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kiwipanzer
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563426
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Anon,Princess Celestia,Twilight Sparkle,Human,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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Anon gets a magic backpack
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Anon finds a backpack that creates whatever they think of
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complete
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<p>While on a walk, Anon finds a backpack that creates whatever he thinks of, chaos ensues.</p><br/><p><span class="spoiