make some friends here and you should totally do the same thing! I mean, you and I are already great friends, I can tell, but it’s always great to have more! If we can all get along as best friends, then nothing that Monokuma jerk does will matter! Anyway, no time to chat right now, so I’ll see you later Sunset!” The strange girl flashed me one more smile and left the room, going off to who knows where.
“That…was something.” While I was taken aback at the way she was acting, I had to admit that she might have a point. Things wouldn’t be as simple as she was making them out to be, but making friends with everyone was probably a good idea.
I’ll deal with whatever’s going on with Cozy Glow later. Maybe I can convince Apple Bloom and Scootaloo to help me figure out what her deal is. She sure attached herself to those two pretty quickly after all.
Deciding to take Cozy’s advice, I scanned the room for anyone who might still be there. Aside from myself, there was only one other person still in the restaurant, slowly making their way to the exit. Deciding that she was as good a choice as any, I began to approach Lemon Zest. I had something I wanted to ask her about anyway.
“Hey, Lemon Zest? Do you have a minute?”
The green-haired girl turned to me, pointing at herself as if she wanted to make sure I was talking to her before answering. With a shrug, she gave me a friendly smile. “Yeah sure, what’s up?”
“This might sound a little weird considering our situation, but…do you want to hang out for a little bit?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure thing! I was actually just on my way to check out the lounge. Feel free to tag along!” I was admittedly expecting her to be a little less nonchalant about it, but Lemon Zest was taking my request in stride.
’I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. She seems like an easygoing person.’
And so, I proceeded to spend time with Lemon Zest. The two of us made our way to the lounge, which happened to be empty when we arrived, much to my relief. I was half expecting Trixie to be mucking about in here again. Once we entered, Lemon Zest made her way back towards the sound booth. “Just a sec, I wanna check on something.” I waited patiently as she did whatever it was she was doing. After a few minutes, she let out a triumphant yell. “Woohoo! Found something! Finally, I can actually jam to something!”
“Wait, really? I thought Monokuma said there wasn’t anything here for you to listen to.” True, the bear could easily be lying. But why would he lie about something so easily disproven?
“He said I couldn’t use my headphones with anything that’s here. He didn’t say a thing about music in general! And check it out, there are CDs and Vinyl records here!” She started piling a few of said CDs and records onto the sound booth. “We’ve got PostCrush, My Cantering Romance, Colt Play, Songbird Serenade, Feather Bangs, DJ PON3, Whinny Houston, Sapphire Shores, Coloratura, Elvis Hoofsley, even off the wall stuff like Weird Cheese Sandwich! Talk about variety! Sucks that this soundboard is too old to even think about it having Bluetooth tech for my headphones, but I guess I’ll make do and just jam out in here.” I recognized all the artists she named, but there were quite a few more in the pile who I had never heard of.
’Huh. Maybe I’ll end up expanding my music taste while I’m here?’
Before I got too distracted and forgot about it, I decided to ask a question that had been burning in the back of my mind since I met Lemon Zest. “So…about that school uniform you’re wearing. I’m pretty sure that’s a Crystal Prep Academy uniform. I’ve got to ask…how come you’re wearing a high school uniform? N-not that it doesn’t look good on you! It’s just, you’re the same age as me so it seemed like an unusual choice. I mean…ugh, this sounded a lot less rude in my head…” As I mentally beat myself up for being so inconsiderate, Lemon Zest just started laughing.
“Haha, don’t worry about it! I thought it was pretty weird too when I woke up with this thing on. Honestly, I hadn’t touched the thing since I graduated.” I felt a bit better knowing I hadn’t offended her. Then again, hearing that she had no idea how it got on her had some potentially uncomfortable implications. I chose not to mention them just in case she hadn’t thought about it. Realizing something I had said, she now looked at me with curiosity. “Hey, how did you know this was a Crystal Prep uniform?”
“Oh, that’s easy. I went to Canterlot High, so I saw a lot of that uniform any time the Friendship Games happened.”
“Whoa, no way! You went to CHS? That means we’re both from Canterlot! We’ve probably seen each other around town and never even realized it! We might have even seen each other at the games a few times!” She was clearly excited to meet someone from the same place as her. I couldn’t blame her. I felt the same way. In this strange situation, it was comforting to have a small bit of familiarity, even if we’d never actually met before.
“I’d say it’s likely. And that’s just one more reason for all of us to try and get out of here together. Once we do, we can hang out properly at the mall or something. I’m sure my friends would love you. You seem pretty cool.” I of course neglected to mention that I currently couldn’t remember a thing about said friends, but there was no need to worry her about that right now.
“Oh, I’m so down! My friends will probably like you too! I mean, some of them might take a little warming up to, but they’re awesome, I promise!” Based on how she was speaking, it sounded like she was having no trouble remembering her own friends.
’Good, I’m happy for her. But…why can’t I remember mine?’ I sighed internally and tried to focus on the positives for now. ’I’ll figure that out later. For now, I hope Lemon Zest and I can get along as friends.’
Got Friendship Fragment! Lemon Zest: 1/5
Lemon Zest and I hung out for a while, reminiscing on various hangout spots in Canterlot while occasionally sharing our tastes in music. Eventually, we split up and I began to wander the hallway towards the lobby. I refused to look in the direction of the demon statue. I stood there for a while, staring up at the towering Christmas tree. It was truly a thing of beauty, a complete contrast to the monster that kept us here. A monster whose motive was still infuriatingly unknown to me. What was his end goal? Why gather a bunch of strangers and make them kill each other? Surely there was something else to it, right? It was all just too weird. As I lost myself in thought, a lovely voice spoke from my left.
“It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?” I turned to see Rarity standing next to me. When did she get there? I didn’t realize I was so deep in thought that I wouldn’t notice anyone approaching.
“Huh?” It took a moment for me to realize she was referring to the massive tree in front of us. I’d been so focused on trying to figure out Monokuma’s motives that I’d completely forgotten it. “Oh, yeah. It’s pretty for sure.” Rarity stared up at it for a moment longer before turning to look at me with a peculiar look on her face. Her finger tapped against her chin as she pursed her lips, clearly thinking about something. I raised an eyebrow, not sure what to make of her scrutinizing gaze. “Uh…is everything okay? Do I have something on my face?”
Rarity blinked a couple of times and gave me an apologetic smile. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry for staring darling. I have a habit of analyzing clothing, you see. Monokuma was accurate in calling me the Ultimate Fashionista. I’m quite in tune with the world of fashion. Although, what I’m most interested in is using that knowledge to make and design clothing for my clientele. It would be just as accurate for him to refer to me as the Ultimate Couturier if he so chose. And since you do have a rather…’eye catching’ style, I couldn’t help but take it in.” I wasn’t entirely sure if that was a compliment or not, so I didn’t say anything about it. Her eyes looked me up and down again before she cleared her throat. “Ah, but…that’s not why I wanted to speak with you. I apologize for getting distracted and carried away there.”
“Hey, it’s no big deal. I can understand getting distracted by your hobbies. If a guitar shows up, you can bet I’ll be fiddling with it as much as I can.” Rarity’s eyes seemed to light up for a brief moment when I mentioned my interest in the guitar. Maybe she was into music too? “Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Oh, yes! That. To be honest, I wanted to apologize.” She began to nervously twirl a finger through her purple hair, not wanting to look me in the eye. I had to admit, it was kind of adorable.
“Apologize? What for?”
“Well…it’s about when we first met. When Capper began flirting with you, I couldn’t help but notice how well you received it. Not that I can blame you. He’s handsome and just oozes that roguish charisma.” The fashionista sighed as her mind wandered for a moment. No doubt she was fantasizing about something. Thankfully, she quickly snapped back to reality. “Anyway! Seeing you so flustered, I decided to join in and tease you a little bit. It was a spur of the moment decision.” After a moment’s hesitation, Rarity continued with a slight flushing of her cheeks. “And so…I wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Yes, it may have been harmless flirting that certainly paled in comparison to Capper kissing your hand. And yes, I had no way of knowing just how dire our situation was. Even so, it simply wouldn’t do for me to leave things as they are.”
I simply stood there in silence as I took in everything Rarity said. While I understood where she was coming from, she was really making a mountain out of a molehill here. Yeah, she had been a bit flirtatious, but that was nothing! And besides…I didn’t exactly dislike it. But instead of voicing any of this, I decided to let her have this. It wouldn’t be right to deny her apology, even if I felt it wasn’t necessary.
“Hey, it’s alright. There’s no harm done.”
“You’re sure?” she asked with a hint of trepidation.
“Yeah, no worries. If it makes you feel better, let’s start over.” I held out my hand in front of her, deciding to further take Cozy Glow’s earlier advice to heart. That girl was weird, but she was right about the importance of friendship. “Hi, I’m Sunset Shimmer. It’s nice to meet you. Would you like to be friends?”
Rarity widened her eyes in surprise for a moment before a relieved smile crept across her face. She reached out and shook my hand with a surprisingly firm grip. “A pleasure, Sunset Shimmer. My name is Rarity. Perhaps this can be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
We both laughed at the slight absurdity of it all. Here we were in a terrifying life or death situation, and yet we were acting so casual about deciding to be friends.
’Maybe we can get out of this if we all work together…as friends.’
Got Friendship Fragment! Rarity: 1/5
Rarity and I hung out for a little bit longer, mostly discussing fashion. I wasn’t an expert on it by any means, but I found it strangely comforting to hear her expound her interests. Eventually, we bid each other farewell. I briefly stopped in the kitchen to grab a small bite to eat before it closed for the night. I hadn’t had anything to eat today and I’d skipped the scheduled evening meal that was listed in the rules section of my Monopad. After that, I went to my room and made sure to lock the door behind me. I didn’t want to distrust the others, but I wasn’t about to take an unnecessary risk.
*Ding Dong, Bing Bong*
The sound of a school bell rang throughout the hotel. It was the same chime that had played before Monokuma had put forth his announcement to come to the lobby. This time, the monitor in my room lit up with an image of the bear. I assumed all the other monitors in the hotel did the same. He was sitting in what looked like an office of some sort with various monitors showing locations throughout the hotel behind him. Sitting next to him was a glass of wine. I wondered briefly if he could even drink wine, but his shrill voice cut off any such thoughts.
“Mm, ahem, this is a hotel announcement. It is now 10 p.m. As such, it is officially nighttime. Please return to your rooms and relax. The doors to the restaurant and the courtyard are now locked, and entry is strictly prohibited. Okay then…sweet dreams, everyone! Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite…”
And with that, the monitor turned off. Feeling the weight of the day catch up with me, I collapsed onto the bed without even attempting to change clothes. I'd deal with that later. I thought about what Monokuma said at the end and let out a frustrated groan.
“I swear, if there are actually bedbugs here, I might scream.”
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Sunset Shimmer suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. She and fifteen other individuals are trapped in a "Killing Game" run by the devious Monokuma! Can they survive this deadly predicament?
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<p>Sunset Shimmer, along with fifteen other individuals, suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. They are all trapped inside with a mysterious and terrifying teddy bear calling itself Monokuma. </p><p>With no way out, these sixteen strangers are forced into a “Killing Game.” Can Sunset and her new friends survive Monokuma’s maniacal machinations? Who will live and who will die? Will these poor souls fall into Despair? Or will Hope prevail? Thrills, Chills, Kills! Stay tuned to find out!</p><hr/><p>Would you look at that? It’s another Danganronpa/Equestria Girls crossover. Having been inspired by the works of the wonderfully talented <a href="/user/383423/Dewdrops+on+the+Grass" rel="nofollow">Dewdrops on the Grass</a> and <a href="/user/296814/witegrlninja" rel="nofollow">witegrlninja</a>, I’ve decided to try my hand at my own spin on the concept. If you haven’t already, I highly recommend you go and read their stories! This takes place after season nine of Friendship is Magic.</p><p>Cover art was sloppily put together by me. Digital art is not my strong suit <img alt=":twilightsheepish:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsheepish.png"/></p>
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*Ding Dong, Bing Bong*
The monitor in my room lit up, Monokuma’s form appearing once more. Everything about him and his surroundings were identical to last night. Even his wine glass had been refilled. Or it was still full. Did he even drink the stuff?
“Good morning, everyone! It is now 7 a.m. and nighttime is officially over! Time to rise and shine! Get ready to greet another beautiful day!” The monitor cut off after the brief message, leaving me to start the day.
I groaned as I slowly began to roll out of bed. As much as I wanted to just go back to sleep, I knew that I shouldn’t miss the morning meeting. It wouldn’t look too good on me if I immediately ignored the rules that Limestone had laid out. And so, I got up, lightly cleaned myself up in the bathroom, promised myself to take a proper shower as soon as possible, and headed out the door.
Upon entering the restaurant, my senses were treated to the delectable aroma of a breakfast buffet. The buffet was stocked with bacon, sausage, pancakes, eggs cooked in various ways, multiple different kinds of cereal, milk, juices, a water cooler, toast, muffins, croissants, a waffle maker, fruits, the works! I was seriously impressed with the selection. This was among the best breakfast buffets I’d ever seen in a hotel. Seeing as how I wasn’t the first one here, I went ahead and loaded a plate with my preferences and sat down next to Octavia and across from Limestone, who were already in the process of eating. Eventually, everyone else filed in and began eating in silence. The atmosphere of the room was tense. Nobody spoke up, as if not addressing our situation would somehow make it better. Finally, Snips chose to speak up.
“So…um…looks like it wasn’t a bad dream after all…” He pulled on his shirt collar nervously as he looked around the room.
“Unfortunately, it seems our terrifying predicament is all too real.” Octavia spoke with relative calmness as she finished up her plate.
Silence returned to the room as we all internally contemplated our situation once more. Everyone had pensive looks on their faces, clearly trying to make sense of what had happened. I could tell everyone was scared to an extent, even those who put on a strong front like Limestone, Moondancer, and Trouble Shoes. Everyone seemed to be feeling the pressure. That is, except for her.
Aria Blaze simply sat further away from the rest of us, casually eating her breakfast without paying much attention to anyone. Not that she was stoic or anything. Far from it. No, she looked…annoyed. Maybe even pissed off. But I didn’t see a hint of fear in her eyes. It was frankly unsettling.
While I contemplated what Aria could possibly be thinking, Limestone suddenly cleared her throat and addressed the whole room. “Well, now that we’ve all had a chance to eat, I think we should get this morning meeting started. I think the first thing we should do is give each other any information we may have learned about the hotel.”
“What do you mean?” Lemon Zest piped up. “Didn’t we all already look around yesterday?”
“Doesn’t mean everyone knows the same thing.” Capper chimed in. “Besides, some folks might’ve found stuff that our less observant peers may have missed.”
“He’s right.” It was Octavia this time. “We should go over everything we know. Even if we can’t find a way out, there may be clues that could help us.”
Trouble Shoes shrugged. “Don’t think it’ll help much, but it couldn’t hurt.”
With no one voicing any further objections, Limestone resumed. “Good. I’ll start then. Zephyr Breeze and I investigated the elevator when we first got here. Looks like there are four floors: the lobby, the second floor, the third floor, and the basement. The second and third floors were both locked out. Pressing the buttons did nothing.”
“Yeah, it was real weird! The stairs leading up are blocked off too, so I guess they don’t want us going up there.” Zephyr piped up, seemingly not wanting to feel left out. “The basement’s got a big boiler room and a utility room with lots of tools and stuff.”
“There’s also a stairway leading down to the basement.” Limestone resumed. “The door to it is in a tiny hallway underneath the stairs to the second floor. Unlike everything else we investigated; it was unlocked.” She looked over the rest of the group for a moment. “I have more to say, but let’s see what the rest of you have to share first.”
“Iron Will took full inventory of the kitchen.” The large wrestler spoke up before anyone else had a chance to. “Based on what Iron Will has seen, we won’t be starving any time soon. Especially if what Monokuma said is true.”
“You spoke with Monokuma? What did he tell you?” Moondancer narrowed her eyes with suspicion at the big man.
“Simple! Iron Will simply wondered aloud how long supplies would last. After all, the Ultimate Wrestler’s training regiment requires that he packs a lot of protein! That’s when the bear showed up out of nowhere and said food supplies get replenished every night!”
“I see…we should probably check the kitchen to confirm that once its doors unlock.” Octavia was rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “If it is true, then at least we won’t have to worry about starving to death. Not that it makes our situation that much better…”
“What else did you find in there?” I spoke up this time, a pit forming in my stomach as a few possibilities came to mind. “Specifically, how many things in there do you think could be effectively used as a weapon?”
A heavy air fell on the room as everyone realized what I was getting at. Everyone that is, except for Iron Will. For whatever reason, he acted far too casually about it. What he said next…it was utterly bizarre.
“Weapons, huh? Let’s see…pizza cutters are a fun one, I’ve seen baking trays used, forks are a classic, and let’s not forget the trash can!” Everyone was just staring at him, open mouthed and dumbfounded. After a moment of confusion, it finally seemed to hit the big guy. He chuckled nervously, putting a hand behind his head. “Oh…you meant deadly weapons. Iron Will was focused on the art of Extreme Death Match Wrestling.”
I was simply at a loss for words. ’Death Match Wrestling? There’s no way that’s a thing, right?’
“Oh, that’s what you meant.” Limestone seemed to understand suddenly. “Sorry, this isn’t the time for wrestling gimmicks. We need to know about the actual deadly stuff.”
’Okay, apparently that’s a thing. Maybe I should start watching wrestling?’
“Ah, yes. Anyway…” Iron Will seemed truly embarrassed for his slipup. “In that case, there are eight cooking knives of different shapes and sizes, sixteen steak knives, a big metal meat tenderizer, pots and pans, and four huge meat skewers. That’s all that stands out as far as weapons are concerned. There’s also a door to what looks like a wine cellar, but it was locked up tight. If it’s ever unlocked, Iron Will suspects big heavy bottles will also be potential weapons. And that’s everything.”
“I’ll go next!” Lemon Zest leaped up excitedly. “So, I explored the lounge yesterday and I found lots of cool stuff!” She leaned in with an excited grin. “There’s a fully stocked bar there with tons of options, a small stage, and best of all, a sound booth! It plays both records and CDs, which is awesome! Because I found a ton of options there! Feather Bangs, PostCrush, DJ P0N-3, the genre list is a lot more varied than you’d expect!”
“What?” Octavia widened her eyes as she sharply inhaled a quick breath. She then spoke with some slight hesitance. “Did you say…DJ P0N-3?”
“Huh? Yeah, I did.” Lemon Zest seemed a bit surprised that the classy Octavia would even know who that was. Then something dawned on her. “Oooh, right. Ultimate Cellist. What’s the matter, don’t like her? I guess her stuff might be a bit outside of a classical music fan’s taste, huh?”
“Ah…yes. That’s precisely it. I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude.” A frowning Octavia looked away, now lost in thought. I thought her reaction was a little odd, but I wasn’t going to push it. I knew that people could be very passionate about their musical tastes sometimes.
“Guess I’m next.” Capper spoke up as he leaned back in his chair. “I went around and checked all the doors. I can confirm that all the ones that seemed locked, absolutely were. Nothing stuck or the like. There’s also no feasible way to climb to the second-floor balcony in the lobby. You could try climbing the Christmas tree, but it’s too far away from the balcony to jump by my estimation.” He pointed behind him with his thumb. “Also checked outside in the courtyard. Without proper equipment, scaling the building ain’t happening. And before you ask, no. I checked the basement’s utility room and there wasn’t a ladder to be found.” I was genuinely impressed with how thorough Capper was. I guess being a criminal made him think about these sorts of things more than most people would.
“Speakin’ of climbin’.” Trouble Shoes interjected. “There’s shed out in the courtyard with a gate surroundin’ it. Thought about climbin’, but that’s a risky venture. The gate’s pretty darn tall and it’s spiked. Try it, and there’s a good chance you'll end up skewered.” As he said that, Capper nodded in agreement, which made the rest of us grimace at the thought.
“Well, what I’ve got isn’t really useful for getting out, but you guys should know there’s a laundry room over near the public restrooms.” Snips rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. He’d clearly been hoping to be more useful than that. I couldn’t help but give him a sympathetic smile.
“Worry not! Trixie shall go next and wow you all!” The boisterous magician stood as she addressed us all. “The Great and Powerful Trixie investigated that tacky giftshop! Most of the items inside were but paltry baubles. However! One item stood out above all the others. It was…a gatcha machine!” She paused for dramatic flair, but most of us were just looking at her a bit annoyed right now. “Not just any gatcha machine, mind you! With Monokuma’s image upon it, this devious device was dubbed the MonoMono Machine! It would seem the prizes are little figurines. Most of whom seem to be people Trixie has never seen before.” Then with a flourish, Trixie pulled three tiny figurines out of her sleeve. It was an impressive feat, but I’d expect no less from someone referred to as the Ultimate Magician. “By using three odd coins Trixie found lying around, she was able to procure these.” The three figurines she showed off depicted a red-headed girl with a witch’s hat, a pudgy chef, and what looked like Monokuma except with blue where the black should be. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to have…chest hair and a pacifier?
’Well that’s an uncomfortable image that I didn’t need right now.’
“And how is that useful information exactly?” Moondancer seemed annoyed at something seemingly so trivial being brought up.
“Well, the thing is…Trixie isn’t quite sure yet.” Trixie sat down, visibly deflating as she realized what she had found didn’t seem particularly useful.
“As I thought.” Moondancer huffed and crossed her arms as she looked at the rest of us in a condescending manner. “Honestly, you shouldn’t waste our time with such nonsense.”
“Oh yeah? And what exactly have you found?” Scootaloo jumped to Trixie’s defense, clearly not liking Moondancer’s attitude. Frankly, I had to agree with her. Trixie’s find might not have been useful, but that was no reason to be mean to her.
“Instead of galivanting around a pointless giftshop, I have been spending my time in the library.” Her stare was so fierce that Scootaloo couldn’t help but back off. “I’ve been familiarizing myself with what resources we have available. If you must know specifics, the shelves are riddled with books on science, the arts, a small collection of classics, and others I haven’t gotten to yet. There is also a small shelf of children’s fairy tales for those who are interested in such things. That seems more in line with the reading level of you all.”
“Excuse me?!” I stood up, staring at Moondancer with a fire in my eyes. I tried not to let my temper get the best of me, but I hated having my intelligence insulted. “Do you wanna repeat that?”
“Nope nope nope.” Limestone stood up and put a hand on my shoulder, urging me sit with her surprising strength. “We’re not doing this right now. Stay on task!” I growled in annoyance but did as she asked. Moondancer had a smug look which I really wanted to wipe off her face. Preferably with a punch.
“Um…I’ll go next if that’s okay.” Cozy Glow nervously inserted herself into the conversation, clearly trying to help de-escalate things. She gave me a warm smile before continuing. “Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and I looked through the pharmacy. They had all kinds of medicine and supplies. Pain medicine, ointment, bandages, vitamins, alcohol, feminine hygiene products, and more.”
“Ew.” Zephyr frowned and shuddered at that last mention, causing many of us to roll our eyes at him.
“Oh, grow up.” Rarity frowned deeply.
“Anyway, that’s not all.” Scootaloo interjected, wisely choosing to ignore Zephyr. “They had some more heavy-duty stuff too. I saw sleeping pills, anti-depressants, and a few things I’ve never heard of. Oh, also snacks. They have soda, candy, chips, the kind of stuff you’d see in a convenience store.”
“There was also the statue.” It was Apple Bloom’s turn to discuss the pharmacy. I did notice that when the statue was mentioned, Cozy Glow’s mouth thinned into a grimace before she quickly hid it. “There was this horse-shaped statue with no face in there. It had a plaque on it that said ‘Tantabus,’ whatever that means. Maybe that’s its name?”
“Could be. What’s up with those statues, anyway?” Trouble Shoes surprised me yet again by actually speaking up. He was so quiet that it was easy to forget he was even here. “It ain’t the only one scattered ‘round here. Must mean somethin’.”
“Yes, I agree. Nobody in their right mind would erect so many garish statues without a purpose.” Rarity looked deep in thought, trying to puzzle out the mystery. “Then again, Monokuma clearly isn’t in his right mind.”
I shuddered as the subject of the weird statues was brought up. I had been trying not to think about them. But Rarity was right. They had a clear purpose for being here. I just couldn’t puzzle it out. I took a deep breath and began to speak aloud what I did know. “As far as I can tell, there are ten statues. Six of them are clearly labeled with a plaque. One has its label partially obscured. Three of them have no label whatsoever.”
“Yes, it is quite odd.” Octavia chimed in. “The centaur, the angry beast with holes in its legs, and one of the demons have nothing to indicate what they’re called. The second demon is only referred to as Midnight, but there is clear evidence that there used to be more to the name than that before it was obscured.” Everyone turned their attention to her as she spoke, while I internally thanked her for taking over the subject. It may have been years ago, but the sight of my past in statue form had really messed with my head. And that was on top of my current amnesia problem. “We are already aware of ‘Tantabus’ in the pharmacy. The remaining statues are as follows: ‘Starlight Glimmer,’ the oddly proportioned unicorn in the lounge; ‘King Sombra’, the equally oddly proportioned unicorn in the courtyard; ‘Wallflower Blush,’ the seemingly normal girl; ‘Gloriosa Daisy,’ the woman garbed in leaves; and ‘Hydia,’ a short old woman. I believe that covers them all, doesn’t it?”
“Not quite.” Limestone spoke up again. “There’s one more in the middle of the hedge maze.”
“Wait, you went in there? Weren’t you afraid of like, getting lost or something?” Snips seemed genuinely impressed. Then again, he seemed the type to be easily impressed.
“Nope, never even for a second.” Limestone looked a little smug when she said that, which only made Snips look at her in awe a bit more. “I’ll admit its layout is a bit chaotic, but if you know what you’re doing, a maze like that is pretty easy to deal with. Anyway, there’s a gazebo in the middle with a big statue of Monokuma in it.”
“Of course he’d have a statue of himself.” Scootaloo scoffed. “Monopad, MonoMono machine, coins with his face on them…he probably calls those Monocoins or something. Dude’s got a serious ego going on. He’s not nearly cool enough to justify an ego like that!”
“Not cool?! NOT COOL?!?!” Monokuma’s voice rang out through the restaurant before he seemed to pop up out of nowhere, onto the table right in front of Scootaloo. She screamed in surprise and mild terror at this monster appearing in front of her. “How dare you?! I’ll have you know I’m the coolest bear around! Picnic basket thieves and honey addicts have nothing on me! Why, even that bear who fights in tournaments can’t hold a candle to the awesomeness that is Monokuma!”
Soon, our fear began to give way to confusion on just what the hell he was talking about. Still, Scootaloo began to scoot away from where the bear was standing. Thankfully, we were all done eating. Even though he expertly avoided all the plates when he hopped on the table, I doubt any of us would want to eat from those plates after this anyway.
“What do you want?” Aria seemed to be the only one of us who wasn’t showing any semblance of fear. Even Moondancer was visibly afraid when Monokuma arrived.
“Whazzat?” Monokuma cocked his head to the side, seemingly confused.
“Don’t play dumb with me.” Aria practically growled at him. “You came here for a reason, right? So quit wasting our time and just get on with it.”
“…” Monokuma turned to face away from her, hanging his head as if he were depressed. “Oh, how truly cruel of you. Treating your hotel manager in such a way. The things I go through for my beloved guests. Fine.” The monochrome bear recovered quickly and widened his grin. “I’ll get to the point. Buuuut…you might just wish I’d waited. Puhuhuhuhu!”
I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This couldn’t be good. Suddenly, Monokuma pulled out a bunch of little electronic pads similar to our Monopads. These had headphones built into them, as well as labels with each of our names on them. It looked like they’d been printed with a simple label maker and stuck on the pads haphazardly. He handed each of us our corresponding pad.
“There. Nicely labeled and given out personally by me. Now I know there won’t be any mix-ups!” He chuckled to himself as if he was in on a joke that none of us understood. “Now…what you have there are my patented MiniMonoPads! I’ve provided you with simple earbuds to give you privacy, but I’ll need them back after you watch the video stored on this!” Lemon Zest’s expression immediately fell.
“What exactly are you having us watch?” Octavia was skeptical, as were the rest of us.
“Puhuhuhu. Oh, nothing much. Just…a little personalized video I put together for each of you. Go ahead and watch it and find out!” I really didn’t like how cheery he was being about this. Seeing as how this was our only real option, we all put on our headphones and began to watch our videos.
The screen turned on, showing an image of the statue in front of Canterlot High and an admittedly adorable chibi version of myself. Monokuma’s voice came through the headphones. “Sunset Shimmer, the Ultimate Demon.” That title made me wince again, especially as the chibi version of myself began knocking down nondescript gray individuals and laughing. “Once the entitled protégé to a powerful teacher, she became a runaway and soon to be wannabe dictator. Before enacting her plans, she was defeated by her replacement and a group of high school girls! For whatever reason, she believes they saved her soul and now considers them and another girl she met later to be her best friends in the whole world!” Various gray figures illustrated my defeat and subsequent friendships. “Of course, now she doesn’t even remember them! I wonder why? I wonder what happened to them. Are they safe? Are they even alive? Who knows!” A text graphic appeared on the screen that said, ‘Check Out of the Hotel to Find Out!’
All the color drained from my face as the implications made themselves painfully clear. Not only was my memory gone, not only was I trapped, but my friends must be too! They must be in trouble! What if Monokuma was holding them somewhere? If he got to me and my geode, he might have gotten to them too! I slammed my fist on the table in frustration.
‘Dammit! How can I help them if I don’t even remember who they are?!’
The rest of the group wasn’t faring much better than me. Some were pale and staring in horror. Others looked angry. There was a whole cavalcade of emotions throughout the room.
“This is…this a joke, right? Right?!” Zephyr Breeze was shaking, looking as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Nope…nuh-uh…Ah don’t believe it!” Apple Bloom shouted as tears ran down her face. She was barely able to hold herself together.
“Bastard…” Limestone gritted her teeth, hands gripping the MiniMonoPad so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “If even half of this is true…”
"It's a lie. It's gotta be a lie, right?" Snips was looking back and forth between a few of us, trying to get some form of confirmation that this was indeed a lie. Unfortunately, nobody was able to comfort him.
“You monster!” Rarity shouted, leaning in close and staring the bear straight into his mismatched eyes. “If you’ve hurt her…I don’t care how many guns or whatever you throw my way! I will end you!” Rarity was like an entirely different person. It was honestly terrifying. However, I couldn’t blame her. I got the sense that her video was similar to mine. Someone close to her must be in trouble.
“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t be so hasty!” Monokuma waved his paw in a finger-wagging motion. “If you want to find out what’s going on with those little videos of yours…you simply must check out of the hotel! Call it a little bit of…motive. Puhuhuhuhu…AAHAHAHAHA!!!” And with his mocking laughter, that despicable bear ran across the table to snatch our headphones away from each of us. “Have fun deciding what to do with your new motives! See ya!” Monokuma then vanished as quickly as he’d appeared.
As we all sat in silence, I took note of everyone’s reactions. Most were exactly what I’d expected, a mix of fear, anger, disbelief, and worry. However, there were three of us whose reactions puzzled me. For one thing, Capper was barely reacting at all. He had a small frown, but it seemed to be more from being deep in thought than anything else. Aria Blaze looked upset, but she always looked upset. This didn’t seem to change her mood one way or another. In fact, it seemed that she was more interested in puzzling out what everyone else’s reactions were. However, the most surprising reaction of the bunch was hers.
Cozy Glow sat there, staring at her MiniMonoPad. Her eyes were wide, and tears formed in the corners. However, she didn’t look depressed or desperate. No…Cozy Glow looked absolutely livid. Her nostrils flared, one of her eyes was twitching, and her mouth was contorted into an angry snarl as she gritted her teeth. Seeing that look upon her normally adorable face…it terrified me. It terrified me because it was an all too familiar expression. I’d worn a similar expression many times in the old days when things just wouldn’t go my way.
After a few moments, she seemed to catch herself and closed her eyes, grimacing as the tears started to flow more freely. Without a word, Cozy Glow stood up and briskly left the restaurant, taking her MiniMonoPad with her. As far as I could tell, the only ones of us paying any attention to her prior to this were Aria, Capper, and myself. It was possible that Snips noticed her drastic change in mood when he was looking around, but I couldn't be sure. Everyone else was too absorbed in whatever their own videos held, so Cozy's abrupt exit caught them all off guard.
“Cozy, hold on!” Apple Bloom tried to stop her, but Cozy simply ignored her. With a sad sigh, the redhead sat back down.
“Let her be, Red.” Capper stretched his arms straight up as he stood. “I know you wanna be friendly and all, but that was some pretty heavy stuff. I’m sure she’ll be happy to talk to you later. As for myself, the mood’s gotten too dour for my tastes. Later.” He left without another word, lazily waving one hand as he went off to who knows where.
’He’s being far too casual about all this. Maybe Monokuma couldn’t find much to leverage against him?’
Even if that was true, he still had some serious leverage against most of us. I thought back to what Moondancer said the previous day: ‘Can you really say you’d never kill someone? What if your family were held hostage? What if the only way to assure their safety was to kill someone else? Can you really say you wouldn’t do it? Can any of you?’
I hadn’t wanted to consider the possibility, but the logical part of my mind knew she’d been right. Any one of us could become a murderer. And thanks to Monokuma, a compelling motive had entered the picture. We’d all have to stay on guard. The very real possibility existed that one of us, in the near future, would kill someone.
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Sunset Shimmer suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. She and fifteen other individuals are trapped in a "Killing Game" run by the devious Monokuma! Can they survive this deadly predicament?
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<p>Sunset Shimmer, along with fifteen other individuals, suddenly wakes up to find herself in a strange hotel with no idea how she arrived. They are all trapped inside with a mysterious and terrifying teddy bear calling itself Monokuma. </p><p>With no way out, these sixteen strangers are forced into a “Killing Game.” Can Sunset and her new friends survive Monokuma’s maniacal machinations? Who will live and who will die? Will these poor souls fall into Despair? Or will Hope prevail? Thrills, Chills, Kills! Stay tuned to find out!</p><hr/><p>Would you look at that? It’s another Danganronpa/Equestria Girls crossover. Having been inspired by the works of the wonderfully talented <a href="/user/383423/Dewdrops+on+the+Grass" rel="nofollow">Dewdrops on the Grass</a> and <a href="/user/296814/witegrlninja" rel="nofollow">witegrlninja</a>, I’ve decided to try my hand at my own spin on the concept. If you haven’t already, I highly recommend you go and read their stories! This takes place after season nine of Friendship is Magic.</p><p>Cover art was sloppily put together by me. Digital art is not my strong suit <img alt=":twilightsheepish:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsheepish.png"/></p>
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The videos Monokuma showed us had shaken many of us to our core. Most of the group decided to follow Cozy and Capper’s lead, leaving to process this new development on their own. I considered suggesting we share what we saw with one another to try and foster some semblance of trust, but I quickly discarded the idea. With how intense many of those reactions were, I knew getting most of them to agree to such a thing would be a tall order.
‘Maybe I’ll suggest it later, when everyone’s had time to calm down a little bit.’
I decided to stay seated in the restaurant as I thought about what had just transpired. My friends, the ones who saved me from myself, the ones I couldn’t even remember…they might be in trouble. At the very least, Monokuma knew about them. He was probably the one responsible for messing with my memories. But to what end? I still had no idea.
Before long, I was left alone with one other person. Aria Blaze. She hadn’t moved from her seat the entire time, choosing to watch the others. And now her eyes were on me. Now that I was alone with her, that feeling from before came back. So much had happened that I’d almost forgotten about it. When I looked at Aria, I got this feeling of familiarity. But this wasn’t a pleasant feeling like with Rarity. Looking at her made me feel uneasy, as if I should be on my guard. And considering how she hadn’t taken her eyes off me since everyone else left, I got the feeling she must have some concerns about me as well.
Since she wasn’t making any attempt to approach me, I buried this unknown anxiety and moved to sit across from her. “Aria? Is everything alright? I didn’t do anything to upset you, did I?”
“No. Why would you think that?” Aria seemed genuinely confused by my question. On top of that, there was no malice in her tone, merely a hint of annoyance and confusion. Did she not realize how she looked, staring at me and frowning like that?
“Sorry, it’s just…you’ve been staring at me for a while. I thought maybe I’d done something.” Since she apparently wasn’t mad at me, I chose not to mention how things looked to me. Maybe that’s just her default expression?
“Oh, that.” She shifted her focus to her right, no longer looking directly into my eyes. “Sorry. Don’t worry about it. Just…trying to figure something out is all.”
“Trying to figure something out? What do you mean?” Now I was even more curious. She must be getting the same weird feeling I was. “If you want, I can try and help.” Aria was silent for a moment, looking as if she were considering it.
“Hmm…no.” Well, at least she seemed to think about it before shutting me down. “It’s not something you can help with. Talking to you about it would be pointless.” Okay, that just raised my curiosity even further. What was she trying to figure out about me? I thought about trying to push the issue, but I decided against it. I’d already seen how short this girl’s fuse seemed to be. I didn’t want to risk actually upsetting her.
“I see…well if you change your mind, I’d be happy to help.” Deciding it would be best to change the subject, I pivoted to something else I’d been curious about. “So, you said before that you were in a pop trio, right? The Dazzlings?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Adagio Dazzle, Sonata Dusk, and myself.” As she said those names, her expression temporarily broke into a more somber one before she caught herself. “Together, we make up the pop trio ‘The Dazzlings,’ not that anyone here seems to have heard of us. It’s pretty damn infuriating.”
I pondered on that for a moment. Even Lemon Zest, the so-called Ultimate Rocker, hadn’t heard of them. And I knew firsthand how many groups she was familiar with based on my experience with her yesterday. I hadn’t thought about it much before, but it was odd that a supposedly famous group would be completely unknown. Yeah, there were a lot of music groups in the world, but Lemon Zest seemed borderline obsessed with music. If ‘The Dazzlings’ were even moderately famous, there was no way she wouldn’t have at least heard of them. And yet, I didn’t get the sense that Aria was lying. Maybe there was something more to this. For now, though, I decided to try and make her feel better.
“Well, I sure wouldn’t mind hearing about you and your group. And hey, maybe we could all jam sometime. I’m no professional, but I play a pretty mean guitar…huh?” I stopped as I noticed Aria’s fists clenched and a dour look on her face. “Uh…are you okay? Was it something I said?” Then it clicked. Her friends. Adagio Dazzle and Sonata Dusk. They must have been what was shown in her video. “Oh…oh no, I’m so sorry. Adagio and Sonata…are they…?”
“They’re fine.” Aria clenched her teeth as she spoke, venom and vitriol in her voice. “There’s no way Monokuma really got to them. Sonata’s too slippery. And Adagio…if anyone tries to nab her, they’ll end up with a knife in their gut.” She spoke with such conviction that I knew she was telling the truth. This Adagio Dazzle sounded like someone I’d sure hate to piss off. Still, Monokuma wasn’t to be trifled with. Who knows what he’s truly capable of?
“I’m sure they are.” It was clear to me that Aria was doing her best to put on a strong front regarding her friends. I wasn’t about to upset her further by contradicting her. “That just means we’ll need to get out of here. When we do, I’d love to see you perform.”
Aria stared at me for a few moments in silence before grunting in what I assumed to be appreciation. “Well…maybe I can get you tickets to a show sometime. No promises.” With that, Aria Blaze exited the restaurant, leaving me all alone.
’She’s a bit…intense. But I can’t really blame her, all things considered. Maybe she’ll let her walls down if we can become friends.’
Got Friendship Fragment! Aria Blaze: 1/5
After I spent a little time with Aria, I left the restaurant and returned to my room. I was in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes. After taking care of myself, I left to begin meandering around the hotel. While there weren’t very many places to go, it was still better than staying cooped up in my room all day. When I entered the hallway, I saw Apple Bloom heading towards her room. She didn’t seem as upset as before, but she was still clearly down in the dumps.
“Hey Apple Bloom, how are you feeling?” She stopped and turned around, giving me a weak smile. Poor girl was trying her best to put on a strong front, despite whatever was in her video shaking her to the core.
“Oh, hey Sunset. I’m not doin’ so great, but I’ll manage. Honestly, I’m more concerned about Cozy Glow. She’s locked herself in her room.” My expression fell as I thought about Cozy. What could have been in her video to warrant such a reaction? She looked as if she were about to attack someone. “Ah tried to go and talk to her, but she just told me to go away. Now I’m not sure what I should do. I can’t just stand by and do nothin’ when my friend’s hurting!”
I understood how she was feeling. Not being able to be there when a friend was going through something was a terrible feeling. That said, they’d only known each other for a day now. Cozy must have really endeared herself to Apple Bloom for her to be this concerned. Or perhaps the redhead was just this naturally caring about everyone. It was hard to say. Either way, I was touched.
“Hmm…I’ll tell you what. I’ll check on her later and see if I can get her to talk to me. Maybe she just needs a little bit more time to herself.” I gave my best reassuring smile as I placed a hand on Apple Bloom’s shoulder.
“Ya will? Thanks, Sunset. Be sure to tell her that Scootaloo and me are worried about her, okay?” She already seemed to be a bit less glum than before.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tell her.” I waved goodbye as I turned to leave, hearing Apple Bloom enter her room and lock the door behind her as I did.
As I left the East Wing guest rooms, I heard a commotion going on in the laundry room. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I peeked inside only to see Trixie stuffing what seemed like a mountain of laundry into one of the machines.
“Come on…get in there already!” She was clearly having trouble, so I went over without a word and helped her out. The source of her trouble seemed to be a blue cape getting caught on the door of the machine next to it. Her hands were so full she didn’t realize she’d gotten caught on something. “Phew…Trixie thanks you for your assistance, Sunset Shimmer.”
“Don’t worry about it. But I have to ask, why are you washing all of that? We’ve only been here for a day.” Surely there was no way she could have dirtied all that laundry already, right?
“Oh, it is quite simple!” Trixie put a hand to her mouth and laughed condescendingly. “Monokuma thinks he’s so smart, but he can’t fool The Great and Powerful Trixie! All those nice clothes in the closet and drawers, it was too suspicious! And so, Trixie realized…sabotage!”
“Sabotage?” I was so lost.
“Indeed, sabotage! For all Trixie knew, these could have been a trap! Filled with itching powder or some other diabolical means of torture! Therefore, Trixie had the brilliant idea of washing all her laundry before making use of any of it!” A look of annoyance passed over her face. “She was even forced to wash her sheets before going to sleep last night. Seriously, what kind of hotel makes the guests wash their own sheets?!”
I had no idea how to even respond to all of that. I was certain that nobody else had even considered whatever it was she was going on about. Not to mention that by her own logic, there was nothing to stop Monokuma from sabotaging the washing machine in a similar manner. It made sense that she was paranoid, but she was just making extra work for herself.
“Trixie would recommend that you follow suit at your earliest convenience.” I snapped out of my musings as Trixie addressed me.
“Uh, sure. I’ll be sure to get right on that.” Remembering the cape she’d had in her laundry pile, I leapt at the opportunity to change the subject. “So, that cape? Is that part of your magician act?”
“Oho! Is Sunset Shimmer interested in the art of stage magic?” Trixie did a little twirl and a bow before beginning to load up the detergent and start the machine. “It’s true, that cape is a piece of Trixie’s stage apparel. She was quite surprised to find that Monokuma had made copies of it and placed it in her room.”
“Yeah, I thought that was weird too. I saw lots of copies of my outfit too.” He could’ve just thrown a random assortment of clothes into the closets for us. What was the point of going through all the trouble to make copies of our outfits?
“Yes, Trixie assumed as much. But enough about that. You showed interest in Trixie’s profession and so she will reward you with a brief demonstration!” With a flourish of her hands, Trixie was suddenly holding three gold coins with Monokuma’s face on them. These must be the so-called Monocoins she’d found and used on the MonoMono Machine. Where did she keep finding them though?
“You see here that The Great and Powerful Trixie holds three Monocoins in her hand.” She held out her hand to make it clear these were all she was holding. “And now…watch as Trixie makes them vanish without a trace!” She clapped her hands together, opened them up again and…they were gone! “Presto! As Trixie said, the coins have vanished! But look! Not for long!” Without any warning, she reached behind both of my ears and pulled two of the coins from nowhere. “Tada!”
“What the…how did you-?” I was simply flabbergasted. While I’m an expert at magical spell theory and the application thereof, I had no experience when it came to sleight of hand and stage magic. I knew there was a trick to it, but what it could have been was eluding me. Then I realized something. She had three coins and had only reproduced two of them. “Hold on, where’s the other one?”
Trixie smirked and leaned forward, pointing towards my chest. “Oh, you mean the one currently sitting in your jacket’s pocket?” I blinked a few times and reached into my pocket.
“No fucking way.” I pulled out a Monocoin from my pocket. She was right, it was right there. I narrowed my eyes a bit, trying to sus out how she could’ve done this. I gave up after a minute and sighed, shrugging my shoulders. “I’ve gotta hand it to you, Trixie. That was seriously impressive. I have no idea how you did that!”
“Ah, tis but a paltry demonstration. But Trixie thanks you all the same and is happy you enjoyed it.” I tried to hand her back the coin, but she held up her hand to stop me. “Keep it. Consider it a token of Trixie’s appreciation for indulging her. Well, not that it’s worth much. Trixie doubts it’ll serve any purpose once we get out of here. And it seems the only use they have in this infernal hotel is that MonoMono Machine.”
“Thanks, Trixie. I really appreciate that.” I gripped the coin tightly before placing it back in my pocket. Regardless of what it was, receiving a gift of any kind in this place meant a lot to me. “So, if I ever get the chance, I’d love to see one of your shows. If this is what you call a paltry demonstration, I can’t imagine how great everything else is.”
I felt a small sense of pride when I saw Trixie’s cheeks get a twinge of red in them. “Oh…you would? Ahem…of course you would! Who wouldn’t want to see one of The Great and Powerful Trixie’s shows? You are welcome in Trixie’s audience anytime, Sunset Shimmer!” Yep, this girl sure did recover fast. Talk about showmanship.
’She seemed weird at first, but I actually sort of enjoy Trixie’s eccentricities. Maybe the two of us can become friends.’
Got Friendship Fragment! Trixie Lulamoon: 1/5
Trixie and I conversed a bit longer while she waited on her laundry, mostly about stage magic and how much goes into it. I used to think very little of stage magicians and “fake magic,” but it turns out that a lot of work goes into it. Once we said our goodbyes, I decided to make my way towards Cozy Glow’s room. I told Apple Bloom that I’d check on her and I felt like I’d let enough time pass.
I made my way to Cozy Glow’s room and knocked on the door. I waited a bit, but there was no answer. I knocked again, still no answer. Maybe she’d left her room? I started knocking again just as the door’s lock clicked and it began to slowly crack open. Cozy Glow was barely peeking through the crack in the door. All I could see was her eye. “Who is it? Oh, it’s you Sunset.” Her voice had that cutesy tone to it, but I knew she had to be faking it. Based on her reaction earlier, there was no way she was in a good mood.
“Yeah, I wanted to talk with you. Is it okay if I come in?” She seemed to think about it for a minute before opening the door just enough for me to step inside. Once I did, she shut it back and locked it. As I expected, her room was almost identical to mine. The only notable difference was that her bed was cleanly made. I’d completely forgotten to make mine, a bad habit I carried over from my everyday life. I also noticed that she’d tossed a pile of clothes onto the floor near the bathroom, which had its door open and its light on.
’Did I catch her in the middle of…oh. Okay yeah, I sure did.’
Looking back at Cozy Glow, I saw that she was wrapped in a towel and had curlers in her hair. My face instantly went red with embarrassment as I turned to face away from her. “S-sorry Cozy! If this is a bad time, I can come back later.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” She hopped over and got in front of me, looking into my eyes with what appeared to be genuine confusion. When she saw my flustered state, it seemed to dawn on her, and she laughed! “Sunset, I’m not naked! I just didn’t want whoever was at the door to see me in my underwear, so I threw a towel on.” As she mentioned that, I looked closer. Sure enough, her bra straps were visible on her exposed shoulders. The color was just so close to her skin tone that I hadn’t noticed them before. I gave a sheepish grin and a nervous chuckle, causing her to giggle some more. She then led me to her bed and urged me to sit. “Here, have a seat. What did you wanna talk about?” Cozy sat down next to me and smiled that too cutesy smile of hers.
’Well, it’s good to know she’s comfortable with me being here. Not that that’ll mean much in a minute. Guess I’d better get started. No sense putting it off.’
“Cozy…” I took a deep breath as I steeled myself. I had no doubt that she’d react poorly to what I was about to say. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Huh? You do? Golly, what am I doing?” She cocked her head to the side and blinked a few times, staring into my eyes with the most innocent look she could muster.
“That. You’re doing that.” I crossed my arms and met her gaze with a stern one of my own. “I saw how you reacted to that video. I might not know all the details, but I can tell that this cutesy schtick is an act.” She backed away slightly as I said that, freezing up as her false smile began to falter. “I’m no stranger to putting on a mask to fool the people around you. So, stop pretending like nothing’s wrong.”
“I’m sure that I have no idea what you’re talking about!” She recovered quickly, standing up and pacing around the room while staring me down with her saccharine grin. Disturbingly, she had an aura about her reminiscent of a predator playing with her prey. “It’s so nice of you to worry about me, but I’m doing just fine!” She leaned forward with a hand over her mouth, playfully giggling at me. “Golly Sunset, you need to trust your friends more!”
“Funny, I was about to tell you the same thing.” I wasn’t fooled by her act. Whatever the reason for how she was acting, I was determined to get through to her. Sure, I might have been being a bit too presumptuous, but seeing her bury her feelings underneath this act didn’t sit right with me. “You want to be friends, right? I’d like to consider you a friend too. But if we’re going to be friends, then we need to trust one another." I thought back to how she managed to calm me down after I saw the statue of myself. "...I'm choosing to put my trust in you. And so, I want you to trust me too, Cozy.”
“I don’t…understand what you’re trying to say.” Her façade faltered once more as she backed up against the wall. Her demeanor had shifted from stalking predator to cornered prey. I sighed. I really didn’t want to upset her. Given different circumstances, I probably wouldn’t have been pushing so hard. But we were all in danger here. If there was even a chance of Cozy acting on Monokuma’s motive, I had to do what I could to prevent it.
’But how can I stop everyone from falling into Monokuma’s trap? I can’t just have one on one talks with each of them, can I? I may be an empath, but I’m not a damn therapist.
“Look, I think you know exactly what I’m trying to say.” Not for the first time since I woke up in this place, I lamented my seemingly diminished powers. Being able to just touch her and peek inside her mind would have made this whole affair much easier. “You don’t have to tell me everything. Just…stop pretending that you’re not affected by all this! It’s okay to not be okay. I’m your friend. I know-“
“You don’t know anything!” She suddenly interrupted with a shout, staring at me red-faced and with fury in her eyes. Although I was prepared for her to potentially lash out, I flinched at her sudden shift in demeanor. Still, I held my ground. After a few tense moments, she straightened up and spoke softly. “I…I’m going to go finish cleaning up for the night.” She went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
’Well that was...intense.’
I was about to leave, but then I caught sight of Cozy’s MiniMonoPad sitting on her nightstand. There it was: the source of her current foul mood. A thought occurred to me. Should I watch it? No, that would be a gross invasion of privacy. But then again, maybe I could help her if I found out more about her. Besides, wasn’t I just complaining that I couldn’t gaze into her mind? That seemed like a far worse privacy violation. Eventually, my curiosity won out and I grabbed the pad. They weren’t long videos, so I’d surely finish it before Cozy got done in there.
I turned the video on, thanking my lucky stars that the video wasn’t terribly loud without the headphones. It began with an adorable chibi version of Cozy Glow standing in the middle of a field with many nondescript gray figures walking by her. “Cozy Glow, the Ultimate Chessmaster.” Monokuma’s voice began its mocking narration. “It would seem that…she has nothing!” The gray figures dispersed, leaving Cozy all alone in the field, with tears streaming down her face. “With no friends or family to speak of, this cutie patootie is all alone! Friendless. Powerless. Useless! Puhuhuhuhu!” Where the ending text of my video encouraged me to find out the truth by checking out of the hotel, Cozy’s ended with a condescending ‘Better Luck Next Time!’
I was shocked. I knew her video had to be bad, but this was terrible. Did she really have nobody on the outside? Is that why she acted the way she did? To try and overcompensate in a desperate attempt to make any sort of connection? Now I just felt bad about confronting her. I placed the MiniMonoPad back where I found it and went to the bathroom door. I knocked gently before speaking. “Cozy Glow? I’m sorry. I probably could’ve handled that better. I was just worried about you. Listen…just remember that I’m your friend, okay?” There was no response, no movement whatsoever on the other side of the door. Just a long stretch of silence. I was about to leave when I finally heard it.
“…You watched it, didn’t you?” The voice was so soft, so vulnerable. Even when she was breaking down during Monokuma’s initial appearance she didn’t sound this vulnerable. Her voice was coming from lower to the ground than before. Realizing she must be sitting, I followed suit and leaned back against the door.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I’m sorry.” That was all I could really say on the matter. I should have figured she’d realize I’d watched it.
“You saw it and you still want to call yourself my friend? Why?”
“Why wouldn't I?”
“You heard what Monokuma said. I’m powerless. Useless.” I could hear the frustration building back into her voice.
“Why should that matter?” I still wasn’t sure what this whole thing about being powerless and useless meant, but I wasn’t about to let her feel worse about herself than she already was.
“Because…friendship is power.” She spoke that phrase with such steely determination that I knew she believed it to be true in the very core of her being. “And because I keep fucking it up, I’m just a powerless nobody.”
“Friendship is...power?” Despite not having the full context, it broke my heart to hear that she had such a fundamental misunderstanding of what friendship was. What had happened in her life to make her believe such a thing?
“Of course you wouldn’t get it.” Cozy scoffed. “It must be so easy for you. I've seen you getting along with everyone you meet. Little miss perfect Sunset Shimmer has many friends. I have…no friends.” She sounded so defeated as she began lightly sniffling.
'Oh, Cozy Glow. I think we're a lot more alike than you realize.'
As much as I wanted to tell her as much, I doubted she'd respond well to that right now. So, I decided to simply stay there so she wouldn’t be alone. After a few minutes, she managed to get ahold of her emotions and sat with me in silence. Eventually, I sighed and stood up. It was getting late.
“Cozy Glow…I’m going back to my room now. Whatever you might be thinking right now, please remember that I want to be your friend. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo too. You don’t have to be alone.” There was no response. “…Remember to lock the door behind me, okay?” Deciding I didn’t want to trouble her any further tonight, I left. I stayed outside her door for a little while until I heard the telltale sound of the lock clicking into place. Assured of her relative safety, I began to make my way towards my room.
I was barely inside for five minutes before I heard someone knocking. I went to the door and opened it to see Scootaloo on the other side.
“Hey Scootaloo, what’s up?” She seemed in an alright mood all things considered.
“Hey Sunset. I just wanted to give you this.” She handed me a note which read:
Late Night Fun Time “Screw Monokuma” Party! Tomorrow at 8 p.m. in the lounge! Drinks, music, and entertainment galore! No Bears Allowed!
“Limestone decided it might be a good idea to throw a party. You know, to put us in good spirits and try to keep us getting along.”
“Huh. I didn’t peg her for the party girl type. And this invitation seems unlike her.” I couldn’t help but smile at what was written. It was almost like an invitation to a child’s birthday party.
“Oh, she didn’t write the invitations. Trixie did that.” Okay, that explained a few things. “And as far as I can tell, Limestone said she was doing this because it’s something her sister would do. Apparently, her sister is, and I quote, ‘an expert at turning frowns upside down.’”
“Well, I’ll definitely be there.” This was perfect! I’d been agonizing about trying to figure out how to talk down everyone from whatever they might have seen in their videos when the solution was right there. We just needed to get together and try to unwind. Get ourselves de-stressed so we could think rationally about it all. We’d figure out how to escape without giving that damn bear what he wants!
“Awesome! I’ll see you later then. I’ve still got a few more to deliver.” With that, she ran off to finish her rounds. It wasn't until she was gone and I'd closed the door behind me that I realized my mistake.
'Dammit! I should've talked with her about Cozy Glow. I'll have to find her and Apple Bloom tomorrow.'
While I proceeded to mentally kick myself for the obvious oversight, the nighttime announcement played.
Ding Dong, Bing Bong!
“Mm, ahem, this is a hotel announcement. It is now 10 p.m. As such, it is officially nighttime. Please return to your rooms and relax. The doors to the restaurant and the courtyard are now locked, and entry is strictly prohibited. Okay then…sweet dreams, everyone! Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite…”
That was exactly the same as last night. Maybe these things were pre-recorded? Either way, I was feeling tired. I got ready for bed and went to sleep, ending my second day at the Hotel Despair.
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Khampostel
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563177
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Autumn Blaze,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Drygut Solitaire
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Drygut feels lonely.
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incomplete
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<p>Dryguy feels lonely. Will a cheerful kirin brighten his day? Definitely not his past, but maybe his future...</p><hr/><p>This story participates in the <a href="/group/217723/2024-non-pony-writing-contest" rel="nofollow">Non-Pony Writing Contest</a></p><hr/><p>🛑 <span style="color:#BE4343">Warning: this fanfic comes from a Spanish version, translation errors may be found, your understanding is expected.</span><br/>🛑 <span style="color:#BE4343">It will be eliminated as soon as the contest it belongs to ends, regardless of the result it obtains.</span></p>
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everyone
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2024-08-10T04:26:36+00:00
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2024-08-11T00:27:13+00:00
| 79 |
Amid the mountains of a deep valley, the light of dawn slowly filtered through, illuminating the dense forest that surrounded the mighty river flowing down from its peaks.
In the middle of that river, just before an imposing waterfall, stood a small river island, home to a picturesque and densely populated village.
Though more modern than rural, this village, isolated from everything else, harbored a peaceful agrarian community that lived in constant harmony.
Or at least, that’s how it had been until that morning.
The bells rang loudly throughout the village, pulling its inhabitants from their sleep. But this time, it wasn’t the usual call to start the day. It was a warning: an imminent attack.
To the south of the island, farmers ran back and forth, sharing the terrifying discovery they had just made.
Something unprecedented had happened: their large food stores, the ones they guarded zealously for times of scarcity, had been smashed open and ransacked. The marks on the violated silos showed the traces of enormous claws and deep punctures.
The fear of a giant monster gripped the community, plunging it into chaos. Cries and laments rose from every corner of the village, spreading all around.
Even in the sky, the local birds flew in circles, restless, as if they shared the people's anxiety.
But higher up, in the vast firmament, a figure glided silently, observing everything from above.
It was a strange bird in those lands, a colossal creature that seemed an unlikely cross between a turkey and a hawk. Its size, comparable to that of a giant eagle, was as striking as its unusual features: feathers as black as night, with a neck and head covered by bare skin, shiny and red like a ripe tomato. Its bluish circles under the eyes and exaggeratedly pronounced eyebrows gave it an almost comical appearance.
This bird, devoid of any charm, was exactly what it appeared to be: a turkey-hawk.
More precisely, it was Drygut, the turkey-hawk, who now soared carelessly over the village, delighting in the uproar of its inhabitants.
From above, he let out a mocking laugh, a malicious clucking that echoed in the air. The disorder in the village was music to his ears. No one knew the truth better than he did: Drygut knew perfectly well who had attacked the village in the darkness of the early morning.
Drygut had done it. He was the culprit.
With his chest puffed with pride and his stomach satisfied with the stolen food, Drygut vanished into the clouds, leaving behind the chaos he had sown.
Turkey-hawks were opportunistic and predatory birds, known for their long migratory flights between the southern and northern parts of that world. Capable of crossing oceans, they always left behind a trail of desolation similar to that of a locust plague. For farmers, they were a living natural disaster. Although their usual diet consisted of vegetables and grains, they didn’t hesitate to hunt live prey when the opportunity arose.
Drygut, the turkey-hawk, was no exception. Not satisfied with the feast he had indulged in hours earlier, he now flew at medium height over the river, searching for some unsuspecting prey.
He didn’t take long to find it.
Barely visible through a light mist, in the middle of a dilapidated bridge, a horned creature was writhing.
Turkey-hawks didn’t have eyesight as sharp as eagles. The mist made it even harder for Drygut to see clearly what kind of creature lay before him.
It could be a poisonous needle-nosed snake or perhaps a dangerous hydra hatchling. But if it was a juicy bullfrog, the risk would be well worth it.
Without a second thought, Drygut swooped down and caught the creature clinging to the bridge in his enormous claws. In a short flight, he carried it to the riverbank, dropped it on the sand, and prepared to devour it.
But he froze as soon as he saw what it was.
It wasn’t a bullfrog... it was something else... something he had never seen before, yet that felt unpleasantly familiar.
“Cough, cough, thank heavens, I’ve been saved!” the Kirin exclaimed excitedly, lying on the beach. “But who saved me…?”
The Kirin turned around, and upon locking eyes with the fierce Drygut, her expression of relief turned to pure terror.
“Ahhh, no, please don’t eat me! I don’t taste good! I haven’t bathed in days! I eat fish! I swear!”
Drygut didn’t respond, observing her silently.
“Please, no, nooo!” the Kirin continued begging through tears and desperate movements that seemed more like an exaggerated performance.
Even so, Drygut didn’t move.
“Ughhh… Huh?” The Kirin, eyes shut tight awaiting her end, paused and cautiously opened one to peek at her would-be executioner.
Drygut was still there, unmoving. But he wasn’t looking at her anymore; he seemed to be staring off into some distant point.
“You’re not going to eat me? I do taste good. You know? Well, there’s no need to check... Uh, wait, if you don’t want to eat me then... Did you actually want to save me?!” the Kirin suddenly exclaimed, surprised and with a beaming smile. “Wow, I didn’t know your kind cared about doing that sort of thing! This is amazing! My tribe friends won’t believe it, no one will believe it, I still don’t believe it, no offense, of course…”
The Kirin kept talking non-stop, while Drygut, now uninterested, stopped listening to her completely.
Suddenly, the turkey-hawk spread his enormous wings and, with a powerful flap, rose into the air.
“Wait, friend, don’t go! I’m a bit lost! Frieeend!”
But Drygut, leaving the talkative Kirin behind, vanished into the mist of the valley.
Hours later, on a high rocky hill, sitting atop a nest made of rotten trees, Drygut gazed out at the cloudy expanse of the valley.
He didn’t feel well, and it wasn’t because of the intense cold around him.
“Pur, pur, pur…” he began to hum sadly.
The recent incident with the strange pony-like creature had drained all the good cheer he had managed to gather that morning.
Overeating always helped him forget his problems. But now, that didn’t seem to be working.
“Pur, pur, pur…” Drygut lamented.
Dark clouds moved heavily across the sky. A sudden rain began to fall. Drygut’s red head tucked into his plumage.
He really felt awful.
Someone with enough knowledge of turkey-hawks, upon seeing him, would realize what his problem was.
Drygut was alone.
Birds like the turkey-hawks lived in large and very sociable clans. Of course, there were hierarchies and occasional violent interactions, but generally, there was a good atmosphere among them. Seeing a solitary turkey-hawk was a rarity.
The despondent Drygut knew very well why he was in this situation.
Weeks ago, he had been separated from the clan due to his own negligence. Disoriented, he ended up in a dangerous situation where, for multiple reasons, he was helped by creatures smaller than himself. Although he managed to return to the clan after recovering, he was met with hostility, as rumors had spread that he had accepted help from those creatures and, even worse, that he had befriended them.
For turkey-hawks, that kind of behavior towards other creatures inferior to them was unacceptable. Turkey-hawks were a proud race that didn’t need the help of other species. Drygut tried to convince his kin that it was all a misunderstanding. However, the clan leader, the terrible Fathungry, wasn’t present, so the punishment he received was decided by others who didn’t know him and who disliked him.
His sentence was exile.
Unable to accept it, Drygut caused an uproar. But it was to no avail. The only thing he could receive from his brothers, who didn’t hold a grudge against him, was a small supply bag and the merciful opportunity to leave without his wings broken.
With deep pain, Drygut left his kin and the undeserved death sentence if he returned.
Drygut didn’t believe in that last part. Since the clan leader hadn’t given the sentence, it wasn’t final, and he could still contest it. But how could he prove his innocence? How could he regain his pride before his kin?
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find an answer to those questions.
The rain began to pour down heavily on Drygut, hiding the small tears that slipped from his eyes. The small heart of that large bird was aching from the loneliness that surrounded him; even worse, the feeling of abandonment was devouring him from within.
“Pur, pur, pur…” Drygut’s hum faded into the rain. Overwhelmed by sleep and pain, his mind sank into depressing thoughts and ghostly evocations of the past...
A long time ago, a distant memory, in a forgotten sky...
He flapped his wings with all his might, barely managing to stay aloft.
Ahead of him, a great hawk-turkey soared effortlessly across a clear blue sky.
“My son, look,” said his father’s deep voice.
The young Drygut looked up and saw an object resembling the sun floating on the horizon. Although it resembled the great star he knew, it couldn’t be the same one, as that one shone pale behind him.
“What is that, Father? It looks like the sun…” asked Drygut, amazed, staring at the mysterious yellow and white sphere.
“This is the false sun that the ancient gods placed to govern the world…”
“Oh,” Drygut replied, not fully understanding his father’s words.
Father and son continued to fly together in the sky. They weren’t alone; around them, more hawk-turkeys flew in formation. All the clans had gathered for an extraordinary migration that only occurred once every 175 moons.
An unprecedented journey to an unprecedented place.
Father and son flew toward that destination.
The gigantic yellow sphere grew larger as they approached. All the hawk-turkeys continued their flight until they reached the sphere and began circling it. Gradually, they formed a massive upward spiral, like a black staircase leading them higher into the sky.
In the midst of that impossible flight, Drygut felt the oxygen escaping from his lungs. The air grew colder, and breathing became more painful…
“Hold on,” his father ordered firmly. Drygut kept flying, exhausted, following his father’s trail. He could barely see as they left the great sphere behind and continued to ascend.
The pain grew more intense. Drygut felt himself fading; his vision blurred. He could hear the cries of other young hawk-turkeys around him. Faintly, he saw the shadow of some falling from the spiral and disappearing into the light of the immense false sun…
“Father!” Drygut screeched, now unable to see.
“Just a little more, hold on!” his father ordered again.
Drygut kept flapping his wings desperately, but he no longer felt himself rising. Fear flooded his being, but he still believed his father was ahead of him, that he could still reach him… until…
Drygut’s thoughts stopped.
Suddenly, what had been bright and white before his eyes turned black. Everything felt light; the pain disappeared. He could breathe again.
It was like flying without flapping his wings, like falling into an abyss and feeling everything rushing toward him and suddenly… waking up.
“I’m dead…” he said to himself in disbelief, still disoriented.
“No, son. You’re alive…” his father replied proudly, placing his great wing over him.
Drygut tried to respond, but he couldn’t. All his attention was caught by the fascinating place that surrounded him. The young hawk-turkey turned his head, marveling at how the world around him had taken on a new form and color.
There, at one end of the heavens, existed a hidden sky above the remote North Pole. Above the false sun, once every equinox, a door would open to a forgotten place.
Drygut found himself on an infinite white ground, under a red sky. Around him, all the adult hawk-turkeys stood like devout worshippers, gazing intently in the same direction. Some clucking prayers, others extending their wings to the sky, but all were attentive, all vigilant...
His father was also looking in that direction.
Intrigued, the young Drygut lifted his gaze and observed what everyone was staring at.
“This is the god of the skies…” said his father.
Drygut began to tremble at the presence slowly descending toward them.
A massive black block loomed above everything, like a square celestial body in a red sky, fully visible from that distance, a throne of titanic proportions, made of a single magical stone. Overwhelming was its size and shape, but the most striking thing about that object was who sat upon it.
It was an avian creature never before seen, completely white, with four limbs, four wings, two heads, and atop them rested a crown of fire. In each of its claws, it held a different weapon. Mighty to Drygut’s eyes, but also unsettling. Sinister...
A dark god, no one who saw it could think otherwise.
“Do not fear, son… it won’t harm you,” said his father, seeing the fear in Drygut, who hid beneath his wing.
“It won’t?” the young Drygut replied, his voice trembling.
“The god of the skies flew away from this world a long time ago. Only this shell remains…”
“Shell?” Drygut repeated, confused. He looked back at the terrible figure sitting on the throne and, after observing it closely, he understood.
That powerful body, whose mere presence radiated immense power, was… empty.
The eyes of the bird-like being were black, cracked, hollow. Moreover, several parts of its body had fissures, and some seemed missing or floated around it like fragments.
Golden chains bound its limbs, keeping it tied to its throne, incapacitating it… if it were to awaken.
“The god of the skies once ruled the heavens. He was so powerful that he took control of the sun and moon. He even waged war against the third sky. But he was defeated. The ancient eagles and dragons chained him and banished him. Of his empire in the clouds, only his throne and empty body remain.”
Drygut didn’t understand any of what his father was saying… Gods? Ancient dragons? Eagles? Confused, he moved away from his father and tried to lift off to get a better view of that dead titan. But his wings didn’t lift him; he clumsily stumbled and fell to the ground.
“Tch,” he snorted in annoyance, but he wasn’t the only one. Not far away, another young hawk-turkey, named Fathungry, was jumping around, trying to fly in front of the adults to impress them.
Time passed in the sacred silence that enveloped that mysterious place until the gigantic black throne finally touched the white ground and began to sink into nothingness. No hawk-turkey dared to touch or approach that throne. In fact, no one could, for a powerful magical wind surrounded it, making it impossible to reach.
“Where is it going, Father?” asked Drygut, watching as that forgotten god disappeared into the horizon.
“It’s heading to the South Pole. It will remain there until the next cycle. And then it will return here. When you are older, you will have to bring your son here too and show him this,” his father replied, turning his gaze back to his son.
“Ah, of course… sure, Father,” Drygut replied nervously, looking away. The young hawk-turkey was uncomfortable talking about these matters with his father… He was still young, but soon he would have to find a mate. He didn’t know where to start; he wasn’t good at socializing with other hawk-turkeys, and he was convinced that he wouldn’t even be able to chat with the females of his species.
Amid a sea of doubts, Drygut continued to watch the horizon.
Time passed, and when the black throne was about to disappear, all the hawk-turkeys began to stretch their wings in unison, preparing to take flight. Drygut immediately understood that it was time to leave.
But then something else caught his attention. Like sparkling snowflakes. From the red sky, feathers began to fall with a whitish glow.
“Father, look! What is this?” asked Drygut excitedly, but his father had already walked away; now he was with other adults conversing.
The special moment for the hawk-turkeys had passed. Being ignored, Drygut lowered his head and moved away.
The feathers of various sizes continued to fall, soft like a summer rain.
“It must be magical…” the young Drygut thought, jumping to catch the largest feathers falling from the sky. The young hawk-turkey knew nothing of magic, but he began to suspect. Without asking, he started to pick up the brightest feathers with his beak and store them among his wings.
“Hahaha, silly, silly, they’re useless,” he suddenly heard from behind.
Drygut tensed up. He recognized the voice immediately; it was unmistakable. He turned around. Behind him was another hawk-turkey, young like him, but with a wild look and a smiling expression that distracted from the green snot dripping from his beak.
It was Fathungry.
“None of your business,” Drygut replied harshly, continuing to collect the feathers.
“Yes, it is. ‘Divine feathers’ are only for the clan leader. That will be me.”
“Oh, really? Well, you’re not the leader yet. You won’t be. Draga will be the leader,” Drygut replied, though he had no idea what Fathungry meant by ‘divine feathers.’
“Draga? Hahaha, that lame-legged one? He’s nothing! I’ll kill him and eat his heart. Everyone will see it!”
“Then do it, he’s right over there,” Drygut said, pointing with one of his claws to the other side of the group, where a burly young hawk-turkey stood surrounded by several adults.
“No, not now, that coward is always with his hens. I’ll wait until he’s alone…” Fathungry replied, looking in that direction.
“Oh, really? But if he’s alone, how will they know it was you?” Drygut said mockingly.
"You'll see. Trust me, everyone will see... hahaha," Fathungry laughed with a sinister cackle.
Drygut didn't like Fathungry; his laugh unsettled him, and he was a meddler. However, that same quality made him well-connected and very cunning. He knew many things that others didn't, and even the adults often consulted him.
"Maybe one day he will become the leader of the clan..." his father had mentioned.
Drygut pondered it.
"Hey, Fathungry..." Drygut began to say, hesitantly. "When you become the clan leader, what will you do with these feathers?"
Fathungry looked at him in silence for a moment with those sharp eyes. Just as Drygut was about to ask why he was staring so much, Fathungry burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Drygut demanded, offended.
"You don't know anything, you're a fool. Hahaha, for a moment I thought your father had told you something interesting, but no, hahaha."
"Enough!" Drygut was getting annoyed, and he spread his wings, his feathers ruffling.
"Alright, alright, don't get like that. These feathers are useless, they only exist in this sky. Once we leave here, they'll disappear."
"Really?" Drygut responded, surprised and somewhat disappointed.
"Yesss... Hey... I like you, Drygut. I'll tell you a secret. You saw that dead monster everyone worships?"
"Uhm yeah... that's why we came here, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, yes. These are its feathers," Fathungry abruptly replied with a smile.
"What!" Drygut's eyes widened as he looked at the feathers he had collected.
"Yessss, and if you manage to set one of those feathers on fire and spread the ashes over your body, you'll become the most powerful bird in the world!" Fathungry exclaimed excitedly, stretching his wings and releasing some green snot from his nose.
Drygut took a step back. It was unpleasant to see Fathungry when he got like this, but he didn't protest. He just noted those words deep in his mind.
"Wait... But how? There doesn't seem to be any air here..." Drygut responded, intrigued, flapping his wings in that dead atmosphere. He might not know anything about magic, but the innate instincts of his species told him that this place didn't have a trace of oxygen.
"Ah, yes... that's the mystery," Fathungry replied mockingly. "It's said that the great ancestor of the turkey-hawks managed it somehow. Did he capture a dragon? Who knows... I've heard many stories about it..."
Fathungry murmured, pausing his speech as if he was contemplating something.
A silence fell between the two thoughtful turkey-hawks.
"Ayyyyyyyyyyyh," a screech echoed. The clan leader was announcing their departure from that place.
"It's time to..." Drygut began to say, but when he turned, Fathungry was no longer there. In the distance, he was moving away with his characteristic fake limp.
His father called him, and he quickly joined him.
The god of the skies had already disappeared into the ground. In the place where it had fallen, the white ground was beginning to disintegrate, revealing the true world beneath.
Still amazed by all these visions, Drygut watched his father gaze into the distance. He seemed thoughtful.
"What did you think, son?" he asked suddenly.
"Father, this journey has been amazing, but... why must we do it?"
"It's tradition... it has been, and it will be," his father responded solemnly.
"Oh... Will we eat when we get back?"
"Yes... we'll eat plenty," his father replied cheerfully.
His father was a very wise one among the turkey-hawks. Many sought his counsel. It pained Drygut not to be as wise as his father.
It was very painful, but he always forgot it after dinner with him.
And so, one by one, the turkey-hawks began to descend into the real world, leaving behind that mysterious sky.
Father and son also departed, falling into the arms of the cold Arctic winds. However, this time Drygut handled it with ease. The descent flight was effortless.
During the calm journey, Drygut didn't lose sight of his father for a moment.
They continued descending until... he noticed it.
On one of his father's wings, stuck despite the wind, was an unmistakable 'divine feather.'
It hadn't disappeared.
"Father!" Drygut suddenly exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"A divine feather!"
"Oh, that," his father replied, noticing the feather on his right wing. "It's a sign of good luck. It will disappear soon. Didn't you take some?"
"Yes, but... they're gone," Drygut looked under his chest. Despite his efforts to protect them from the wind, all the feathers he had collected had disappeared.
"It always happens, but not all of them do..."
"Not all of them?" Drygut replied, confused.
"No... it's complicated. I'll explain it to you at dinner," his father responded in good spirits.
"Yes, Father!" Drygut exclaimed, excited about the possible secret he might learn.
And so, under the golden glow of a false sun and a real one rising on the horizon, father and son disappeared into the bright clouds of the northern skies.
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Unknowfairy
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563178
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Fluttershy,Pinkie Pie,Rainbow Dash,Random,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Prank Romance
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Rainbow and Pinkie have fun in Ponyville to prank all the ponies, but their pranks turned into something else.
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complete
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<p>Rainbow Dash is in love with her best friend, Pinkie Pie, and she doesn't know how to express her feelings for her.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-11T20:11:57+00:00
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2024-08-11T20:37:19+00:00
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It was a wonderful morning in Ponyville, and Rainbow Dash had clear skies for ten seconds flat. And soon she has done her job, goes to one cloud to rest, puts her moderate ceries eyes close, and thinks about her crush, Pinkie Pie, and soon she starts to have a dream about her.
Rainbow Dash dream.
Rainbow Dash hangs out with Pinkie Pie, and they have so much fun together. Pinkie jumps around when Rainbow flies, and they have a smile on their lips. ''Oh, Dashie! l love hanging out with you!'' Pinkie Pie says it with happiness, and Rainbow Dash blushes a little bit but hides it and smiles.
''He-he, me too, Pinkie, me too.'' Rainbow Dash says with a smile on her lips, and now Pinkie Pie blushes, becoming shy a little bit. Soon, Rainbow and Pinkie, are looking at the beautiful view from Equestria, Rainbow Dash looking at Pinkie Pie with a blush on her cheek, and Pinkie notices that Rainbow is looking at her. She started blushing a little bit, being shy a little bit, and looking at Rainbow Dash with a happy smile, started looking at the beautiful view again and Rainbow too.
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash looks at her wings, and Pinkie Pie's back and goes a little closer to her. ''Okay, Rainbow Dash, be brave and put its wings on her back, be cool.'' Rainbow Dash says in her thoughts and sighs a little bit, she slowly
puts her wing on Pinkie's back and looks at the beautiful view from Equestria fast. Pinkie Pie noticed and
became shyer, but she put her head on Rainbow's shoulder with a shy smile. Rainbow Dash started blushing more, and her heart beat so fast. ''Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!!'' Rainbow Dash says in her thoughts, but soon both look at
each other, and they close each other's eyes and start kissing but suddenly.
''Rainbow Dash! Wake up!''
''Wait, what? Fluttershy what are you doing here?'' Rainbow Dash asks Fluttershy who is standing on the cloud.
''Uhm, you should wake up now. Pinkie Pie is looking for you,'' Fluttershy says, and Rainbow Dash looks at her confusedly.
''What do you mean, Fluttershy? She's standing right. '' When Rainbow Dash looked at Pinkie Pie, she was gone, even Fluttershy was gone, and it was all turning black.
Rainbow Dash Dream End.
Rainbow Dash groans a little bit and opens her own eyes slowly, seeing her friend Fluttershy, who wakes her up from a dream. ''Oh, you are awake; that's good,'' Fluttershy says with a quiet voice, and Rainbow looks at her confusedly, and then at herself, she is been disappointed, that is only a dream.
''Ugh! Fluttershy, you wake me up from my lovely dream, l almost kiss my sugar cupcake!'' When Rainbow Dash says that Fluttershy is now looking at her confusedly, Rainbow has wide eyes and tries to fix what she's saying. ''l-l mean awesome dream from l become Wonderbolts, that's all nothing else.'' Rainbow Dash says, blushing on her cheek with embarrassment, and Fluttershy giggles a little bit.
''He-he, whatever you say, Dashie,'' Fluttershy says with a smile, and Rainbow Dash rolls her own eyes. Be annoying.
''Haha, very funny Fluttershy, so what's up?'' Rainbow Dash asks with annoyance.
''Oh, well, Pinkie Pie is looking for you,'' Fluttershy says with a soft voice, and Rainbow Dash gets attention from that. She feels a warm feeling in her heart.
''Really? Where she ?'' Rainbow Dash asks Fluttershy.
''She is from the Joke sh-''
''Thanks!!'' Rainbow Dash says that for Fluttershy, who almost says the last words and Rainbow flies away, go to the Joke Shop, and Fluttershy smiles and giggles.
''Oh Dashie,''
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash flies to The Joke Shop, and soon she sees Pinkie Pie, fly down on the ground, and Pinkie notices her, she has a happy face. ''Dashie! You came!'' Pinkie Pie says this with excitement and hugs her tightly. Rainbow can't breathe, but she is happy to see Pinkie, and she blushes a little bit.
''H-Hello, Pinkie, but can you let me go? I-l can't breathe.'' Rainbow Dash says and Pinkie Pie lets her go from her own arms, giggles nervously and Rainbow can breathe again.
''He-he, sorry about that, Dashie,'' Pinkie Pie says, but Rainbow Dash only smiles.
''Is it alright, Pinkie? So what's up?'' Rainbow Dash asks, and Pinkie just has a happy smile. Rainbow's heart started beating fast.
''Well, I'm just wondering if you want to have fun with me for pranking all the ponies in the town?! But not Fluttershy, cus you know that she is very sensitive about that?'' Pinkie Pie says with a smiling voice, and Rainbow Dash looks at her and nods a little bit, looking at The Joke Shop.
''Sure, Pinks, I love to hang out with you cus I love to hang out with you, Pinkie Pie!'' Rainbow Dash says with a happy voice, and Pinkie Pie looks at her with shock on her face. And Rainbow, with her wide eyes, started blushing with embarrassment. ''Oh my, gosh! Now she thinks, Weirdo, our friendship will ruin it!!'' Rainbow Dash says in her thoughts, but she sees that Pinkie has a smile on her, but she does not see that she is blushing.
''Oh, Dashie! Thank you! I love hanging out with you too, and I love you so much. You are the best friend I have ever had in my life!! Pinkie Pie says with a happy smile and blushing a little bit that Rainbow's heart started beating fast, and her heart hurts, but she can't help but smile.
''P-Pinkie Pie'' Rainbow Dash hugs Pinkie Pie tightly and Pinkie is surprised, but soon she blushes, hugs her back, and meanwhile, both stop hugging. And both smile at each other. ''Well, let's go have fun, Pinkie Pie!'' Rainbow says and Pinkie a smiles, and nods.
''Sure, Dashie, let's go!'' Pinkie Pie says, and both go inside the joke store.
For a while, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie prank all the ponies in Ponyville, they have so much fun together and laugh together.
Oh, wow! Do you see Rarity's face when she is eating that spicy cupcake that I made for her?! Pinkie Pie says it with laughter, and Rainbow Dash laughs too.
''Yea! She just yells all-time spicy, spicy, spicy!! And she says our names with an angry voice when she drinks water first!'' Rainbow Dash says it with laughter, and Pinkie Pie laughs so hard.
''And Applejack thought that Apples turned into a pear, but then just inside her room, she started after us!'' Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash laugh so hard; they both hug each other, and soon they look at each other, and they're blushing a little bit.
''Pinkie, l-''
Rainbow Dash is cut by Pinkie Pie's lips, and she has wide eyes, blushing, but soon she melts the kiss, and Pinkie kisses her lips more with a blush on her face. Rainbow Dash started kissing her back passionately, both moaning on the kiss, and soon Rainbow pushed her to the ground, and she was on top of her. And kissing deeply, soon she started kissing her tongue kiss, and Pinkie moaned more, kissing her tongue kissing too hard.
Soon they pulled away, panted heavily at each other, and looked into each other's eyes dreamily.
''Pinkie Pie, I love you,''
''l-l love you too, Dash! I always have,''
Rainbow Dash smiles and kisses her again; Pinkie Pie kisses her back; and soon both walk back to Ponyville with happy faces, both thinking about what will happen to them in the future.
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<p>What makes a pony different? Is it the ideals they hold, the morals they stand by, or the way they navigate the complexities of life? In this tale, the lawyer embodies a darker truth, a reflection of what happens when someone is born with greed at the core of their heart. Unlike those who are driven by a sense of duty or the desire to do good, this lawyer's motivations are murky, rooted in self-interest and the unrelenting pursuit of power. For him, the law is not a tool for justice, but a weapon to be wielded, a means to achieve his ends, regardless of the cost to others.</p><p>So what happens when you're left behind.</p>
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Chapter 1: Bound by Ties and Lies
The echo of the judge’s gavel resounded through the courtroom, a solitary note of finality that seemed to linger in the thick air. "Not guilty."
Chaos erupted like a storm, an angry symphony of screams and curses filling the room. The gallery, packed with ponies, broke into a cacophony of outrage. Cries of "murderer" and "the death of justice" rang out, a chorus of the damned condemning the verdict. Royal Guards struggled to contain the surging tide of fury, their hooves pressed against the swell of bodies desperate to breach the barrier between spectator and defendant.
Bad Apple, dressed in a sharp black suit with a crimson tie that contrasted against his dark coat, stood beside his client with an air of unshakable confidence. The mare beside him—Blood Diamond, a pampered scion of Canterlot's elite—exhaled a breath she must have been holding for days. Relief washed over her face, but it was the smug smile that caught Bad Apple's attention. It was the same arrogant curve of the lips he'd seen countless times before, the hallmark of those who believe they are untouchable. Today, that belief had been reaffirmed. She had gotten away with murder, and his bank account was several thousand bits heavier for it.
The enchanted gavel came down again, its sound magical in its ability to silence the room. The angry cries died instantly, leaving only the heart-wrenching sobs of the victim’s mother. Bad Apple’s eyes flicked to her briefly—Short Sprint, a mare broken by grief, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of her loss. He quickly dismissed her from his thoughts. Her sorrow was inconsequential to him, a mere footnote in the grander scheme of things.
The judge’s gaze—a mix of sadness and barely restrained fury—fixed on Bad Apple and Blood Diamond. But Bad Apple was used to that look. It was the price of being the best at what he did. The judge’s eyes flicked upward, seeking something, or someone. There, in the upper seats, sat Princess Celestia. The judge’s look was almost desperate, pleading for intervention. But the Princess, with her millennia of practiced poise, remained as unmoving as a statue. She was the embodiment of blind justice today, though Bad Apple suspected she was well aware of the irony. After a moment, the judge sighed, realizing no divine intervention was forthcoming.
"Mrs. Blood Diamond, you have been found not guilty by a jury of your peers." The words were forced, heavy with the judge's disapproval. "However, it is clear that you were intoxicated while operating your carriage and speeding in a residential area. By the power vested in me by Princess Celestia, you are hereby ordered to pay 1,000 bits to the family of the deceased, Long Strider. Additionally, you are mandated to attend rehabilitation. If you cannot afford it, the state will assign one for you."
The final strike of the gavel punctuated the judge's statement, officially ending the trial. Bad Apple could already see the post-trial motions brewing in the minds of the prosecution. Good. More chances to drag this out, more chances to bill his client’s obscenely wealthy parents.
As the courtroom began to empty, everyone stood as Princess Celestia rose to leave, the courtroom protocol demanding respect even from those who felt none. Bad Apple, ever the rebel, sat down before she exited, a small act of defiance he knew would go unnoticed by most but not all. It was one of the reasons he was called arrogant. But arrogance was relative, and in Canterlot, it was a currency he traded in daily.
Blood Diamond, oblivious to his thoughts, wrapped her hooves around him in a hug, her relief palpable, her gratitude irritating. “Thank you, thank you. I thought I was going to have to spend the rest of my life with the…” She shuddered, the word 'lower class' hanging unspoken in the air, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “…in the dungeons.”
Bad Apple smiled, but it was a smile devoid of warmth, more a calculated gesture to keep her under his influence. “No problem,” he responded smoothly, the words automatic, rehearsed. He began to gather his things, his mind already on the next step. “I can escort you to my office, and we can discuss your final payment.”
Blood Diamond beamed, her joy as irritating as her hug. “Yes, and thank you. Those vultures out there will be waiting for me. I don’t understand why Celestia hasn’t banned the paparazzi and those reporters out of Canterlot yet. They’re more trouble than they’re worth.”
Bad Apple chuckled, extending his hoof to her. “Then let's get going.”
As they stepped out of the courtroom, they were met by the inevitable swarm of reporters. Their questions were as sharp and probing as ever, but Bad Apple had dealt with them enough times to parry their words with practiced indifference. Blood Diamond walked like a queen among peasants, her nose high, ignoring their jabs and accusations of bribery. Bad Apple mirrored her, offering only the most generic of responses. "The prosecution's case was strong, but ours was stronger."
They almost made it through unscathed, but just as they reached the stairs, Blood Diamond halted abruptly. Bad Apple, caught off guard, looked ahead and saw her obstacle: a mare, gaunt and broken, her eyes dead and filled with nothing but pain. It took Bad Apple a moment to remember her—Short Sprint, Sky Kicker’s mother.
She was a wreck, her body a shadow of what it had once been, and yet the hatred in her eyes burned with a life that was terrifying in its intensity. Blood Diamond froze, her arrogance melting away under the older mare's gaze.
“Why did you kill my daughter?” The question was a whisper, yet it struck like a thunderclap.
Blood Diamond was speechless, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find words. Finally, she managed to stammer out, “I did not kill your daughter. It was a tragic—”
The crack of hoof against stone cut her off, a sound so violent that it echoed through the now silent courtyard. Short Sprint had stomped down with such force that the stone beneath her hoof split. Bad Apple’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the dark tendrils of magic beginning to swirl around the mare. The air crackled with energy, and the look in her eyes left no doubt about her intentions—this was a pony pushed to the edge, driven by a grief so profound it had corrupted her very essence.
Blood Diamond’s eyes went wide, her fear rendering her silent as the crowd watched in stunned silence. The dark magic coiled around Short Sprint, her body trembling with the effort to contain it. The guards hesitated, uncertain of how to approach a situation so charged with raw, unstable power.
But Bad Apple was not one to hesitate. He saw the danger, assessed the risk, and acted. With a swift, decisive motion, he surged forward, his hoof connecting with Short Sprint’s chin with a force that dropped her instantly. The dark magic dissipated, leaving her unconscious and vulnerable on the cold stone steps.
For a moment, everything was still. Then, as if a spell had been broken, the courtyard erupted into chaos. Reporters fled, the guards rushed forward, and Bad Apple was left standing over the unconscious mare, the taste of adrenaline sharp in his mouth. Blood Diamond clung to him, her tears soaking into his coat.
“No, I stopped her before she could finish the spell,” Bad Apple explained to the guards, who were now assessing the situation with the detached professionalism of those used to cleaning up messes.
It took the guards thirty minutes to process everything, and in that time, Bad Apple remained calm, though his answers were vague, his demeanor clearly indicating that he was uninterested in the proceedings. He simply wanted to get it over with. Blood Diamond, on the other hoof, played her part dramatically—tears streaming down her face as she recounted how terrified she had been, how close she had come to death. Her performance was convincing, if a bit overdone.
Finally, the guards let them go, having no reason to detain them further. As Bad Apple walked away, leading the trembling Blood Diamond to safety, his mind was already turning over the events of the day. The incident with Short Sprint was unfortunate, but it was also an opportunity—a chance to further exploit the situation to his advantage. His mind worked quickly, calculating the best way to spin this, the best way to ensure that Blood Diamond’s gratitude translated into more bits.
Later that night, Bad Apple sat at his desk, the soft sound of Blood Diamond’s breathing drifting from the bedroom. The corners of his mouth twitched in a faint smile as he shook his head, muttering to himself, “Annoying, but useful. At least she’s good for something.” His eyes drifted over the mountain of paperwork before him, most of it the tedious aftermath of his latest case. He sighed, reaching for another case file—another politician tangled in yet another scandal. It was all so predictable, but predictability had its uses.
As he sorted through his mail, a letter caught his attention. The seal—a familiar family crest—stopped him cold. He paused, staring at it for a long moment before finally opening it. The contents were simple: an invitation to an Apple family reunion. He read the name at the bottom twice, trying to place it. “Apple bloom… Do I know an Applebloom?” The name tugged at a distant memory, a connection to a life he had left behind long ago. Then it clicked, and his smile returned—this time tinged with bitterness. “Ah, my baby sister. It’s been a long time.”
His smile turned cold as memories he had buried deep resurfaced. He placed the letter on the table, but another slipped out, unnoticed at first. Curious, he picked it up and began to read it aloud.
"Dear Bad Apple,
I hope this letter finds ya well. Mah name's Applebloom. I found an old photo album with yer picture in it, and when I asked 'bout ya, everypony pretended not to know who ya are. But I kept lookin' long enough to figure out who ya were, and I saw yer name in the papers. So, I decided to send ya this letter so we can get to know each other.
I know we ain't never met, but I'd love to change that. I hope ya can come to the get-together we're havin' soon.
Sincerely,
Applebloom”
The handwriting was crude but earnest, each letter pressed into the paper with the force of somepony who truly cared about what they were writing. Bad Apple sneered at the innocence it conveyed. He could almost hear the naive excitement in Applebloom’s voice, the joy of discovering a long-lost sibling. The laugh that escaped him was dark, full of contempt.
“Oh, the innocence of youth,” he muttered, the smile never reaching his eyes. The Apple family had always been a stubborn lot, clinging to their old ways, working the land when they could have made a fortune by selling it off. But maybe this Applebloom could be different. Maybe she could be convinced to see the world through his eyes—once she realized the power that lay in ambition, in greed.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hooves behind him. Blood Diamond, now awake, sauntered over and wrapped her hooves around his shoulders, leaning in close. “Still working? Why don’t you come back to bed?” she purred, her voice thick with seduction.
Bad Apple smiled, but it was the smile of a predator. He turned to her, his eyes softening in a way he knew she found irresistible. “I’d love to, my dear, but some family business just came up. However, we do have a little more time…” His voice trailed off, suggestive and inviting, a calculated move to keep her wrapped around his hoof just a little longer.
Blood Diamond’s eyes lit up at the attention, but before she could respond, three sharp knocks echoed through the room, sending a chill down Bad Apple’s spine. Blood Diamond frowned, confused. “I thought you said no one knew about this place.”
Bad Apple’s expression darkened, his playful demeanor vanishing as he grabbed a scrunchie from his drawer and tied it around his foreleg—a small, old habit that reminded him of who he really was, beneath the layers of charm and deceit. “I did.”
He moved to the door, peering through the peephole before letting out a frustrated sigh. Unlatching the door, he revealed two Praetorian Guards. They stepped inside, their presence making way for the towering figures of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.
Blood Diamond immediately dropped to her knees, her arrogance evaporating in the presence of royalty. Bad Apple, however, remained standing, his expression a blend of irritation and defiance. “You could have at least waited until I gave you permission to enter,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Celestia’s face remained serene, but Luna’s eyes flashed with barely restrained anger. The guards, seasoned veterans, took their positions—one by the door, the other strategically close to Bad Apple, ready to act if necessary.
Bad Apple’s mind raced, calculating the situation. Was this the day Celestia would finally rid Equestria of him? He doubted it, but the tension in the room was thick enough to cut. As he turned his back on the princesses and walked back to his desk, he knew he was pushing his luck. But that was part of the game, wasn’t it?
“Blood Diamond, you can go,” he said over his shoulder, dismissing her as casually as one would a servant. “We’ll have to reschedule our meeting.” The mare hesitated, her eyes flicking nervously between the princesses and Bad Apple. Luna’s sharp glare was enough to send her running from the room, her earlier confidence shattered.
Bad Apple took his seat, leaning back with a self-satisfied smirk as he folded his hooves. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” he drawled, his voice smooth, almost mocking.
The guard near his desk remained still, his presence a silent reminder of the power imbalance in the room. Yet Bad Apple couldn’t help but feel a perverse satisfaction at the sight of the two most powerful ponies in Equestria standing in his office, forced to negotiate with him.
“Sister, it appears the ponies have grown rather bold in my absence,” Luna remarked, her voice laced with disdain.
Bad Apple’s smirk widened. “A thousand years on the moon would leave anyone out of touch with the way things have evolved.”
Luna’s eyes narrowed, her magic sparking at the edges of her horn, but she maintained her composure. “And yet, some things remain disappointingly unchanged. The penchant for certain ponies to mistake insolence for wit, for instance.”
Celestia, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, her tone even and measured. “Forgive our intrusion at this late hour, but we wished to inquire about the incident outside the courthouse and ensure that our citizens are unharmed.”
Bad Apple’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Do you really expect me to believe that you both traveled all this way just to check on me after a little scuffle with a unicorn?”
Luna’s irritation was palpable, but Celestia remained composed. “No, Bad Apple. We came to ensure that justice is served and to discuss the broader implications of such public incidents.”
Bad Apple chuckled, leaning his chin on his hoof, his gaze flicking between the sisters. “Ah, straight to the point then. I doubt you’re here to offer me a cushy position as a prosecutor or a royal justiciar, are you?”
Celestia’s gaze remained steady, though there was a subtle shift in her expression—just enough to suggest a hint of frustration. “Indeed, straight to the point. While your skills are undeniable, your lack of certain virtues makes such positions unsuitable for you. We are here to request that you do not press charges against Short Sprint.”
Bad Apple’s laughter was cold, devoid of any real humor. “Press charges? I had no intention of doing so. It’s irrelevant. She assaulted my client in broad daylight, in front of the courthouse, with paparazzi and guards watching. Pressing charges would be redundant.”
He paused, letting the moment hang in the air as he watched the princesses carefully. This wasn’t about him; it was about Blood Diamond. The princesses weren’t here to protect him—they were here to protect Short Sprint from Blood Diamond’s wrath. The irony was delicious.
Bad Apple’s smile grew, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “I see now. You’re not trying to convince me not to press charges—you’re trying to convince my client, Blood Diamond.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “It’s rare when I have something over a princess. Not uncommon, but rare.”
He could see the flicker of recognition in Celestia’s eyes, the unspoken understanding that he held the cards in this game. Luna, however, was less restrained. Her eyes blazed with fury, the temperature in the room dropping as her magic flared in response to her barely contained rage.
Without warning, Luna stepped closer to Bad Apple, her horn igniting with a dark blue light. “You dare mock the crown, insolent wretch?” Her voice was low, dangerous.
Bad Apple didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, every word dripping with venomous intent. “Do you remember the Night Guard, Luna? The loyal ponies who served you without question, who followed you even after you betrayed them and all of Equestria? They stayed loyal like good dogs, even as you became the monster they feared.”
Luna’s magic flared, her fury igniting fully now. She lashed out, a blast of magic aimed directly at him, meant to send him crashing back. But Bad Apple was quicker than she anticipated. He twisted his body at the last second, using the momentum of her strike to roll with the impact, driving his own
hoof into her chest plate as he was knocked into the wall.
The collision was brutal, the sound of metal against stone echoing through the room. Luna staggered back, her chest plate dented where his hoof had struck, and for a moment, she stared at him in shock. No earth pony should have had the strength to damage enchanted armor—yet here he was, standing with a cold smile on his lips, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Bad Apple spat onto the floor, his defiance blazing in his eyes. “You thought you could intimidate me? You’re just as deluded as ever, Princess.”
Celestia, who had been watching with mounting concern, quickly stepped between them, her presence a calming but firm barrier. “Luna, enough!” she commanded, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of authority.
Luna’s magic receded, but the tension in the room remained thick, almost suffocating. Bad Apple watched as Luna struggled to regain her composure, her breaths coming in shallow, controlled bursts.
Celestia turned to Bad Apple, her expression unreadable. “What is it you want?” she asked, her voice steady but edged with irritation.
Bad Apple leaned back in his chair, feigning contemplation. In truth, he already knew what he wanted. “Ten thousand bits, delivered to my account within the next 24 hours. And I want a favor from the Crown—something I can call in whenever I choose.”
Luna’s eyes burned with fury, but Celestia remained impassive. After a moment, she nodded. “Agreed. But know this, Bad Apple—there are limits to what even you can get away with.”
Bad Apple smiled, a wolfish grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m well aware, Your Highness.”
As the princesses turned to leave, Luna shot him a final, withering glare. The temperature began to rise again as her magic receded, leaving behind an uneasy silence.
Once they were gone, Bad Apple let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He looked down at the letter from Applebloom, his thoughts drifting to the family he’d left behind.
“Yeah,” he muttered to himself. “Getting out of the city for a while should be nice, even if I have to spend it with those hicks.”
He began cleaning up the mess the princesses had made, his mind already working on the next step. As he sorted through the scattered papers, he picked up a quill and began drafting letters—one to Blood Diamond, instructing her to drop any thoughts of pressing charges, and another to his assistant, putting his current cases on hold.
His thoughts drifted back to his encounter with Luna, and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. “Who knew that lunar bitch still had that kind of hit. But at least I got to see Celestia’s heavenly cake. That view was worth a couple of bruises.”
As the chuckle turned into a full, echoing laugh, Bad Apple leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. For now, the game was in his favor, but in Equestria, the rules were always changing. And that was exactly how he liked it.
The grand doors to Canterlot Castle's hall burst open with a thunderous crack, echoing through the empty corridors. Luna stormed in, her mane a turbulent wave of stars and shadow, reflecting her barely contained fury. Her eyes glinted with the sharp intensity of the moon at its zenith, each step she took resonating with the force of her anger. The Praetorian Guards followed her, their expressions unreadable but their tension palpable.
Celestia entered moments later, her calm demeanor masking the concern she felt for her sister. She had seen this side of Luna before—rare, but unmistakable. It was a storm that could shake the foundations of even the most steadfast structures.
“Luna,” Celestia called softly, yet her voice carried the authority of centuries. But Luna continued her march, her fury propelling her down the corridor until she reached one of her private chambers. Without hesitation, she threw the doors open and stormed inside.
Celestia paused at the threshold, turning to the guards with a gentle nod. “Thank you. You may rest now.”
The guards exchanged a brief glance before bowing and retreating down the hallway, their hoofsteps fading into the distance.
Celestia stepped into the chamber and quietly closed the door behind her. The room, usually a haven of peace, now seemed to pulse with the energy of Luna’s wrath. Luna stood in the center, her chest heaving as she struggled to contain her emotions. Her eyes were still blazing, but beneath the anger, there was something else—something deeper.
“Sister,” Luna began, her voice trembling with the force of her feelings, “how could you bring those guards instead of my own? How could you stand there and let him insult us, insult me?”
Celestia approached her slowly, her own expression serious. “Luna, please listen. I chose the Praetorian Guards for a reason. Your Lunar Guards are fiercely loyal—loyal to a fault. If they had been there, they might have acted without thinking, driven by their devotion to you. Bad Apple is dangerous, and any impulsive action could have led to disaster.”
Luna’s gaze dropped to the deep dent in her chestplate, her hoof tracing the damage. “This armor is enchanted, forged to withstand the mightiest of blows. Yet he… he did this. How can a mere earth pony possess such strength? Such audacity?”
Celestia sighed, her voice softening. “It’s not just physical strength, Luna. Bad Apple’s power lies in his cunning, his ability to manipulate the law and turn it to his advantage. He’s part of the Lawyer Guild, a group that serves the law above all else—often twisting it to suit their needs. They are neither good nor evil, but they are a force to be reckoned with.”
Luna looked up, her anger momentarily giving way to confusion. “And we allow this? We let them undermine our authority?”
Celestia nodded slowly. “We do. Because as frustrating as it is, they maintain a certain balance in Canterlot. They ensure that the law is upheld, even when it opposes us. It is a delicate dance, one we must engage in if we are to keep the peace.”
“But I cannot shake this feeling,” Luna continued, her voice quieter now, “that he is more dangerous than we realize.”
Celestia hesitated, her mind flashing back to memories she had long tried to bury. She saw a figure in the darkness, his eyes like burning embers—golden, yet tainted with the poison of betrayal. Those eyes had once looked upon her with warmth, but now they seethed with hatred, with a desire to dominate and destroy everything she held dear.
“There is more to this, Luna,” Celestia admitted, her voice tinged with an unfamiliar weariness. “Bad Apple is not the true threat. He is but a pawn in a greater game. There is someone—something—behind him. A force I have sensed but cannot fully grasp.”
Luna’s eyes widened, her anger cooling as concern took its place. “Who? Who could command such power?”
Celestia looked away, her expression troubled. “I cannot say, not yet. The truth… it could endanger us both if revealed too soon. I need you to trust me, Luna. Trust that I will tell you when the time is right.”
Luna was silent for a long moment, her mind racing with possibilities. But finally, she nodded, though her expression remained grim. “I trust you, sister. But this is not easy. Short Sprint’s family has been loyal to me for centuries, even through my banishment. To see them suffer so unjustly—”
“It pains me as well,” Celestia interrupted gently, stepping closer to place a wing around Luna. “But we must be careful. Bad Apple is a master of his craft, and if we move too hastily, we could play directly into his hooves. Justice must be served, but it must be done wisely.”
Luna took a deep breath, the tension in her muscles slowly easing. “I understand, Celestia. But the injustice of it burns. I cannot forget what Blood Diamond has done.”
“And you won’t have to,” Celestia replied, her voice steady. “But we must be patient. We will watch Bad Apple closely, and when the time comes, we will act. Together.”
Luna’s resolve hardened, her anger replaced by a steely determination. “Yes. We will act, sister. And we will be ready.”
Celestia offered a soft, comforting smile as the weight of the moment began to lift. She moved toward the balcony, where the first light of dawn was beginning to break. “Come, Luna. Let us raise the sun and greet a new day.”
Luna joined her sister, the cool morning air calming the last remnants of her anger. As Celestia’s horn glowed with golden light, Luna watched the sun rise, feeling its warmth chase away the shadows that had lingered in her heart.
“We are stronger together,” Celestia said softly as the sun’s rays spread across the land. “No darkness can prevail as long as we stand united.”
Luna nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Yes, sister. Together, we will protect Equestria. And together, we will ensure that justice is served.”
As the sun climbed higher into the sky, the two sisters stood side by side, ready to face whatever challenges the new day would bring. And in that moment, as the light of dawn bathed the land, Luna knew that no matter how dark the night might become, she and Celestia would always find a way to bring the dawn.
The sun had fully risen over Canterlot, casting long, warm rays across the land. The golden spires of the city gleamed in the morning light, a beacon of Equestria’s supposed purity and grandeur. But Bad Apple saw the city for what it truly was: a glittering stage where everypony played their part in an elaborate game of power, posturing, and deceit. The false compliments, the carefully crafted façades, the endless jockeying for position—he loved every moment of it. Canterlot was a place where those with ambition could rise, and where the weak were left to flounder. It was a city that rewarded those willing to play the game, and Bad Apple was one of the best.
In the bustling Canterlot train station, Bad Apple stood on the platform of the Canterlot Express, waiting for his train to Ponyville. The station was alive with the sounds of ponies going about their morning routines, but Bad Apple paid little attention to the noise around him. His mind was elsewhere, turning over the events of the past few days and contemplating his future plans.
He was dressed sharply as always, his black suit immaculate, the crimson tie a stark contrast against his dark coat. To the casual observer, he appeared calm, collected—perhaps even content. But beneath that polished exterior, his thoughts were as sharp as ever, always seeking the next opportunity, the next move in the endless game he played.
The recent encounters with Princesses Celestia and Luna had been calculated risks. He had tested their limits, pushed the boundaries of their patience, and he had emerged unscathed. Physically, at least. The bruises would fade, and the advantages he had gained far outweighed them. Emotional scars? He cared nothing for those. Emotions were merely tools to be manipulated, whether in himself or others.
As he stood there, waiting for the train, Bad Apple reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a worn scrunchie. The scrunchie had long since lost its original color, now stained with a dark blotch of blood. His expression hardened as he looked at the stain, a mixture of irritation and something deeper flickering in his eyes. The scrunchie had belonged to his mother, Pear Butter—a relic of a past he rarely allowed himself to dwell on.
But today, the memories surfaced unbidden, like ghosts from the shadows of his mind.
He saw flashes of that dark, damp cave—a place that had once been the site of an unimaginable fortune. He remembered standing in the middle of it as a young colt, the air thick with fear and tension. His parents, Pear Butter and Bright Mac, were there, their faces twisted in anguish as chains were fastened around their necks. The clinking of metal echoed in his mind, the sound of their hooves scraping against the rocky ground as they were dragged away.
Bad Apple had told them not to follow him, to stay back and let him handle it. But they hadn’t listened. In the dim light of the cave, a small bag of jewels lay forgotten on the floor, the gems glistening faintly. Those jewels had been the cause of it all—the lure that had led to betrayal and captivity. Young Bad Apple had stood frozen, his heart pounding as he watched his parents disappear into the shadows. Then, like a whisper in his ear, the jewels called out to him. They promised power, wealth—everything he had ever desired, and things he hadn’t even known he wanted. The greed within him surged, an insatiable hunger that demanded to be fed.
He remembered how, after the echoes of his parents’ struggles had faded, he had darted forward and grabbed the bag of jewels. The weight of it had felt strange in his small hooves, both exhilarating and terrifying. The jewels were cold, their sharp edges digging into his skin, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was the promise they held—the power they would bring him. He had run from that cave, clutching the jewels to his chest, the memory of his parents being dragged away fueling his ambitions. Wealth, power—those were what mattered now.
The whistle of the approaching train pulled Bad Apple from his reverie. He shook his head slightly, as if to clear away the memories, and slipped the scrunchie back into his saddlebag. There was no time for nostalgia. The future awaited, and it was one he intended to shape with his own hooves, just as he had always done.
The Canterlot Express came to a halt before him, its doors sliding open with a hiss. Bad Apple adjusted his suit, his expression hardening once more into the calculating mask he wore so well. As he stepped onto the train, he glanced back at the station, at the city of Canterlot bathed in morning light.
To most, Canterlot was a shining beacon of hope, a city of light and harmony. But to Bad Apple, it was a city of masks, where power was traded in whispers and smiles, where every interaction was a move in a larger, more dangerous game. He thrived in it, loved the manipulation, the posturing, the false compliments that hid daggers behind every smile. Canterlot was a city where the strong rose to the top, and where the weak were left behind, and he had every intention of staying on top.
His thoughts turned once more to his future plans—how to leverage his recent encounters, how to manipulate the pieces on the chessboard to his advantage. The game was far from over, and he was determined to win, no matter the cost.
As the train began to move, carrying him away from the city and toward the rural outskirts where Sweet Apple Acres awaited, the memory of that cave lingered in the back of his mind. The sound of chains, the glint of jewels, the look in his parents’ eyes—these were the things that had shaped him, for better or worse.
Bad Apple stared out the window as the cityscape gave way to rolling hills and orchards. His hooves rested on the bag that held the scrunchie, his thoughts a tumultuous mix of greed, ambition, and a sadness he could never quite shake.
For now, the future was his to mold, but the past had a way of leaving its mark, no matter how much wealth or power he accumulated. And as the train sped toward its destination, Bad Apple couldn’t help but wonder if there would ever come a day when the jewels would no longer glisten quite so brightly, and when the echoes of that cave would finally fade into silence.
Reaching into his saddlebag once more, Bad Apple pulled out a small set of headphones. He placed them over his ears, the familiar strains of "Left Behind" beginning to play. The haunting melody filled his mind as he leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. The game was far from over, and the pieces were still moving. But for now, he allowed himself a moment of reflection—just a moment—before the train carried him into whatever lay ahead.
And as the song played, Bad Apple couldn’t help but smirk. In the end, everyone was left behind—except for those smart enough to keep moving forward.
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Reviewfilly
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563181
| 1 |
Princess Celestia,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Drama,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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I'mmortal
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A spell is finished. A unicorn disappears in a flash of light. An alicorn and a unicorn reappear.
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complete
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<p>Decades after the last Friendship Report arrived, a burst of green dragon flame ignited the darkness in Princess Celestia's room.</p><p>Although the contents of the letter remain unknown to the public, it's been noted by servants of the Crown, that the Princess abruptly cancelled all of her visits for the day and wasn't seen until the next one.</p><p>When questioned, Her Highness simply gave the audience a bittersweet smile before explaining that she was paying respects to an old friend.</p><hr/><p><i>A short-story that diverges at Magical Mystery Cure.</i></p><p><i>Edited by </i><a href="/user/289771/Equimorto" rel="nofollow"><i>Equimorto</i></a><i>, with additional help by </i><a href="/user/102408/Jessi" rel="nofollow"><i>Jinxed</i></a><i> and an Anon of /fimfic/.</i></p>
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everyone
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2024-08-10T13:26:13+00:00
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2024-08-12T07:49:17+00:00
| 1,785 |
Dear Princess Celestia,
I hope this letter finds you well. Or that it even finds you in the first place. I know it’s been many moons, and while I suppose time passes a little differently for you, I would still like to apologise for not contacting you sooner. For a while I was lulling myself with the idea that you yourself wouldn’t like to hear from me again, but let’s be fair, neither of us had any closure since that day and, unlike you, I only have so long to make amends.
On that day, I experienced the lowest of lows and the highest of highs in my life. I’m sure Spike wouldn’t believe it, but what I felt from making things right was so overwhelming, I cannot even put it into words. Even now, so many years later, my heart still beats a little faster and I feel a sort of uncanny tingling in my spine when I remember the joy and relief I saw on my friends’ faces as they became one with their marks once more.
With this in mind, you might imagine just what state of mind I was in when you whisked me away to that ethereal plane and proposed that, with a mere nod of my head, I could live my life as an alicorn from then on. The sensation was like pouring an ocean into an already overflowing cup. The promise of limitless time to spend on learning and a mastery over magic only those of your likeness possess… The word “Yes!” was practically ripping itself out of my throat. And had I still been the same young filly as I was before Princess Luna’s return, I don’t think I would have hesitated any longer than a moment. That nagging scholar in me you worked so hard to temper was ready to ascend in heart and soul.
But you know what? You succeeded in tempering her a little too well.
Because even if that side of me was ready to throw everything aside, the me who spent all that time with my friends wasn’t. I think the moment you showed me all those sweet memories of our adventures was the point where it crystallised in me clearer than anything I knew to that point: Twilight Sparkle would live a unicorn mare and would die as one.
At the time I couldn’t put the ‘why’ into words. Any haphazard excuses I could have spouted on the spot died in my mouth when my friends rushed in to console me over my “failure”. I remember you didn’t stay for long. You stood a step away from me, both in body and in mind, catching a single glance of me before you quickly looked away and excused yourself.
If you had any doubts, let me dispel them now. I knew it from the get go, that it was over. With all due respect, Princess, while your millennial cunning always let you stay ten steps ahead of everypony, that little glimmer of disgust and disappointment in your eye I saw before you hurriedly took off betrayed you. It was a visceral, almost instinctual reaction, not something any pony could hide, no matter their skill or age.
What followed during the next few days or perhaps even weeks, you must forgive me for not being in the right state of mind at the time to remember, was me feeling like I was taken apart into tiny little pieces and realising those pieces could no longer fit together. Until that point, I always had smaller goals, be that some mundane daily chore, the protection of my friends, or the furthering of my studies, but all of these were nothing compared to the looming, almost reverent need to live up to your standards.
And yet the source of my anguish wasn’t even the fact that I failed. Since, in the strictest sense, I didn’t. It wasn’t that I failed to reach alicornhood, rather that, whether consciously or subconsciously I’m still yet to figure out, I refused its gift.
No, the reason for my pain was the fact that I felt like I did the right thing. Only there wasn’t any great plan behind this refusal. No Nightmare Moon to stop by playing right into your hooves. Your expression and the fact that you’ve never once sought me out since told me that much. I simply failed you and my life until that point was shattered.
I must admit, that picking up the pieces dwarfed all my previous battles. In the beginning I often felt like there was no point in even bothering to try. Yet something deep in me, that I didn’t understand at the time, told me I could not wallow in misery forever. So I willed myself back into the world. Within a year even my friends thought I was alright. I learned to live again, to study again, to laugh and play, I even managed to take part in the next Winter Wrap-Up. By almost all means I was back to my old self. But inside, I was still harbouring a turmoil. That dreaded ‘why’.
Why did I say no? Why did I throw away what other ponies could never even dream of achieving? Why did I defy you?
Occasionally, I found myself unable to sleep, kept awake by these thoughts or the fact that one day I will lie down and never get up again. That I had the opportunity to look Death in the eyes and say “No, thank you” and I walked away. But it was this very fear, combined with my day to day life, that ultimately gave me answer.
As one of the Bearers of the Elements and, far more importantly, a friend to them all, the loss of finality on my end would have robbed us all of just how special and unique our friendship truly is.
Consider for instance Applejack and her first foal. She has grown up to be a beautiful and healthy mare, more than befit the Apple name, just like her mother. Despite my strong insistence, she still checks in on me every once in a while, even though nothing binds us beyond me being Applejack’s friend.
Had I ascended that day, things would be so much different. It wouldn’t have been a joyous, once in a lifetime occasion to meet the newest little twig of family and see Rainbow’s badly-hidden tears of joy when AJ asked her to be the foal’s Sunmother. No, in short time it would have become a burden of watching and watching out for an entire, continuously-growing lineage of ponies, whose connection to me would have waned more and more with each generation, until all sense of why my connection with the Apples is special would’ve ended up lost.
And when it comes to Rainbow herself, in my and many other ponies’ eyes, she is truly one in a million. I’m convinced Equestria will speak of her for generations to come, long after either of us are gone. But while generations are unfathomably long for us, I’m sure I don’t have to explain it to you, that to an immortal it’s nothing more than a blink of an eye.
There will come a day when somepony would rise to surpass even Rainbow Dash and she will end up relegated to the one place she never-ever would have liked to end up at—the dusty pages of a history book. I could not deny the new star’s fame, but I also could not bear to see my friend be wiped away like that.
Or to see Rarity’s couture be deemed old and unfashionable, unaware of how each and every one of those pieces were made to fit a pony perfectly. Or the loss of that whirlwind menace of balloons and sugar we all know by the name Pinkie Pie, and to see the world forget her unforgettable parties and how much she looked out for us all. Or the thought of having to face Fluttershy’s animals and explain to them without even a fraction of the grace and eloquence she possesses, that their caretaker will never return. Grief is a part of our life, but nopony should be forced to grieve for so many.
But all of these are nothing compared to one thought that kept haunting me—what if I was approaching things from the wrong way all along? What if my friends really aren’t that unique? I am repulsed by the very idea, but the Elements need their Bearers. They aren’t mere tools and we’ve long suspected they have a mind of their own. Their use in the wrong hooves is ineffective at best and disastrous at worst. So now that they have been awakened again, I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that they will always find a pony who is Kind, one who is Loyal, Honest, Generous, and one who can best embody Laughter.
So why would Magic be any different? Who am I to force stagnation on a system that’s meant to flow from one generation to the next? Could I even form the same deep bond with the new Bearers, as I did with the girls? With all the dangers looming over us every day, I’m sure there would be plenty of pressure on us all and I refuse to think the concerns of national security are a good source of genuine relationships. And even if I could pass my Element on, I would always be reminded of what I’ve lost, whenever I gazed upon my own mark.
So that is why. I never took you as cruel and I still don’t believe you are. No, I’m sure what you attempted to do was kindness on your behalf. However, I cannot shake the idea that you’re ancient enough that you might not even remember these feelings I’m grappling with or that your heart has long hardened to these problems. If so, I couldn’t even blame you for it, I’m certain mine would too. Maybe even faster than yours, I know I don’t deal well with stress and pain. But I simply cannot be that pony. I cannot just play my part because the moment I do I sacrifice Twilight the unicorn, just so Twilight the alicorn may be born. Even today, when the breeze of mortality I feel on myself has already grown to a steady wind, I would refuse. It’d be a cruelty to us all.
I never expected it, but Spike proved to be the most helpful in putting my feelings into words. He was the one who also convinced me to finally write this letter. Even though I was back on my hooves, I felt so utterly alone in my situation. None of the girls could empathise, even if they all sympathised with me. This was simply not their burden to bear. I couldn’t talk to you or Luna, and I felt like it would be cruel to discuss this with Cadence as she had already made her choice. But dragons live centuries more than ponies. And as much as Spike is my little brother, he had grown to be quite the capable adult, with a much smarter head on his shoulders than many would give him credit for.
He was far more understanding than I was hoping for and after I finally broke and told him all that has been hanging over me like a dark shade, he simply pulled me into a hug. We stayed like that for a while, before, through quite a few tears of his own, he echoed each and every one of my worries, even if in the grand scale of things his lifespan is like measuring candlelight to your Sun. And if he’s terrified from a few centuries, how could I cope with millennia?
This will be my last letter to you. As I’ve hinted before, I don’t know how much time I may have left. Certainly not enough to wait for you too long, nor to live what remains with regret. Especially when I wouldn’t even be the pony who carries these regrets the longest. And, while you may think that carrying these is a part of who you are now, I don’t think these pains should outlive me. So, if you could oblige an old mare with a visit, I wouldn’t mind lifting this burden off your shoulders in return of seeing your radiance again.
Your still-faithful ex-student,
Twilight Sparkle
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Timzocker201
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563182
| 1 |
Main 6,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Violence
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The Expedition
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After a group of Timberwolves jumps through a portal into a military base in the human realm, the local forces decide to send an expedition. However, after just two soldiers crossed over, the portal collapses behind them...
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incomplete
| 37 | 1 |
<p>What's a military to do, except answer in kind when they're attacked? The target may be an unknown dimension, but that does not deter the brave soldiers of the german 803rd armoured engineer battallion. They prepare to send a scout squad, Tom Straßenbauer and Felix Eisenhans among them - Felix as MG gunner and Tom as his assisting.<br/>As the heavy weapons team, they get sent in first, with the intent to secure the immediate area around the portal, so the rest of the squad can follow safely...</p><p>But who could've thought that the portal would collapse, just after they made it through?</p><hr/><p>Yes, the cover art is AI-generated at the moment. I will replace it, once I can afford to pay an artist (or once someone volunteers to make a new one for free).</p>
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teen
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2024-08-21T12:13:00+00:00
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2024-08-21T12:12:58+00:00
| 404 |
Nobody could've seen it coming, on either side of the rift between realms. Nobody could've known that a portal would open, with one side in the Everfree and the other inside of a german military base. Nobody could've known that a pack of Timberwolves would seize the opportunity and jump into new hunting grounds. Nobody could've known, that the portal would collapse the moment the response team tried to enter.
It was a foggy morning, typical for the rural german countryside in fall, especially when a river is nearby. The base of the 803rd armoured engineers was busy, even though the day had just barely begun. The morning roll call had just finished and the soldiers immediately busied themselves with their tasks - maintenance, bureaucracy, preparations for the next big exercise... slacking off...
At first, nobody noticed how a slight shimmering glow emanated from the middle of the parade ground. However, when the portal opened and a horde of wooden canines suddenly emerged in their midst, the prior calm was replaced with a wary silence.
And then the chaos ensued.
The wolves pounced, attacking anyone they could get their splinters on, but the soldiers would not just let themselves be eaten. After the first shock had passed, the officers rallied their troops and ordered their men to stand their ground.
They split into two groups. One would hold the assailants back with anything they could get their hands on. Brooms were used as polearms, scissors as swords and old wardrobe doors as shields, all in an effort to buy time while the second group would go to the armory and get properly equipped.
After a few intense minutes, the battle ended when the thunderous roar of a dozen rifles silenced every last one of the attacking wolves. In the aftermath, many had to be treated for wounds of varying degree - some even critical -, but miraculously only one soldier was killed.
Still, this raid could not remain unanswered and so, a squad of volunteers was equipped for an expedition.
A captain volunteered to lead the expedition and together with him, twelve soldiers stepped up - Tom Straßenbauer and Felix Eisenhans among them. They assembled in front of the portal, all prepared in full combat dress and ready for some action, but before they would enter into the unknown, the captain stood before them one last time and called for an equipment check.
"[I'll list off, what each of you should've received. Each soldier is individually responsible for checking his gear and rearming as necessary!]" the captain said, before taking up a clipboard and reading aloud: "[1 Vest - SK1 (equals Lvl 3A), 1 G-36 Assault Rifle, 10x 30 rounds 5.56x45mm - 5 filled into magazines and 5 as reserves, 2 MREs. Furthermore, mandatory equipment includes the gas mask and wetclothes.]"
Once the captain finished, a few soldiers excused themselves to fetch equipment they forgot - the gas mask in most cases - and once everyone had returned, the captain continued.
"[Right. Now, for the special equipment: Eisenhans, you've got the MG, Straßenbauer, you're his assisting.]"
In response, Eisenhans patted the MG3 he already held and Straßenbauer turned to show the spare barrel case hanging from his backpack.
"[Kretschmer, you've got the Panzerfaust.]" the captain continued and Kretschmer showed him both, the cartridges hanging from his back and the pouch with the launch piece.
"[Lastly, Riese, you've got the Radio.]" He said and Riese showed him the radio set stowed away into the top of his backpack.
"[Alright. Any questions?]" the captain asked and Riese raised his hand.
"[Why are we bringing a radio if there's no one out there that we could radio?]" He asked and the captain answered.
"[It's not about us radioing someone, but someone radioing us, in this case the squads that go in after us. Any other questions?]"
When nobody else had a question, the captain continued: "[Alright, everyone don gas masks and then, we go in. Eisenhans, Straßenbauer, you take point.]"
The squad did as they were told and once everyone had donned their mask and the captain gave the signal, Straßenbauer and Eisenhans jumped through the portal. However, as soon as they were through, something seemed to gro wrong. the portal started wobbling and the middle that acted almost like a perfect window before, now became fuzzy and distorted. The soldiers following Tom and Felix just barely stopped, before the portal became filled with small lightnings and started shrinking.
"[Fuck!]" Eisenhans cursed, as he watched their only way home slowly close behind them. Straßenbauer tried to test, if they could still jump back, but jolted back when one of the lightnings hit his hand.
"[OW!]" He exclaimed as his hand was zapped and the portal collapsed completely.
The two stranded soldiers stood silently in the woods they now found themselves in, alone, in a foreign land and with no way to return.
"[I knew we shouldn't have done this on a tuesday.]" Straßenbauer commented off-handedly.
"[Yeah, very funny, Tom. Any idea what we should do now?]" Eisenhans asked with a hint of panic creeping through his voice.
"[... Air check.]" Straßenbauer then said and kneeled next to Eisenhans. He grabbed the front of his mask and Eisenhans made ready to slap it back on, in case Straßenbauer was paralyzed or otherwise unable to re-don his mask. Straßenbauer then cautiously lifted the front of his mask and took some short sips of air, as if sipping hot coffee. His sips slowly became larger and deeper, until he took a full breath.
"[Air seems clear.]" Straßenbauer announced.
"[Thank god.]" Eisenhans sighed, as he and Straßenbauer took off their helmets, to remove their masks and then put the helmets back on again. "[I hate wearing gas masks. Makes my face all sweaty.]"
"[Yeah, but you know what's even worse than wearing gas masks?]" Straßenbauer asked.
"[What?]"
"[Running with a gas mask.]" Straßenbauer stated, making Eisenhans shudder.
"[Oh god, please don't remind me. We did that only once in basic and it was already more than plenty for me.]" Eisenhans said. "[So anyways, what do we do now?]"
Straßenbauer shrugged. "[I dunno, you're the superior here.]"
"[Hahaaaaa, very funny.]" Eisenhans said unamused. "[I'm an HG, you're an OG. You know full-well that neither of us is actually technically 'superior'...]" He then looked around and pointed in a random direction. "[But if you insist, I guess we should march that way]"
Straßenbauer followed Eisenhans's point and saw a slight incline that led them directly towards what appeared to be the morning sun.
"[Gotcha. Any particular reason?]" He asked and Eisenhans shrugged.
"[Not really. I just trust my gut to be just as keen on being shot as I am.]"
"[Fair point. Alright, let's go then.]" Straßenbauer said, as he took his position slightly diagonally behind Eisenhans and they both marched into the sunrise.
An hour of marching and no sign that this forest would ever end. If they didn't know any better, Eisenhans and Straßenbauer would've thought that some cosmic deity purposely kept them trapped in there. However since both had (more or less involuntary) experience in navigating the german forests, they knew that it could very well just be a very large forest.
"[Guess we should take a break. No use wearing us out right now.]" Eisenhans offered.
"[Is there ever any use in wearing us out?]" Straßenbauer asked sarcastically, as he set down his backpack and sat on it.
"[Yes. For example that one time, when we accidentally swiped HFw Hermann's phone off the table and we both hauled ass so he didn't find out it was us.]"
Both shared a short, but hearty laugh at the memory.
"[Ah yes, HFw Hermann, god bless that man. If he wasn't stuck in medical after the attack, he'd've probably already conquered this place by now.]" Straßenbauer joked.
"[Yeah, but unarmed. Why waste ammo, when your presence alone is powerful enough to make your enemies just spontaneously drop dead?]" Eisenhans added and they both shared a chuckle.
But their jolly little break was suddenly interrupted, when they heard rustling in the underbrush next to them.
Both immediately fell silent and readied their weapons. Eisenhans grabbed the MG3 and Straßenbauer attached a bayonet to his G36, before putting the spare barrel and an ammo box next to Eisenhans on the ground.
A few tense seconds passed in complete silence, but the soldiers knew that this was distinctly not good. The birdsong that had filled the air up until now had completely subsided. Neither dared to even breathe, lest they'd make a noise loud enough to be heard by whatever was stalking them.
A few more moments passed with nothing happening, but the birdsong yet didn't return. Then, suddenly, Straßenbauer felt this severe feeling of dread and this strong, tickling itch in his back, as his instincts went into overdrive.
"[Behind us!]" He screamed, as he whirled around and spotted a shape lurking in the shadows.
He grabbed the ammo box and Eisenhans grabbed the spare barrel, as both hauled ass to get away from whatever that beast was - and just in time. Only moments after they started running, the beast tried to pounce and once it realized that its prey had managed to evade, it let out a mighty roar that shook the earth.
Once they'd gained enough distance, Eisenhans slammed his MG3 down onto its bipod and started slinging lead, while Straßenbauer did the same with his G36.
It was only now that they came to see their opponent in full - a Lion-Dragon-Scorpion hybrid, that stood tall enough to touch the treetops. However, even the mighty manticore couldn't survive over a dozen 7.62 bullets slung directly into its face and that, combined with the 5.56 support from Straßenbauer, made the beast drop relatively quickly.
"[Holy fuck, what was THAT?!]" Eisenhans exclaimed, once they saw their assailant collapse.
"[Umm, I'm not quite sure, but if I remember greek mythology correctly, this might be a 'Manticore'. Interesting.]" Straßenbauer commented.
"[Wha... I mean, the question, why a greek myth beast exists in this dimension, aside: How the FUCK are you so calm about this?]" Eisenhans asked loudly, adrenaline clearly still rushing through his veins.
In response, Straßenbauer turned around and looked at him incredulously, while holding out his clearly shaking hand. "[I'm just better at hiding it, my dude. Now, come help me move this guy. Kitty here - of course - dropped precisely onto our stuff.]"
Eisenhans gave an annoyed groan at their misfortune, before bringing the box and spare barrel with him to where the manticore dropped. There, he and Straßenbauer pushed several times together, to even get the massive beast to move a little. After multiple tries, they managed to get the corpse to roll over just barely enough so that Eisenhans could grab the backpacks, while Straßenbauer held the corpse in place, as best as he could.
Once their luggage was freed from its fleshy trap, Straßenbauer let the corpse drop and leaned against a tree with a strained groan. "[Fuck my life, that was heavy. How 'bout you go on a diet, laddy?]" He wheezed, while patting the manticorpse.
"[Speaking of weight...]" Eisenhans started, before holding the MG over to Straßenbauer. "[Your turn.]"
Straßenbauer rolled his eyes and groaned a bit more. "[Great. Any observations for me to take into account?]" he asked.
"[Yes, actually.]" Eisenhans stated and pointed to their previous position, where two thick skidmarks were visible. "[The ground here is very soft. The recoil was pushing me backwards, even though I had dug my entire feet into the ground.]"
"[Splendid. Well, I suppose, we should get going again. Maybe we'll make it out of this accursed forest within the day.]" Straßenbauer whined, taking Eisenhans's Backpack and stowing his G36 into it. Eisenhans, in turn, took his G36 from his backpack and stowed the extra ammo box into his big belt pouch.
They then both went to don the other's backpack, however while Straßenbauer did so with little difficulty, Eisenhans was clearly surprised by the apparent weight.
"[Good lord, what do you have in there?!]" Eisenhans asked incredulously.
"[Your ammo... or, well, mine now.]" Straßenbauer answered, tapping the MG for emphasis.
"[How much fucking ammo did they give you?!]" Eisenhans groaned, as he adjusted the straps to try and alleviate some of the strain.
"[Two 200-boxes and two 100-boxes 7.62.]" Straßenbauer answered, which made Eisenhans raise an eyebrow at him.
"[200-boxes? What did they think, we'd be doing out here? Dig trenches through this accursed forest or what?]" Eisenhans groaned in annoyance.
"[How would I know? Let's just hope that they filled them with 100-belts or we'll have to get creative.]" Straßenbauer sighed. "[Well, at least we have the two 100-boxes to work with, for now. Should last us a bit.]"
"[You mean, 'should last us until one of us gets a trigger cramp'.]" Eisenhans snarked.
"[Granted. Speaking of which, how much did you shoot?]" Straßenbauer asked and Eisenhans answered: "[Dunno, 30-ish? I only got three bursts in.]" Eisenhans recounted.
"[Alright. Guess, 70 shots will have to suffice for now. Come on, we should get going.]" Straßenbauer said finally, before marching on, roughly into the direction they were heading before and Eisenhans fell into step in the same position, Straßenbauer held at first.
Twilight was unsure what had happened. All she knew was that she was just sitting at the breakfast table with Spike, when she suddenly heard something that sounded like rapid fireworks going off and echoing in the distance. Yet, when she looked outside, there was nothing to be seen.
She asked Pinkie Pie about it, yet the party mare knew as much as she did, which was odd, since Pinkie always knew about all the festivities going on, no matter where or when. What was even more odd, however, was that, when she asked her other friends about it, both, Applejack and Fluttershy stated, that it sounded like it came out of the Everfree...
Equipment Check:
Ammo:
569 rounds 7.62x51mm
586 rounds 5.56x45mm (total)
Food Rations:
2 MREs (can last 3 days, when used sparingly)
2 opened MREs (can last 2 days, when used sparingly)
4x 1.5l Water bottle (4l left in total)
2x 1l Canteen (empty)
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Cheerilee,Original Character,Dark,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore
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Dolly is a filly with a strange fixation on dolls. Cheerilee notices this.
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<p>Cheerilee knows her students well, and Dolly is no exception. Since she arrived at Cheerilee's school, Cheerilee noticed the filly's fixation with dolls. Young fillies should play with dolls and toys, but not that much. She decides to talk to her mother about it. </p><hr/><p>Warning: This story has very graphic descriptions, so yeah</p>
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These kids will be the ruin of me. As much as I love to teach, I can’t say it doesn’t get on my nerves sometimes. ‘Sit down Applebloom!’ , ‘Stop throwing paper planes around!’ , ‘Pay attention class!’
However, it’s as rewarding as it is tiring. Sometimes, you have a student that motivates you to keep going. Their genuine curiosity to understand the world around them, and the satisfaction you get from nurturing them into being able to think for themselves and want to explore new things, even something as simple as when a student tells me about a book they’ve read, or a new spell they’re learning, or a hundred other things. It brings me a smile.
But there’s always one or two in class. There is this one Filly. Almost never says a word, and barely interacts with anypony. I think she’s new, moved in from Canterlot, Dolly is the kind of Filly that you would avoid if you were younger. In my early highschool years at least, I’ve always had that one pony that I barely interacted with, mostly because I thought they were weird.
Look, I know it’s not right to judge ponies, much less young kids, but she is something alright. Dark gray unicorn with a reddish mane, black colored eyes, cutie mark being a sewing needle which makes sense considering what she brings to school everyday.
Dolls. With soft coats, and button eyes, silky smooth mane and tail. I actually talked to her a few times, she’s very monotone and quiet, but gets more talkative whenever the topic lands on dolls and what she enjoys to do. She’s told me she spends her free time making dolls, and that her mother usually helps her. Usually, I’d say that’s fine but…
These dolls are creepy. There’s enough stories of haunted dolls going around as is, especially in a schoolhouse full of young kids, but these dolls merit the title. She gave me one once, it was a male pegasus with a grayish skin and jet black mane and tail, the cutie mark being that of a piece of parchment.
It was smooth, the fabric of the skin, the coat, it was way too smooth, way too lifelike for my liking, warm to the touch too. It had a stylish mane and tail made perfectly to fit the doll, each strand of hair having been carefully sewn together with precise attention to detail, in some parts it was possible to see where the line of the fabric connected together.
The feathers were like that of a bird’s, or maybe even a pegasus’ wing, I’m not sure as I don’t go around touching random pegasus’ wings, and even the structure of the wing itself almost felt real, I could extend the wing and stretch it out, or keep it close to the body how a pegasus would.
Most unsettling of all were the big black button eyes, reflecting my own image on its polished surface, like I was staring into a dark mirror version of myself. Every second I spent looking is another second I wanted to put the doll away in some box and throw it in tartarus. And that creepy strewn smile made me shiver.
‘It’s very beautiful darling!’ I told her back then. ‘Keep doing more, you’re great at it!’
It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t entirely correct either. They were made so perfectly that they were almost eerily realistic, so I guess in that regard, she had done really well. But it was taking a toll on her social life. The only friends she had were the trio. The Cutie Mark Crusaders, as they called themselves. And it seemed like they only talked to her mostly out of pity, maybe wanting her to feel better about herself.
Maybe this meeting with her mother can clear up some of my doubts. I don’t want to be too intrusive on her life, but I don’t want to let this go unnoticed. I understand it’s something she likes to do, but she seems to be so hyper fixated on it, that she won’t do anything else. Dolly is a great Filly, I know it, but I’m hoping this meeting can guide her into being at least a little more sociable or attempting to be more sociable.
My hooves already trembled with anxiousness as I stepped toward the house. An unassuming Ponyville house, ordinary as could be, with maybe the exception of a very small front lawn. It was more on the outskirts of town and a couple of minutes away from the main park. Actually, it was somewhat close to my house too.
A gentle smile greeted me once the door opened, an unicorn mare with a yellowish lemon coat and pink messy mane, her mother. We'd only talked once, which was when she came to enroll her daughter. I recall her being very friendly.
“Hi Miss Cheerilee! Great to see you again, what brings you here?” She fully opened the door for me, I didn't want to be rude but I can't deny I wanted to peer inside.
“Hi there Poppy! It's great to see you too! I just wanted to talk to you about some things… Is Dolly here?” I peered over her shoulder, but couldn't see much into the dark interior of the house.
“No, she's with Applebloom and her friends at Applejack's farm, she might be home soon. But hey, come on in, let's talk, I’ll make you some tea!” She invitingly stepped aside and gestured for me to come in, but once I stepped through that doorway and turned into the living room to the right, my heart almost skipped a beat.
Hundreds, and I mean, HUNDREDS of those dolls were staring down at me with those soulless button eyes from pretty much everywhere. The shelf in the living room, the nightstand in the hallway,even some of them on the couch. All with different mane colors, different coat colors, even unique cutie marks for each and every single one.
“AH!” I couldn't help but gasp in surprise, I even made Poppy worry as she ran up to me with wide eyes, but just chuckled once she saw the problem were the dolls. I turned to her, embarrassed out of my life. “I'm sorry! It's just- There’s suddenly so many!”
“Oh! It's okay! Really!” She giggled while stepping through the doorway leading into their living room. “Most ponies feel the same way. Come in, sit on the couch, I'll make you some tea.”
“R-Right.” Gulping down my fears, I took a few steps forward and sat down at the large couch next to a window, patiently waiting as Poppy made her way through one of the doorways into the connected kitchen.
This place creeped me out. There were so many of them, and they all looked way too uncanny for my liking. Even as I was sitting there alone in the living room, it never truly felt like it. It felt like all these button eyes were silently judging me for coming to their home. Eugh! It made my whole body shiver.
It took two extremely long minutes before Poppy came back with a small kettle of tea, it smelled like camomile. She floats the tray with her magic and places it on the coffee desk before us.
“So… what'd you want to talk about? Is it about Dolly?” She asks whilst she poured steaming tea into a small cup.
“Yes. She's… Well…” How could I put this in a nice way? “Distant from the other kids in the school.”
“Doesn't she have Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo? She tells me all the time about them.” That's three ponies out of a classroom of thirty. Poppy handed me the cup before pouring some for herself.
“Yes, but still. She's distant and doesn't do well with the other kids. She spends most of her time playing with dolls and yes that's normal behavior for a kid her age, but that's all she does. She doesn't interact with many other ponies.” I took a sip from the cup, actually quite good. Helped soothe the soul from these dolls staring at me.
“Normal for kids her age.” Poppy chuckled as she sat on a nearby armchair. “I really don’t see the problem, miss Cheerilee.”
Well maybe there isn’t a problem then. Maybe I’m just way too worried over normal behavior for fillies her age. I’m reluctant to continue speaking, but she was staring me down with a mixed look between confusion and inquiry, waiting on my thoughts about the situation.
“Dolly spends too much time with her dolls, that’s the thing. She avoids interaction with other kids in favor of spending more time with her dolls. She sits alone during lunch and to this day, I’m still not sure how Applebloom and her friends managed to befriend her, I just know they were very insistent.” I wonder why they even wanted to be friends with her. Maybe they saw her as much of an outcast as them and didn’t want her to feel the way they did. “What I’m trying to say is that you should encourage Dolly to make new friends. Kids growing up need to socialize.”
“Are you guys talking about me?” A young foal’s voice coming from the entrance hallway caught our attention. I turned to face the familiar voice, and saw Dolly standing rather ominously while holding a doll with one hoof. She’s got no expression, no emotion in her voice, she’s quiet in a way that is hard to describe, but it’s definitely not in a pleasant way. Everything about this filly is right enough, but still odd in the same off-putting way that her dolls are.
“Oh, hi sweetie! Back soon from the Apples farm?” Her mother welcomed her with a smile, placing down her half-finished cup to gently trot over to her daughter and give her a forehead kiss. It was sweet to see she’s a caring mother.
“Hey there Dolly.” I, on the other hoof, just gave her a wave with one hoof and a nervous, rather forced smile.
“Hi Miss Cheerilee.” She greeted me back with an unnervingly robotic and monotone voice. She then turned to her mother. “Yeah. I liked playing with them though. They are fun.”
“That’s great to hear dearie.” Her mother turned to me, lifting her brows with a subtle nod toward her daughter, like she was trying to quietly tell me ‘see? there’s nothing wrong’
At the time, I just nodded in silence, but I couldn’t accept it fully. I’m glad she’s having fun with the crusaders, but I still thought she needed to be more sociable, and stop being so hyper fixated on these creepy dolls. But well, I’m just a teacher. In the end, I can only try and guide the parents into the path I think is best, but the decision is ultimately up to them. I won’t question her.
“I think it’s about time for me to go, I still have some papers to grade.” I placed my cup of tea on the coffee table before me and lifted myself off the couch, making my way to the mother-daughter duo standing at the living room doorway. Poppy stepped aside and pulled her daughter along to give me space to step out.
“It was nice having you over. Maybe you can come again some other time when you’re free?” Poppy added, leaning her head to the side with a smile as I walked out the front door. Dolly just stood behind her, peeking over her side in silence.
“Yeah. I suppose I can.”
“And that’s how pegasus ponies walk on clouds.” The lecture on geography and atmosphere had been less than interesting for all of the fillies and colts, their faces showed pure, unadulterated boredom. I honestly didn’t blame them. This kind of lesson would only be interesting for one filly in the classroom, but she was unfortunately absent. Along with her friends.
I take a quick glance at the clock.
“Alright, recess time everypony.” Oh but they jumped out of their seats as soon as they heard those two words. I watched them head out the door but stayed inside erasing the chalk on the blackboard before I made my way out.
The playground was full of joy and cheer, from playful colts to fillies enjoying their break. Every now and then I’d have to break off the odd fight, but it’s mostly calm. But under the shade of a tree, at the very corner of the playground, Dolly sat and played with the dolls, magically levitating the ragdolls back and forth. Talking to them even.
This is what I was telling Poppy. This is normal behavior, yes, but not to this extent. I tried talking to her, just so she wasn’t so lonely. As I approached, I caught a glimpse of her conversation with the dolls.
“I agree!” She spoke excitedly, lifting one doll. “Cutie Mark Crusaders to the rescue!” Cutie mark crusaders?
And that’s when I finally noticed the dolls she was levitating with her magic. Yellow coat, red mane, an earth pony. White coat, purple curly mane, an unicorn. Peach colored coat with a cerise colored mane, and tiny wings. They looked so terrifyingly real, even with the button eyes.
My mind couldn’t even form explanations. I couldn’t really understand what was going on or how or why or when or what, at that moment it felt so surreal and strange to see such life-like dolls out of three of my students. It felt uncomfortable, creating an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Even Scootloo’s tiny wings were replicated in the doll’s. I really shouldn’t have felt that way because of simple dolls, but odd behavior coupled with whatever this is…
And the more she kept playing, the more I stared at Sweetie Belle’s doll, and in turn, the more it stared back at me with an unbroken gaze, sat down with its flank on the floor, just staring silently at me. But even in that silence, I could still feel that uneasy feeling, and despite the doll being so likefike during most times, this time, it was unmoving. In my straight line of sight just staring. With those cold button eyes. Deep into me. For a moment I wondered if it was even trying to tell me something.
“Miss Cheerilee? Do you want to play too?” Her monotone voice snapped me out of my trance with the doll, I was caught off guard by her. She looked at me then back down at the little play area. “The cutie mark crusaders love to go out on adventures.”
Despite the uneasy feeling that swelled in my stomach, I gulped down my anxiousness and sat down next to her. Why not, right?
“Sure.” I grabbed Sweetie Belle’s doll then examined it for a good couple of seconds. As usual, the mane felt soft, it even had a lavender smell and it curled up at the tips, like Sweetie Belle’s actual mane. The button eyes continued to stare at me. “Did you… Make these dolls for them?”
Even with the screaming of colts and fillies behind me, Dolly’s silent side-gaze could be heard all over Equestria.
“Yeah.” She replied after a few seconds of silence. “But they didn’t come today.”
“You can give it to them tomorrow.” I added, then sat Sweetie belle down on the grass in front of me.
“I guess.” She watched me sit her down and made Scootaloo trot over.
“Do you like them?” I moved Sweetiebelle’s body as if she was talking, my eyes lifting up to see Dolly’s attention focused on the dolls.
“I like them. They talk to me a lot, they tell me we’re all friends. They tell me I need to bring more friends.” She did the same as I did, moving Scootaloo and Applebloom as if the three talked together. At least she seemed interested in making new friends. I’m glad the CMCs could inspire her. “I like making them.”
“I’m happy you like making friends. You should make more friends.” Scootaloo trotted away before she was set down on the grass. I kept Sweetiebelle talking to Applebloom, but it didn’t last too long.
I felt Dolly’s intense gaze on me, and as I looked up, I confirmed my suspicions.
With a neutral expression, and soulless eyes, she just leaned her head to the side.
“Will you be my friend, Miss Cheerilee?” She asked.
Whatever it takes for her to be more sociable.
“Sure. I can be your friend.” I replied with a nod and a sincere smile.
She smiled back. I think that was the first time I’d ever seen her do that.
Just what I needed at the end of a long day, a nice relaxing cup of tea and a good book at my side. I still needed to finish my book, ‘dancing with myself’ and it’s starting to get to the good part. But as soon as I sat on my lazy chair and kicked up my hindlegs, with a warm cup of tea at my side, I heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice.
“Miss Cheerilee!” Honestly, I kinda didn’t want to stand up now that I was finally at home and getting ready to get some relaxation time of my own, but I was too nice of a person to just ignore it. Well, it’ll be quick anyways. I sighed and made my way to the front door just to my side.
“Hi Miss Cheerilee!” It was Poppy, she carried a basket with some delicious looking muffins I must admit.
“Oh, hey there Poppy.” I greeted her with a smile. “What brings you here so late?”
“I know you’re trying to get some rest, but I’m sorry. I just thought I should thank you for talking with Dolly. She says she talked to you, and now really wants to make new friends.” Hm? I don’t think I did much. “She says you two are friends now, and I wanted to just give you a little thank you gift!” Oh so the basket was for me? She extended it outwards. Chocolate chip muffins, how’d she know? I guess if she got it from the Cakes, they would’ve known my favorite type of snack.
“Oh, it’s nothing really.” Honestly, I’m happy that she was happy. I could make a difference, I could help Dolly. And for a teacher, that’s all you really want to do. Make a difference, even if it can be difficult or stressful. “I don’t know if I can accept this, really. I mean, I didn’t do much…”
“Nonsense! It’s just to thank you for helping her out.” Her smile was sincere and her stretched hoof kept nagging and offering me the basket. Well, why not? I have my tea waiting for me, and it would go well with some muffins.
“Ok ok…” I giggled and carefully took the basket off of her. “Thank you Poppy. You’re very kind.”
“It’s nothing really, once again, thank you!” She seemed really appreciative and as she trotted out to the distance, she waved back at me with a smile. It does make me happy knowing I helped a student, more than anything really.
Once the door closed and I was back in my living room with the basket, I looked down at it and found a tray with 6 chocolate chip muffins and a small hidden note just at the side.
“Thanks for being friends forever - Dolly.”
Aw, you know what, I was just starting to think she’s just got a rough exterior. Maybe Dolly wasn’t the kind of filly I took her to be, I almost felt ashamed of myself for making superficial judgments like that. Her dolls were still pretty creepy though.
I placed the basket next to me, then leaned back on my lazy chair, grabbing my book to continue my reading. Why not take a bite out of the muffins? I reached in there and grabbed one for myself, taking a good bite, feeling the sweet chocolate and sugary dough. It was really good! Went perfect with my tea.
And I kept reading and reading, at some point I went full on auto-pilot mode. The words became a jumbled mess and I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. I thought of moving to my bed to get a good rest but my exhaustion spoke louder, so I just let myself be taken by the sweet release of sleep.
Slowly, I started regaining my consciousness, my eyes took a few good seconds to open fully and even then, only faint strokes of light could be seen. Strange, I didn’t hear my alarm today. So I just tried to lift myself from the chair—
I’m stuck?
I moved again, but my arms wouldn’t budge. Neither would my legs. I try to groan but that’s when I realize, I was biting onto a thick piece of rope tied around my head. What?
Everything came into view, and an instant shiver went down my spine.
Somewhere darker, somewhere damper, a basement? My body was completely restrained with iron chains. I couldn’t move. I fought against my restraints trying to free myself desperately, trying to move, trying to do anything, but I couldn’t. I tried to yell, but the rope made any attempt at screaming only come out as a faint muffle. I kept fighting and fighting, I kept yelling, I didn’t know where I was, what was going on, but I didn’t intend to find out.
There’s a table against a wall. It was hard to make out exactly what was on it but it looked like some kind of book next to a small sack or something similar stitched together in the vague shape of a pony, like a doll with no stuffing…
The basement door opened, and down came Poppy. Instinctively, I tried to reach out to her, but my hooves were all firmly bound to the wall. I was cussing her out how I’d never done before, but all my words fell on deaf ears. I try to spit out the rope or push it away, but I can’t.
As for the bitch Poppy, she was just staring silently, she didn’t even want to look me in the eye. She was a coward. Drugging me up with the muffins then kidnapping me.
From the stairs comes her daughter, still with that same neutral expression.
“Please Miss Cheerilee. Please don’t fight. I will make us be friends forever. Don’t you want that?” Dolly turned to the table then floated something from it, and my eyes went wide open. A knife, glistening under the faint glow of the single basement light illuminating the room. No, no, no, no, NO! What’s she going to do with that?! No! No!
I fought hard, I tried, I tried so hard, I tried with all my might, I tried to break the chains, I tried to chew on the rope, I tried everything, I tried to scream, I tried to tell her to stop, I tried everything I could think of.
But she just kept coming closer and closer with the knife, staring me dead in the eyes before moving them down to my exposed stomach, tracing the cold blade along my coat but not cutting it. She was like a surgeon, carefully examining my body, and I was a hopeless test subject, and try as I might, I couldn’t do anything. And it felt so terrifying. I don’t know what she’ll do, maybe I’ll even die tonight for all I care. All while her coward of a mother watches. She’s a sick mare, and her daughter is even worse!
When I break out of here, I’ll make sure everypony knows about this! I’ll make everypony know about the drugging, the kidnapping the—
AGHHHHHHH!!
I screamed with pain and tilted my head back, biting hard on the rope. She was cutting me! Dolly’s knife is sliding down against my coat, it hurt so much, warm blood quickly began to run down my stomach and down my forehooves, dripping down to the floor beneath. I screamed with agony, I screamed so loud, but nopony heard me.
Dolly was making a straight line down the side of my stomach, but she wasn’t deep, and that’s the worst part. She wasn’t trying to slash me open and leave me to bleed. She was cutting my skin, sliding down the knife just enough for it to cut my skin and coat, staining it with blood, but never enough for it to actually pierce the flesh.
And as the sharp blade made its way down to my waist, it turned and kept cutting. Then it turned another corner, the sharp edge slicing through muscle and sinew with brutal precision. I fought against the restraints even though I didn’t want to because everytime I did, the blade would sink slightly deeper into my skin. My chest expanded and contracted with desperate quick breaths, My head was starting to slam against the brick wall behind me.
Everything I did made it more painful, I screamed, in my head I begged her to stop, I was praying for her to stop, the blade had cut almost a perfect rectangle around my body and by this point, a large pool of blood had formed underneath me, but no matter how many tears I cried, how much I begged her to stop through the muffled rope, she wouldn’t listen. She acted like I wasn’t even there. She just kept going until she’d cut it out with the floating knife. A perfect rectangle.
Even though she stopped cutting, the pulsing sensation didn’t stop, I couldn’t keep up with the fighting anymore. I was tired. My chest kept huffing and puffing, tears had already rolled down my face and sweat dripped from my forehead, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t do anything. I could only let her do whatever she wanted with me.
AAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!
Her magic grabbed the top corner of the cut, and started pulling, and pulling strong, She was ripping my skin off my body so painfully, I arched my back, and screamed in agony, feeling every strand of nerve, every blood vessel, be forcefully detached from my body, like a waxing accident gone wrong. But the pain wasn’t even comparable, it only stopped when she finally removed the piece of skin she’d worked so hard to surgically detach from me, even if it was soaked in some of my still warm blood. It was hard to think or form thoughts. My body was shaking and going limp, my knees wanted to give in but I was still shackled to the wall, please just make it stop, please…
I looked like a disgusting skinned animal carcass, still alive, still bleeding. I don’t know how I was still alive, maybe one of her cruel jokes. Maybe she needs me alive.
Dolly made her way to the table, I could care less what she wanted to do with it. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted the pain to end. My flesh was exposed to the cold air, I could feel it throbbing and the cold and damp basement air. I cried even more. I just wanted to help. That’s all I ever wanted to do. From the bottom of my heart I screamed with my weeping and noisy tears, closing my eyes and just letting them roll down, I screamed and screamed, my throat was sore, and even then I didn’t stop.
Maybe I was a bad pony, but I didn’t deserve this! I didn’t want this to happen! I just wanted for her to make new friends, I wanted her to grow up and be happy with her life, to be surrounded by people that care about her! Is this revenge?! Was this pure evil!?
What did I do to deserve this? Why would she ever do this? Why me? At that point, it didn’t matter. The pain is numbing every other sensation I have. This throbbing and searing pain, all the while her mother was just staring at the ground, completely ignoring what was going on in front of her.
“Don’t cry Miss Cheerilee. We’re almost done. We’ll be friends forever soon.” NO! I don’t want to be your friend anymore! I want to get out of here! I just want the pain to stop! Please! I tried to fight, but my tired body could barely even move. “Just one last thing.”
From the table, she floated a sewing needle and two buttons. No. Please don’t tell me she’s going to do what I think she will. Please. I can’t take it anymore. Please. I begged her not to.
But she can’t hear me. And even if she did, she wouldn’t care. She floated the buttons closer to my face, I tried to move my head away everytime the needle got closer, but using her magic she’s able to keep my head in place. And worst, my eyes wide open.
Please stop, please. Please I’m begging you, please, I’m screaming both internally and externally, but she doesn’t care. The needle approaches slowly—
RRRRRRAAGH!
It’s in and it hurts! It hurts so much! I can feel the needle piercing my eyeball, I can feel the burning and pulsating sensation through my whole tired body, spreading across my bones, my head, my stomach, my chest, it blinded me too! My right vision turned completely blurred, only with dashes of light every time the needle painfully moved inside. Please make it stop, please, I can’t take this anymore, it hurts so much. The now bloody needle approaches my other eye.
AAAAAAAH!!!
It hurts so much, but I can’t do anything, I can only scream, and let her treat me like a doll, let her use me how she wants, I can feel my body going numb, I can’t scream. I’ve lost the courage, I’ve lost the will. I just want it to end. Everything is dark. Everything is so cold and painful. Please, end my suffering, please, please kill me, please, I just want it all to end.
I was begging to faint or to lose consciousness, I was begging to die, but it never came.
I could hear Dolly speaking, she muttered some words, they didn’t sound like anything I knew, but I don’t care. I’m numb. I could almost feel the sweet rest coming for me, please just take me away, let this nightmare end.
Dolly won’t let me die though.
I’m one of her friends now.
A feeling washed over me, it took control of me, and it wasn’t good. My body, something was happening to it. It’s like an emptiness that grew inside of me. It made me feel like jelly, unable to control my movements, my skin became nothing more than a container, my bones feel weak, I can barely even breathe it’s like I’m choking yet at the same time I could breathe just fine, I wanted to vomit, and something swells up my throat. I involuntarily tried to let it out, but it’s stopped by the rope, I could feel it with my tongue.
Cotton. My entire body slowly turns into stuffing, I feel weightless, I’m desperate to feel anything but I can only feel pain and numbness. My bones are slowly replaced with the soft cotton I tried to vomit out. My vision begins to fade away. Slowly but surely, I was being replaced.
There’s only pain. And then, nothing.
My vision fades to black.
There is nothing. There isn’t pain, but there isn’t death. I’m not dead. I can see. I can hear. I can feel. I can see Poppy placing me on the top shelf of the living room, next to another doll. I scream, but my voice doesn’t escape my fabric prison.
“I’m sorry…” Poppy whispers before leaving the living room.
I’m stood. Staring. Like the countless others beside me. I scream, I beg to die. The other dolls scream back. Some cry. Some are silent. All are broken. Every scream echoes into nothingness, for none to hear or to reply. My button eyes can only stare straight ahead. My body full of stuffing refuses to move.
I stare endlessly straight ahead. Waiting for when Dolly comes pick me up so we can play together. So she can make even more friends.
We are friends.
Forever.
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Princess Celestia,Zephyr Breeze,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Zephyr Breeze has a habit of staying the same throughout the multiverse because of his habits, that is being a lazy stallion who mooches off of his family. Noticing this by chance Celestia tries to fix this. It goes poorly to say the least.
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<p>Zephyr Breeze has a habit of staying the same throughout the multiverse because of the way that he is, that is being a lazy stallion who mooches off of his family. Noticing this by chance Celestia tries to fix this. It goes poorly to say the least. <br/>Credit to <a href="/user/388600/Ping_" rel="nofollow">Ping</a> for helping me with this.<br/>Cover art is my own but reference was taken from Kingdom death's lantern and the wisp from the Legend of Zelda.</p>
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The multiverse, the idea in which for every you that has decided on something in your life there is an infinite number of others of you who while being you, have all done different things. If you were an enlisted soldier in this life then another is a gardener, the next an officer, after that an intelligent accountant, a ruthless gang member, a wise beggar, a chivalrous king, a noble hero, and so on. The multiverse was large and infinite, and with the crystal mirror that Celestia privately held ownership of it could all be seen and witnessed. See yourself as anyone that you could ever be and if Discord could be believed with his mumblings when he first saw it, be them as well with the right magic.
But…that would require you to exist in the first place in those universes and to make decisions that your others didn't make, and for one person in particular they didn't do that. Instead, they were often quite the same, still repeating the same decisions that they always had and falling into the same patterns as they usually did. The end result being that they ended up being quite similar to their counterparts with only minor differences at the most to suit their universe.
And who was this person? This enigmatic person who seemed to defy the will of the multiverse? Well, none other than Fluttershy’s brother, Zephyr Breeze. A failed student, artist, writer, creator, sculptor, teacher, assistant, athlete, guard, and so much more; they were someone who had truly tried everything that a person could in a world, and failed every time. Even though he was someone who wanted to be special, to be different, to be someone, and who knew they could be something if they had the chance, they remained the same. Always ending up as just another blank face on the wall that one could ignore when looking at the mirror.
For example the Zephyr who hoped to become a royal guard in their youth never came close to that esteemed position; instead settling as a simple militia member when they failed their tests and cursed their luck as they did menial chores for food and board. The Zephyr who dreamed of becoming a doctor settled for a license in first aid after a single bad study. The ones who wanted revenge for terrible and dramatic acts done upon their family in the past instead settled to wallow in gloom and despair, drinking their mind away. They were all the same even if their backgrounds were different.
Because no matter what background Zephyr came from, no matter who they met, or no matter what they went through, they were all doomed to become the same person. A slothful mooch who depended upon their family to take care of themselves and who only reluctantly parted their ways when forced to do so. A fact that interested Celestia greatly when she came across him by chance through the mirror; enough so for her to one day appear at his doorstep during her retirement. The hopes on her mind being to perhaps warn the stallion of his fate and if possible help him find a way out.
So she did, she stood outside of his apartment door early in the morning during the weekend in a unicorn disguise of a white-furred mare with yellow fur, a variant of the one she used to go out in public in the past, and knocked twice with her hoof at his front door before before she waited for a response.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
By the mid afternoon a few ponies were beginning to return from their work inside and were looking at her now wondering why a cream white unicorn was standing outside their neighbor's door. A neighbor they knew was known to have several unpleasant encounters with anyone around them and that was known for being in debt. A few curious creatures tried to speak to her, asking her what business she had with the pegasus and that it would be better to leave for another day, but she refused them all the same. Simply stating that she had business with the pegasus inside.
So they left her alone, supposing that she was a government official sent to kick out the stallion. A motion that a few supported as they gave the unicorn a water bottle or two to pass the time along with their blessing to stay there as long as they liked, provided she didn’t make any noise. Something that Celestia accepted gratefully as she settled down to wait.
Time passed, Celestia continued to wait diligently, and yet even as it passed afternoon and turned into evening there was still no sign of Zephyr. It was just her, the grime on the apartment corridor, and the smell that came from a lack of utter maintenance in the apartment block. She was alone.
“Hmm,” she hummed to herself quizzically as she looked at a nearby clocktower and finished off her latest water bottle. It was well into the evening, so why hadn’t he come? Was he inside? Was he out in the city? Drunk? Busy? At work?
She peered through a window into the apartment, but she couldn't see anything due to them being caked with grime and hidden by the shutters. An experimental cantrip to clean it away did nothing as the grime was simply too thick to be cleaned and the shutters stuck in place. She could clean it with a heavier spell or force it open with her might, but that would ruin the disguise that she had and something she was loathe to do. Asking him a few questions was one thing but breaking and entering into his home was another.
“Hmm, well maybe I should try another time,” she said to herself eventually as she took one last look before making her way down the hall and towards a set of stairs that his apartment was within. “Maybe he’s on a trip or som-” There was the sound of a door opening coupled with yawning from behind her. Which revealed the disheveled form of Zephyr Breeze as he woke up from his mid-day nap.
“Nyah, meh,” he grumbled to himself as he took a moment to wipe his eyes before looking left and right and noticing the unicorn who he had never seen before. “Uhhh.”
“Ah hello!” Celestia said, a bit taken aback by his disheveled frame before making her towards him. “Uhm, I wanted to ask, are you Zephyr Breeze by any chance?”
“Uhhh…maybe?” he hesitantly answered, still trying to blink out the sleep in his eyes while idly wondering who the strange unicorn in front of him was. “Who's asking?”
“Just someone who was wondering if they could ask you some questions,” she answered him as she produced a clipboard along with a pen to recite her plan of entry. One that she was told by her student had allowed her access to nearly any place that she wanted.
“My name is White Flow," she said smoothly as she approached him again while maintaining eye contact," and I’m a student at a local college conducting a survey. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions based on something that I found. It shouldn't take more than an hour or two of your time.”
However rather than graciously accepting and letting her into his home to answer away like Celestia hoped, Zephyr only sighed instead with a despondent look and said, “look. I think I can take a guess as to what you want now that you're outside my door. My guess is that you want to get into contact with my sister, and through her to her friends, and eventually to Celestia’s favorite former student through me right? Because you think my sister being the element of kindness would be more than willing to pass the word on whatever you found to Twilight.”
“Well forget it,” he grumbled out as he reached for the door with a wing. “I don’t even talk to her anymore these days so I would abandon that Idea if I were you. You're not the first creature that’s tried this before and you won’t be the last.”
“B-but,” Celestia stuttered out in surprise as the stallion began to close the door. “But this isn’t-”
“Forget it,” he said, looking at her with a glare. “You’ll have better luck just sending her a letter to make an appointment with her than trying to get to her through me.”
“But this isn’t concerning them, it’s about you!” Celestia shouted out as she stopped the door from closing with her leg only to recoil as a noxious and mustard-like smell hit her. “ Ugh, w-well mostly about you,” she said, fanning a bit of the air to get the stench away from her. “Oh by the heavens, when was the last time you showered?”
“Uhhh…yesterday?” he said, raising an eyebrow with his hoof still on the door. “What are you on about?”
“It’s just,” she tried to say before gagging a bit as another wave of miasma came from him and threatened to overwhelm her. “The smell.”:
“Uh…huh,” he said flatly to her before looking back into his apartment. Giving a whiff and noticing nothing that smelled amiss. “Look, I’m going to go back to my apartment, okay? Would you mind leaving me alone?”
Celestia honestly wanted to, the stench was that bad. It reminded her of the time when Canterlot’s latrine pit had suddenly burst and flooded not only the castle but the surrounding streets as well during a diplomatic visit in its early days. The stench of which had lingered for a week and prompted the petty council to begin the immediate construction of Canterlot’s sewers.
But she wouldn't be brought down by mere smell! She was Celestia! The sun itself, the embodiment of light, the previous ruler of Equestria, the survivor of Discord, the imprisoner of Nightmare Moon, and the uniter of the Equestrian race! She wouldn't be brought down by something so low as a bad smell!
So sucking in her breath, gritting her teeth, and puffing up her chest she marched to him with her eyes wide open.
“It’ll just…take a few moments of your time, I swear,” she said through strained teeth and a grimace on her face. “This isn’t about Fluttershy, Twilight, or any of the other elements of harmony, it’s about you, ” she said, poking him with her hoof before taking a step back. “Again, it’s about you. Is it okay to talk about you for a little bit?”
A moment of uncertainty flashed through his face as she watched on. One that very well knew that what was going to be discussed wasn’t going to go well. For a moment he looked at the handle of the door that he had in his hoof for a moment as he debated on simply saying no, slamming the door shut, and ignoring her until she went away. It was something that he had done before a few times and it seemed to have worked before, so why shouldn't he do it now?
Idly judging the weight of the doorknob and the door that he had in his hooves. He looked towards it and gave himself an internal nod. It wasn’t worth his time whatever this mare asking her was. He had better things to do anyway, like actually catching up on his sleep for once.
So slowly he closed the door without a word. More than content to let his actions speak for himself, and he was about to close it when in a motion of panic Celestia uttered the magic words that would get his attention.
“W-wait I can pay!” she said in desperation as she quickly levitated out a hefty pouch of coins that she used to pay for a few snacks that she got before arriving. “I-I can pay for your time.”
That got his attention and more importantly to Celestia his cooperation. With lightning speed, he snatched the bag, stowed it under his wing, and kicked his apartment door open while taking a few steps back to let her through. Only pausing long enough for him to say, “after you,” to her.
Walking into his room the first thing that Celestia discovered was that the source of the noxious smell that she found moments ago didn’t come from Zephyr. Because Zephyr smelled fine now that she had a closer look at him, a bit like lavender and hair products, but largely fine. It was his apartment that was the problem.
Filthy. If there was one word to describe his apartment room, it would be that it was filthy. From top to bottom, from left to right, and no matter what way she looked at it his apartment was utterly filthy. For example, the only nearby table was filled to the brim with bills and dirty plates, the only trash can that was in was overflowing with half-eaten food and paper plates, trash and used items were strewn all about his room, and the less said about the carpet the better.
Stunned, reeling, and staggered Celestia stood transfixed at the scene before and she would have done so potentially until doomsday if Zephyr didn’t intervene to save her. Idly chuckling to himself as he closed the door behind him and as he made his way to the table while giving her a poke with his wings to wake her up.
“Eheh, sorry about that,” he said apologetically to her as he began to transfer the various dishes that were there to his nearly overfilled sink .” It’s been a while since I’ve had visitors and I wasn't expecting any to say the least.”
“I-I can tell,” Celestia said as her face tinged slightly green before it resumed back to its ordinary color as she cast a spell around her head to temporarily pause the need to breathe and smell. “So let’s cut down to the chase I guess? Preferably before my spell runs out and I need to breathe again.”
“Sure, ” Zephyr said with a shrug as he finished moving the plates to the sink before taking a seat in a chair for himself. “You have my attention for at least the next few hours, so hit me with what you have.”
She did, she honestly did. She tried to explain the multiverse, the idea of alternate selves, her findings, and Zephyr’s predicament to him in the hopes that he could listen. But annoyingly as she did, she found that while he sat there listening he often ignored her in her eyes. Instead, he were more than content to simply wander his apartment, idly try to read one of the many overdue bills on his table, clean for a bit, and at one point play with a small skateboard toy on his table. Doing nearly everything that she believed a person could do in the small room that he was in that wasn’t just listening to her directly.
It irritated her. The stallion may have said that they were listening but she could tell at least to her eyes that he wasn’t. Instead, he was just paying her no more attention than someone would to an ant. Even if the information that she gave him was not only classified but world-breaking as well to the point that it shattered one of her past student's minds and turned her into villainy the stallion ignored it all the same. Paying it no more attention than someone would when listening to an advertisement on the radio.
“Zephyr,” she said, grinding her teeth for a moment. “Are you listening to me?”
“Hmh?” he said from across the room as he idly went through a box. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” she gritted out, “are you paying attention to what I’m saying.”
“I am,” he answered her as he looked through the box. “I’m listening, don't worry.”
“But are you?” she said with a glare from across the table where she stood. “Do you even understand the full weight of what I'm saying to you?”
“Ehh sorta,” he said gesturing with a so-so motion with a wing as he continued to dig through the box before finding a picture and cocking his head to the side to look at some errant detail in it. “Something about the multiverse, copies of me, you looking at them, and how I stay the same throughout all of them?” he said looking at her with a raised eyebrow and an expectant look. “Those things?”
“Well, y-yes,” Celestia started to say. “But that doesn't mean-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Zephyr started to parrot off with a hoof before walking around the room. “It doesn't mean anything if I don’t know the context behind it, but do keep in mind that I'm just a nobody, you know? You're talking about some pretty big egghead stuff right now. So don’t blame me if I can’t…you know,” he paused for a moment before gesturing wildly in the air as if he was tracing a rainbow and then saying, “ get the big picture.”
“Because remember,” he said, idly knocking on his head as it produced a semi-hollow sound. "I'm just a college student who never passed school. Try not to blame me too much if I missed anything important with that big speech of yours that was so important to you."
“I suppose,” she said with a through gritted teeth. “At the very least you're able to comprehend the words of what I'm saying to you.”
“Good, glad that I got that covered,” he said with a smile as he continued to dig through the box. “Anything else on your mind? Or did you just want to tell me that weird fact?”
“Well yes, but no, but, ” she started to admit out loud before eventually arguing with herself. “I mean, yeah, sorta? Not really? I mean I managed to tell you what I wanted, but I didn't get to do the other- ”
“Well glad that you managed to do that at least,” he interrupted her as he put down the box and looked at the clock. “Because you're all out of time.”
“T-t-time?” she uttered out loud with disbelief. “It’s only been a few minutes!”
“A few minutes?” he said, cocking his head to the side before pointing at an old rundown clock that was on his wall. “Miss, it’s been about three hours since you started talking to me!”
And looking at the clock Celestia could tell that Zephyr was right. It wasn’t exactly three hours, but it was close to it. Close enough that she knew she had stayed well past the point that he could accommodate her casually.
“I uhm,” she tried to say utterly speechless, “but I.”
“Sad that you didn’t do your survey?” he tried to answer Celestia as he made his way over to the door and opened it revealing Luna's night sky. “Don’t worry, there’s always next time.”
“But I,” she stammered despondently as she was gently escorted away with a wing by Zephyr. “I didn’t do it.”
“Didn’t do what?” he growled with irradiation. “Didn’t convince me that you needed my help so that I could send a letter to my sister so that you can get a one-to-one talk with The Princess of Magic herself? You mean that you didn’t get to do those things?” he pressed her.
“Well guess what buddy,” he continued as he poked her clipboard with a wing. “I managed to take a look at that clipboard you have while I was wandering around and you wanna know what’s on it?”
“What?” she asked, a bit confused as she looked down at the survey that she hadn’t looked at much until now. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Oh nothing,” he affirmed with a shake of his head. “It’s an entirely ordinary public survey. The kind that you’ll see students, teachers, or activists bother people about on your local city corner so they can know what's going on in their city. Nothing wrong with it in the least.”
“But that's the thing,” he said as he pointed towards a section of the survey that was on her clipboard with a wing. “It's ordinary, entirely ordinary, and nothing of what you’ve told me just now in the past few hours relates to it. That survey and what you’ve told me are as close to each other as the sky and the ground.”
“So go ahead,” he continued, glaring at her. “Tell me that you didn’t get to do the thing that you cared about. The thing that I'm sure your life depends upon,” he emphasized while making a set of quotations. “I’m waiting.”
Struck speechless by Zephyr’s words Celestia could only glare at him as he looked at her in return. Because with everything that she had said, everything that she had learned so far prior to this, and he was thinking of this as just a simple college project?! This…this wouldn't do at all.
“Well,” she said through gritted teeth and a flare of her nostrils as she stomped her way towards him. “I was hoping that you would listen to someone for once in your life.”
“Listen to you?” he scoffed. “I already did. You're talking about some weird arcane theory that I’m sure matters to a lot of your professors and your grade, but that doesn't matter anything to me.”
“Oh doesn't it?” she said poking him with her hoof. “Because I’m sure that you didn’t listen to the other half of what I just said. The part about you.”
“Me?” he said with a roll of his eyebrows. “What about me?”
“I’m talking about the part where you stay the same,” she emphasized to him. “The part where no matter where I looked, no matter how far I cast my net, and no matter what scenario or world I found you under, you always stayed the same. That’s what I’m talking about Zephyr.”
“You're an anomaly as far as I'm concerned in the matters of the multiverse,” she continued, prodding him with her hoof forcing him to step back under the weight of it as he could glare in response. “A statistical constant that should never have existed in the first place but somehow does. Because everyone changes throughout the multiverse, going through different experiences, different things, and meeting different people as chance and possibility changes their lives along with the decisions they make. The way it should be.”
“But you don’t!” she cried out in frustration, her voice tinging with the Canterlot voice. “You still somehow repeat the same mistakes, doing the same things, time and time again no matter where you are in space or time. Apparently, it doesn't if you're in the guard, the mines, the deserts, or the jungle. You still keep on running around in circles like your a-a headless chicken, a fact that utterly befuddled me as I studied it.”
“That's what I’m here for,” she breathed out as a thick plume of ash unknowingly followed her breath. “To inform you of this cycle that you're trapped in and if I can do something about it, but you know what, forget that. No wonder you are the way you are if you react the way that you did with the information that I gave you. Because only someone like you, a slothful and foolish idiot who thinks he's better than everyone else, would respond like that. Everyone else would freak out. Sunset did, I did, dear Twilight and her friends almost did, and nearly everyone that I knew in the world who looked at that mirror or who knew of the existence of the multiverse did as well."
"But no, not you," she continued stepping towards him while he stepped back as shadow started to loom over him. "Not someone like Zephyr Breeze. The continuous and sole anomaly in the world who is a plague upon her sister, her friends, and the world. He wouldn't react like that at all. Instead, I'm going to guess that he's going to think that he’s either special enough to bypass it or just too ignorant to understand what's been told of him. He would never react like that. Because he's too much for him to react otherwise."
Stomping her way out the door Celestia made to close it with her field but stopped as she realized something. The door was too small for her. It was just fine a few hours ago, but that was when she was...
"P-Princess Celestia?" Zephyr Breeze nearly whispered out loud utterly shocked that the former princess of Equestria was in his apartment room. "Is that you?"
Looking at herself in the apartment's outdoor window mirror Princess Celestia saw her reflection through the grime and could only sigh at the revelation that had occurred. Another plan failed yet again.
“Yes my little pony,” she said despondently. “It’s me, Princess Celestia. You're not dreaming, I am indeed in front of you, and this is real.”
“But why?” he asked, utterly confused. “Why are you here? Shouldn't you be doing other stuff right about now? Like saving the world, enjoying your retirement, or whatever you're doing now? I thought your days of being a princess were over.”
“They are,” she confirmed with a nod recalling her recent vacation in one of Equestria's Islands with a wanting sigh. “But my days of helping ponies aren’t over, at least not yet. I still hope to help them in whatever way that I can. Helping people like you,” she said, lying a bit with her intentions while pointing towards him, “who are dearly in need of it.”
“H-help?” Zephyr croaked out a bit as his eyes shifted nervously for a moment. “What’s there to help? I’m doing fine at the moment. I mean I've got my apartment, my job, and me. I t-think I’m doing fine.”
“But are you?” Celestia said inquisitively. “Are you really?”
She surveyed across the room, picked up a bill that was on the table, read through it, and floated it back towards him.
“This is overdue by a month and a half, Zephyr,” she said pointing towards him and highlighting it. “Give it ten more days and you won’t have any water here anymore. Is this the kind of life that you want to live? One where you're too lazy to pay your own bills?”
“No!” Zephyr protested, stomping his hooves on the ground. “I-I can pay for it. I have money!”
“Oh really?” she said dubiously. “Well then, show me.”
Flaring his nostrils in anger Zephyr did. Making his way into a small side room of his apartment where his bedroom was, pulling out a small writing kit, and a nearly empty purse, and made his way back. He was just about to start counting out the bits for the bills when Celestia’s voice stopped him by saying a truth that he dreaded to hear.
“Y-you don’t have enough money do you?” she said curiously looking at the two purses that she saw at the table and the stack of bills that were on it. “Because I know how much money is in that pouch I gave you, and trust me when I say this. All that’s in there is just loose change that I happened to have at the time.”
Scattering the pouch on the table she gestured to the stack of copper and silver-colored coins much to Zephyr’s absolute horror.
“See?” she said, grabbing one copper coin and holding it up to him. “It would take about twenty of these to equal one bit and the silvers are about twelve. There's no way that you could hope to pay for even one of them with these.”
Looking closely towards him with concern she then spoke, “are you sure you don’t have anything else?”
“I-I,” Zephyr tried to word out as sweat poured down his brow.
“You don't do you?” she said in a cold and breathless voice to Zephyr as she realized the circumstances that he was in. “You're about as poor as a drunkard without even the sense to be one. Is it because you're too lazy to work? Wasting your days away in your room or around the city chasing inane and childish dreams that you could never achieve?”
“N-no,” he croaked out in reply, feeling very small. “N-no. I-I, I haven’t. I’ve done things”
“Then what,” she continued forcing her muzzle down until it was nearly poking him while staring daggers at his own eyes. “What have you done in the past few years that you’ve been here?”
“Well I-I, I have an apartment,” he squeaked out as he tried to avoid Celestia’s glare. “I have that.”
“That isn’t enough child,” she answered him. “That isn’t nearly enough. All you have to do to do that is to merely have enough money and to have the sense in your mind to start looking. In fact,” she paused for a minute as an idea entered her head, “one moment.”
Turning her attention to the bills that were on the table, Celestia quickly sifted through them all until she came across what she hoped to find, the original application for the apartment. A glance at it and a highlight revealed a stanza of line that she knew was there. An agreement from a third party to co-sign the apartment to Zephyr, the origin of which she knew to be Fluttershy’s parents.
“Hmph, couldn't even sign the apartment in your own name,” she said with disappointment as she floated the paper over Zephyr's eyes. “Didn’t have enough credit or history to do it, child? Did mommy and daddy have to help you?”
Zephyr tried to speak to her, to protest, to say anything that he could back at her, but all he could mutter out was a dismal, “mhmph.” During which Celestia only stared at him.
“Well?” she asked him again, her eyes boring into his soul. “Did they? Did they help you or not? You don’t have to answer that question if you don’t feel like it, but then answer me this instead child. Is there anything else that you’ve done apart from that?”
“W-w-well, I-I,” Zephyr whimpered out in protest, only causing Celestia to crank her head closer to him.
“Well? What have you done then?” she asked him. “Have you made some friends, met people for the first time in your life, talked to someone that you didn’t know, went to the library, said hello to someone that you weren’t romantically interested in, took out the trash before you needed to, or worked a job that didn’t last more than a few hours or days? Have you done any single one of those things child?” she asked him again with fury in her eyes.
Zephyr could only wordlessly open his mouth and make a garbled sound as tears welled up in his eyes. Ignorant of this, Celestia continued, too annoyed by Zephyr's past actions to her to stop.
“Because you say and believe that you're clever, that you're smart, that you're strong, that you're good-looking, that you're lucky, and you have every quality in the world that a pony could hope to be in the world,” she said tipping his head up and forcing him to look around the room. “So why are you here, loafing around in an apartment room doing nothing and being nothing? Would someone with your talents instead be like your sister? At the top of the world instead of where you are now?”
There was only silence in reply. Annoyed, she turned to him with fury in her heart to ask him one last time.
“Well?” she said, her voice containing a hint of the royal voice with it as she looked at him. “What do you have to say for yourself, Zephyr Breeze?”.
For a time again there was nothing, but slowly, ever so surely Celestia could hear the sounds of a whisper.
“I don’t know,” Zephyr Breeze said, his voice sounding hitched and his frame shaking, “I-I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” she said with force peering down at him. Any remorse that she had for the stallion had long burned away and was replaced with a strange mixture of pity along with a need to make him confess. “You know what you’ve done to yourself, what you’ve done to others, and how you ended up here. What do you mean, you don’t know.”
“I-I mean I don’t know,” Zephyr breeze repeated, his voice still hitching and stuttering as if he was a broken record while he held his with his head in his hooves. “I don’t know how it ended up like this.”
“But you do know,” Celestia said empathetically to him now. “You do know ho-”
“NO I DON’T!” he barked as in a flash he lowered his hooves and stared at her with his eyes red with fury and sorrow. “NO I DON’T KNOW. I DON’T KNOW HOW IT ENDED UP LIKE THIS, I DON’T KNOW I-”
“YES YOU DO!” Celestia barked back, interrupting him and causing him to be shoved a few feet even as he dug his hooves into the carpet. “YOU KNOW HOW YOU ENDED UP LIKE THIS, YOU KNOW HOW THINGS TURNED OUT THE WAY THEY ARE, AND WHY YOUR FAMILY LEFT YOU ALONE! YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE THE WAY YOU ARE, BUT BY THE HEAVENS YOU WON’T ADMIT IT!”
“BUT I DON’T, he tried yelling back even as his face blurred with tears and his ears gave their whining swan song while his throat slowly died, “I DON’T KNOW WHY THINGS TURNED OUT LIKE THIS!!! I D-d-d-on’t don't know why I can’t find a job, I don’t know why everything that I try keeps messing up, I don’t know why I hate myself, and I don’t know why my family hates me-”
“BUT YOU DO YOU INSOLENT CHILD!” Celestia barked back, forcing him back a step. “YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY THESE THINGS HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU SINCE THE MOMENT YOU STARTED IT! AND YET NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT HAS BEEN SHOWN TO YOU YOU STILL REFUSE TO ADMIT IT!"
In a fit of pure rage, she tossed aside the table and made a motion to slap Zephyr Breeze, but stopped when she noticed something. The look that she had was no longer Celestia.
No, instead it was someone else. Someone that she dearly hated, she feared, despised with all of her heart, and who she would not name here. She stood in front of Zephyr’s eyes barking at him instead of Celestia. Somehow through circumstance through the pure anger and frustration in her heart, fragments of Her had risen up to appear in front of her. Not enough to take over her mind, but more than enough for the effects of her appearance to start to appear.
And the cause of it all was a simple stallion who would not listen to reason! Who she had argued with, pleaded with, attempted to bribe, and did everything that she could to get him to listen to reason in the past few hours. He was somehow the reason for causing Her to rise up once again. How stupid was she to even let this argument go this far and didn't she have better things to do than this?
That fact and the following realization were like a calming boon to the burn that Celestia felt within her mind. And with a breath, she calmed herself and stood away from the stallion who was moments away from collapsing on the ground.
“You know what,” she said mostly to herself, “I think I’m done.”
“Y-your what?” Zephyr Breeze uttered. “W-what do you mean?”
“I mean I’m tired of this argument with you,” she said, taking another breath to calm herself. “It’s clear that you want what you want, and that nothing will stand in your way to achieve this so I’ll leave you to it. Drown for all I care in the lonely abyss that you’ve made for yourself.”
Shaking her head to finally remove any last dregs of power her alternate self had, Celestia made her way through the door to leave, but as she did a thought wormed her way into her mind; one of possible redemption. Could this stallion perhaps realize something now with what she said to him? She knew of more than a few people who had redeemed themselves when they were placed in similar situations.
No, no he couldn't. Not with everything that she had done, everything that he had said, and his own actions and declarations along with his eternal pattern throughout the multiverse so far. The chance of such a thing happening was one in a billion, if even more than that, but still…perhaps they could. Harmony after all reserved mercy for anyone that came to them with open arms, no matter how stupid or evil they may be.
So cursing her better judgment, Celestia conjured up a small brass lantern that she left next to the door as she made her way out. Only looking back at the stallion to say, “if you ever want a way out, this will help you more than anyone else can for you to find your way, but if not, then sell it I suppose. It should at least buy you at least a few more weeks for you to enjoy your sinful nature if you do so.”
With that, she spread her wings, turned off the lights, closed the door leaving Zephyr in the dark, and flew away into the night; only taking the time to note to herself on sending a letter of apology to the neighbors in the apartment Zephyr block lived in. Because in her mind from that point on, anyone who lived with him or at least in his vicinity should be well compensated for doing so.
Zephyr for his part remained silent. His head and mind were filled with static, his ears were still ringing, his throat was sore, and his eyes burned more than he could ever recall but yet he remained silent. Only blankly staring at the space where Celestia had left.
For a time….there was nothing. Just him, his fragmented thoughts, the hitched breathing of his lungs, and the lantern. The purpose of which was entirely gone from his mind as he had stopped paying attention to her the minute she said she would leave. From that moment on there was nothing but silence and emptiness.
The moment dragged on, there was still nothing. Nothing except the city birds from outside, the few cars that were about, and the idle hubbub of the city life.
But a few minutes later there was a scream and the sound of someone bashing their head with their hooves. This scream itself was not one of rage or wrath towards Celestia, but instead one filled entirely with gloom and self-loathing. A scream from Zephyr Breeze.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!” Zephyr Breeze yelled at himself as he openly wept in the dark while he wildly flailed, continuing to beat his head with his hooves. “The Princess of The Sun comes one day to help you, and this is what you do to her!? GRAAAAGGH! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!”
Stopping for a moment to breathe, he watched as tears streamed down his face as he looked around in the dark. He pressed his hooves as hard as he could to his face so that he could have something, anything. to him from what he felt at that moment, but even with the stinging pain that he felt as his hooves dug into his flesh, it did nothing. Instead, it only served as an accent to what had just happened and his own failures.
So gathering some resolve he attempted to stand up so that he could at least turn on the lights next to his door, to at least see something so that he could go to sleep on the old sofa that he had for a bed, but before he could get a steady footing he slipped, teetered his way over, and fell on the ground hitting himself head first on the wall next to the light with a resounding clunk. One accented by the dull and sharp pain signaling a future bruise near his eye and jaw that would swell in a few days time.
With that impact and the realization of what was to come Zephyr then broke. Crying away to his sore hearts content, regretting his actions, and nursing his wounds that he had wishing that it would go away while he remained in a fetal position, but alas it didn’t. Instead, it only served as a reminder as it pulsated away accenting the miasma of pain and self-loathing that he now felt.
He remained like this for a time, sobbing away in the dark while he was left alone, but by sheer coincidence as time went on the tip of his wing caught the lantern's handle that was next to the door and rolled it over to him. When it did he caught it in his hooves instinctively, clutched it, and held it to his chest as tight as he could. His body and wings forming almost a cocoons around it as he squeezed it so that he could treasure the metallic cold that the lantern held for him to soothe his soon to be bruises. Something that it protested as the metal of the lantern warped and bent under his neurosis-fueled might.
Nevertheless, it held and Zephyr continued to hold it as he sobbed and in time fell into a dreamless sleep, and during which something very curious happened.
Because the lantern didn’t just remain an inert piece of junk that could be sold for bits. No, instead in the dark hours of the night as Zephyr snoozed it glowed for a moment. A faint light green flame manifesting inside of it as it listened to its wielder's wishes.
Moments later something flew out of it, a small mote of green light with two pale wings. Looking around the room it searched for something, found it, and eventually brought back a semi-clean sheet that it wrapped around its owner. Taking the time to wipe the stallion's face clean with the blanket before fully wrapping him in it.
From there, it judged the area that it was in, and its owner before heaving an inaudible sigh. It had a lot of work to do.
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Cyber Race: Victory Lapdance
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Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, Vinyl Scratch, Spike, and numerous other races compete in a futuristic version of Wacky Races, with a hefty prize pool and a date on the line!
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<p>The 'Cyberverse', a version of Equestria where technology overtook magic...until the dormant Elements of Harmony were revived, and much of the populace are transmuted into various forms, humans and animal hybrids mixing. To repair recent damage to the city, the mayor allows what was once deemed 'illegal street racing' to take place, where bets are traded and winner takes all from the prize pool!</p><p>Racers tune up a variety of custom vehicles, with Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, Vinyl Scratch, and Spike matched against gang members, ex-assassins, and highways that cross above the lower levels, everyone aware that should they crash and burn, it could be their last contest!</p><p>On top of that, a sassy musician turned rival makes a bet with Rainbow Dash, where they will participate in the nude, and Dashie will date her should she lose! Will Dash be able to push herself to the limits, and unleash the Sonic Rainboom which once led to the loss of her wings...?</p><p>Note: All characters are 18 or older. Most of the cast are human, but science and magic has made some of the population anthropomorphic.</p>
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In some corners of the 'Cyberverse', speed was king. A number of vehicles, some with various types of tires, others able to hover off the ground, machines tuned and expanded on in experimental ways by their owners, all in a competition to create the fastest, coolest, most stylish rides this Equestria had ever seen. While occasionally a racer built their rig with function in mind above all else, most attempted to make themselves stand out in flashy ways, addicted to the worship of the crowds. 'Illegal Street Racing' had been outlawed by the previous mayor, but with another one in place certain laws were rescinded or currently up-in-the-air, the ban on races in this sector included. Thus, the racers and their fans savored an opportunity that could soon be stolen away.
Engines roared and were revved up. Exhaust fumes filled the night air, the darkness pierced by neon lights and the moonlight. Tire tracks covered the winding roads of a highway that loomed above portions of the cityscape, framed in the background by skyscrapers that dwarfed the skies, a number of them lined with advertisements that continually flashed over the citizens packed in far below, blissfully unaware of the tire screeches and whiff of danger above.
A once abandoned building near the track had been repurposed into a garage, where racers tuned up their gear. One of these was Rainbow Dash, once the fastest flier in the land, before her wings had been clipped...and she'd later upgraded them with a cybernetic pair with a metallic sheen. Lean and toned in an athletic manner, she wore a form-fitted costume that left little to the imagination, close to a second skin that conformed to her lithe curves, a motorcycle helmet under one arm.
She smirked at the crowd of admirers that looked her way, a healthy mix of men and women, and unzipped the top of her attire, slowly slid it down so that her perky breasts almost popped out, bared her toned tummy and stopped her tease inches before she reached the crotch area. “Yeah, I'm awesome! There's no one hotter, cooler, or sexier than me, and I'll prove it when I win!”
She strutted about with a swivel of her lean hips and pert buttocks, and her barely hidden nipples poked into the latex attire, their pointy shape visible. She cast her rainbow, wild mane behind her, and offered fistbumps to those she passed on the way to recover her parked hoverbike.
Her machine wasn't like most of the vehicles stationed here. Neutral arbiters did a daily check on the machines used in the races, and hers had passed all the checks. Jets were placed on it for bursts of extra speed, which allowed her to zip by in a blur, with the downside that she temporarily wouldn't be able to control its momentum or movements...she'd seen a few racers try similar tricks, with disastrous results. “Crash and burn,” she mumbled and petted her hover-bike.
Sleek-and-sexy. Just like her. A nice cerulean shade, sturdier than it appeared, able to take sharp corners with ease. But she also knew competition would be fiercer than ever!
“Speak of the devil...” A skid sounded when another motorcycle arrived, this one ridden by a fellow racer she'd often been at odds with. With a snarl she muttered, “Wispy Willow.”
“Yahoo! Don't wear my name out, babe!” The woman in question, who resembled an orange-and-yellow furred tigress with black stripes, swung a well-shaped leg to dismount her bike. Her two-toned black-and-white hair was done up in Chinese-styled double-buns, her pear-shaped, supple body adorned in a crimson catsuit, dotted in a few small well-placed spikes, her attire already unzipped so that her own ample handful of plush breasts almost flopped out, her hips and buttocks even more sizable, yet also toned. The kitty woman's striped tail split into two that swirled behind her, as she'd been dubbed a nekomata, supposedly blessed with a supernatural form of luck.
Rainbow said, “So, you showed up! Decided to come alone?”
“Nah. My Princess Butterbuns is out with the rubes,” she said in reference to Eclipsed Heart, leader and founder of the band B.A.B.E., who'd taken Wispy and her sister in.
She rested a hand on a lean hip. “Huh, okay. And where the hell's Kitsune, then?”
“You already saw her!” Wispy tilted her head at the sleek, silver motorbike. In response, its engines wound down, before it momentarily melted into a slick, liquid-metal form, which then slowly reformed into a tall, feminine shape before the metal started to harden into a more vixen shape.
Kitsune of the Nine Tails fully formed. Golden-browned furred, with silky copper-colored locks and bangs cut in the hime-style, she adorned a form-fitted kunoichi outfit, split at the sides with a net-like spiderweb mesh that showed off portions of her well-sculpted skin in covered in a thin layer of fur. Her nine tails were tied like a belt around her thin waist. “Hello,” she said in a polite, soft-spoken voice with an asian accent like her sister, and a deferential bow to match.
“What? No way she'll be allowed on the road! She can transform,” barked Rainbow.
“Already cleared it! So long as my sister sticks to one form during the race, and it passes all the tests, she's fine!” Wispy stuck her tongue out at her rival with a sassy sashay of her hips. “Oh, but if you don't like it, I can always kick your butt instead! Hi-yah!” She took a martial arts stance.
“Imoto,” said Kitsune curtly, the lips on her snout pursed. “We will not cheat. You have my word of honor.” The story of the sisters were known to few, but from what Rainbow Dash had heard after she'd encountered them many times, they were ex-assassins that had escaped from some facility that performed experiments on them. They weren't even entirely sure they were sisters by blood, but refused to take any tests to confirm or deny it, worried about what the results would be.
“Huh,” said Rainbow. “Well, I know how serious you are about that! But I'll warn you now, my motorcycle can now transform into a hovercycle after all the upgrades! You're gonna be whooped!”
“Glad we settled that! So~...” Wispy sidled closer,inches from Dash's face with a mischievous smile. “How about a little bet on the upcoming race? Winner takes all! I know someone like you won't settle for anything but first place, so aside from the prize pool, how about...hmm...my cut of the next concert B.A.B.E. performs? Would probably be a fortune for a former merc like you!”
Kitsune narrowed her eyes and hissed, “Imoto! Are you certain...?”
“Yeah, yeah, it's just my cute butt on the line! What do you say, Dashie babe? Should be more than enough credits to build a rig that'll put that old one to shame,” she teased, andplayfully stroked a claw down Dash's neck, between the portion of her torso between her small, perky breasts.
Rainbow pushed her hand aside. “Hey, don't insult my bike!” But her heart raced at the idea, because no matter how much she loved her ride, it could still be improved..for a hefty sum. “Okay, say I do take you up on this...what do I have to bet, other than the prize pool we're both after?”
“Hmmm...” The nekomata touched her lips. “How about...a date? Not just any date, though! You have to wear a costume of my choice! Something slinky and girly, I think!” She snickered at the idea, Wispy's head already filled with Rainbow Dash in cosplay of her favorite lewd anime.
Dash blushed and sputtered, “Wh-wha...a date? With you?” The neko martial artist was certainly cute...no matter how much she annoyed her!
“Did I st-st-stutter?” Wispy offered another sashay of her wide hips. “Yes, a d-a-t-e! I'll even pay for the honor,” she added sarcastically. “Oh, but I have a condition for the race!”
Grumbling and shifting on her booted feet, Rainbow rolled her eyes and muttered, “I can't wait to hear it.” From her limited experience, Wispy's bets were always risky, and often lewd.
Wispy's smirk spread, while she intentionally drew it out. “How about we race...in the buff.”
“I knew it!” Dash tossed her helmet aside with a clank and a sneer. "You dirty little..."
“What, don't tell me you're chicken? Is that what those feathers are for, chicken butt?” She nodded at her cyber prosthetics. “Or maybe you know you're about to lose, huh?”
“I'll win! Count on it! Screw it, you're on!” The words spilled from Rainbow without time for any deeper consideration, and once she offered her word, she'd rarely ever taken it back!
Kitsune finally cut in. “Someone could be hurt. To ride without proper protection-”
“Should be fine,” countered Wispy. “Just don't crash! Easy-peasy! Don't worry, I already checked the rule book, and this zone's practically lawless, so we should be a-ok for a nudist ride! Hell, pretty sure some people around here used to do them for charity! It's practically a tradition!”
With a shake of her head Kitsune said, “Do as you wish. I will support you.” She turned to Dash and offered her hand. “Good luck,” she said sincerely as they shook hands. “Imoto, I must rest until the race commences to stay in top form.” She retreated into a private corner of the room, took a seat on one of the provided unoccupied beds, and took the lotus position with her eyes closed.
“It's how she sleeps,” explained Wispy. “She has to meditate.”
“Weird,” said Rainbow, who wasn't certain what to think about the vixen. At least she'd always been polite, albeit quiet and secretive, quite a contrast to her boisterous sister! From what rumors claimed, Kitsune's physical sensations were dulled as a side-effect of her unique abilities.
For the moment, Rainbow Dash and Wispy Willow parted to prepare themselves for the contest. Of course, they wouldn't be anywhere near the only contestants, but she doubted most of them would prove a real threat. Question was, would this nudist ride rule apply to their other rivals?
The more she considered it, the faster her heart raced. She'd be completely in the buff! Before all her fans and enemies that came to watch, some that hoped she'd fail! Worse, people liked to film these events! Already, she could picture the close ups of her bared unmentionables!
A part of her considered she could call the bet off. No! She wasn't a wuss! Even if she had to literally put her cute ass on the line, she'd never lose!
*****
Grease stains saturated parts of the garage, which Wispy's clawed bare feet deftly danced around on her way out, the nekomata's nostrils flared with the reek of oil and machinery. She intentionally strutted in a way that shook her breasts, hips, and buttocks in her shimmery crimson catsuit, ate up the crowds that also cheered for the celebrity musician and crowded around her for autographs, which she was all too happy to provide with a sly smile. She scribbled her name and blew them all kisses.
When she looked for familiar faces in the mob, her eyes shifted to vertical slits. Then, she spotted the pop princess, Eclipsed Heart's skin a charcoal black, her neon hot pink hair done up in pigtails, her large eyes a similar hue that appeared to glow blue whenever she stood in a particularly dark area. Her plush assets were contained in a top that showed off her delicious underboobs and a bloomer-style bottom that showed off much of her shapely hips. Eclipsed beamed as she thanked her many fans.
“Princess Butterbuns~!” Wispy waved at her.
“Oh! Hello Wispy,” she replied in her cheery voice. “Please excuse me.” Gently, she made her way past the masses that flooded the streets in anticipation. They headed away for some privacy, to a rail at the rim of a a road that curved over the city. She leaned forward on the rail, her futuristic bloomers stuck to her shapely buttchees when she asked, “So, how is Kitsune?”
“Pretty well I think,” she replied, and leaned beside her to take in the view. “Already made all the checks for the race and even scored a date, er, bet with Rainbow Dash! Yeah!”
“A bet, huh?” Eclipsed cast her a skeptical look. “Honestly, I'm not even sure we should be here! Not only is this a risky business, but I want to stay on the mayor's good side! Got it?”
“Especially since you date one of her sons~,” teased Wispy with a snicker.
“W-well that's one reason,” admitted Eclipsed with a deep blush. “But they've treated me like family! The main reason I came is to make sure you stayed out of trouble!”
“Goodie two shoes,” said Wispy with a playful elbow to her ribs. “Don't worry, we'll be fine! Forcefields have been set up in case anyone falls! They'll safely capture them like a spiderweb and rescuers will rush to help them! Plus, worst comes to worst, since Kitsune will be my ride she can always transform and save my cute butt! See, I've taken it all into account!”
“Still...it's a murky area, at best. Since this is practically a lawless zone and all...” Eclipsed heavily exhaled, then yelped when a palm smacked her butt. “Hey, careful, you could send me over!”
“Sorry Princess Butterbuns,” she replied with a sheepish smile.
“And don't call me that!” She fumed a little, with fists clenched when she stomped off.
Wispy looked past her, at advertisements for various bands in the city, which included B.A.B.E., their rivals S.L.U.T., and Sixth Measure, a boyband whose lead member Eclipsed currently dated. An alliance between the bands was set to raise money to rebuild the city, but they needed far more!
That's where Wispy came in! She swore to win the race and help the city flourish!
She raced to catch up with Eclipse. “Hey, I'm sorry! You know I didn't mean to offend you!”
Eclipsed stopped but didn't turn around “It's okay. Really. It's not so much you, but...all the other stuff that's happened. Gang violence, riots, corporate espionage, sometimes I feel like I can't handle it anymore. Especially with all the workload from our concerts! I chose to be independent so studio executives couldn't dictate our band's direction, but...maybe we need a manager. And maybe the mayor can help us with that. She's handled Sixth Measure, after all, and I trust her!”
“It is a load of work,” admitted Wispy, thankful she didn't have to handle the business side. “But hey,” she teased in an attempt to ease the tension. “We could always flash them our tits instead!” Slinked up behind the popstar, she lifted her top, which caused Eclipsed's heavy tits to bounce out. Her palms immediately seized on her bare melons, rolled them in circles and traced her hot pink areola which contrasted charcoal skin. "Ooh~...soft~...I could play with these all day...!"
“Will o' Wisp!” She snapped back with the nekomata's assassin codename, which she knew Wispy hated! “Not funny!” Eclipsed rolled her eyes, shoved her top back down before Wispy could seize another handful of her succulent titties like usual, and furiously texted her boyfriend for support while she marched away.
Wispy hissed her disappointment with her fur momentarily stood on end, then shook it off and headed back to see her sister, since the hour she had to kill before the race was almost up. On her way back, she took in some of the other racers, which included Sunset Shimmer, another ex-mercenary the band had a complicated relationship with, after they'd been at odds.
At least she was easy on the eyes, with her form-fitted bodysuit which showed off all her delicious curves! Another lovely lady, indeed!
She approached the flame-haired beauty, who tuned up a phoenix-styled hoverbike to match. Sunset turned with a whip of her mane with a smile when she heard her approach.
“Hey, Wispy. Um, I know we've been on opposite sides, but no hard feelings I hope?” She offered her hand, and after a moment the nekomata took it. “Okay, then! I hope we can be friends,” she said while they shook. “But don't expect me to take it easy! I have my pride, too!”
“I wouldn't want you to hold back on my account Sunnybuns,” replied Wispy with her own smirk. “Good luck to you, hot stuff!” She winked at her, and a mild blush colored Sunset's face as Wispy left with a flirtatious sway of her hips and ass.
The ex-assassin spotted more racers, which included gang members that were allowed to compete, under a temporary truce in a neutral zone. One of these was known as Halloween Party, who were an assortment of monster-themed costumes and committed petty crimes. Yet when the Elements of Harmony had unleashed a prismatic rainbow that mutated a number of people here, some of these punks had actually transformed into the freaks they pretended to be, over time.
“They'd better not try and pull any dirty tricks,” she muttered.
With her superb skill in martial arts she could easily handle these jokers on foot, and as for any troubles on the road, the syndicate that experimented on the sisters had imbued her with superpowers of her own! She could always shove a white-hot plasma ball up their asses!
On arrival, Kitsune's eyes opened, still in a lotus position. “Is it time, imoto?”
“Just about! Final checks to make sure no one cheats, then we'll be off!” Wispy watched the vixen hopped from the bed and land with an almost inaudible step, before they headed out.
Kitsune pursed her lips at the mechanics that waited to look her over. While she wouldn't be in a humanoid form, transformed into a motorbike when they studied her, their touch always felt...invasive, albeit she knew they were consummate professionals. Usually, she'd draw back from physical contact with anyone she wasn't very close to, but in this case there was no choice.
She transformed before them like before, into what resembled a molten mass of metal, although her quicksilver form would've been cool to the touch. Then, she transmuted herself into a bike, most of her brainspace in such a complicated shape spent until she decided to turn back, almost in a trance-like state to focus on efficiency. Immediately, the men touched and scanned her chassis.
A couple minutes later one mechanic said, “All clear.” They waved the sisters ahead.
Wispy sucked in a breath. This was her last chance to turn back. Injury or death were always risks in these races, plus she'd have to be in the buff in front of everyone...which made her tingle with excitement! No way she could turn this down. “Sister, let's kick their butts and win the top prize!”
*****
Every time a contest was held, someone was voted to open and close out the race. And since anyone that took part couldn't be voted for, it fell on Eclipsed Heart, whose cheeks colored to the claps and cheers when she took her place on a stand in the middle of the starting line, a flag in hand and a microphone before her to amplify her musical voice across crowds that waited with bated breath. “Everyone, to your places!” She waited a moment. “On your mark! Get set! Go~!”
She brought the flag down with both arms. Cars, hovercars, motorbikes, and hoverbikes zipped by in a blur, and she squealed as the force of wind fluttered her thick ponytail and almost lifted her top off her, which she strained to hold down, a colorful mass of vehicles thundering ahead. The trip would take them over a number of miles per lap, which would end after five laps in total.
Before the race even started, onlookers pulled out their cellphones to record the event and take pictures, like Rainbow had expected many of them close ups of her and Wispy, the sole contestants that announced they would ride naked, in hope more bets would be added to the prize pool.
Both women could feel numerous eyes drink them in, leer at their perky nipples in the cool wind, the steady quiver of their buttocks atop the machinery that hummed and rattled. Both of them leaned forward onto the handles, their shapely posteriors presented to their fanbases.
“See you at the finish line,” called Rainbow Dash, her voice audible over the intercoms, since every vehicle was keyed into a private network so everyone could communicate in real time. She hoped no one saw her puckered asshole clenched when she turned a particularly sharp corner.
“Fat chance,” repl;ied Wispy, who pushed to keep up. In her motorbike form, Kitsune was so sleek she practically washed over the roads like a tidal wave, not a movement wasted. Normally, the nekomata would perform all kinds of fancy tricks, but she had to win this one!
They were almost head-to-head, like expected. Not far back, Sunset Shimmer's phoenix bike left a small trail of flames in its wake, and tried not to be distracted by the bare asses of Dash and Wispy ahead. By the time they neared the initial lap's end, the first racer to crash and burn tried to drift too sharply to catch up, a Halloween Party punk in black leathers with neon bone outlines that made up a skeleton, ended with a metal skull for a helmet, and a skeletal bike to match.
An explosion shook the air, took out a chunk of the highway, the debris tossed into the forcefield below which glowed and buzzed at the contact. Uncertain whether the rider was unconscious or worse, Sunset was tempted to stop and help, but reminded herself that wasn't her place.
“Medic team to the crash site,” came a man's voice.
Sunset exhaled her relief, as a cloud of smoke billowed behind her.
More racers kept pace with the flame-haired woman. Some faces she knew, which included the famous DJ, Vinyl Scratch, who she'd never seen speak a word but couldn't deny the style of her custom hovercar, which blasted fast-paced techno music whenever it sped nearer. Another was one of the men in the city named Spike, the 'nice one', who'd become a cabbie and took his souped up cab with him. He'd never placed any better than tenth place, but she suspected he was in this more for the fun of it, to help fill the numbers and donated some of his pay to the pool.
It was partially for charity, after all! To help rebuild the ruined parts of the city! Plus, it would help rebuild any devastation left in their wake, and potential medical bills for the burnouts.
A Halloween Party punk almost clipped her. She was forced to skid in a shower of sparks, hearing his cackles while he left her in the dust. “Bastard,” she yelled, certain some of them would've drawn weapons on her, would they not be disqualified immediately! She redoubled her efforts.
Sunset had her own pride, and hoped she could make the top five, at worst!
In the middle of lap two, Wispy's striped buttocks rippled in the wind and the thrum of her bike, which vibrated beneath her bare pussy which she mashed on its sleek surface, a moist trail left across it. “You really know how to make a kitty purr~,” she moaned, and leaned as forward as she dared, so that her nipples and breasts were almost stimulated by a staccato rhythm of vibrations.
The mechanized voice of Kitsune came from the bike's speakers. “Don't make this weird, imoto. I must concentrate if you expect to win.” With that said, Kitsune resumed her entire focus.
“Aww, too bad!” Wispy knew it was true, yet she was tempted to let Dashie remain in the lead until the very last second, since she had such of lovely view of her blue buttocks, lean but sculpted to toned perfection when they wobbled in the wind, a blur of color left in her wake.
Dash turned her head back and yelled, “What's the matter, slowpoke? Cold feet?”
“Not on your life, chickenshit! I'm not known as the 'Bad Grrl' of my band for nothing! Sister, time to hit the nitros!” The sisters worked in tandem to kick it up a notch, and Wispy roared and cackled with wild-eyed mania when her motorbike pulled a wheelie and took the lead.
“Shit!” Dash cursed while they crossed to the third lap, almost activated her hoverbike's secret weapon, but held herself bck, aware she needed to save her trump card for the very end!
Eclipsed Heart watched the voluminous holo monitors suspended in the sky, safely from the same podium she'd opened the contest from. They showed every area of the map, stats and bets updated in statistics across the screens, the hover-ambulance that took a side road away from the crash scene with the Halloween Party member aboard, his status listed as stable. She touched a hand to her bosom, thankful he was fine and hopeful no one else would be hurt before this ended.
She wished her boyfriend and his bandmates could be here, but they were in the middle of another tour. However, the three women that made up her friendly rival band S.L.U.T. were here, their leader Carrion Hellfire a racer with a cyberbike the madwoman had temporarily fused herself directly to, the thin, athletic woman loaded down in cybernetics, her thin arms out from connected to the front tire, her feet behind her to the back, dressed in a spikey metallic bikini and with razor-like feathers on her arms. Her wild hair was half-shaven close to her skull, lips twisted in a smile.
Connected to her hellish bike, she looked like some beautiful yet simultaneously grotesque monster out of hell. From the sidelines watched her bandmates, neither able to properly participate in a race due to their unique physiques. Riptide Ruth, the band's tech woman, resembled a muscular land shark. Obrya Slithervane, the beautiful 'face' of the band plastered on all their posters, was also massive and voluptuous, with the lower half of a coiled up snake tail, her silky hair colored lime.
Thankful they were all on friendly terms, Eclipsed watched the fourth lap come to a close. A few more vehicles wrecked on the way, and medical teams zoomed in for recovery. A tire rolled across the streaked roads, where small fires crackled. More smoke trails littered the racetrack.
“Sucks for them,” came Rainbow's voice over the network. “Hey, they can always get some spiffy cybernetic enhancements, like I have! My cyber wings are even faster than the real deal!”
While she laughed to hide her pain, Eclipsed could hear the insincerity in Dash's voice, which cracked for a moment. Most of the population altered themselves in some way, with Eclipsed being a rare 'normal', her sole cosmetic alteration a hidden compartment in her ankle, where she could slide the false skin aside and kept a hidden, compact fold-out knife for protection.
She'd almost been tempted to participate herself, maybe keep further back like Spike and enjoy the ride, but whenever she saw another vehicle collide or hurl out of bounds, she rethought that stance. “I'll stick to full contact roller derby,” she whispered. “Somehow, it's much safer than this!”
Sunset heard her over the network and cheerily said, “See you at the next game!” They were on different teams, but there wasn't any bad blood between them, despite the fierce competition.
At this point, half of the racers had been taken out, most due to dangerous stunts in an attempt to gain an advantage. Alarms blared when a couple Halloween Party thugs pulled out cyber-spine whips, and tried to hit Rainbow and Wispy when they passed. The women swerved.
Hidden snipers positioned around the track shot the punks down with blasts of energy that disrupted their nervous systems and knocked them out of bounds onto the barrier below the track, their cycles spun out with them. On a monitor flashed their status as disqualified. Dash and Wispy both shot them middle fingers, almost in sync when competitive. They even fistbumped with a shared smirk when they were almost hip-to-hip, before they resumed their competition.
There were usually a few spoilsports in every race, but they were rarely this brazen! Eclipsed wondered if the Halloween Party participated due to a personal grudge? After all, B.A.B.E. was now openly known as a friend to S.L.U.T., the latter close companions with another gang?
She wondered where those lizard people were, disappointed none of them could participate. A need to protect their territories, she assumed, since Halloween Party was more numerous and could try and take it while they were away. Obrya's secret boyfriend was even one of those lizard men!
She really needed to get to know them better, when there was time. Which she didn't have much of herself, between her boyfriend, band, and the vigilante work B.A.B.E. used to do, now sanctioned but with restrictions by the mayor, who feared there would be a conflict of interest. For now, they were all but deputized to act as the arm-of-the-law, which Eclipsed felt mixed about.
Another Halloween Party punk in an opera theme, aware she was doomed to lose at this rate, spun her bike around to face the oncoming traffic. Warnings to turn around blared, but she ignored them with crazed laughter, her eyes from behind her half-mask scanning over the other would-be champions before she wickedly grinned at Spike's comparatively clunky old cab.
She throttled head on at him, swerved to avoid the electric blasts of snipers, determined to play chicken with the cabbie. She screamed, “Ready to become street pizza, cutie~?”
The cabbie, dressed in an out-of-date uniform, yelled, “Why me? I don't care how souped up that bike is, no way it'll stand up to my cab! Shit!” He spun out toi avoid her at the last second, smashed into the rim, unharmed thanks to all the precautions he'd taken to protect the machine's interior as a cloud-like airbag blanketed him. Nonetheless, he cursed and shook his fist outside the window.
The opera racer's cackles turned to a shrill scream when she slammed into another car, she and her bike tumbling across the air. Vinyl Scratch, who'd hit her, continued on in a boom of music while she passed, while another Halloween Party member landed on the forcefield barrier, disqualified and with fines and potential prison time already on the docket for such blatant recklessness.
Eclipsed usually tried to go easier on criminals, to reform them and give them a shot at a second chance, but she'd have to place her own vote for the fate of the Halloween Party participants.
Time was almost up. Dash, Wispy, and Sunset would occasionally overtake each other. “Time to pull out all the stops,” yelled Rainbow in triumph. “Watch this!” Jet engines she'd modified to where they were barely race-legal blazed to life, and she jetted ahead in a blur. The chassis rattled, her rivals left in the dust. “See you at the finish line, suckers! Ha-ha-ha! This is so awesome~!”
Sunset pursed her lips. “Damn! Thought I finally had a real shot this year! No way we'll catch up!”
“Come on, come on We can't lose, sister!” Even the nitros couldn't help much, Wispy ambivalent about her imminent loss, and the lovely view of Dashie's toned, bare, bouncy backside!
But that paled compared to what came next. Rainbow Dash, completely in the zone, recalled a time in what felt like the distant past, before the rapid advancements caused by cybernetics, when she first performed the 'Sonic Rainboom'. Before her wingspan had been torn away in a rain of feathers, the tomboy athlete once at the top of the world, before her entire career crashed and burned out!
Glowing brilliantly, her prosthetic wings were reduced to scrap that ripped off her back, and from the twin slits in her skin expl;oded out a feathery span. She reached such speeds in a prismatic blur, another Sonic Rainboom burst over the entire area, everyone shaken from the impact. Yet she had no time to think about it, in a trance-like state, already passed the finish line but still in the race.
Eclipsed only saw a rainbow blue. “W-we have a winner! Rainbow Dash takes the pr-” She yelped and almost tumbled over, both from the Sonic Rainboom, and Dashie herself, who continued to fly circles around the racetrack, with such force Eclipsed's clothes were all ripped clean off, her bared breasts bounced into view. She yelped and shrank down to cover herself, but everyone else on the racetrack and the crowds weren't spared, every strip of clothing torn off and practically disintegrated, yet no one was otherwise harmed, as if the miles of an aura trail Dashie left behind protected them.
Tits and cocks flopped out, butts and snatches were bared, no one left unexposed by the arcane phenomenon. One of the referees warned, “Emergency! The forcefield is down! I repeat, forcefield is down!” Worse still, mechanical systems were disrupted by the Sonic Rainboom, unable to handle the influx of raw magic, as monitors went black, cell phones went down, and worst of all, a number of vehicles started to stop dead, spin out, or crash, a few vehicles piled up in the pandemonium.
“Holy crap,” cried an also denuded Sunset, not that she had time to care about that when the flames of her phoenix-bike were extinguished, the controls refused to respond when she skidded, and she slammed into the rim, sent headfirst with a scream into the abyss of the city below.
“Sunset,” cried Wispy, as her own bike wobbled and threatened to lose its shape. “Sister, we have to save her!” The nekomata hurled off her ride, kicked off the rail, and went into a freefall dive to catch Sunset, heedless of her own safety in a desperate attempt to somehow save her.
Awareness returned to Dash, her eyes widened at all the chaos she'd unleashed.
Wispy seized Sunset by the waist, crushed her nude, supple, sweaty body close to her own when she caught her, and the martial artists' split striped tails reached out in desperation to find any potential holds. Her tails coiled around a support beam, and the two women swung, rocked back-and-forth barely suspended and upside-down, where they held onto each other and their lips mashed in a kiss.
Sunset withdrew her lips in tethered threads of mixed saliva. “We're about to die, aren't we?”
Wispy tried not to stare at her city below as her heart hammered. “Not yet,” she tried to reassure her, thankful her tails were durable...but aware she couldn't hope to keep this up.
Kitsune, who'd taken her vixen shape, also found herself naked, due to the disruption unable to even mentally shape her usual kunoichi attire, the breeze cool on her erect nipples when she sailed down to meet them with a flutter of her nine fox tails. Gliding across the winds, she snatched up the pair the moment Wispy's tails finally slipped, pulling them close as they continued to descend.
“Good catch, sister! But what now...?” Wispy saw them float towards the cityscape beneath.
“I...do not know,” admitted Kitsune, uncertain that even with her slowed movements they could survive such a fall. “I cannot retake another solid form. But maybe, when we're about to hit, I can turn myself into a metallic pool of water, soften the blow for you two before impact-”
Wispy's ears were teary when she cried, “But what if you can't turn back? You'll be pretty much dead! No, far worse than dead! You'll be-~” Her sister's palm silenced her words.
“Let me do this,” said Kitsune, eyes narrowed in determination. Would she be reduced to a useless blob, self-aware but helpless, unable to die? Her heart ached with dread, yet to ensure the survival of those she loved, she would do it a thousand times over. The miles below zoomed ever closer.
“Sunset said, “Thank you, Kitsune. It's my fault. Had I not taken that fall-”
“No one's at fault,” replied Kitsune. “Sometimes, one karma comes back to haunt them.” How many had she and Wispy been forced to slay by the syndicate? None of their targets were innocent...yet their blood was on their hands. Perhaps with this, she could balance the scales for her sister, too. One less stain on a city that threatened to be swallowed up by the shadows.
She momentarily closed her eyes, trying to steel herself for the inevitable.
A prismatic blur zig-zagged around the highways, people collected and safely deposited by the medics, before Kitsune, Wispy, and Sunset were scooped up by Rainbow Dash, whose plume spread to fullness when she rescued them, too. “Sorry I'm late,” she said with a wink. “Now, hold onto your butts!” She zoomed back to the finish line, where Eclipsed Heart hid behind the podium.
“Wispy! Kitsune! You're okay!” Eclipsed kept ducked down to hide her nudity.
“Yep,” said Wispy when she was let down. We're all in one sexy piece!” She shook her assets.
“So,” said Eclipsed. “That means you're the winner, Rainbow Dash! Um, I'd reward you with a medal, but I'm not exactly presentable!” Her one relief at this fracas was that any footage had been terminated by the 'Sonic Rainboom', which meant no one could record any of them naked!
“My money...my date~...,” whined Wispy.
“About that...I'm not sure I'm comfortable with a declared winner, after all that happened! The attempted interruptions by Halloween Party, Spike crashed out by no fault of his own, the way my Sonic Rainboom almost hurt some people...” Dash stroked her feathers, thankful to have them back, but ashamed of what she'd almost done. “I, I can't accept the prize! How about a draw?”
Kitsune, who covered herself with her nine tails, asked, “Will the attendees accept that?”
“I'll help convince them,” promised Sunset, who already tried to think up a suitable speech. The shapely woman didn't worry about her nudity too much, as it was almost like they were on vacation! “Say, Rainbow Dash. You promised Wispy a date if she won, didn't you?”
“Yeah, I did. What about it?” Sunset walked closer and whispered in her ear. Dash's eyes widened, then she smirked. “Yep, I'd be okay with that! Hey, after we check in, wanna hit the beach?”
Wispy perked up and practically drooled. “Beach? Well, I'm usually not that fond of water, but~...butts...” Already, she could picture all the beach beauties in her mind's eye.
Kitsune said, “I only know of one beach that isn't polluted beyond use. The same one S.L.U.T. once invited us to. It's your call, Eclipsed. Do we have time before our tour resumes?”
“I...y-yeah! We could use a real vacation!” Eclipsed beamed at them.
“Then it's settled,” replied Sunset with a smile of her own. “Oh, and it's clothing optional, so feel free to wear your skimpiest bikinis possible...or arrive in the buff. Whatever floats your boat.”
“I'll invite all my friends,” added Rainbow with a saucy leer.
Eclipsed's cheeks colored. “We'll be there!” Slowly, order started to return, with only minor wounds reported. Unfortunately, most of the prize pool it was decided would have to be used for repairs. Fortunately, full use would return to the cellphones, computers, vehicles, and equipment days later after the Sonic Rainboom event, which would also soon be leaked to the public. Halloween Party's leader, who hadn't attended, would fork over a hefty sum to help his racers avoid prison time.
Back in the present, Wispy and Sunset, who hadn't bothered to redress yet, openly embraced and made out, their hands left to wander, to cup, squeeze, fondle, and knead supple flesh as their lips locked, and their cheeks were afire. Their kisses deepened, fingers sunk into ample flesh, shameless and turned on by the thrill of the race and a near death experience that made them lust for life.
“Get a room you two,” pleaded Eclipsed, who averted her eyes.
Kitsune observed, “At least everyone is safe. Excuse me, I must rest.” Between the intense race, and the interference from the Rainboom, she felt unusually exhausted, and retreated back to the bed where she would meditate to recover. She then prostrated herself back in the lotus position.
To slip away from the scene and find some new clothes, Eclipsed was thankful she'd kept her rollerskates nearby, quickly strapped them on, then raced off and tried not to think about all the eyes that drank her in, how her bare breasts and buns bounced with her pirouettes. Fortunately, since everyone else had been stripped naked, most eyes were elsewhere, their current nudist condition mostly accepted after all the madness they'd seen and survived today.
Be it for different reasons, like Wispy she dreamed about the crystal clear beach, a chance to relax. Eclipsed hoped that Kitsune wouldn't feel left out, since she rarely chose to participate?
Unfortunately, she couldn't find a scrap of real clothing, no matter how hard she looked, and even the blankets and pillows that once adorned the beds inside the once abandoned buildings had been destroyed. She huffed in annoyance, not helped by the smack of flesh when Wispy and Rainbow decided to spar on placed down mats, which made their assets quiver and sway with each sweaty impact, blow-after-blow traded, blocked, and evaded, until the two of them fell and wrestled.
Instead, she sat near Kitsune, who'd also been forced to sleep in the nude, the vixen statuesque. Unfortunately, Eclipsed's tender skin was far more sensitive, and her bare, heart-shaped bottom ached a tad when it smooshed onto the mattress. Face scrunched up, she rubbed a sore buttcheek.
“I could always kiss that for you~,” offered Wispy as her breasts swayed with a palm strike.
“No thanks,” replied Eclipsed, her cheeks afire as she tried not stare while the pair went at it. Especially whenever one of them kicked, their unmentionables on full display!
“Too slow,” shouted Dash, who didn't have the years-and-years of the nekomata's martial arts prowess, but was able to beat even Wispy's impressive speed, dipped under her, and tossed her back-first on the mat, where she straddled her sweaty foe, as Wispy's breasts heaved while pinned. “Huh, since it's a draw, how about a little 'Give and Take?” And since you wanted a date, well~...”
The athlete arced her back, so that her perky, pointy tits were aimed skyward to emphasize their small but cute size. Grinded her hips, ass, and cunt atop Wispy's lap with a low moan and a blush, rolled them slowly but firmly while she pressed down her puffy, moist vulva on the cat woman.
Wispy slid her hands up Dashie's sides, relished the slender but toned curves, traced over her pert buttocks, her stomach and back, up her breastbone where she cupped and squeezed her itty-bitty-titties, rolled, pinched, and pulled Dashie's pokey nipples and was reward with a soft coo.
Dash deliberately bounced a little on her lap, felt her buns be pried apart then released with a muted clap. Moist droplets oozed from her inflamed cunt, as she mashed her pink love button, which peaked out, into the striped twin tails of the nekomata, who brushed the dextrous tails over her own snatch and Dashie's, smeared with a trail of lust while she rubbed their snatches with schlicks.
Wispy wanted to toss her over, pin her down, and scissor her silly then and there, ride her like a two-bit pony until she broke her brain with bliss, but she restrained herself with Eclipsed and Kitsune around, not to mention the occasional mechanic that passed by, and failed to hide hard ons. “Nice to see you packed some heat,” she teased the shame-faced men with a wink.
Instead, the real fun would be saved for the beach!
Kitsune, too, pictured their vacation. Potential peace and solitude. A chance for her transformative state to resettle back into its 'normal' status. The company of those she cherished. She opened an eye, to sneak a peek at Sunset Shimmer, who stood and did stretches on another mat, and wondered if she'd finally find the courage to ask her out...then froze up and shot the idea down.
Sure, she could take on a small army, but a date? The idea she'd be rejected utterly terrified her! Instead, she watched her twist with a side-eye, and her heart melted at the hope of companionship.
Sunset smiled at the vixen, who shiftly avoided her eyes. “Hey Kitsune, want to train with me?” She patted the map, and reluctantly Kitsune rose and tried not to tremble on her approach.
“V-very well,” said Kitsune, who meekly hid behind half her coppery mane. She shivered and blushed when Sunset touched her arm, and they took their places on the mat for their own spar.
“Don't kick my butt too badly, okay? I usually practice with a sword,” reminded Sunset, who as a peace offering had offered her plasma saber to Kitsune, a weapon Sunset didn't have much use for anyway after she'd abandoned mercenary work and focused on adventure instead.
Kitsune clasped her hands with a polite bow, which Sunset returned, before they both took a combative stance. Sunset launched the first strike, which Kitsune barely knocked aside, distracted both by the close contact of her crush, and the heavy sway of her bared breasts.
Skilled as Sunset was, it's true under normal circumstances the ex-assassin would cream her. But in her compromised state, and badly distracted, they proved a more even match, and Kitsune eventually also found herself slammed onto her back, straddled and pinned, where Sunset touched her nose to Kitsune's snout, smiled, and delivered a slow, deep kiss, which Kitsune returned.
Their fingers interlocked. She melted into Sunset's kiss. Savored her touch, her taste, despite how deadened her senses were due to experimentation the syndicate forced upon the sisters. While they softly made out, Rainbow yelped when Wispy flipped her onto all fours, mounted her playfully, pulled on her small breasts and nipples while her split tails rubbed at Dahie's lower holes.
“So much for shuteye,” mumbled Eclipsed, who reclined on her side. She tried to text her boyfriend, frowned at the black screen, and instead let down her hot pink ponytail and sank the best she could into the mattress. Thankfully, she slipped into a fitful sleep sooner than unexpected.
She experienced some spicy dreams of her own. Of concert sessions, between shows, when in a backroom she'd peeled off her sweaty costume, called her boyfriend over, and bent over a dresser before a mirror, her cellphone raised to record them (with his permission!) while he railed her senseless. They always had to be quick, a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans while he clapped her cheeks. She always made sure he came, and she usually could too a couple times.
And whenever he wasn't available, she'd sent him a few nude selfies with a wink and a kiss, telling him how much she adored him. Someday, when their lives weren't so chaotic, she hoped to marry him!
Would his brothers accept? His mother? Could they hope to raise a child in this mad world...?
Instead, she tried not to be overwhelmed by her insecurities and instead focused on the man she loved. She moaned softly in her sleep, while a slender hand snaked down to her bare pussy, rubbed her puffy, slick lips with a squelch and pleasantly shuddered whenever her frame tensed up.
Wet schlicks sounded when she tenderly worked her snatch over, blissfully unaware, chewed on her lower lip and squirted a small puddle of her amorous desire across the mattress. Clenching around her fingers when she came, her free hand pinched one of her tits, and blacked out from bliss.
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Luster Dawn,Original Character,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Jammed Cog in a Useless Machine
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Luster Dawn meets a very strange, markless — er, mark-free — pony.
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<p>Shortly after arriving in Ponyville, Luster Dawn meets a strange, markless pony. As Twilight Sparkle's top student, she <i>knows</i> how important cutie marks are, so she makes it her mission to help her new friend find their destiny!</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">This story contains:</span><i> Queer/trans/nonbinary characters, misgendering/transphobia, cutie marks as a social construct, and insurrectionary themes.</i></p>
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I sigh impatiently, head lowering to rest on my front legs folded on the table in front of me. Café Hay is listed as the highest rated restaurant in Ponyville, according to the extensive research I did before moving here, but so far this service is way below five stars.
I eye the waiter as he walks by again, silently hoping he’ll notice me staring and that I won’t have to draw attention to myself by calling out to him directly. I just want a daisy sandwich, dang it! How long can that possibly take them to make?!
My stomach rumbles, and I let out a groan of agreement. I’m getting hungrier with each passing second. Maybe I should add an order of hay fries…
As idle thoughts swirl around in my head, my gaze drifts off, vision blurring slightly as I stare into space. I have no idea how long I’ve been out of it once someone finally clears their throat and breaks me out of my reverie.
“Can I help you?” the stranger demands.
I snap to attention, sitting up straight and jumping back a little when I realize there’s an off-white pegasus suddenly standing right in front of me, his magenta glare managing to pierce like daggers through the disheveled, multicolored bangs hanging in front of his face. “Sorry!” I exclaim, panicking. “I’m sorry. Was I staring at you? I totally zoned out. I didn’t mean to!”
“...Oh,” he says, annoyed expression softening a little. “Alright then. My bad.” He turns back around, and as he does, I catch sight of something quite curious: his flank. His totally bare, totally blank flank, to be more specific. I look him up and down as he stands in line a few feet away. He isn’t the tallest or strongest stallion I’ve ever seen by a long shot, sure, but still, he’s clearly no longer a colt. And yet, no matter how long or hard I study his flank, there’s simply no cutie mark.
I already knew adult blank flanks existed, but it always seemed like such a sad concept to me. Cutie marks are what make ponies special – they’re what make ponies ponies. Without a cutie mark, you have no destiny, no purpose. An adult blank flank is…
…glaring at me again. Crap. I avert my eyes quickly, just in time to see the waiter arriving with my sandwich and drink. I squeak out a timid “thank you” and focus on eating my meal, hoping the pony in question won’t confront me as my thoughts continue to race.
I, of course, have no such luck. Barely two minutes later, the sound of the chair across from me scraping against the ground makes me look up, heart sinking as I realize the blank-flanked pegasus is taking a seat at my table.
“Zoned out again, eh?” he says, tone somewhere between chiding and playful. “Seems t’be a pattern with you.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry!” I whine, burying my face in my hooves in embarrassment before nervously meeting his eyes again. “I swear I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t staring on purpose. Um, not at first, at least. I just…”
He frowns. “You just…?”
I smile nervously. “I just couldn’t help but wonder, um… Oh, stars, how do I say this…” I tap my chin with my hoof. “Um... Where’s your cutie mark?”
He clicks his tongue and eyes my flank, raising an eyebrow. “Where’s yours?”
“Huh?!” My eyes widen, head whirling around in a panic – only to confirm that my cutie mark is, indeed, still there.
“Ha!” I look back at the now smirking stranger. “Made you look. Wow, that doesn’t usually work on most ponies.”
I give him a cautious smile, starting to feel my nerves ease up. “Ha, well… I’m not most ponies, you know.”
“Clearly.” A pause hangs in the air between us for a moment before he slowly offers me his hoof. “Name’s Rebel Yell.”
“Luster Dawn.” I shake his hoof politely. “I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”
“S’fine.” Rebel Yell shrugs dismissively, in a way that makes me wonder if maybe it isn’t actually fine. “Most ponies are a lot weirder about it.”
“I, like, just got here from Canterlot a few months ago,” I explain. “I really didn’t mean to be rude. I’ve just never seen a grown stallion without a cutie mark before.” He visibly tenses, and this time I can’t quite pinpoint what I’d said wrong. “I mean, I’ve never seen a lot of things before,” I clarify quickly. “Like, it probably says more about me than you.”
Rebel Yell seems to consider this for a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Never seen a trans mare before either, I take it?”
“A trans… Oh!” My jaw drops as the realization hits me. “Oh! I didn’t – I’m so sorry! I mean, yes, you’re right, I’ve never seen – oh, but I still shouldn’t have assumed –”
“Whoa, dude, chill. S’okay. I get it – you’re a sheltered Canterlot filly. Not your fault.” He – she shrugs. “I mean, I’ve only been on estrogen for, like, a month. And I’m more on the nonbinary side, anyway, so… Whatever, y’know? No biggie.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Well, thank you. You’re certainly an interesting pony.” I pause for a moment, processing my own words. “Um... No offense intended.”
Rebel Yell chuckles. “I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess,” she says. “Lot nicer than what some ponies say.”
“Really?” I tilt my head to the side. “Are ponies mean to you?”
“Eh… Sometimes?” Rebel Yell pokes at the ground with her hoof. “Mostly about the blank flank thing, t’be honest. And I don’t know if I’d call ‘em mean, but they’re definitely not always nice.”
“Yeah…” I nod. Ponies, more than any other creatures, are sometimes known for sugarcoating their underhanded jabs to an extent that it’s often difficult to actually call them outright insults, though they still sting nonetheless; I remember it all too well from my early teen years in Princess Twilight’s School for Gifted Unicorns. “I know how that is.”
“Oh?” Rebel Yell says curiously.
“Well, yeah.” I rub the back of my neck nervously. “I’ve always been kind of… weird and awkward? Ponies at school always either avoided me or made fun of me. It’s part of why I moved to Ponyville.”
Rebel Yell nods. Before she can reply, the waiter arrives with her food. “Your… burger, sir.”
I frown, noticing the way she winces at the masculine title. “Uh, thanks,” Rebel Yell mutters.
“Wait,” I say as the waiter’s other words suddenly click together in my head. “Burger?” I lean forward to get a closer look at the sandwich, taking a quick sniff before recoiling in shock. “Oh my stars, is that –”
“Meat?” Rebel Yell nods as she takes a big, dramatic bite. “Mmhm. Sheesh, ya really are sheltered,” she chuckles through her food.
“I – I…” I stammer, totally and completely in shock. Adult blank flanks and trans mares I’ve at least heard of – but a pony eating meat? “Is that…allowed?”
Rebel Yell swallows and sets her burger down before glancing around and shrugging. “Hmm, well… I don’t see any princesses tryin’ to stop me, do you?”
“Okay, yeah, that was probably a stupid question.” I laugh at myself a little. “Um, sorry. I just… Wow! I didn’t even realize ponies could still digest meat, you know? I thought that was just something our, um, more primitive ancestors did.”
“Primitive?" Rebel Yell smirks and waves her burger at me. "Now just what’re you tryin’ t’say about me?”
“Eep! Nothing!” I yelp. “I’m –”
“Dude, if you apologize to me one more time, I’m gonna go crazy. Chill, okay? I’m just teasin’ ya now.” Rebel Yell gives me a genuine smile and reaches her hoof halfway across the table to cover mine. “I like teasin’ cute fillies, y’know.”
Rebel Yell winks, and my face suddenly feels really, really warm. “Oh,” I squeak, looking down at our connected hooves. “Um, okay. Sorry – er, wait, no, I mean –”
“Ha!” Rebel Yell’s hoof pulls away as she cackles in amusement, and I find myself missing her touch immediately. “You’re too funny, you know that?”
I giggle, her upbeat mood starting to make me feel more relaxed. In fact, I feel good. With a rush of confidence sweeping through me, I straighten my posture and clear my throat. “Rebel Yell, do – do you want to be friends?”
Rebel Yell pauses, burger held halfway to her mouth as she stares at me for a moment, looking somewhat confused. “Uh… Yeah, sure,” she finally says. “Sorry, not tryin’ to be rude or nothin', just – I’ve never had someone ask me that before.”
“You don’t have any friends either?!” I ask excitedly, planting my hooves on the table.
Rebel Yell barks out a laugh. “Stars’ sake, you’re unreal! Nah, dude, I got plenty of friends. S’just that most creatures are usually a little more subtle about lookin’ for friendships.” She pauses for a moment, looking contemplative before smiling again and nodding in approval. “But y'know what? I admire the boldness. So, yeah. Let’s be friends.”
I beam. Princess Twilight is going to be so proud of me!
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ALoneWolf
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563217
| 1 |
Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Princess Celestia,Adventure,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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A Dashing road trip : A Mare do well fallout story
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Not your average everyday road trip
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Taking place a year before Twilight stepped foot into the human world, Rainbow Dash ditches everyone after the humiliation she received from her so called friends little Mare do Well stunt and heads back to her hometown to get away from everyone. But after receiving some shocking news back in Ponyville, Our Rainbow haired heroin alongside the CMC's embark on a road trip across Equestria on a journey of forgiveness, trust, and more importantly, friendship.</p><p>A prequel to <a href="/story/540076/so-long-old-friend-an-anon-a-miss-tale" rel="nofollow">So long old friend (An Anon a Miss Tale )</a></p>
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teen
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2024-08-13T20:32:18+00:00
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2024-08-13T20:32:17+00:00
| 140 |
"Dash please, just listen to us!!!" Twilight pleaded as her rainbow maned friend continued to pack up her belongings, all while pretending to not hear a single word her "friends' are saying.
"We didn't mean to hurt you Dashie honestly!!!" Pinkie jumped in.
"We were just trying to teach you a lesson about.........................." Fluttershys words were cut short by a loud closing sound, as the element of loyalty shut her suitcase in a violent rush before turning against the group with a look of pure fury, which sent chills down their spines.
"About what?!" She roared, ever since she saved that pony a few days ago, Dash was deemed a local hero and celeb in town. But alas, her newfound popularity got to her head which began to take a tole on her friends who found it rather irritating , and given that their friend already had a massive ego to begin with only made it worse. Eventually the five members of the elements of harmony came up with a plan to teach their friend a lesson about boasting and letting her ego get the better of her. They soon came up with a brilliant plan to "introduce" a new superhero dubbed Mare do Well, as to not only teach their friend a lesson, but to also lend a hoof to any pony in need.
Throughout the week, Mare do Well has gained a vast boost of popularity for all of her good deeds much to the frustration of the rainbow maned pegasus, who started to feel jealous of this new "superhero". Whenever she tried to lend a hoof of her own to anypony who needed it, she was always overshadowed somehow by this mysterious new pony whom always beat her to the scene, and to make matters worse, most of the mares former fans and supporters started to tease and mock her, and to even go as far as to say.........
"Why couldn't you arrive at the scene sooner like Mare do well dash?"
"I'm surprised , here you are the fastest pony in town. But yet Mare do Well beats you to the punch"
"Maybe if you wore a costume, Mare do well might make ya her sidekicked"
" "You think dash might be Mare do Well?"
"Pfft no way, Mare do Well is 100 times more awesome"
"Shame you can't do all the awesome stunts Mare do Well can do slowpoke"
"Hey Dash, have you heard of this new superhero named Mare do well? She's so awesome, I should start a new fanclub about her, maybe she'll help me fly and get my cutiemark at the same time? That would be so cool"
This negative backlash soon took a tole on the mare who one day decided to expose Mare do Well for the fraud that she is, and she soon got her chance by the end of the week when the town decided to hold a special appreciation day dedicated to Mare do Well, which only fueled the mares frustration as that was originally gonna be her appreciation day. And the second the mare entered the stage looking all heroic and awesome, a chase was soon to transpire, which eventually lead the local hero into an alleyway. The second Mare do well was cornered, Dash tackled the mare to the ground and was quick to unmask her new rival. But to her shock and horror, the mare behind the mask was non other than her friend Pinkie Pie.
The pegasus was speechless for a moment until the others showed up wearing the exact same outfit, this only added more salt to the mares confusion until Twilight Sparkle broke the ice. As it turns out, the five of em were getting tired of Dashes non stop boasting and decided to teach her a lesson about how having a massive ego and boasting non stop can get the better of you. So they came up with the plan to become the superhero Mare do Well in order to upstage the pegasus and show her what being a hero is all about. After Rarity made costumes for each of them, they soon put their plan into motion, where as they used their many quirks and abilities to arrive at the scene before Dash .
Originally they were gonna unmask themselves the second the appreciation day began, but their friend already beat them to it. As soon as they were done giving their explanations, they waited to see their friends response hoping that she'll realize the valuable lesson that they were trying to teach to the mare, but to their surprise, the mares reaction isn't what they expected as tears began to form along with silent sobs. This was quite a surprise to the group as it would have taken something extremely drastic to make the tomgirl shed a tear, Applejack walked up to try and comfort the sobbing mare, only to be pushed away. The sobbing pegasus then took off leaving her "friends" behind before they even got a chance to get one more word in.
And now here we are, as the pegasus finally finished packing up her belongings, all while remaining visibly pissed at her so called friends. " Being egotistical, boastful, being awesome, trying to be a hero, is that the lesson you cowards were trying to teach me? Cause it sure as hell didn't work, and now thanks to you, everyone thinks I'm a laughing stalk and prefer to have Mare do Well as their hero, not me!!!! And to make matters worse, Scoots, the one kid who I treated like my own little sister see's that wannabe superhero as her role model now!!!"
"Dash we weren't trying to humiliate you!!!" Twilight jumped in. " You were letting the newfound popularity you gained from helping that pony a week ago get to your head, you've been boasting non stop and letting your ego get the better of you. We just wanted to show you that a hero helps those without expecting anything in return and to think about everyone else's feeling not just themselves"
"Did it ever occur to you that you could have just talked to me about it Sparkle?" Dash asked, Twilight however was reluctant to answer her friends question, much to her annoyance. “. Asked you a question, if you had a problem with my boasting , why didn’t you just tell me?”
The unicorn was still reluctant to answer the question, knowing that the outcome wouldn’t be pretty, but she knew that it wouldn’t help to keep the Pegasus waiting for an answer. at last, she took a deep breath before answering. “ We figured that you wouldn’t listen to us, given how stubborn you can be at times Dash” The unicorn then closed her mouth, fearing an outburst from the Pegasus. But to her surprise, Dash let out a small chuckle.
“Wow” She replied in a sarcastic tone. “ My own “friends” think that I’m so stubborn that I wouldn’t listen to reason”
“It’s not like that Dash……..
“Save it!” Dash cut in. “ You know what you’re right, I can be stubborn at times, and maybe my ego gets the better of me. But do you honestly think I’d be so stubborn that I can’t even hold a simple conversation with you traitors?”
“Who ya calling traitors?!” Applejack said. “ Don’t forget that it was your big ass ego that got ya in this mess in the first place!”
“Applejack!!!!” Rarity shouted.
“Oh my ego’s bad farm girl?!” Dash shot back. “ That’s funny coming from you of all ponies, your ego’s just as bad as mine”
“What are you talkin bout?” Applejack relied. “ I don’t have an ego!!!”
“Guys please stop” Fluttershy said trying to break it up.
“Oh really?!” Dash replied in a mocking tone. “ Oh look at me I’m Applejack, ma family has the best Apples this side of Equestria, no other apples or markets can outmatch the apple family. and it’s all thanks to my incredible tree bucking strength, courtesy of my two hind legs Bucky and Kicks whateverthehellthey’recalled! And I can buck like 50 apple tree’s all in one day, hell I could even be in the pony Guinness book of world records if I can keep this up!!!!” A large growl can be heard from the farm girl as the Pegasus continued to mock her.
“Guys I’m begging you that’s enough…………..
“At least I know the value of hard work instead of boasting bout it 24/7!!!!” Applejack shouted. “ Ya know I feel sorry for the Wonderbolts if they even consider recruiting you one of these days, cause they are get one hell of a headache listening to your non stop boasting, they wouldn't think of you as a fellow teammate, they'd just think of you as the biggest mistake brought on by the entire team! I swear your just as worse as Gilda or those three boneheads who used to bully you and shy!!!!!”
“Applejack SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!” Fluttershy shouted, shocking the group to the core, never expecting to hear one of the most sensitive citizens in town raise her voice like that. Dash however was unfazed by the Pegasus’s outburst with her expression hidden in the bangs of her hair.
“Oh so that's it?” Dash quietly replied. “ You guys think I’m a bully huh?”
“Dash no, that’s not what we………..
“Save it Pinkie” Dash coldly interrupted while grabbing her suitcase. “ I can see very clearly now, non of you ever trusted me to begin with. All the good deeds I did were nothing but a waste of time, cause all you see whenever I save a life is an egotistical Pegasus who does nothing but boast 24/7. You probably only let me hang out with you just to keep me under control so that I don’t do anything reckless, and I bet you were planning on stripping me of my element if I ever did anything to piss you guys off weren’t you?” The others were too stunned and riddled with guilt to say anything , Dash just let off a scoff. “ I thought so” the Pegasus then proceeded to make her way towards her front door.
Dash please, It’s not like that we swear” Twilight pleaded. “ We love you…….
“Save it Sparkle” Dash interrupted. “After this whole week, I don’t believe any bullshit that comes out of your mouths, Celestia sent you here to learn about friendship, but in the end, you failed miserably at it. Gilda was right, I definitely wasted my time befriending you selfish dweebs” Gasps of shock echoed the room after hearing the hurtful words exit their friends mouth, She then picked up her pet tortoise placing him gently onto her back.
“Come on Tank lets go” She said. “We don’t need these traitors, you’re the only friend I need” Before exiting, she took one last look at the group. “ I’ll send for the rest of my things, and if you even think about following me to the train station to try and stop me. You’ll regret it” and with that, the element of loyalty exited her soon to be former home leaving behind a group of sad and depressed ponies who all wished that this Mare do Well plan never happened. Twilight on the other hand felt the worst of them all, given that it all her idea in the first place.
Soon the pegasus landed on the ground without even looking back at her house as she proceeded towards the train station, during her short trek she passed by many ponies and growled slightly when a few of them were asking themselves "what happened to Mare do Well?" "It's as if she's suddenly vanished" this only fueled the mares frustration to the point that she was no longer wanted here. As she was only a few meters away from the station platform, the pegasus passed by a familiar filly who's face was full of confusion as she witnessed the suitcase wondering where her big sister figure was going.
"Dash?" Scootaloo called out. " Where are you going?" The filly however didn't get an answer as the pegasus just walked by, pretending that she didn't hear her. " Dash?" Again there was no answer. " Dash wait up!!!" Scoots couldn't help herself and began to follow the mare, hoping to gain her attention. " Dash talk to me, are you going on vacation or something. Will you please just...................."
"Why don't you worry about your own self for once kid?!" Dash snapped, causing the filly to back away slightly . "Or better yet, why don't you go see how your new idol Mare do Well is doing? You and everyone else in this damn town obviously prefers her over me anyways!" With nothing more to say, the pegasus rushed straight to the terminal not even giving her former fan a chance to say anything else. Soon the pegasus purchased her ticket and made her way inside her assigned coach, as she stepped inside, the mare took her seat as the train began to exit the station, not even bothering to look back at her former home one last time, not even towards the sad filly who watched her big sister figure leave, wondering if she'll ever come back.
An hour later
The sounds of a loud whistle along with a wheesh can be heard as a passenger train entered the station terminal before coming to a complete stop, soon the passengers exited their respected coaches just as the others whom waited on the terminal began to enter in their places. Amongst the crowd, a familiar pegasus exited her coach, with luggage and pet in hoof, she made her way out of the station. As she exited the station entrance, the mare looks up at the main entrance which lead to the city to which she and her former friend once resided when they were kids.
Cloudsdale
After taking a long deep breath, the pegasus flapped her wings, and soon took off towards the cloud city, ready to start her new life in her home town.
"Home sweet home"
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Noobblue
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563224
| 1 |
Main 6,Alternate Universe,Dark,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death
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The Moon is Gone.
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The pages of an almost journal, lost in the void
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complete
| 230 | 3 |
<p>They didn't mean for the Elements to do that.</p><p>Now everything is Nothing.</p><p>All they have is each other.</p><p>They're trapped.</p><p>Time is running out.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-11T18:05:48+00:00
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2024-08-12T03:20:47+00:00
| 1,964 |
I am Twilight Sparkle, writing what I can assume is a few hours after the one thousandth summer sun celebration.
For contextualization, the events that preluded this research paper were complex, but here are the important parts: I arrived in Ponyville after unearthing a prophecy of the return of one, "Nightmare Moon." She did return, promising to doom Equestria to night time for eternity. A group of talented mares and I chased down the Alicorn, (As the mare in question was such a creature, with a profile thinner, but similar to that of Princess Celestia) into a forest, the trip was arduous, but relatively unimportant.
In the end, the mar my friends and I confronted Nightmare Moon, and summoned what is referred to as, "The Elements of Harmony." The Elements are supposedly powerful artefacts that function only when particular positive features of Equestrian society are present: Kindness, Honesty, Loyalty, Generosity, and Laughter. When the Elements were used previously on Nightmare Moon by Celestia (I assume, though I have no concrete evidence to verify that claim) Nightmare Moon was sealed in the moon for a thousand years.
When we used the Elements on Nightmare moon, they destroyed her, leaving only fleeting fragments of powerful magic and shards of enchanted metal.
While not what I would consider 'harmonic', it worked, and Equestria was saved, or so we think. Almost immediately after the magic faded, my friends noticed several key changes. We were already in a dark castle, located in the depths of the Everfree Forest, a place called, "The Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters." Pinkie Pie, the bearer of the Element of Laughter, noticed it first. She made a strange series of shuddering motions after the Elements fired, and ran to a window.
There was nothing.
Even now, I don't know exactly how to describe it academically, so I'll have to lean on more esoteric phrases to properly describe what I observed. Outside of the window, there was what I am going to refer to as: "Nothing." To make the distinction between Nothing and nothing, think to the feeling of looking out of a window while a thunderstorm is brewing outside. The lights on the inside of the building cause the dilation of the eye to not adjust to the darkness outside, and the borders of the window are simply shrouded in impassable darkness.
This... Darkness, instead, brought forwards that terrifying feeling of being watched. Like there was something just on the other side of the window that you couldn't see, but it could see you. The sensation was so visceral that Fluttershy, the bearer of the Element of Kindness, became violently ill when observing it. I, myself, having not had anything to eat, merely retched.
It wasis wrong. The kind of wrongness I've seen described in only a few places throughout modern Equish literature, mostly in reference to Dark Magic, or nightmares.
Me and my friends looked around the entire castle, every exit was blocked by the darkness. Rainbow Dash was screa
To understand the context, Rainbow Dash, the bearer of the Element of Loyalty, is a brash, seemingly fearless mare. She is incredibly athletic and I've watched her do several feats of such physicality in conjunction with bravery that I would insist that shaking her is almost impossible. She was the first of us to find an opening to the outside that wasn't sealed off. None of us were willing to try the doors, but in a decaying castle, Rainbow was the first to find a dilapidated section of stonework that was open to the outside.
She screamed when she found it, and ran away from it after slamming the door closed that led to it. We only got her to stop crying an hour ago and she's collected herself since then, but I don't think I've ever seen a pony so scared for their life. I hastily used my magic to tumble down the stone over the doorway once we identified where she had come from, that was when I made another important observation.
Magic was gone.
That is, the ambient magic in the air had dropped to nothing, or at least, so low that I could no longer feel it. This ties back to Applejack's (the bearer of the Element of Honesty) weariness. While searching the structure, she was constantly speaking about how the ground didn't feel right, how the air didn't feel right; she said she was sure something had changed, and now we know what. I can only assume that the structure itself has been cut off from any Ley Lines, and the forest entirely. I want to say that we're still in the Everfree, merely separated by darkness. In truth, as far as our senses can tell us, the rest of the world is gone, or too far away to reach.
The only magic left is that which is left inside us, and the Elements, which had gone dark after we used them.
The good news is that while scouting, we found a library. The texts here date back to events prior to what historians state is the catalyzing point of Equestrian society. There are almanacs here about the Discordian era, and tomes and authors I've never even heard of before. Fluttershy and Rarity are looking for food, Applejack and Rainbow Dash are building fortifications for the library while I try and find something that we can use to help us get out of here.
I worry, about Rainbow. She's gone back to joking, but her confidence has clearly been shattered. She wouldn't fly up to the window to board it up, I had to do it with my magic; to which she thanked me sarcastically to try and throw off the fact that she was too scared to do it. She claims she only saw darkness when she was out in the open.
I don't know why I think she's lying.
This is Twilight Sparkle again, It's almost been a full day.
It's impossible to keep track, conventionally. Rarity, the bearer of the Element of Generosity, knew a time keeping spell that didn't work when she cast it. It took us a moment to figure that out, but the arcane clock magically defaulted to whatever time Rarity thought it was supposed to be. She doesn't know why the spell is doing that, and neither do I, without knowing what exactly she is casting. Applejack apparently had what she thought was a pretty good internal clock, but the strange sensations she feels are making her too nervous to feel tired. Pinkie Pie doesn't seem to be experiencing the same sensation, not that she's told us. She has been expressing her normal cheer when possible. Keeping the metaphorical fire burning.
Fluttershy has been helping me read by sorting through the books that are clearly not what we need. Registries and fictional books mostly, she can't read old Ponish, which is what most of these books are written in, neither can any of the others; so it falls to me to find us a way out of this.
Firstly, I need to identify what happened. The magic we used was incredibly powerful, when it struck Nightmare Moon, she cried out in what I can only describe as equal parts: defiance, fear, and pain. Immediately after, the darkness came. While it's not scientifically viable to assume that one happened because of the other with no proof, it is unfortunately the only thing I have to go on. I've been looking for books about the moon, Nightmare Moon, the sky, and anything that has to do with shadowmancy, the Elements of Harmony, or the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters.
So far, I've only seen two books that fit either of those descriptions. One was a constellation chart, while ordinarily pointless, it caught my eye because of what it depicted. There were a total of two recognizable constellations to me present within the fold out pages that depicted the entirety of the night sky. I only dabble in astrology, but the point is, in the depiction, there weren't a few thousand stars, there were millions. They came in colours that the book claimed were indescribable, and in brightness's that outclassed anything we have in modern Equestria's night sky. When Fluttershy eventually found a star chart, the thing was split up into seven volumes, three of them were heavier than Fluttershy herself.
Rarity and Pinkie Pie found the kitchens, and they brought back some surprisingly well preserved grain to the library. In addition, on Rarity's first trip out with Fluttershy, they failed to find food, but returned with linens, which Rarity has fashioned into a circle of sleeping bags for us. Does this count as a slumb
She also found several oil lanterns, despite oil lanterns being outdated by only a few years in modern Equestria, these lanterns were clearly centuries old. I don't know how to reconcile the fact that an invention only a few generations old has actually apparently existed since the founding of Equestria. Regardless, the Library is now constantly lit. Rainbow Dash flies to each of the hanging lanterns whenever one of them starts to dim, and tops them up with the spare oil Rarity found along with the Lanterns.
Raw grain isn't exactly healthy, but it's better than nothing.
What we really need is water. Ponies could survive weeks without food. Maybe one without water, and only a few days of functionality without. I expressed as much, and Rainbow has been using her weather magic to gather up the moisture from the castle into a raincloud for me to harvest. She won't go very far from the Library, Fluttershy and Applejack were required for her to be willing to go into the catacombs, where the moisture was at its thickest. She cited that as pegasi hated being underground, which is fair, despite my gut telling me there is something wrong with the statement.
The other book I found was a warnings manual for advanced magic. It depicted several... ghastly states a pony could be brought to without the correct precautions when using certain kinds of magic. Runic, blood, emotion, shadow, necro, and elemental. Shadow, of course, was what drew my attention to the book itself, it was difficult for my academic mind to avoid reading the entire book from cover to cover, but I managed somehow.
The good news is that it was a complete dead end. I had incorrectly guessed at the nature of Shadow magic. Apparently, it's more a spell form of summoning than it is esoterical building blocks of larger magics. The book depicted things like, 'falling into your shade' or 'losing control of your summon' while explaining how not to die when using that particular brand of magic. Interestingly enough, unlike modern Equish literature, the book not once simply said: "Don't do shadow magic." It was only ever describing premptive measures to protect against failures or mistakes. There was, of course, nothing vaguely related to how to do anything depicted in the book, but I didn't really want to start playing with Dark Magic anyways.
The reason this is good news, is because that shuts down an avenue of research, eventually, we'll close in on the only thing we need, and it'll make the whole process go much faster.
I'll write more when I find something out.
Twilight, several days after the Summer Sun celebration.
Orniomancy.
The magic associated with dreams. While normally depicted in Equestrian culture as purely from the subconscious, the short primer I discovered on dream magic has yielded an impossibly important fact.
Nightmare Moon was Princess Luna. She's described in the book multiple times, and it's clear they are the same pony.
It's clear to me that dream magic is the key here. The book is impossible to decipher past the facts I've already stated. Everything else seems to be explained with the impression that the pony reading is already an experienced Dreamcrafter. Most of the book references experience or practice that the caster in question would have before doing any of the listed techniques. It's a branch of magic I won't be able to decipher as I have far more important things to be doing, but the history and context presented in the book pointed me towards is the next step in figuring out what happened.
Luna.
Supposedly another Alicorn Princess, sister to Celestia. If this is true, and I'm functioning as if it is for the sake of getting out of here, that means Celestia is related to Nightmare Moon. That means Celestia knew Nightmare Moon was returning.
It means she lied to me.
Or... I guess she never told me I was wrong, but it's still a lie of omission. These books talk about a different history. Equestria in a completely different state of being. Wars and battles for land for the most part paint Equestria's founding very differently from what that hearths warming eve play prop it up as.
I haven't told the girls any of this, but... I'm starting to think... Celestia censored history. A vast majority of it. I don't know why she would have done that, but it all adds up.
I don't
The girls and I haven't slept for a while. I don't know when I'm supposed to feel tired, but I don't. I guess the sense of duty has kept me going. I'm the only pony who can read any of these books. While I
Applejack has decided she's going to brave the outside.
I was torn away from writing by the arguing, which turned to shouting when I arrived. Rainbow and Applejack were in the middle of a heated discussion about going outside. Applejack wanted to give it a shot, Rainbow dash was vehemently against it. They apologized to me, after noticing how sick and tired I looked. I embarrassingly didn't realize how unkempt I had become, but I suppose it didn't really matter.
Applejack presented a fairly good argument. We can't keep time well, but we can count. Applejack proposed that we build a sort of two sided door, after arguing with Rainbow Dash a little more. What she suggested was that I could lift stones over a chamber with an exit to the outside, creating a seal around the door with Applejack inside. Then, she would open the door, and walk outside for exactly sixty seconds before returning and closing the door. Once she was back inside, we'd remove the rocks and let her back in.
It was a surprisingly viable idea, and very scientific. It covered the moving parts and the extra variables. I don't know why I opposed it. We took a vote. Four to two in favour. Rainbow and I voted against it. The other four felt awful, they wanted to try and explain. They all had family out there, they didn't want to wait around, I understood, of course. Spike was out there.
There's no telling how far reaching the magic surrounding the castle is. It may just be the castle, the forest, ponyville, or the whole word, for as far as we know. I wouldn't want Spike trapped like this, all alone. Though, we had food and water for another few days. There wasn't a reason to stretch our boundaries.
Applejack swore up and down that she wouldn't make me do anything, but I had subjected myself to the vote, I was going to do what I said I was going to do.
For now, we're all helping ourselves to some wet grain, then we'll sleep, and prepare the experiment tomorrow.
I don't know why I did that
I shouldn't've let them convince me
Tears stain a large section of empty space on the page
Applejack didn't come back. We're not even sure if she left. Rarity and I arranged the structure, Pinkie Pie found us piles and piles of loose stone to assemble into the chamber around a side door, that supposedly led out to an enclosed garden open to the sky. We could still lightly hear the sound from inside even with all the stones in place. There was a short conversation we shared, but Applejack steeled herself and gave us a countdown.
All of us heard the door open, then silence for sixty seconds, and on.
I started to cry, I'm not even slightly embarrassed to say. So did the rest of them, when they came to the same conclusions I had. Applejack was gone, and she wasn't coming back. I can only hope she's still alive. We have no idea what going outside does to you, but it apparently makes it so that you cannot return.
I didn't read anymore books today.
Twilight. It's been two more days. Probably.
Applejack still isn't back. None of us have gone back to that stone structure we built. Something is wrong with it. Pinkie told us so, she said that it wasn't perfect, that we had opened the door and now the darkness was inside. It shook us all, and we stayed far away from it. It was secluded in a side hallway with more doors, so I wasn't concerned about whatever Pinkie had terrifyingly explained to us spreading to any of the other rooms.
We have reason to trust Pinkie. Rarity, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash all vehemently supported Pinkie's premonitions with evidence of seeing it constantly work, I was too tired to argue.
I picked through a few more books today. I was able to summon the willpower to do so, instead of resting on the floor with my friends. The sleeping bag circle isn't really a circle anymore, more like just a cluster of blankets we all clamber into to keep warm.
That's another thing.
The temperature has been dropping steadily over the last couple of days, the air has gotten slightly drier and drier as we pulled moisture from it, but Rainbow says the air was already unusually dry when she started the process.
Regardless, I found another book about Luna.
It was more about her history as a General, and depicts her very clearly as, "The Warrior Princess." The battles are unimportant, but it alludes to her duties as a monster hunter several times, and within those allusions are hints of what I'm looking for. Dream magic, nightmares and demons. The book talks about how Luna could draw nightmares onto the minds of enemy armies, and how she protected her own and kept morale high with good dreams.
While normally just a feature of Orniomancy, the important part is this: The book talks about how Luna slayed several of what are called 'Void' monsters, or 'Dream deamons' or 'Outsiders.' The features that these creatures have are vast, but the most important fact I found was the description of their physical effects on ponies. The creatures cause the same sensations as Nothing does when I look outside the window. The verbal description in the book is exact and very clinically identical to the symptoms. Only, they tend to be described as intentionally done by a particular creature.
Once we knew what we were looking for, Fluttershy pulled out a bestiary that she had set aside due to it not meeting our search parameters. It was a list of monsters left over during the Discordian era, a journal penned by a mare named 'Island Song.' All of the creatures therein weren't exactly what we were looking for, but there were several warnings about, "The Void," and "The Realm of Dreams," referred to as, "The Skein" and most of the warnings were 'stay away' or 'do not interact with.'
The creatures that the bestiary described could intentionally afflict ponies with strange pains were almost exclusively from those places. Doing things like making a pony age faster, to driving them insane, or otherwise corrupting or killing them outright through some strange esoteric danger that only they could pose. There was a massive warning about "The Throne" which is generally where the journal ends, albeit, with insane ramblings of the author, having seemingly lost their mind.
To summarize, the most important detail was this: Luna had direct access to the dream realm, and the nightmares, and the void therein. It's entirely possible that when the Elements fired, she cast a spell to draw a nightmare from the dream realms into the real world. Some kind of living nightmare to defend herself. It didn't work, but it's clear whatever she did is still active.
Which means we have a solution. One of the only places in the castle with magic still left in it was the room we used the Elements in. If I can trace the magical signature of the spell she cast and reverse engineer it, I can potentially banish whatever she summoned, and get us out of here.
Me and the girls are huddled in the library right now.
I don't care that they're reading what I'm writing, honestly, I need this, and at least it's something for them to focus on.
Applejack is back
But it isn't Applejack. There's no way that could be Applejack. She's been gone for days, and she wouldn't've come back without help if she got lost for that long. There's no point in rationalizing it, it isn't her. Rarity was scouting down the castle corridors, and she had the bravery to
Rarity doesn't want me to describe what happened because she soiled herself.
She is upset that I wrote that, but we're all past the point of caring. She summoned the bravery to go check on the stone, as she tells it, when she reached forwards to open the door into the corridor, a pony on the other side knocked. She swears it was a hoof, and nothing else, but she ran instantly. We went back to check, I held out hope that it was Applejack, that she'd returned with help, and we'd be saved.
But help wouldn't've stayed behind an unlocked door.
After investigating, I knocked back, and Applejack's voice called through the door.
She promised us things, she begged for us to let her inside. We were all too stunned to respond, to do anything. I was too tired to even cry, until now. It isn't Applejack. Whatever happened to he
If what I read is right, and my theory is anywhere close to correct, whatever is outside took Applejack the second she opened that door. I don't want to describe the things I read in the journal unless my friends look away. Which I don't want. I don't want to have to think about it, I don't want to have to write about it.
I want to go home.
Applejack
I'm so sorry
Twilight writing, it's been another few days.
I don't kno
The girls and I made a string of lanterns all the way to the throne room where we fought Nightmare Moon. All of us are afraid of the dark now. We've boarded up every single window between the library and there. It's been getting harder to do, even when the windows are in my periphery, it feels like the Nothing is trying to claw it's way into my vision, I swear I can see it move, but it's Nothing. Nothing can't move.
It can't not move either. Nothing being anything makes it not Nothing anymore. It can't be still, just as much as it can't move.
But we have a path there, now. We all travel in a group there and back whenever we need to go, or whenever we need to rest. None of us suggested moving the sleeping bags into the throne room. There are too many windows, despite them being covered in cloth and wood. It isn't eno
There is magic left here. I just need time to draft a spell. I know a few scanning spells, the problem is, if I can't get enough information the first try, there's no telling what my magic will disturb. The latent spell craft is delicate, and isn't being propagated by any ambient mana, I haven't even been using levitation nearby, for worry that I might disperse our only clue.
That means that when I scan it, I need it to be fully spectramized, I need a dictation enchantment to write down what I see and hear and feel so I can't forget. That's already seven spells, there's not a full deep scan spell I know about, so I'm going to have to make it from scratch. Fluttershy has picked up some Old Ponish, enough that she can read the dictionary and find more books with 'moon' or 'void' or any of our other search parameters.
If the Elements weren't broken
Fluttershy has been so strong. I don't know how she's doing it. She's been quiet the whole time, of course, barely a squeak, but she hasn't faltered once, or even cried; now that I think about it. She's been my rock. I've been snuggling closer to her more in our sleeping pi
Rainbow and Rarity are holding on. Pinkie has slowly become more somber. She's tried to keep joking, but she knows it's only making us more tired. So she's been giving us hugs, and trying to fashion anything interesting out of wet grains.
Rainbow suggested trying to help Applejack. She did it slowly, intentionally, and avoided the snap responses of all of us with her phrasing. It was suspicious how well thought through what she said was.
She had initially asked me about what I thought I would need to reverse the spell, under the guise of offering whatever help she could. Then, she randomly hinted towards the idea that if we could figure out how to undo Nightmare Moon's spell, then we could undo what was done to Applejack by talking about fighting nightmares and monsters to help ponies. Then, she broached the topic as a whole. She said if there's a chance we can help Applejack, we have to take it.
In the end, we all agreed that there's nothing we could do right now. Something which I didn't think would satisfy Rainbow, but it did. It seemed like that was where she was steering the conversation to begin with, I have no idea why. I just
I just went back to trying to stay focused. That's when the details hit me.
Applejack had been exposed to the Nothing for less than an instant before we lost any sign of her. Why didn't she call out? When she opened the door? She could have spoken to us through the stone the moment she opened the door and saw outside, or whatever she would have seen, but she didn't. Whatever was out there had gotten to her instantly.
Rainbow was exposed for far longer. Except she escaped, supposedly. She ran away, she didn't fly, she ran. She closed the door, but how long was the castle opened to Nothing? We haven't gone back to those hallways, but there wasn't really a reason to do so to begin with.
I
I haven't been willing to touch her while we sleep. I think that makes me a bad friend.
Twilight Sparkle, an undefined amount of time after the Summer Sun Celebration.
My spell was perfect, I had used it on a table a few times to be sure. Every time, a quill expressed the tangential spell form, state of mass, shape, visual interpretation, and outstanding features as I would have seen them onto a sheet of paper. I created a low light glowing enchantment, something roughly the same magical thaumic strength of the spell traces in the throne room and scanned that with the same results.
Except it's a dead end.
It's not even a spell. It's just... lingering traces of the soul of an Alicorn, it didn't disperse, like I had feared. It lingered in place, and swallowed a bit of my mana. I don't really have a good basis to define a soul, much less one of an Alicorn; though it seems that the Elements failed to destroy the entirety of Nightmare Moon, having found something to leave untouched, or there was something within powerful enough to resist the affects of the Elements.
That means that whatever's out there wasn't summoned by Nightmare Moon. That means everything we thought we knew so far is wrong.
But that's okay, that's science. There's plenty avenues of research left.
Fluttershy is helping me stay focused. She's like a regular Spike. Rainbow, Rarity and Pinkie are sprucing up the library. There's not much for them to be doing while I study, and Pinkie can't sit still long enough to learn any Old Ponish.
I've gone through fifty books today, still nothing useful.
Rainbow Dash left while we were sleeping.
She must not have known I was awake.
She just got up and left.
She walked straight to the door, she turned around when she got there and looked back at us.
I don't know if she saw my eyes glinting in the dark. Our oil has been running low, so we've had to conserve the light when we're sleeping. My eyes could have reflected the light, I swear to Celestia she stared right at me when she turned around.
Then she left without a word. She just walked out of the library.
I'm so scared. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what to do. I want to go home. I want my brother. I want Spike.
I'm losing it. I'm scribbling in the pitch black, I can't even see what I'm writing, and now I feel like a puppet, mindlessly writing out how I feel just to get it out of my head. This was supposed to be a research document, is this what going insane is lik
Twilight Sparkle
A lot has happened.
I pulled myself together.
Rainbow Dash came back that night, she didn't say anything. When I pretended to wake up, so did she. Fluttershy woke up when I did, probably because I was practically wrapped around her. Pinkie was up next, Rarity, ironically, slept like a rock.
After I was sure Rainbow Dash wasn't going to say anything about leaving, I confronted her.
I've never been so glad to have done anything so far, throughout this entire debacle.
She tried to play it off at first, said I was starting to see things, but apparently Pinkie knew too. She'd watched Rainbow leave several times over the past few days, and just hadn't said anything.
Rainbow broke down. She told us what she was doing.
She had been visiting Applejack. Going to the door and talking to her, asking her questions, trying to figure out what to do.
Rainbow blamed herself for losing Applejack. She cried about having stood idly by while we did it.
I started to cry too, because of how happy I was she didn't blame me, like I did. I wouldn't've known what to do if she lashed out. I don't know how to reconcile what that means about me, but as this goes on, I need to be more aware of my mental state and my emotions. A strong will is required to resist the dangerous attacks of the creatures depicted in the books I've read, and I need to stay focused for my magic.
Rainbow told us all about what Applejack was saying, making it only clearer that it was something else just using Applejack's voice to try and trick us into opening the door. That in it of itself gave us important information. There was a reason we weren't all dead yet. Whatever was outside couldn't get in here unless we let it in. It's some kind of retrospective magic, walls and doors keep things out, the hastily constructed barrier only kept it out for a little while. That means we have a way to defend ourselves. Rarity has been constructing tighter barricades using her keen eye, and Pinkie has been using the mold in the kitchen to cover our already existing barricades in living sheets of fungus, it's the grossest thing I've ever seen. Seeing Earth Pony magic used like that, but it's way better than the dark.
I apologized to Rainbow for being suspicious of her, we hugged.
She was colder than she should have been.
Twilight Sparkle
We have a new lead.
I found a book about portal magic, and slip teleportation. The book described both as incredibly dangerous, and I haven't even heard of what the book calls 'slipping.' The spell craft doesn't matter, what does matter is what the 'slipping' technique describes.
It's essentially a low cost, risky form of teleportation. You pick a destination, and the book describes that you require a tether, and an magical anchor, then you go down. I don't know why the book describes the spell repeatedly as going 'down' it may just be that I'm a little rustier with my Old Ponish than I think, but regardless, the book briefly describes the sensation of being 'in slipspace'.
And the features match exactly what's going on outside. The book roughly and mostly fails to translate into modern Ponish, but from what little I can glean, slipping used to be used to quickly go from one space to another almost seamlessly. Mostly done to skip between rooms that were right next to each other, allowing for fortifications to completely forgo having entrances and exits. Historically, the spell isn't safe; roughly said in the book, "Everyone one in twelve hundred castings, a pony will go missing."
A lot of things stand out in just that quote alone. Particularly the strange placement of 'everyone' and the wording of the specific, but still vague number of twelve hundred. It may be due to a older, and different base number when it comes to math and counting than our base ten, but equally so, back in the era of Old Ponish, 'pony' was exclusively used when describing our broad species. In Old Ponish, earth ponies, pegasi and unicorns have distinct names, the use of 'pony' here instead of 'unicorn' implies that slipping is a technique that all ponies are capable of, yet, the spell is specifically described with arcane spell form, something only unicorns are capable of.
In the end, the tangent yielded nothing of value, me and Fluttershy a
There's a ink stroke driving off the edge of the page, where the paper is torn as if the writer scraped the quill tip against the paper.
Applejack is screaming.
Applejack's voice is screaming. It's quiet, from this far away. It must be incredibly loud, if we were up close, for us to hear it all the way over here. She just started screaming, and hasn't stopped. Unbroken, it's been going on for minutes now, I think, time is getting foggier there's no
The sun.
Of course, how could I have been so stupid.
It's getting colder because the sun hasn't risen yet. Even if there is something behind the endless black, the sky would still be dark, unless Celestia returned. She must still be trapped somewhere.
That means we're on a timer. I don't know how far out this Nothing spreads, but even if it's just the castle, everypony in Equestria is going to freeze if we don't do something. We're the only ponies that know what happened to Nightmare Moon, we have critical information they need. It won't matter in a month if we escape, even if we're still alive. We don't have nearly that much wet grain left.
Equestria will freeze.
She's still screaming. I only realized just now that it's probably because Rainbow stopped visiting her.
Twilight Sparkle, guesstimating twenty one sleep cycles since the Summer Sun Celebration
Applejack still hasn't stopped screaming. It's been another few days, since she started, probably. We've been sleeping more, as our bodies degrade from the lack of proper nutrients.
Rarity found another bag of food. It's rice, barely any calories from chewing raw rice, but it gives me something to do with my mouth while I read book after book. I don't feel hungry anymore. My body has gone into a spiral of survival, I'll need medical treatment ifwhen we escape.
I found something penned by Starswirl, it's his own personal journal, and it's infuriatingly almost everything we need. His horn writing is atrocious, but I figured out what is outside.
It's not a void monster, it's The Void itself.
His work briefly describes a portal, something tied directly to the moon. It briefly referred to a series of information that allowed me to conclude a series of inferences about our world.
First and foremost, the stars aren't stars. It took me a while to figure out what exactly Starswirl was speaking about, but his frankness is what gave me the answer. Our universe isn't infinite, like some have speculated, it has a dimensional border, near the edge called the Skein. The same place described as 'where ponies go when they dream.' The stars are other universes, shining through the space between reality. Apparently the multiverse theory is correct. I couldn't find any place for excitement or surprise for the discovery though.
The portal he talks about making is too complex for me to understand. He goes on about dimensional folding, and there's math in here with too many variables and too little explanation for me to reverse engineer. He only ever exclusively talks about staying away from the void. Going around it. Theoretically speaking, the space in-between universes is infinite, and impassable. Starswirl's journal doesn't mention anything about how to fight the void, or what's in it. Only complaints about how impossible it is, and advanced magical enchantments to keep it out, things that I'll never be able to cast.
The Void itself isn't even the dangerous part. That's the scary part. Because, with the math I've done in the margins of his journal, if a pony was completely submerged in the void, the best case scenario is that they die instantly as they stop existing. That's not the dangerous part.
The void is filled with creatures on the opposite spectrum of the fabric of existence. All of them function on the impossible plane of Nothing. Some of them are intelligent, some of them are just animals, some are something as simple as diseases, or things that watch.
All of them will kill you. Why couldn't Applejack have just waited f
There's plenty more information in his journal, but nothing that is useful to the current situation. There's all sorts of spells in here, going from the simplest light canceling telekinesis spells to magic that is described to be able to alter the courses of destiny itself. Starswirl seems to have been getting old, because as the journal goes on, his writing becomes more erratic and esoteric. He personifies the laws of physics and magic like they're alive, and coming after him for something. I stopped reading because it made too much sense to m
The only thing I can connect to is the moon. Starswirl mentions how the moon is a requirement for his portal spell to breech the infinite barrier of the void safely, but doesn't extrapolate why, or otherwise explain it's component in the spell. It's unfished, so I can guess he either never wrote it in, or just assumed that anypony reading it would easily understand why the moon was important. It's the only thing connecting to Nightmare Moon, and Luna.
It's our last hope, unless we find someway to fight the void. In the descriptions of battle Luna did with them, normal ponies fell in droves. Only Luna had the strength of will or magic to fight them directly and
Of course.
There's scribbled math all over the next few sections, curling up and around the pages, thaumic math detailing the magical pressure requirements of pony souls, and ambient magic.
Luna is the only reason we're still alive.
When the Elements destroyed her, they left only a sliver of what I can only guess is what made her an Alicorn.
That fleeting magic is keeping the Nothing out.
The void is described to be 'corrosive to reality'. Without Luna, the void would have just deconfined the matter that made up the blocks of stone and swallowed us in an instant. Maybe Nightmare Moon could have fought off the monsters, I'm sorry.
I didn't want them to do that.
I need to sleep. I suggested to the girls that we move into the throne room, but they're worried about the windows. Fungus, wood and repurposed rug is only so thick. I agreed with them, really. Despite what I understood about the magic, the library had protected us so far, and the little nook Pinkie found at the back was small, enclosed, and comfortable to sleep in. It needed one lantern to light, and had a single door to shut over the front when we all slept together.
Rainbow Dash has been far quieter than usual. When I asked her about it she said that she just didn't have anything to say. Rarity has been ignoring me and eating more and more. She's just been working. She accidentally sewed a dress instead of a cloth sheet for another barricade by accident. Fluttershy has stopped talking, she'll only nod now. I don't blame her, hearing my own voice and how hoarse and damaged my body is feels so wrong.
It feels like it's been weeks, and we're all slowly dying. Pinkie Pie is doing the best of us on that, but I honestly can't really tell for certain whether or not she's just putting on a brave face for us.
Twilight Sparkle, twenty five sleep cycles
We won't be getting anymore water
We have plenty of dry rice, but Rainbow can't get anything from the air anymore. She's too tired to do the weather magic required. All we have left is a few days worth of water to ration into weeks between us. My reading has become more frantic. Fluttershy has been working harder and harder, even with reading more, she still stacks up the books faster than I can go through them. I've read through hundreds, she's skimming through thousands.
I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't here. I don't know what I'd do without my friends.
I probably would have just died. Like Appl
Speaking of reading, I should probably get back to it.
Twilight Sparkle, thirty sleep cycles
Fluttershy found a secret chamber. I wasn't sure how, at first, but she led me to a fake book with a lever attached to it within the wall. Inside the chamber was a book made of stone and covered in spikes and strange glyphs. That's what we could see from the bottom of the staircase, behind a barred door made of some kind of vaguely coal like black metal.
I could have unlocked the door with magic, but the room beyond was filled with Dark Magic, and several traps. After using my scanning spell, I could see that the floor was designed to collapse, and the room was supposed to seal itself after the book was moved. A surprisingly Daring Doo style trap.
Rainbow offered, very eagerly, to fly up and grab the book.
I wasn't certain, Dark Magic would only serve to get us deeper into trouble, that's what Dark Magic always did. I knew that.
Though, not everything I knew was as it seemed.
Eventually, as the only voice against the idea, and as none of us were willing to put it to a vote, I relented. We'd only do it if all of us agreed, and I did. Though, we planned first. None of us were willing to repeat our mistakes in any way, so we thought harder about his, far harder.
The first problem was that the room was rigged to collapse. If it did, it may open up the library to the void. So we arranged nets, and surfaces over the shelves and walls. If one of them fell inwards, we'd supposedly have time to get out before the void got inside, like with the stone structure we made for Applejack.
She's still screaming. It's background noise to me now. I've even been able to sleep to it. I don't know how far my mind will stretch before it snaps.
The second thing we did was cover the wall in magic. I prepped a shield and Rarity and Pinkie built up piles and piles of stone ready to collapse over the opening the second Rainbow was through.
I opened the door with magic, and Rainbow flew up and grabbed the book, and then flew down.
There was a rumbling of the traps triggering, and we didn't wait. I lit my shield, despite the energy nearly causing me to black out. Rarity and Pinkie collapsed the stone over top of it, and then spent the next few minutes of rumbling closing up the gaps while Rainbow watched the walls and ceiling for any cracks.
The entire plan went off without a hitch.
Except the book was worthless.
Inspiration manifestation. It used insanity driven emotions to transform magic into solid matter along a spell theorem that only could have been devised by somepony truly insane.
All of my friends wanted to try it anyways. Rarity offered to cast it herself, instead of me, since I was the more important caster of the two of us. That's what she said, not me. I didn't
I put my hoof down. Even if our fraying minds could handle the spell, anything it created wouldn't be edible. We might have been able to construct something useful, like a water purifier, but there wasn't any water to purify. While me and Rarity were arguing, Fluttershy spoke, and brought up an excellent point, since now I had the ability to ignore the sounds of her dying voice, I could focus on that, instead of bawling my eyes out.
We didn't have any water, but we did have books, that, and we were running out of warm air. We could use the spell to create a furnace, and I could use a simple heat spell to light the books aflame. The only problem was the smoke, if we didn't vent it anywhere, we would choke, so Rarity and Pinkie Pie went to cordon off one of the hallways, make it airtight on one side so we could pump the smoke into the room.
Then Rarity cast the spell.
It didn't do anything, at first, until rarity tried to create the furnace and succeeded. Right up against the wall, with a smoke exhaust going exactly where we needed it to. She wavered in place, almost passing out from the magic it cost her, but aside from the sickly green magic slinking its way into her soul, she was fine.
She tried creating food despite my warning. It turned back into magic in her mouth, and she broke.
She just... stopped.
Her eyes went dull, and she sat down and stopped.
Nopony said anything.
Nopony did anything.
After a few minutes, I levitated some books into the furnace and started a fire. Fluttershy moved Rarity over to it, Rarity had to be dragged. Fluttershy laid Rarity on her side in front of the fire where she didn't move or speak, or do any of the quiet humming she'd been doing for weeks that I miss so much now that it's gone.
When we tried to bring her into the nook to sleep, she didn't move.
We didn't sleep without her. We brought out the blankets and pillows she'd made out of carpet and book pages and slept around her, in front of the fire.
I forced myself not to cry. I needed the water.
Pinkie Pie left.
We found a note, in the morning. Whatever constitutes morning.
She was going to take one for the team. She wouldn't drink any more of our water, or eat any more of our dry rice. She wasn't going to go outside, she simply told us not to go into the catacombs, because we wouldn't find her.
She did it for us.
I am getting out of here. For you, Pinkie.
I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE
Applejack stopped screaming an hour ago.
That could only mean a few things. The monsters out in the void have lost interest in us, or they're trying to sneak up on us.
I told Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash that we were moving to the throne room. It didn't matter that we had heat here, we'd die of dehydration before we froze. There were only so many books left, we could make trips to bring them, and we could make a sled out of the table to bring the books. We're here now, in the throne room, with as much as we could carry, our last week of water, and our bag of rice.
and Rarity.
Fluttershy is sorting through the books that we brought, and I'm watching Rainbow Dash check the barricades as I write.
It's not fair that I'm still suspicious of her. Is it strange that she didn't argue to go back to see Applejack like she was after she realized Pinkie would always catch her? Is it a coincidence that after Pinkie was gone, Applejack had stopped screaming? Was I being paranoid? Or was paranoia the right response?
I have no idea, but she's checking the barricades like she's always done. The fungus is going to wither without Pinkie to keep it going, it's not like we can water it, that and we can't eat it either. Plants won't survive without resources as soon as the earth pony magic stops coming.
I don't know if I want the void to take me, or if I want to starve to death. I probably shouldn't be thinking about either.
I promise I'm going to make it out of here for you Pinkie. I swear on everything I am.
Twilight
We're out of water.
But I found it. I found the answer.
We ran out of water yesterday. Which is just what we've been calling 'before we slept last'. Today, Fluttershy found the book with the answers.
It was a classification of immortal creatures by their powers, written by somepony named Dusk Swirl. It was short, and to the point. Princess Luna wasn't the princess of the night, and now the constellations make sense to me. In each of those star charts, before Princess Luna was supposedly born, never once was there a mention of the moon. Yet, Starswirl referred to it constantly in his spell form. The Moon isn't a thing.
The Moon is Luna.
She created it thousands of years ago, it's how she ascended. She brought The Moon, the barrier between the infinite void, and the infinite folded space of our universe out of the Skein and into existence to guard the realm of dreams from the monsters that used to prey on creatures of our world. The Moon isn't just a rock, floating up in space, it's a representation of Luna's power to protect the dream realm.
Her Alicorn nature is described in the book as: "The Alicorn of The Border."
We destroyed it.
We destroyed the border.
The Elements severed Luna's connection to the majority of her power, and the snap back tore The Moon out of the sky. It tore a hole in our universe, and the void came rushing in. The fear and pain she expressed wasn't in being defeated. She knew what was about to happen and desperately tried to stop it. That's why what's left of her is protecting the castle, like a phantasm of magic carrying out the last act its bearer was attempting.
Equestria isn't in danger.
Equestria is gone.
Everything out of range of the last vestiges of Luna's remnants have been swallowed by the void.
We're going to die in here.
I just said that the book didn't have what we needed, and I put it down near the other ones. I won't be telling Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash.
How could I tell somepony something like that.
The page is smeared with blood that won't dry.
I should be dead.
It should be me, instead of Pinkie. I'm evil. We all are. If I can get my friends out of this somehow...
I won't be coming with them. I don't deserve it.
It's been another few days.
Fluttershy noticed that I've given up actually reading the books.
That's when Rainbow Dash suggested Starswirl's portal spell.
SHE. KNOWS.
She wouldn't have suggested going to a new dimension if she thought Equestria was still standing.
HOWDOESSHEKNOWIDIDN'TTELLHER
She was jarringly companionable about it, she offered to help me learn the math.
ITHASHERITHASTOHAVEHASTOHAVEGOTTENHERGOTTENHAS
She looks healthier than she should be. Her breath doesn't fog in the cold when she exhales.
I ran.
I cast my scanning spell on Rainbow Dash. She was dead. Is dead. A corpse.
She killed Fluttershy the second I cast the spell. I only realized what had happened after I was sprayed with blood. There wasn't any sound, just a blur. Then the only one left alive was me. I teleported on instinct. There wasn't anything left of me to be scared, I just did it.
Now I'm here. I blacked out after I teleported. I'm in the reading nook. Dying slowly from exhaustion.
They're all outside. I can hear their voices saying things on the other side of the door.
They can't fool me though. I know what it wants. It wants me to open the gate. That's why it didn't kill us the first chance it had. Whatever got Rainbow is different from whatever got Applejack. It knows what I know, somehow. It knows I can learn how to open the way to other universes. It wants the sky. It wants all of it.
They think offering me food will do it.
Heh, I'm never going to eat anything again. Not after Rarity.
I don't even think I could manage it.
I'm insane enough that I wrote out 'heh' because I don't have the strength to dry chuckle anymore.
I promised Pinkie I was going to make it out of here.
That's what I'm going to do.
They don't want me to. They think that it's a bad idea. They want to talk to me first. Face to face.
Yeah right, except I'm not stupid.
I'm Twilight Sparkle.
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Anon,Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Dark,Thriller,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence
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There is a human in town. His name is Anon, he also brought some friends… their names are also Anon. They have come to save Equestria, or so they say.
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<p>A human arrived in Equestria, his name is Anon, but apparently it’s not the first time he has arrived in Equestria. He had arrived in many different versions of Equestria before in a large, futuristic ship, in search of other humans. Specifically ones that are like him. Other Anons.</p><p>He has recruited many friendly Anons, and saved other versions of Equestria from evil Anons. Why does he do this? Well it’s to save Equestria, of course. Because every Anon will inadvertently destroy the realm they inhabit, this is a nearly unavoidable fate. The only logical way to prevent this is to recruit every Anon they can, and take them from there home realm, never to be seen again in a selfless act of protection. </p><p>But not everything is as it seems, there are secret they are keeping from the ponies. Dangerous secrets that, once they are unearthed, cause death, and destruction in its wake.</p><p>Something's are better off left as secrets. </p><hr/><p> What to expect…<br/>Chapter 1: LOTS of exposition dumps. Slight amounts of blood and violence.</p>
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“Princess Celestia! We came as soon as we could!” Twilight said as she ran up to the Princess with her friends following closely behind her.
“Thank you girls for coming on such short notice.” Celestia said with her eyes still focused on what she suspected was gonna be the next big threat to Equestria’s safety.
Multiple battalions of royal guards stood around this potential threat, ready to defend Equestria at a moment’s notice. The object of interest was a giant metallic structure, that was suspended in midair by unknown means. It was gigantic, slightly bigger then two barns side-by-side to one another.
“Of course. So, what are we looking at exactly?” Twilight said as she joined in spectating what was essentially a floating castle.
“We have no clue.” Celestia answered with a scowl on her face.
“There was a load bang and then It just appeared out of thin air without warning. Now It’s been floating there for about an hour and a half since my message to you girls.”
She let out a stress filled sigh before she continued.
“Hasn’t moved an inch since, and we can’t get close enough to investigate the anomaly further because of some kind of impenetrable magical force field it possesses.”
Twilight let out a unsatisfied grunt from the lack of information about this thing that had arrived so suddenly. She stared at it and began to analyze any detail she could about it, trying to get at much observational information about it as she could. It’s the best she could do when in depth information is currently lacking.
She noticed the massive object was seemingly made out of gray metal, with white glowing lines tracing over its surface. These white lines were traced in seemingly random directions, never making a smooth curve and only moving in right angles. The overall shape of this object was very smooth and rounded, having a large oval shaped base like an egg. Their was two semi-circles that bulged out of both side of the ship, with two cylindrical columns placed on each end of these semi-circle. these four large columns made load whirring noises, presumably this was how this machine was able to be suspended in midair. On the front end of this mass, there was another shape that stuck out, this one being a cone shape, with the bottom of this cone being flat and the opposite side of this cone had a black patch on it that seemed to be made out of glass. In the back of the structure was what seemed to be one big thruster, but it was not running currently. It had three big fins surrounding the thruster, two on each horizontal side of it. One big long fin was fixated on the top the structure and this fin stretched out across the roof of the structure, gradually getting shorter as it got closer to the front of the structure.
Twilight assumed it had to be some kind of spaceship, straight out of one of spikes comic books. The physical appearance of it certainly matched the bill, but what was something like that doing in Equestria? Where did it come from? But more importantly, what did it want?
Just as she began to board that train of thought, the load whirring noise emanating from the thrusters suddenly produced a load and thunderous noise that vibrated the bones within everypony as it began to move closer to the ground for a landing. The guards on the ground around the ships soon-to-be landing site scattered like ants in an attempt to not be crushed by the massive structure. They regrouped and raised their spears for what may happen next as the thrusters came closer to the ground. The closer it got to the ground, the more dirt it began to kick up, making the guards squint as the clouds of dust was blown into their faces. They all had to back away from the structure as the dust, pebbles and small sticks continued to be blasted in their eyes. The load whirring of the thrusters stopped and the ship sunk a little bit as it settled into its landing position, resting upon four large, sturdy legs that sprouted from the underbelly of the ship. A load hiss emanated from the ship as the hydraulic pressure was released from the landing gear, allowing the ship to come to a stable resting position. Everypony stood in silence, standing still, waiting anxiously for what might happen next.
Twilight looked up at her mentor’s face, and Celestia was trying to stay strong but it was very obvious that she was nervous. Twilight couldn’t blame her either, her own anxious nerves were beginning to make her legs shake. She took a deep breath in and let out a long sigh in an attempt to try and calm her nerves.
It didn’t work.
This floating fortress from beyond this world was potentially way bigger than any threat Equestria has ever faced before. The reason Twilight thought this might be something bad was because of the unknown nature of it. Not only that but there could be multiple creatures aboard this vessel, and what could their goals be? Drench the world in eternal night? Steal all of Equestria’s magic? Perform a forceful seizure of Canterlot? That last one seemed plausible, this current situation isn’t too dissimilar to the time Tempest Shadow arrived in Canterlot. Of course the only similarity they share as of right now is the fact that both instances had giant ships that appeared out of seemingly thin air.
“You alright sugar cube?” Applejack said as she placed a hoof on her friends shoulder, pulling her out of her train of thought.
“Yeah I’m… I’m fine.” Twilight said with a nervous sigh.
Don’t forget, we’re here too ya’know.” Applejack said while gesturing to their other four friends. “If this ends up being trouble, we’ll handle it together.” She said with a reassuring smile.
Twilight smiled back at her friend and placed her own hoof on Applejacks shoulder. “Thank you.” Twilight said with a smile.
Suddenly a large section of the ships hull sunk inwards with a load metal clank and a hiss, and two panels separated from each other down the center to reveal a doorway. The seal was so perfect that it was practically impossible to spot this doorway before it revealed itself.
Behind this door was a single, tall, bipedal being standing at center of the doorway. They wore a regal cloak, which was a faded light blue color that almost made it look gray, and it also had the same design that the flag of Equestria had on it, although it was very difficult to make it out considering how faded it was. The creature also had a white fuzzy collar that looked dirty and stained. The rest of their outfit was mostly gray with jagged white lines, just like the ship. It was also padded with thick armor, with various scratches and dents, presumably from past battles they were involved in. But it was not metal, it looked more flexible and lightweight, almost like hard plastic. But despite this, it was styled as if it was traditional metal armor, with a thick chest and armor plating over every inch of the creatures body. They also wore black hard knuckle gloves and black steel toed boots. Two black boxy weapon were strapped underneath each of their arms, which twilight recognized as pistols from her time in the human world with sunset shimmer. Plenty of other sharp weapons were attached to his armor as well, including two ka-bar knives on his hips kept inside sheath with a button strap around the hilt to keep it secured. On the left leg there was a small push knife on his knee, and on his right leg was an ankle knife.
The more twilight looked at him, the more she thought it was a human. But he couldn’t be from the same place Sunset now calls home, for numerous reasons but the most obvious one was that his face was… odd.
His eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils were all easily identifiable and visible but the rest of his face and even his hair was fuzzy, almost as if it was out of focus. It was impossible to make out any specific facial features other than a general face shape, so Twilight presumed he was male. She was mainly using details that lied below the neck to come to that conclusion, considering it was hard to tell with the curious nature of his face. One other strange things was the reason only the nostrils were clearly visible was because even the shape of the nose was a mystery. But it wasn’t like there was no facial details though, Twilight could make out his emotions still. It was as if he lacked facial features, and his face was struggling to choose definitive facial details. Like a changeling being caught mid-transformation, attempting to resemble multiple faces at the same time, but also no faces at all.
This mysterious creature stepped out confidently, even though there wasn’t anything beneath his feet to walk on. But right as Twilight thought he was about to clumsily fall out of the ship, his foot actually did contact something. A small area around his feet emanated a bright neon blue glow as he continued to walk down a transparent ramp. The creature looked up and around him at the land he found himself in. He took a deep breath in before exhaling with a smile as he continued to stride down the walkway until he reached the ground.
“Greeting everypony!” He exclaimed with his arms outstretched. “My name is Anon, and I come in peace.” He said with a bow.
“So is this guy an alien or something?” Rainbow Dash whispered to Twilight.
“I don’t think so.” She whispered back.
“Well, if the next words out of his mouth are ‘take me to your leader,’ then he’s an extraterrestrial.” Rainbow said half joking.
“Well if he’s an alien, then we might want to make a good first impression!” Pinkie pie said as she began to hop over to the mysterious creature.
Twilight attempted to protest to Pinkie about getting any closer, but she was practically already over there before Twilight could even udder a single word. The rest of her friends followed closely behind Pinkie as she eagerly bounced toward the creature.
“Hi! My name’s Pinkie pie! Are you an alien? My friend Rainbow dash thinks you are. Don’t worry though, we can still be friends if you are one!” The words were practically being spat out as pinkie jumped in place in front of the creature.
“No I am not an alien,” Anon chuckled. “I am what’s called a human.”
“A human, huh?” Applejack said with a raised eyebrow. “Then if ya ain’t an alien, what’s with that space ship ya came in?”
“It’s, not really a space ship,” Anon began. “It has never traveled Beyond the stars. It’s only ever traveled to and from alternate versions of Equestria.”
“Wait-wait-wait-what!” Twilight said with a hint of dorkish excitement. “Alternate realities? You mean like, the multiverse?!” She said with increasing excitement.
“Kind of, but it’s a bit different.” Anon explained. “I call them realms. the multiverse has infinite possibilities, with some universes looking indistinguishable from one another, only having one slight difference from each other. Realms are different. Realms are almost always distinct from one another, sometimes down to the biological level.”
“That’s amazing!” Twilight said completely geeking out now. “How many versions of Equestria have you seen?”
“hundreds,” Anon said with a smile. “But I don’t do it because I’m looking for the perfect vacation spot. I’m called to a higher purpose. Saving people like me, and ponies like you, from a horrific demise.”
“Demise?” Twilight said, her excitement being replaced with worry. “People like you?” She then said inquisitively.
“Yeah, the people like me are aboard this ship. But they’re not like regular humans. We are Anons. We are all the same person on a biological level, but we still have our individuality, our unique personality’s, and each one of us harold from a different realm.”
“what? Okay wait, you're going to have to take this from the top.” Rainbow Dash said. “Also could you explain it to us like we’re fillies, cause I got lost halfway through that.”
Anon laughed at Rainbow Dash’s interjection. “Perhaps it would be easier to have someone else explain it.” He then turned back to the ship and whistled.
Two other humans then walked out of the ship and began walking down the holographic light bridge. They looked very similar to Anon, the same blurred facial features and hair were shared amongst all three of their faces. But that’s where the similarities ended, they wore radically different clothing and even walked completely differently from one another. True to Anon’s word, they definitely seemed to belong to different realms.
The human on the right seemed to have had half his body replaced with mechanical upgrades. His right arm was made of what seemed to be a type of metal and between the grooves of his arm there was a dim blue glow emanating from within, possibly from a magical energy source. His right eye was also replaced with a mechanical substitute, with a dim blue glow in it as well, but the eye was a bit bulky and stuck out from the eye socket significantly. Wires and many other pieces of tech connected the eye replacement to a motherboard embedded in his skull. He also had glowing blue geometric tattoos all across his skin, presumably being more technological enhancements hidden just underneath the skin. He wore a dark gray jacket but the sleeve that would have covered his robotic arm was cut off, he also wore black tech-wear cargo pants and boots that a had a gem that glowed the same color as the magical bridge beneath his feet. Curiously this man was the only human wearing shoes that seemed to allow him to walk across this bridge, the other humans seem to be capable of these action naturally.
The human on the left was seemingly much older than the other two anons, his blurry hair being grayer than the other. He had deep and gruesome scars across his face next to his left eye; curiously enough the scars themselves were not blurry, only the flesh around them were. A sizable hypertrophic scar had formed around the outer corner of his eye and cheek bone, causing the skin to have a red discoloration. The injured eye had a gray and foggy color to it, indicating that he was blind in that one eye now. Four extremely deep scars streaked across his face, the first scar stretching upwards causing a patch of his hair to be missing along the scars path, it also warped his eyelid so it no longer closed properly. The second scar passed by his ear while the third passed over it, warping the ears shape. The fourth scar stretched across his cheek but then turned to connect with the left corner of his mouth. His wardrobe consisted of a gray military general uniform, with the same white line as Anons armor, although his were much smoother compared to Anons jagged white lines. He also donned a gray cap that had a gold chain that passed over his chest, securing it on his shoulder.
The ponies were immediately intrigued by these two humans, their presence inspiring so many questions about where they came from.
“Mind introducing yourselves.” Anon said to the other humans.
The half robotic human spoke up first.
“My name is Anon, and so is his.” He said pointing a thumb over to the scarred veteran. “We’re all named Anon. So to help with the inevitable confusion that comes with multiple people having the same exact name, we go by nicknames. I’m punk, he’s Scar, duh, and you’ve already met Founder.”
Shock and confusion struck the six ponies, before Twilight spoke first. “So… you’re all apart of some kind of subspecies of human? Is that it?”
“There’s a bit more to it, but that a pretty good way to think about it.” Punk said.
“what’s with all your faces being blurry, though?” Twilight asked. “Cause, that’s the most unnatural thing about you guys.”
“Honestly we have no idea.” Punk answered. “We just get blurry when we’re around other Anons.”
“Weird.” Twilight said.
“Tell me about it.” Punk scoffed.
“Okay, next question.” Twilight said. “Nothing like you exists in Equestria, so it leads me to believe you don’t belong in here. So how did you get here without a ship of your own?”
“We all have the same general backstory.” Punk began. “We were mysteriously transported from our home dimension to this one, finding ourselves to be the only humans and all of Equestria. A majority of us don’t know why we arrived here, it just kinda happened.”
“But we aren’t like other humans that end up in Equestria,” Scar said as he crossed his arms. “For some reason, all Anons are put into a realm for a specific purpose. What that purpose is varies from realm to realm, but the most common reason for an Anons presence in Equestria, is to have a relationship with somepony. Once that purpose is fulfilled. The realm destroys itself.”
“What?” Twilight said in disbelief.
“How do know this?” Rainbow dash said with a skeptical glance.
“Yeah,” Twilight said, slowly sharing the same skepticism. “How do you know that?”
Scar glared at the two skeptics. “Because it happened to me, and Founder’s home realms.” He said through gritted teeth.
“I had to learn that the hard way.” Founder said with a sorrow in his tone as he remembered what happened to his world. “Luckily we got to Scar before the realm got destroyed with him in it… but I didn’t have a guardian angel to come save me. My world crumbled to dust and blew away beneath my feet, leaving me stranded in a void of infinite nothingness. I looked around me, at other realms decaying and I saw the patterns that lead to these realms inevitably destruction…” he took in a deep sigh before continuing.
“from that point onwards, I vowed I would save Anons from themselves, and that’s why this very crew was formed. To save the realms, and to save us Anons.”
“So where did this here ship come from them?” Applejack asked.
“After what felt like years, I eventually fell into a new realm. The ponies in that realm were technologically advanced, and also sympathized with my plight. They upgraded a space ship, and gave it to me as a gift so I could accomplish my goals.” The Founder explained.
“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I-I can’t imagine the terror you must’ve experienced.” Twilight said sympathetically.
“It’s a fate I wish for no other Anon.” Founder said.
“So Anon, err Founder, are you here because you intend on saving or realm’s Anon?” Twilight asked.
“We hope to,” Scar said. “Analysis of this realm indicates that your Anon will arrive shortly. We mean to learn his intentions, and we will act appropriately.”
“Act appropriately?” Rainbow Dash said with a cocked eyebrow.
“I don’t think we mentioned the numerous evil Anons we’ve had to deal with.” Punk said leaning over to Scar.
Scar grumbled, giving a glare back at punk. He then turned back to the ponies. “Not every Anon is destined for a path of righteousness. Often, they have evil intentions. Sometimes we get to a realm before they’re able to do anything. Other times… we’re too late, and we must fight.” Scar said before emphasizing his extremely visible scars.
“And we don’t always make it out unscathed.”
“We’ve had to… kill a lot of Anons.” Punk began. “None of us are proud of what we’ve had to do. But, when an Anon corrupts the minds of nearly everypony in that realm, cutting the head off and watching the body die is the only logical course of action at that point.”
“Well, hopefully it doesn’t have to come to that.” Rarity said, trying to lighten the mood. “When is our Anon scheduled to arrive, anyway?”
Founder looked back at the other two Anons to see if they had the answers Rarity wanted. Scar shook his head and Punk shrugged exaggeratedly, both unsure of the answer to that question. Founder pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“goddammit, we don’t know. We’d have to back to the ship to figure that out, because apparently a guy who’s brain is half a computer can’t figure it out.” Founder said glaring at Punk.
“You won’t allow me to hook up to ships mainframe.” Punk said defensively.
“Yeah, because I don’t want you connecting to the security cameras and watching us while we take a shit.” Founder said with his hands on his hips. His language causing Rainbow dash and Pinkie Pie to snicker.
“We’ll be right back.”
“Can we come with?” Twilight asked enthusiastically.
“NO!” Scar snarled. The sudden anger made Twilight and the other ponies flinch.
Founder raised his hand to stop him from yelling any further. He then turned back to Twilight and her friends. “You may, but no wondering around, or touching anything that looks important unless I say it is okay to do so, got it?”
“Got it!” Twilight said with a nod. “Just got to go tell Celestia to stand down real quick.”
“Alright,” Founder said with bit of a grimace, before quickly transitioning to a smile. “We’ll be waiting right here.”
Twilight ran off backwards past her friends and then took off in flight towards the princess enthusiastically. Founder then leaned over to punk and whispered something to him that the other ponies couldn’t hear.
“lock up the east wing.”
Punk nodded then took off into the ship, and once he disappeared into the ship a load booming voice was heard echoing throughout the field.
”ROYAL GUARDS! STAND DOWN!”
Celestia’s royal Canterlot voice rang out across the flat, empty field. The guard followed their orders and lowered their spears and stood at attention, waiting for their next command.
Twilight then flew back to the Anons, coming in for a touch down in front of her friends. “Alright, we’re good.” She said with pant. “I’m going to ask you a lot more questions, if that’s okay with you.”
“Most Twilight’s do.” Founder said with a hand wave to get the ponies to follow him onto the ship.
Him and Scar then slammed both of their boots twice on the invisible ramp, as soon as second impact happened, the whole light bridge was revealed. Twilight hesitantly stretched her hoof out to touch the ramp. When her hoof hit a solid foundation she confidently trotted on it, catching up to the humans to continue talking with them, her friend closely following behind.
“Okay, first things first.” Twilight said. “Can you elaborate on how Anons are unique, but also the same person?”
“It’s a bit complicated,” Founder said. “Anons can vary in personality, morals, way of speaking, clothing we wear, sexual orientation, etcetera, etcetera.”
“Biologically, it’s a different story.” Scar added.
“Yeah but even then it’s still complicated.” Founder said. “every strand of our DNA is nearly identical to any other Anons DNA. But strangely enough each DNA sample has a few tiny Details that actually differentiated it from other DNA strands. We presume that dictates the different personalities we have, amongst other things.”
“Very interesting.” Twilight said more to herself than to the humans. “And do you all have nicknames, or just the important Anons?”
“Usually it’s only the Anons of higher ranking yes, but there is a few exceptions.” Founder answered. “People like Scar here, were given an official nickname so other Anons know he’s someone you should listen to. Others are given unofficial nicknames because of something they did or said that has become apart of their reputation, like Scales, Trix, Chaser, Spice, and a few others.”
“How do you tell everypony apart?” Twilight said.
“Well, faces as you know are an unreliable way of telling each other apart,” Founder explained. “everything below the neck is a distinguishing feature for Anons. So we don’t issue a uniform, only a wristband to signify they’re on our crew. The rest of there wardrobe are the clothes they were wearing when we found them.”
“Fascinating.” Twilight said, but before she could ask anymore questions, Founder raised his hand.
“I’m afraid your questioning will have to be paused for the moment. Me and Scar have to depart to the command deck, an area which I do not permit you access to.” he then pointed down the hallway. “Down there you will find the food court, it’s where most Anons find themselves at most hours of the day. They might be able to answer anymore questions you might have.”
“Oh, okay! See you soon!” Twilight said beaming with excitement as she trotted down the hall with her friends.
Twilight excitedly pushed past her friends to arrive at the food court as quickly as possible,
her friend following behind her as she continued to trot down the hall, until they quit literally bumped into a random Anon. Her muzzle smacked into his pelvis, causing this Anon to grunt in shock and discomfort from the sudden sensation of the princess of friendship running right into him like a dog with a major case of the zoomies.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Twilight said frantically.
“No worries, it didn’t hurt that bad anyway.” Anon said.
He then got a look at his assailant and wore a skeptical look when he noticed it was Twilight and her friends.
“Uhh, who allowed you onto the ship though?” The Anon said with confusion.
“The Founder did, darling.” Rarity said.
“Oh, okay then.” Anon said, shedding any sense of worry he had about the ponies presence. “Were you heading somewhere?”
“The food court, I want to talk to more of you Anon’s.” Twilight said, trying to contain her excitement.
“That would be down this hall,” he said while pointing down a corridor. “It’ll be your third left, then your second right, then you’ll be there. Cant miss it.”
Twilight mumbled the direction back to herself before giving an ecstatic “Thank you!” To the helpful Anon before making a brake for it.
“Twilight! Wait up!” Rainbow dash said as she, and the rest off her friends, tried to catch up to her friend. Rainbow was running along side her friend, seemingly unable to fly for some odd reason.
“Sorry girls, I’m just so exited to learn everything I can about these humans!” Twilight said.
“We can tell,” Applejack said. “But we gotta stick together ya’know. It seems very easy to get lost up in here, and that Founder feller said he didn’t want us wondering off.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Twilight said before slowing down and taking a deep breath.
“You think he’s hiding something?” Rainbow Dash asked the other girls.
“Oh most certainly,” Rarity exclaimed. “Especially that Scar fellow.”
“Yeah, I don’t trust that rude asshole as far as a can throw’em.” Applejack concurred.
“Come on girls,” Twilight protested. “Stop speculating on the integrity of the creature that are allowing us on their ship.”
“But Twilight,” Rainbow Dash interjected. “What if it’s something that could possibly be a threat to Equestria.”
Twilight thought about her answer for a bit before she spoke. “If they were here to harm us, they would not have introduced themselves, they would’ve just attacked us.”
“I’m still gonna have my suspicions about these guys.” Rainbow said with a scowl. “Especially with Scar.”
“He even sounds evil!” Pinkie interjected.
“Right!” Rainbow exclaimed. “Like, who is named ‘Scar’ and not evil.”
Twilight rolled her eyes. “If he poses any kind of threat, we’ll inform the Founder and have him deal with it,” Twilight said before giving a stern glare back at Rainbow. “We are NOT getting wrapped up and involving ourselves in any kind of drama with these humans.”
“Okay, okay. I got it.” Rainbow said with her hoofs up in defense.
They then rounded the last corner and came across a wide open room, with lots of long rectangular tables with a ton of Anons seated at them, either eating or just simply talking amongst each other. There were so many personalities present simply from the way each Anon was dressed. One Anon wore a jean jacket and had a chain on the belt loop of his jeans. He was talking and laughing with an Anon that had glasses and a T-shirt that had what looked like human superhero’s, similar to Spike’s ‘power ponies’ comics. There was an Anon that looked like he had seemingly come from some kind of post apocalyptic realm, and there was even a few female Anon’s. Every Anon was strikingly different from each other, and there was so many that Twilight could View them from a distance forever, she didn’t know who to talk to first.
Before she could introduce herself though, the Anon in the Jean jacket pointed at her and made an announcement.
“Hey! It’s the elements of harmony!” He yelled out, causing the other Anons to cheer at their arrival, causing a variety of reactions from the ponies.
Twilight waved with an awkward smile and a small blush. Applejack smirked and tipped her hat towards the crowd. Rainbow Dash smugly grinned as she outstretched her hoofs with a cocky yeah, it’s me attitude. Pinkie Pie enthusiastically, and exaggeratedly waved her hoof and then blew a few kisses out with both her hoofs. Rarity would simply swoosh her mane to the side before giving small wave. Fluttershy would hide behind her mane and sheepishly wave with a blush and a smile.
Some of the other stoic looking Anons that seemed to be acting as guards talked into the wristband they had on that Founder mentioned earlier. They were likely confirming that the ponies were allowed on the ship like the earlier Anon did. Once they got the confirmation their demeanors seemed to lighten up, except for one.
He was a tall man with a long black leather trench coat, with almost too many buttons, zippers and chains attached to it. He had a popped collar that had way too many unbuttoned, button straps on it as well. He also had a belt buckle strapped across his chest, and two additional buckle straps across each of his wrists. Each belt buckle had a square shape and was designed to look like a chain, and each button had a ram skull design embedded onto it. The back of his coat had a red Japanese symbol on it, and he was armed with a katana. He had black leather pants with big black boots that had a comical large amount of chains attached to it as well, with small metal bits on the tow and heels of the boot. They didn’t look like steel toed boots though, the metal on it seemed to be purely decorative. His blurry hair was the most unique out of all Anons, it was jet black and covered part of his face only allowing one eye to be fully revealed. This eye also glowed a bright, crimson red, and he used this eyes to stare at the ponies with a scowl for some unknown reason.
“Hey, come sit with us!” One Anon yell to Twilight. “I love talking to the different versions of you!”
“Oh, well… thank you.” She blushed.
“I’m assuming you got questions.” The Anon asked rhetorically.
“I’ve got quite a lot of questions, yeah.” Twilight said, sitting across from the human now.
The other members of the elements of harmony would also dispersed amongst the crowd, talking and mingling with the other Anons.
“and how was your Equestria?” Twilight asked an Anon that had a slight Irish accent with an outfit to match.
“Bleak.” He answered. “Not a very nice place, at least not in the area of Manehattan I lived in.”
“I’m sorry,” Twilight said with a hoof outstretched towards him on the table in a sympathetic gesture. “So, why did this crew pick you up?”
“They told me that if I continued down the path I was headed, I’d find love with somepony. At first I didn’t think that was such a bad thing, all things considered. But then they told me that the realm would crumble if that happened, so I decided it was probably for the best that I just disappeared.”
Twilight eyebrows furrowed in sadness, then leaned over to another Anon. “What about you? Why’d this crew pick you up.”
“I was dating my realms version of Applejack.” the Anon wearing a southern looking, blue button up with oil Stained jeans and withered boots.
“It hurt me to leave her behind. But I also couldn’t bear being the reason her and that realm would die if we… ya’know.” He said, pitching the bridge of his nose to try and stop the tears from flowing.
“So they took me in, and I try not to look back too often… Hurts too much to think about.” He said as he took a swig of alcohol in an attempt to numb the pain.
“That’s terrible.” Twilight said, her heart aching for all the Anon's stories. “I wish there was away for us to help.”
“Trust us Twilight,” the Irish Anon spoke again. “If we could solve this problem in anyway, we wouldn’t be here right now.”
Suddenly Punk appeared and interjected himself into the conversation. “The best we can do is save these Anons, and rid other realms from evil Anons when we come across them.”
“Unless they sneak onto the ship.” Irish Anon said.
“You talkin bout that freaky mofo on the east wing.” Southern Anon asked.
“Who else.” Irish said with a tone as if it was obvious.
Twilight look at the Anons confused. “What’s, on the east wing?”
“Goddammit you two.” Punk said in annoyance. “How about we don’t talk about that shit in front of non-Anons.” He said angrily.
“Sorry, Christ all mighty.”
“Sorry, good lord.”
Irish and southern Anon said in announce, seemingly been told this multiple times before.
“Why? What over there.” Twilight prodded.
“You don’t wanna see it.” He warned before sitting down, the Anons around him being significantly less chatty now.
“Okay,” Twilight said awkwardly. “Well anyways, since you’re here now. What kind of equestria did you come from?” She said changing the subject.
“Well I came from a realm that was significantly different from most other realms.” Punk began. “For example the ponies were more, human like. They still had hoofs and pony heads but from the knees up until there necks, they were indistinguishable from humans.”
“Really?” Twilight asked. “That odd.”
“I thought it was normal until I saw most other Equestria’s resident were ponies like you.” Punk said with a small chuckle.
“On top of my Equestria being filled with anthropomorphic ponies, the aesthetic was also very different.” Punk then rested his elbows on the table as he continued to speak.
“To give a basic rundown of what my realm looked like, my nickname is a play on my Equestria’s aesthetic. Punk comes from cyberpunk.”
“Oh, fascinating.” Twilight said with intrigue. “Did the crew come for you for the same reason it did the rest of these Anons?”
“Yeah,” Punk said with a sad expression. “When they arrived at my realm, they told me everything that would happen if I continued to pursue a relationship with the pony I was eyeing to be my special somepony. I thought they were lying, trying to kill me or something.”
“Why?” Twilight said with a bit of laugh.
“That’s a bit of a long story, I can tell you that at another time.” Punk said.
“Alright then.” Twilight said. “Please, continue.”
“Well like I said, I thought they wanted to kill me, so I ran. Founder, Scar, Edge and a few others Anons chased me through my cyberpunk dystopian Canterlot, and I almost lost them too. But eventually Founder got in front of me, and ended the chase. After some convincing, I agreed to tag along with him and his crew. But Founder doesn’t trust me with access to most of the ships utilities considering my arm is capable of easily hacking into the most electrical systems.” Punk said as he flexed the joint of his robotic arm.
“My anti-establishment lifestyle before becoming apart of this crew also didn’t help much.” He said with a laugh.
“I’m guessing that why you’re the only Anon that needs special boots to walk on that ramp outside.” Twilight said.
“Yep,” Punk said. “I’m also the only Anon that doesn’t have a wristband. It’s a communication device, and they think I can reverse engineer it or some shit.”
“Can you?” Twilight asked innocently.
“If I tinker with it long enough I could probably do something with it.” He said with a laugh.
Twilight laughed along before her mood shifted to a more negative one. “So they restrict you from most of the essentials on the ship because of the possibility you might tamper with the equipment?”
“I understand where your minds at, but it’s fine Twi. I understand the concerns they have and I’m contempt with the restrictions.” Punk said.
“Okay then,” she said, unconvinced. “well moving on to your arm, I’ve never seen anything like it before, what’s it made out of? How does it work?” She asked inquisitively.
“If I start explaining how it works in detail, we’ll be here all day. But what I will say is it’s powered by magic, it’s a self-sustaining power source so I never have to worry about loosing charge.” He then stretched his arm out so Twilight could get a up close look at it as he spoke.
“The material itself is a material called polycarbonate plastic, it’s about as strong as steel but light as, well, plastic.” He then pointed at his head.
“This is a different material called 2DPA-1, twice as strong as steel, lightweight, and air tight to protect all the vital electronics that it houses.”
“Incredible.” Twilight said with a smile. “Is that it? Cause it looks like you have more things under the skin.”
“Yeah, it’s a variety of performance enhancers. like adrenaline boosts, pain inhibitors, reinforced muscles, upgraded stamina. It’s a bunch of shit I got over the course of ten years that basically made me super human.”
“Very interesting,” Twilight said as she studied the tattoos on his skin. “Maybe we could do some tests to show off your abilities.” She said excitedly.
“I could use the exercise.” He joked.
“And one last question,” Twilight said. “Earlier you mentioned Founder, and Scar chased you. Obviously I'm acquainted with them, but who was Edge?”
“That’s the nickname for that Anon right there.” Punk said as he pointed toward the Anon in the gothic trench coat brooding in the corner.
He had been eyeing her up the entire time, and he took being pointed at as an indication to walk over to them. Judging by Punk’s exasperated and annoyed sigh, he didn’t intend on have him come over.
“Why are you roping me into this pathetic conversation.” He said to Punk with venom in his voice.
Twilight scowled in disgust at the immediate angry tone this Anon possessed just because he was simply pointed at. She already didn’t like this guy.
“She ask me were I came from, you’re unfortunately apart of that story.” Punk said matter-of-factly.
“You better be recalling that day correctly.” He said threateningly, but Punk didn’t seem to be fazed by his tone.
“Yeah, I was just getting to the part of the story where you pulled out that dinky little katana and tried to cut me open with it.” Punk said.
“Ahh yes. The only reason you were spared that day was because I was told to keep you alive, I would have easily killed you and bathed in your blood otherwise.” Edge said egotistically.
“Yeah, no,” Punk said with an eye roll. “That’s not what happened, like, at all.” Edge glared at Punk as he continued to speak.
“When you pulled that katana out on me, I pulled out my own sword that is vastly superior to yours, and nearly chopped your fucking head off.”
Edge fake laughed at the statement Punk said. “You honestly think you could have bested me?” He then laughed again in an obviously fake and exaggerated manner.
The way he laughed for some reason really got under Twilights skin. It was so condescending and irritating, like he thought he was better than everypony else. The other Anons were now turning around and listening in on the scene Edge was causing. Twilight’s friend were also included in the eavesdropping, each of them having an Anon whisper to them. Presumably, they were telling each of her friends who the Anons involved are, and how much of an asshole this Edge guy is. Some Anons tried yelling out to the Anons involved to knock it off, but Edge simply ignored them.
“Yeah, I do.” Punk said staring daggers into the Edge’s eyes. “I could kill right now if I wanted to.”
“You are an idiotic ape if you think you could best me in combat.” Edge said.
“Anybody here could beat you if they tried. But Founder’s number one rule is ‘no killing on the ship.’” As Punk rose from his seat so did the anger in his voice.
“So this whole scene you’re causing right now is nothing but fucking talk!” Punk yelled as he got up from his seat.
“Sit your pathetic ass back down!” Edge yelled as he pointed at Punk like a dog.
“FUCK YOU!” Punk spat out.
“HEY!” A third booming voice rang out, silencing everyone. It was Founder, and he looked pissed off as he march towards Edge and Punk and continued to yell at the two Anons.
“The fuck is your problem!” He said addressing the both of them.
“That jackass is starting shit again.” Punk said pointing at Edge who stood there with his arms crossed.
“Edge,” Fonder said with a glare. “I’ve gotten repeated complaints about you. You have caused nothing but trouble between you and the other Anons. I understand you prefer being a loner, but if you don’t knock this shit off I’m going to have to do something about it.”
“Apologies, Founder.” Edge said with a hand over his heart and taking a bow. Causing Punk to rolled his eyes.
Founder grumbled. “Anyway I have a mission for you. A simple one, just grab the Anon of this realm.”
“Understood.” Edge said.
“You will be accompanied by green squad. I need him back here for studies though, he has a weird frequency. We need to make sure it’s harmless before we take any kind of actions against him. So don’t kill him.”
“Understood.” Edge said again.
“C-can we come with?” Twilight asked timidly.
Founder thought for a moment before answering. “I’ll allow it.” He answered, causing Edge to grow a look of disgust towards Twilight.
Founder then talked into his wristband. “Scar, rally some of green squads members for a simple extraction led by Edge. Twilight is tagging along as well.”
He then walked out of the dining hall, but the room stayed silent. Many Anons finding it hard to talk about anything else after what just happened.
“Why do you want to follow me around like a pet.” Edge said condescendingly towards Twilight.
“Wha-? I just want to meet our realms Anon before you take him away.” Twilight answered nicely.
“I don’t need your help, Sparkle.” Edge said leaning over Twilight. Her ears bent back and laid flat against her skull. Punk was about to jump back into the fight to defend Twilight, but Rainbow dash beat him to it, placing herself in between Edge and her friend.
“Back off, dickwad.” Rainbow dash said while flying above Edge’s head.
Edge scoffed at Rainbow. “Not worth my breath anyway.” He then turn his back on them, and walked out of the dining hall.
“Fucking asshole.” Rainbow snarled.
“Sorry about him.” Punk said. “He thinks he’s hot shit. They only keep him around because he’s fiercely loyal, and Founder values loyalty.”
“That almost makes me wanna denounce my element.” Rainbow joked, causing Anons within earshot to laugh a bit, causing the atmosphere to lighten up significantly.
“I’m surprised that you want to continue being within his vicinity, Twilight.” Punk said as he sat back down.
“Trust me, I’m not too thrilled about it.” Twilight laughed. “I’m just going to try and ignore him because like I said, I’m only there to meet our realms Anon before you recruit him… it’s a shame he can’t stay.” She said that last part with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“What’s up?” Rainbow dash said as she sat next to twilight.
“All these Anons came from an equestria that had somepony there that loved them.” Twilight said looking down at her hoofs. “It’s just so sad that they had to sacrifice a life with the one pony they loved just to insure the survival of that realm.”
“It wasn’t an easy decision to make.” Punk interjected. “The last thing I wanted to do was leave my realm behind.”
“Then what convinced you to leave?” Twilight asked.
“Simple. If I stayed, the realm would die.” Punk said. “When Founder told me what happened to his realm, i decided leaving was the best option. I didn’t want the lives of everypony I cared about to end in the blink of an eye just because I loved somepony to much. None of us did.”
Twilight looked down at her hoof sadly before speaking again. “I wish there was a way to prevent that from happening. You Anons deserve to live a peaceful life with the pony you love.”
Punk scoffed. “Wouldn’t call my dystopian home realm ‘peaceful.’”
“Well, you know what I mean.” Twilight said quickly.
“Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.” Punk said with a slight smile. “It’s a nice sentiment, thank you.”
“Yeah. No problem.” Twilight smiled back at Punk.
“Elements of harmony!” A voice called out. “You wanted to tag an along on our mission, so come on. We’ll be departing shortly.”
The Anon that said this looked way different than the blurry Anons scattered around the room. He wore a black three piece suit with a white dress shirt and a red tie. But for some reason his skin wasn’t blurry, it was bright green, with a black question mark right in the center of his face. He had no eyes, yet seemed to see just fine and his mouth was placed where the dot of the question mark would be. He was bald, with smoothed out facial features similar to a mannequin but with a sharp and prominent jawline. The top curve of the question mark would bend with his eyebrows so he could still convey some kind of emotion. His strange appearance caught the elements of harmony off guard, mostly because of the fact it looked like a walking green mannequin. Twilight assumed him to be a member of that green squad Founder mentioned. Kind of a no brainer.
Pinkie pie, clearly being the least freaked out about the green Anon, eagerly bounced over to the strange human, calling out to her other friends to come along with her. They eventually got up and said there goodbyes to the Anon they were speaking with and followed Pinkie as she bounced behind the green Anon. As they walked down the hall, Twilight noticed that Rarity and applejack were whispering to each other. She then began to fall back so could join in on the conversation.
“He was just an asshole, nothing more to it.” Applejack said, Twilight only catching the last half of her statement.
“Talking about Edge?” Twilight asked.
“Yes.” Rarity with a scowl at the mere mention of his name. “What even caused him to start that?”
“Punk pointing at him.” Twilight whispered.
“That’s it?” Rarity whispered back in bewilderment.
“Ohh, he was itching to start shit then.” Applejack concluded. “Not looking forward to hanging out with him more.”
“You don’t have to come along, I can do this alone.” Twilight said.
“Alone? With that bastard? Hell na Twi, we’re coming with ya.” Applejack said.
Twilight smiled at Applejack. “Thank you, that means a lot.”
“Anyways,” Rarity said, butting back into the conversation. “What did you learn about the Anons? I’m quite curious myself about these creatures.”
“Well first thing I learned is how Founder got this ship.” Twilight said. “Apparently this ship was apart of a fleet of interstellar vessels. Piloted by ponies, although they were less nice. Apparently Celestia was some kind of galactic warlord in that realm, But they did show kindness to Founder strangely.”
“How did they achieve realm travel, though?” Rarity asked.
“Well, apparently before Founder arrived in that realm,” Twilight began to explain. “When he was falling in that vast emptiness between realms, his blood somehow was infused with some kind of power. Those ponies used advanced technology to siphon the power from his bloodstream, and the hyperdrive in the back of the ship, which was used to travel through space in the blink of an eye, had been repurposed after his blood power was put into it. After some convincing, Founder was allowed to take this ship and began the journey we see him on now.”
“Very interesting.” Rarity said.
“Founder made it seem a lot easier when he described that story earlier.” Applejack said.
“He kinda did, yeah.” Twilight chuckled. “But I assume that’s because he didn’t want to go into detail, since that wasn’t really the point of the conversation.”
“True.” Applejack said.
“You know,” Rarity said, beginning a new conversation. “I’d kinda like to visit some of these alternate realms, specifically so I could visit alternate me’s.”
“Would definitely be interesting to see alternate Twilights. Trade knowledge, just talk to each other! It would be so cool!” Twilight said with increasing excitement.
“Cease the incessant yammering.” Edge snapped, killing Twilights excitement.
He stood at the exit of the ship with a crowd of green and featureless Anons, all in the same suits and ties, the only thing separating them visually was the colors of their ties.
“Shut your goddamn mouth already.” Scar snarled as he walked up from behind the ponies and towards the group of green Anons.
“Excuse me Scar.” Edge said crossing his arms. “But Founder put me in charge of this mission. Not you.”
“Excuse ME Edge, but green squad is MY squad to command. So do not overstep. Ever. Again.” Scar snarled.
“Fine.” Edge said.
“No.” Scar said angrily. “It’s not fine. it’s fucking, understood! If you can respond with understood to Founder, then you can to me too.”
Edge was about to spit another unnecessary insult at Scar, when a green Anon cleared his throat loudly.
“Sir.” The green man said. “We should get on with the briefing, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes,” Scar said as he glared at Edge. “We should.” He then pushed Edge away from him. Edge simply laughed with his hands up mockingly.
“Elements of harmony, front and center.” Scar commanded.
The ponies followed his command and trotted past him to stand among the crowd of Anons, which they could barely tell apart from one another.
“Now this mission is nothing special. It’s a simple extraction mission, pick up this realms Anon, and bring him back here safely.” He then began to pace back and forth as he spoke.
“He is scheduled to arrive in the Everfree Forest any minute now. We were going to pilot the ship over there, but since Twilight and her friends have decided to tag along she should be able to teleport all of you there.”
Twilight wore a shocked impression as this responsibility that was suddenly thrusted upon her.
“Was this information not relayed to you beforehand?” Scar asked Twilight when he noticed her expression.
“No, it wasn’t.” Twilight said.
“Awesome.” He said in an ironic and irritated tone. “Sorry this was dropped in your lap, Twilight. Are you capable of doing this? If not we can go with the original plan.” The tone of his voice suggested he was expecting the answer to be ‘no.’
“Yes, i can do it.” Twilight said with a smile. “It’s not a big deal, really. It just might take a lot of energy out of me.”
“Good.” Scar nodded. “So for those who haven’t been teleported before, it may cause Nausea if you are not ready. To avoid this, plant your feet firmly to the ground and close your eyes. Understood?”
“YES SIR!” All the green Anons exclaimed. It was also at this point that Twilight noticed the green Anons in particular have the exact same voice for some reason. Of course, this made it even more difficult to tell them apart from each other.
“Last thing you should know. The frequency of this realms Anon is, aggressive. This could mean one of two things. He is either going to arrive with some kind of power attached to him, or he’s going to have an explosive arrival. Beware of both of these possible outcomes, but do NOT kill. Is that understood?”
“YES SIR!” They responded in unison.
“Understood… Edge?” Scar said with venom in his voice as he stared daggers into the abrasive Anon, who was the only Anon that didn’t say anything with the other Anons.
“Yes. Sir.” Edge said in a disrespectful tone.
“Permission to speak freely, sir.” A green Anon with an orange tie said.
“Granted.” Scar replied.
“If his arrival is followed by an explosion, what would the radius of this blast be?” The Anon asked.
“Roughly ten feet. But that’s not an exact number, so don’t take it as gospel.” Scar answered. “Be careful out there, I pray for your safe return. Well… for most of you, I do.” He said, glaring at Edge who simply smirked in response, as if he was just granted a compliment.
“Twilight.” Scar said, immediately capturing her attention. “Send them off, and return them all safely.” He demanded.
“Well do.” Twilight said with a nod.
She then lit up horn and it began to glow brighter and brighter as she conjured up the strength to teleport everyone. She let out a small grunt as she pushed herself, her horn glowing brighter with every passing second. She lifted her head high then brought it down fast and a shimmering pop rang out, and in the blink of an eye, they were no longer on the ship and now smack dab in the middle of the Everfree forest. Twilight gasped and collapsed to the ground while clutching her head with her hoofs in an attempt to ease her newly formed headache.
“You all right Twi?” A green Anon asked, kneeling down to her level.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. It’s just a headache.” She reassured.
“I have something to help with that.” A different green Anon said. He then reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a half empty pill bottle for headache relief.
“I think she’ll be fine.” Rainbow Dash said, standing in between her and the Anons.
The anon with the pills gave her a facial expression that could’ve been annoyance or maybe an eye roll, but with his only discernible facial feature being a question mark, it was hard to tell.
“I get the hesitance, Dash. It’s not like you’ve seen the best personalities us Anons have to offer, But trust me. Twilight should take one of these.” He insists.
“Why?” Rainbow asked.
“Because when that ship travels the realms, it causes migraines for a lot of us. These pills help with those migraines nearly instantaneously.” The Anon said trying to convince the stubborn pegasus.
Dash gives a skeptical look at the human. The Anon groaned and pulled out a pill and threw it into his mouth and swallowing. He then opened his mouth to prove he actually swallowed it.
“See? Not poison.” The Anon said matter-of-factly.
Dash reluctantly relented but was still reasonably skeptical as the Anon pull out another pill, and a small canteen of water for Twilight. Her magic was wobbly and weak, so she just let Anon put the pill in her hoof. She then popped it into her mouth, letting it rest on her tongue. she then grabbed the canteen from the humans hands and took a small swig from it. When she swallowed the pill her headache seemed to immediately dissipate, which shocked her because she thought Anon was exaggerating when he said instantaneously.
“Wow.” Twilight exclaimed. “That did worked instantly!”
“See why I offered them now?” He said more to Rainbow Dash than Twilight.
“Whatever,” Rainbow scoffed. “Let’s just find our Anon already.”
“Yeah! Enough meaningless distractions.” Edge yelled before walking into the forest, demanding the another Anons to follow him.
Rainbow dash snarled it him as he walked away, and noticed the red Japanese symbol on his back.
“What the hell does that stupid shit an his back mean?” Rainbow Dash hissed.
“Ohh you’re gonna love this.” An Anon said. “It’s a Japanese symbol that means, Demon.” He said the last part in a deep voice, likely to mockingly imitate Edges voice before laughing out loud.
“Is he serious?” Rainbow laughed.
“Oh my god, he’s dead fucking serious.” The Anon said.
“Has he always been like that?” Twilight said.
“Yep,” Anon answered. “He’s always been starting shit, and he’s always had that God complex of an ego.”
“Yeah, nobody likes him.” Another Anon said.
“Why does he act like that though?” Twilight questioned.
In response, the Anon began to act like Edge and answered as if he was him. “Because I fuckin’ hate this world, and the human worms feasting on its carcass. I always wanted to die violently, but I will not go easily. I will bring as many people to the grave with me as possible. But the coffin will not hold me forever.”
Another Anon joined in. “Love is pain. And pain is weakness leaving the body. And I don’t feel pain, not anymore.”
Both those Anons started laughing, causing the Elements of harmony to also erupt in laughter.
“No fuckin’ way that asshole says shit like that.” Rainbow laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Oh yes he does.” Anon said. “Those were direct quotes.” He said laughing again.
“This guy thinks he’s so fucking cool.” Rainbow dash said mockingly.
“Yeah, like I said.” The other Anon said. “Nobody likes him. We nicknamed him ‘Edge’ as an insult, but he’s so moronic he thinks it’s named after his dumbass sword.”
“Oh god, what’s his sword name?” Rainbow said, barely holding back her laughter.
“Bloodedge.” Anon said in the same mocking tone while wiggling his fingers like a cartoon ghost, causing everyone to erupt in laughter again.
“Why does Founder put up with him?” Applejack asked. “If I were him, I woulda bucked him off the ship eons ago.”
“Well, despite his personality being as pleasant as a sandpaper handjob, he’s an extremely valuable asset.” An Anon said.
“How is he a ‘valuable asset?’” Applejack asked again.
“Because when we unfortunately have to kill people, he’s pretty much untouchable.” Anon said.
“I find that extremely hard to believe.” Rainbow Dash said.
“Believe it Dash. Punk is probably the only Anon that could match him.” Anon said.
“Oh,” Twilight muttered. “So that fight they had earlier was because Edge’s ego was bruised from a previous encounter.”
“Bingo!” Anon said with a snap and a point.
“I’d recommend staying out of his way,” the other Anon said. “It’ll do wonders for your mental health.”
“Duly noted.” Twilight said. “Now come on, let’s catch up with the rest of the crowd.”
They all began to jog up to the rest of the green Anon and Edge, but still were falling back from the crowd significantly to continue to talk to these two Anons about the other Anons. They were told what they already knew about them. They get transported to Equestria by mysterious means, fall in love with somepony or are destined to fall in love with eventually, but are then picked up by the other Anons before the realm dies. Of course there’s more nuance to each Anons story, but they all boil down to the same core details. Love indirectly destroys the realm, and the cause is unknown. The new information they acquired was exactly how the blurry faces of the Anons even occur in the first place. Apparently when they’re in a close vicinity with other Anons, their faces turn blurry and each Anon had a detailed face before the other Anons came along. The Green Anons, however, swear they’ve always looked this way. It was only when they meet the same criteria for blurry faces, did they suddenly realize they were green and bald.
The other thing that set them apart, was the fact that they were, ‘tail chasers’ as they put it. Without fail, every last green faced Anon as mated with at least one pony from their native realm, and it was literally any creature you could think of.
Cadence, Shining Armor, Trixie, Gilda, Gabby, Spike, Silverstream, Coco pommel, Thorax, Maud, Derpy, Cheerilee, Ember, Autumn blaze, Sunburst, Tempest Shadow, Lyra, Luna, Octavia, Gallus, literally anyone you could think of has had relations with one of these green Anons in another realm. It got crazier when they introduced the fact that in other realms, some stallion were mares and vice versa. They… they were perverts, plain and simple. But they’re nice people, at least the two they were talking to were. There names were Trix and Chaser, there ties being there only distinguishable feature. Trix had a light blue and light purple tie and Chaser had a dark purple tie. They might be overly flirty with them at times, but it is infinitely more tolerable to deal with when compared with Edge’s ’delightful’ personality.
“So chaser,” Rarity asked. “What’s your story?”
“Well, I got dropped into Equestria near Klugetown, when I arrived there i was basically homeless for around a day before Tempest showed up. She interrogated me for where you girls went, and when I gave her that information she put these on me.” He said as he presented two thick metal bracelets on his wrist, with a thin pole traveling down both his forearms.
“You girls should know the rest of the story from that point onwards, I just tagged along with Tempest trying to hunt you down.”
“I’m assuming you started dating Tempest after that?” Twilight said with a smile.
“Yeah we did.” Chaser said. “It was fun…” a glum demeanor began to overtake Chaser as he thought about the life he could’ve had.
“Well, how did you get your nickname?” Twilight asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Luckily her attempt at getting Chasers to lighten up worked, and he began laughing at the origin of his name. “Well, you know how we called ourselves ‘tail chasers’ earlier? They called me a ‘storm chaser’ as a joke and the name just kinda stuck.”
“Well that’s cute.” Twilight said with a smile. “What about you Trix? How’d you get your name?”
“Not sure you wanna hear that story. It’s very sexually explicit.” He said.
“I think I can handle it, I’m not a filly.” Twilight said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.
“Alright then,” Trix said with a shrug. “My full nickname is ‘GlimmerTrix’ because I had an, exciting afternoon with both Starlight Glimmer and Trixie. I walked in on those two going at it, then I joined in.”
“Oh wow, umm.” Twilight stammered, finding herself at a bit of a loss for words.
“Yeah, it’s a bit awkward to tell that story as you can see.” Trix said.
“Wait a minute.” Twilight said. “That was it? That’s your whole story? Chaser went on an adventure before coupling with Tempest, and you’re telling me all you did was have a th-threesome with Starlight and Trixie and then left the realm?”
“No.” Trix said in an offended tone. “I was in my Equestria for the entirety of my developmental years, I pretty much spent my whole teenage life there. When I grew up, Starlight got a crush on me, and Trixie just kinda third wheeled their way into bed with us. Also I didn’t just leave, okay. It was a lot harder for them to convince me because I had already spent so long in my realm. It wasn’t an easy decision to make Twilight.” Trix said, holding back a lot of anger in those last few words.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you.” Twilight said quickly, trying to diffuse the situation.
“I know… I’m not mad at you. Just, mad that I had to leave.” Trix said glumly.
“How long has been since you left?” Twilight asked.
“Four years.” Trix said sadly.
“Stupid question. But If you could, would you go back to your realm?” Twilight asked.
“I sure would. We all would.” Trix said. “But there’s nothing for us green Anons to go back to.”
“W-what?” Twilight said.
“Yeah. Anons need to do something monumental in order to kill a realm… intercourse is a guaranteed realm killer.” Trix said.
“That’s… I don’t even know what to say.” Twilight said, a sympathetic tear starting to form in her eyes.
“Yeah… it fucking sucks.” Trix said.
Silence fell over the group, as they were incapable of coming up with anything that could possibly lighten the mood at this point.
They all walked through the forest for a few more minutes when suddenly, a short but violent rumble was felt throughout the forest. Birds cawed as they fleed from the tree lines and animals ran from the area. The green Anon that stood next to Edge pulled out a thin black rectangular metal device with a screen that had a lot of moving, squiggly lines on it. It was similar to a heart monitor, but they were a lot more violent in its movement. Twilight guessed this was how they were checking the soon to arrive Anons frequency.
“Ready yourselves Anons!” He yelled. “He’s going to be arriving somewhere over there!” He said as he pointed into a random direction in front of him.
Almost as soon as he pointed in that direction, a pillar of light shot up from the floor and into the sky.
“GET BACK! RUN!” That same Anon yelled.
Everyone followed those orders and they all began to sprint away from the light. But as they began to run, they were all suddenly lifted into the air as a bassy hum rank through the skulls of everyone in the forest, the rumbling reverberating through everyone’s chests as if they were at a rock concert. Rainbow dash and Fluttershy were unable to catch the air beneath their wings as they were lifted off their hoofs. Loose sticks and rocks were also lifted up, the weight of these objects didn’t seem to matter as boulders and pebbles were lifted with the same amount of ease.
The pillar of light then collapsed suddenly, slamming down with a loud bang and bringing everyone that was floating in the air straight back down to the ground with it, hard. The impact of the light hitting the ground bent the trees in the surrounding area, as if a meteor struck the area, but no crater had been formed. The only new addition to the forest floor was a human lying face down on the floor, seemingly unconscious. He wore jeans and a lightweight blue jacket, his clothes seemed to have been sun bleached from his transportation to this world. Twilight quickly ran over to the human, and for a split second she saw a non-blurry face, but it was only a glimpse before the face quickly became fuzzy like every other Anon.
“Is he okay?” Twilight said to the other Anons in a panic.
The closest green Anon ran over to the newly arrived Anon on the floor, he flipped him over and checked his pulse. Holding two fingers up to his neck, thankfully he felt a pulse. He then checked his breathing by putting a finger under the unconscious humans nose.
“Yes he’s fine, just need to wake him up.” He said as he reached into his suit jacket pocket.
He then pulled out a small cardboard bag that said ‘wake the dead’ on it. He then pulled a small white package slightly bigger than a pill out of it, and then crushed it between his fingers making a popping noise and then waved it beneath the unconscious Anons nose. Nearly instantaneously he gasped and jolted upwards, he was now wide awake.
“The fuck was that?” He said while rubbing at his nose.
“Smelling salt, we needed to wake you up.” Green Anon said.
What? Why would you- wow, what the?” The new Anon said as he noticed the green face of the human next to him.
He then looked in front of him and noticed the other green faces, and the small multicolored horses standing around him.
“Where the hell am I?” He asked, utterly confused by his new surroundings.
“You’re in a place called Equestria.” Twilight said.
“Oh, you talk. that’s uhh… different.” He said.
Twilight giggled. “My name’s Twilight Sparkle.”
“Uhh, my name's Anon and… I… I don’t know how I got here.” He said with a worried tone as he realized halfway through his sentence that he couldn’t remember the events leading up to his arrival.
”Typical side effect, happens pretty often.” The green Anon said with a shrug.
“What? What do you mean?” The new Anon said as he began to rise to his feet.
“Well that’s-“
“Not important.” Edge interrupted. “You’re coming with us for interrogation.”
“Excuse me?” The new Anon said in an offended tone of voice. “For what reason?”
The green Anon stepped in between them to try and defuse the situation. “Not interrogations, it’s more like questioning. It’s complicated, but you’ll understand eventually.”
“I’m sick of this fucking forest,” Edge spat. “and I’m tired of explaining basic information to low IQ, Imbecilic individuals.”
“The fuck?” The new Anon muttered in disgust.
“What is it? Did I use too big of words for you?” Edge said smugly.
“Wha-? Fuck you, jackass.” He said in defense.
“Yeah, thats right. Prove your weakness to me.” Edge laughed.
“Jesus Christ, what is your problem?” The new Anon said with a scowl. He then turned to the green man beside him. “Is this fuck-face with you guys?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” The green man said.
“So do I have permission to beat this guy to bloody pulp?” Anon asked.
“You will not succeed, you weak and incapable fool.” Edge said with his arms crossed.
“Okay, shut the fuck up already before I make you shut up.” He then cracked his knuckles and glared at Edge, his pupils dilated like a tiger on the hunt. The smelling salts he inhaled giving him a surge of adrenaline that he felt like he needed to release somehow.
“Hey, guys. enough Please.” Twilight said trying to defuse the situation.
“I do not need you to come to my assistance, bitch.” Every Anon expresses their dissatisfaction in some way at what Edge said, especially the ponies.
“Why do you always have to start shit?” Green Anon said.
Edge rolled his eyes, but before he could retort he was punched square in the nose by the new Anon. Edge couldn’t even react properly to being punched before more punches collided with his face. Anon then hooked Edges ankle out from under him and tripped him to the ground, his head hitting the ground hard. Anon then got on top of him and continued to pummel his face, every punch slamming his head against the dirt, essentially dribbling his head against the hard forest floor. Blood oozed from his face as Anon continued to let out his frustration and what was essentially roid rage from the smelling salts. He did eventually relent when a green hand halfheartedly attempted to push him off. Anon saw it was the green Anon, but it was evident from how he was barely trying to push against him that he didn’t really care if he continued to punch him. But he did decide to back off of Edge, but not before spitting on him.
“You’ll pay for that.” Edge scowl.
“Sure you will, you fucking loser.” Anon scowled back. “Now would someone please explain to me what the hell is going on? Who the hell are you people anyways?”
Fluttershy tugged at Anons pant leg, and when she had his attention she started to explain in a very timid voice.
“Excuse me.” She said. “But maybe I could explain to you what’s going on.” Anon bent down to her level and gestured for her to continue talking.
“Uh, well. These green m-…men? uhh, are all the same person, different versions of the same person if I understood everything correctly. They’re here to rescue you, because Anons tend to… inadvertently destroy the realm they’re in.” she explained nervously.
“Wow what?… that… that’s kinda heavy.” The new Anon said. “Cant I just go back home? How can I stop it from happening?”
“You can’t stop it.” The green Anon said. “The only way to prevent it is to join our crew, leave this realm as a selfless act to protect the ponies of this realm.”
“I-… wow. So I get transported from earth to here and I can’t even stay here or else I’ll destroy it.” The new Anon said in a defeated tone.
“Well, you’re actually one of the lucky ones.” The green Anon said, trying to lighten the mood. “You don’t have any emotional attachments to this world so it’ll be easier for you to leave.”
“yeah, lucky.” Anon said with a glum tone. “Well, if everyone else has the same name as me, id like a nickname.”
“Most Anons do,” green anon said. “We can give you a temporary nickname for now, until we can find a better one for you.”
“Okay, well what were you thinking?” The Anon said.
“We usually give the new arrivals the moniker ’Native.’”
“Hmm… yeah, I can deal with that for now.” Native said. “What’s your nickname then?”
“My nickname’s Scales.”
“Why?”
“Cause I rutted Smolder.” Scales said with a smile.
“Rutted who now?” Anon asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“It’s not that important, I’ll explain it to you later.”
Edge scoffed at their conversation while he still laid on the ground. Obviously wanting to get their attention and rile them up.
“You got something to say?” Native said, taking the bait.
“Why explain it at all? Love is a sickness, a disease. The fact you idiots continue to talk about these relationships like they still matter, even after these relationship you had with these ponies have cause worlds to burn, just further proofs to me I’m surrounded by imbeciles.” Edge said egotistically.
“Holy shit, this guy.” Native said while pointing his thumb back at him in ‘get a load of this guy’ fashion.
Edge then unsheathed his sword to showcase its red blade. It glowed a menacing red, presumably because it was enchanted in some way, and also had a black spiraling pattern that was close to the base of the blade. The hand guard had the design of a human skull on it with wide open jaw, giving off an illusion that the blade was coming out of the skull’s mouth. Bones also surround the skull to give the Hand guard a circular shape.
“This is bloodedge. She yearns for blood, and so do I. I told you, you would pay for wounding me. But today I was told not to kill you, but I was not given any restrictions on wounding you.”
He then swung the blade at Native with an upward slash, Native instinctively raised his arm to protect his face which caused his forearms to be cut wide open by the blade. He let out a cry of pain as he fell backwards to the ground. Scales, Twilight, and Fluttershy ran to his aid as blood began to gush out of the open wounds. As his blood began to ooze out, it would begin to rise up into the air and fly towards the blade of the katana. The drops of blood clattered to the blade and causing its red glow to begin glowing brighter, along with Edges red eyes. He then looked up into the sky and outstretched his arms, the wounds he gained from Natives punches began to rapidly heal. Before long, it looked like he never suffered a single scratch.
“Know your place, worm.” Edge then spat on Native.
Native pushed the green Anon and the two ponies away from him as he charged at Edge. But Native was stopped in his tracks from Edge pointing the tip of his blade inches from his face. Edge smirked as he began to step closer to Natives face, causing him to back away from the blade. But every large step Native made backwards, Edge made bigger strides forwards, with a big grin on his face.
“STOP!” Twilight yelled, as she flew up and grabbed his sword with her magic and threw it behind him. Edge watched as it arched over his head and stabbed into the forest floor.
“What is wrong with you!?” Twilight screamed as she floated close to his face. “You have been constantly rude to EVERYPONY you interacted with today. Why? What do you gain from acting like this? Not to mention you have the AUDACITY to say everypony around you should ‘know there place!’ Maybe you’re constantly miserable because you constantly mistreat everypony in your life! Maybe if you try respecting others, and treat them like equals then you- ACK!” Her lecture was cut short by Edge gripping onto her neck with a single hand, and began to choke her.
“That is e-fucking-nough!” Scales said as he pulled a gun on Edge. “Knock it the fuck off. NOW!”
Edge looked at him, then behind him and noticed the other green Anons have pulled their guns on him too. Twilights friends had fierce looks in there eyes, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. He scoffed at the other Anons before turning to Twilight.
“I’m not going to treat these idiots that surround me like flys with any amount of respect. They are not my equals, and they aren’t worthy of my respect, only Founder is.” He then tossed her to the ground, and waited for her to be done coughing and gasping for air before continuing.
“I don’t care for your respect either, and if you attempt to overstep your worth to me like that again. I will kill you, and relish in your death, and consume your blood.”
Edge then walked away and grabbed his katana from the ground, and then cleaned the dirt from the blade before slowly sheathed it. He glared at the green faces who still had their guns drawn before pushing past them. The green Anons holstered their weapons and quickly rushed over to aid Native and Twilight. But because they all had the same voice it was rather confusing to answer all the questions the green Anons were asking. But they got through it eventually and they concluded that Twilight will be fine, she’s just may have a red mark and possibly a bruise may form.
They needed to patch Native up quickly though, they didn’t know how deep the cuts were. They tried to bandage him up the best they could with first aid and gauze, but he was bleeding quite a lot, the blood from his wounds had covered the entirety of his arms at this point. First aid kit’s wasn’t going to cut it, they needed to take him to the medical wing of the ship quickly.
They demanded Twilight to teleport them back to the ship, and she proceeded to teleport everyone back, including Edge against her better judgment. The same Anon that gave her the migraine medicine earlier tossed it back to her, along with his canteen to wash it down. He, and the other Anon’s ran down the hall towards the medical wing as fast as they could with Native being carried in their arms.
Twilight quickly choked down the medicine that was tossed towards her and rallied her friends together and ran after the green men. They eventually caught up to the Anons and they burst through a set of doors, finally arriving at the medical wing. They were about to enter the room as well but an Anon turned around and blocked the path.
“Sorry girls, I can’t let you in.” He said in a tone that conveyed to Twilight that he didn’t really want to shut them out, but unfortunately had to.
“Why? I want to make sure he’s okay.” Twilight panicked.
“He will be. Don’t worry. But because of your tiny size, you might get in the way. N-no offense.” Anon said.
“We’ll be careful, I promise!” Twilight pleaded.
“I’m sorry Twi, I can’t allow that.” He said.
“I… okay then.” Twilight said in a defeated tone and a scrunched muzzle.
“Could you at least give this back to who gave it to me.” She said as she held the canteen and pill bottle in her magic.”
“Sure thing.” He said before grabbing the items from her magical grasp.
“And hey, you can come visit him later if you want. Try coming by tomorrow. With your Anon being injured by that cocksucker, we’ll have to stay grounded for a bit until he’s fully healed.” Anon reassured.
“Sounds wonderful darling.” Rarity said. “We need some rest anyways. right,Twilight?”
“Y-yeah. You’re right.” Twilight said, trying to shake off the stress from today’s events. “We’ll come back tomorrow!” She waved to the Anon as she began to walk away.
“See ya then!” The Anon said before ducking back into the room, and disappearing from view.
“So… what now?” Rarity said awkwardly.
“I’m going to head back to Canterlot.” Twilight said with a sigh. “You girls can hangout around town while I give Celestia my report.”
“Gladly,” Rainbow dash said exasperatedly. “I need a drink after that shit.”
“Me too.” Applejack said. “I know a small bar in the back of ‘pony Joe’s’ Place. Real underground type deal.”
“Sounds relaxing.” Fluttershy said. “But I might not tag along. You girls know how I am with alcohol.”
“Oh, don’t worry Fluttershy. He’s got non-alcoholic stuff there for ya.” Applejack reassured.
“Oh, okay then.” Fluttershy said with a smile.
But before she could say anything else, Founder appeared behind them.
“Hey girls.” He said with a hint of worry in his voice. “You all okay? I heard you ran into trouble out there.”
“Yeah, that piece of shit Edge nearly killed Twilight, and our realms Anon!” Rainbow dash said with gritted teeth.
“Did he, now?” Founder said skeptically. “Cause I heard from him that your Anon attacked him first.”
Before Rainbow could blurt out another word, Twilight interrupted her.
“He did. But Edge aggravated him and pushed him to do so.” She said trying her best not to have a confrontational tone.
“I’ll deal with him…” he sighed. “I'm sorry he has caused nothing but trouble for you guys today.” Founder said sympathetically.
“Can’t you just kick him off the ship already?” Rainbow Dash said, which caused her to be elbowed in shoulder by Twilight.
“Ow, what?” She said, genuinely confused as to what she said to warrant that response.
“It’s not that easy, Rainbow.” Founder said. “I could exile him to the vast space between realms, but I can’t. I lead this pilgrimage to rescue Anon’s, I can’t exile or kill every Anon that are dicks.”
“But you have kill folks before, have ya not?” Applejack questioned.
“We have.” Founder said. “But they wished to inflict harm on us, and other ponies. They would stop at nothing until they succeeded in there malicious goals. Edge is just an ass. I can’t subjugate one of these Anons to the same fate I had to suffer just because they’re a dick.”
“Well are you going to punish him in anyway?” Twilight said. “he did choke me after all.”
“He choked you?” Founder said in a bewildered tone.
All of Twilight’s friends nodded, corroborated her story. Which caused Founder to sigh in annoyance and disappointment.
“I’ll deal with him…” Founder said with a scowl.
“Thank you.” Twilight said as she rubbed her neck, still feeling phantom pain from the encounter.
“So are you heading off the ship, or staying a bit longer?” Founder asked.
“No, we were gonna leave.” Twilight answered. “But we’ll be back tomorrow, I never got to actually talk to our Anon before everything went down.”
“Then we will be happily expecting your return.” Founder said with a genuine smile.
Founder continued to walk with the ponies until they got to the exit of the ship and opened the door so the ponies could leave. He then took his glove off and placed it on a black square on the wall. It then glowed a bright green light around the outline of his hand, and then spoke to him.
“hello Anon. What is your command?” a robotic female voice said.
“Allow ship access to this realm’s elements of harmony.” Founder said.
“Okay… blood sample needed.” The voice said.
“Wha- wait.” Twilight sputtered. “Why does the wall need our blood?”
“So you can board this ship freely whenever you wish.” Founder explained. “I just need one of you ponies to offer up a sample, the computer will to the rest.”
Twilight began to step forward but was stopped by Applejack. “Not so fast, sugarcube. You’ve been through enough today. Allow me.” She then stepped forward towards Founder and extended her hoof out to him.
“Thanks AJ.” Twilight said.
“Don’t mention it.” Applejack said.
Founder then pulled a small cylindrical device with a needle at the end from a small cubbyhole in the wall. He then gently pushed the needle under Applejacks skin. She stood stoically as her blood was drawn, and once he was finished drawing blood from the farm pony he placed the needle back into the wall. The wall then ejected a small band-Aid like a recite at a grocery store, which Founder grabbed and placed on the small wound he had made on Applejacks forearm. He then tapped the screen a few times before it spoke once more.
“… blood sample confirmed. Welcome Elements of harmony of realm C-101010. Level 1 permissions granted-
light ramp access, granted.
Boarding access, granted.
Food and water access, granted…
armory access, denied.
Core room access, denied.
East wing access, denied.
The door to the ship then finally opened.
“See you girls soon.” Founder said with a smile.
The ponies said there goodbyes and then made their way off the ship, the light bridge now responding to there hoofs and allowing them walk across it like how the Anons did earlier. Twilight had a slight grimace on her face as they walked down the ramp. Nobody else noticed it, but Fluttershy saw Twilight’s face first.
“What’s going on?” Fluttershy said, breaking Twilight from her train her thought.
“Ehh. It’s probably nothing, but that’s the second time I heard something about the east wing.” Twilight said in a bit of hushed tone.
“I heard about that East wing too.” Rarity said. “The Anon I spoke to mentioned something being kept in the East wing. They said it was, horrific.”
“Well apparently they’re not supposed to talk about it,” Twilight said. “because the Anon who told me were shushed by punk.”
“Something about this business don’t sit right with me.” Applejack grumbled.
“Yeah,” Rainbow dash said. “They’re hiding something.”
“Why are we assuming it’s something we have to worry about?” Pinkie pie interjected. “Maybe they’re keeping it from us because we wouldn’t like to see it.”
“Or it’s because it’s something so bad, they know we would take issue with it.” Rainbow said.
“Maybe.” Pinkie said with a shrug. “What do you think Twilight?”
“I-… I don’t know. Whatever it might be, we shouldn’t go around trying to figure out what it is. It’ll probably just lead to more trouble than it’s worth.”
“You’re telling me you don’t want to know what’s back there?” Rainbow dash said as she crossed her hoofs.
“Oh no, I SO want to know what’s back there.” Twilight said with a small chuckle. “But again, we’re guests. We shouldn’t snoop around there home, especially since we have no real reason to believe they’re hiding something malicious.”
“Hmm… ahh, I guess you’re right.” Rainbow said begrudgingly.
“Thank you,” Twilight said confidently. “Now, let’s head back to Canterlot already. I’ll probably meet up with you girls at the bar later on when I’m done with my report.”
“We’ll save a seat for ya then, sugarcube.” Applejack said tipping her hat towards her.
They walk past the Canterlot guards that were still outside the ship, they had begun setting up camps around the ship. Tents were being pitched and materials to start multiple camp fires were being piled up. The girls began to make there way up the hill where they left Celestia at, and once they got to the top they were greeted by her warm smile.
“Thank goodness, you’re back. I was beginning to worry.” Celestia said with a relieved sigh.
“Yes, we’re fine princess.” Twilight said with a bow.
“So, what have you learned about our visitors?” Celestia asked.
“Quit a bit. We’ve got a lot to discuss.” Twilight said.
“What happened to your neck, dear?” Celestia asked.
Twilight rubbed her neck before responding. “Like I said, we’ve got a lot to discuss.”
“Well, let’s not waste anymore time then.” Celestia said before teleporting herself and the other six ponies back to Canterlot.
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<p>Most ponies know that the Everfree Forest is dangerous and should be approached with care. For many, this only makes the forest more enticing. As a result, accidents are common. It isn't rare for campers, researchers, or anypony else seeking adventure to wind up in a scenario where the comforts of home are out of reach. However, just because you're out of supplies doesn't mean you're out of options!</p>
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Roasted Mushroom Skewers
Time:
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Cook Time: 5 minutes
Ingredients:
1-3 Warble Mushrooms
1-3 Tomoe Mushrooms
1-3 Yinka Mushrooms
1 Stick
Author:
Fluttershy
Recipe:
Hello everypony! My name is Fluttershy, and I’ve lived close to the Everfree Forest since I was a filly. Thanks to that, I know a few things about what types of flora can be found in the forest, as well as which are safe to eat. I always saw that knowledge as just a fun fact to tell a friend over some tea. But, as it turns out, going on a “research trip/camping party” with your friends doesn’t always turn out well. Sometimes, those friends lose all of your food. In times like that, knowing what you can and can’t eat is important, but it can also be fun!
Even when one of your camping friends asks everypony to catalog their recipes in the middle of the forest.
A personal favorite of mine is roasted mushroom skewers. Not only are they very easy to make, they’re delicious, they’re dense in calories, and they can be prepared in a number of different ways to suit your tastes!
To begin, all you need is a campfire and a nice, long stick to serve as your skewer. Just be sure not to grab any of the Everfree’s thirty-seven different species of stick bug by accident! Once your skewer is ready and you’ve safely set up your campfire, it’s time to hunt for mushrooms! There are three kinds that are both safe and can be found reliably throughout the forest.
First are Warble Mushrooms. You can find these growing near shady areas, like next to rock faces or under bushes. Their caps are a bright purple with yellow spots. I know that sounds dangerous, but don’t worry! They’re completely safe for consumption. While they have the least flavor of the mushroom types, they’re also the largest and the most dense in calories, so they’ll fill you up quickly. Think of them like the cornerstone of the skewer!
Second are Tomoe Mushrooms. These little shrooms look like perfect spheres, and they’re a light tan. You can find these growing off of logs and near the bottoms of tree trunks. Be careful while handling them! While they’re harmless, they’re packed full of sticky juice! The juice is very tasty, but you’ll want to save it for later in the preparation.
Finally, Yinka Mushrooms should be handled with the most care. These ones grow in sunny areas and are easily identifiable by their bright red caps. Do not eat those caps! The stalk is the part you want to eat, and they’re more than thick enough to serve our purposes. The caps, while technically not dangerous, have strong hallucinogenic properties. That’s not exactly the sort of thing I’d suggest eating in the middle of the Everfree Forest, though my friend Tree Hugger practically swallows them whole, so perhaps not everypony is affected by them in the same way?
Once you have your mushrooms, stick your skewer through them. How many you add and in which order is up to both you and the length of your skewer, but I recommend adding the Tomoe Mushrooms last. The juice will squirt out when you do so. A lot. However, that juice will then coat the rest of the skewer and the other mushrooms, bringing the flavor with it!
After that, just hold the skewer over the fire for as long as you’d like. I’d personally recommend about three minutes, though you might need less if the mushrooms catch on fire. In my experience, the Yinka stalks get burned very easily compared to the Warbles and especially the Tomoes, but how roasted you want the mushrooms to be is a matter of taste. Don’t be afraid to experiment!
Editor’s note: Include photographs of mushrooms for ease of understanding.
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<p>Most ponies know that the Everfree Forest is dangerous and should be approached with care. For many, this only makes the forest more enticing. As a result, accidents are common. It isn't rare for campers, researchers, or anypony else seeking adventure to wind up in a scenario where the comforts of home are out of reach. However, just because you're out of supplies doesn't mean you're out of options!</p>
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Everfree Salad
Time:
Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 0 minutes
Ingredients:
Dadan Leaves
Everfree Stalks
That’s it.
Author:
Rainbow Dash
Recipe:
Twilight said I gotta make this, so I’m gonna do it quick. You wanna survive in the Everfree Forest? Just do what ol’ Dash learned when she was in the Cloudsdale Pegascouts. Shout-out to you, Mr. Spruce!
Look around the forest for a big tree. The trunk is like a light brown with a bunch of ridges in it. No fruit, no scent, no nothing but a bunch of dew on the trunk. Usually about fifteen feet tall? Yeah, not a big tree, but that’s what makes them easy to spot. They’re called Dadan Trees. Just grab the leaves off of it and put them into a bowl if you have one. If not, just start eating. They’re bland and tasteless, but they’re edible and more nutritious than they look.
Next, look around for some bamboo. It’s not REALLY bamboo, but real bamboo isn’t in the Everfree Forest. If you think you found some bamboo, you actually found an Everfree Stalk. Just pluck it from the ground, break it into pieces, and throw it into your bowl. Or, again, just eat it. Tons of fiber in those things.
Now that you have your bowl full of leaves and stalks, your salad is done. Chow down, champ. You’ve successfully survived another day.
Editor's note: Rewrite Dash’s entire section.
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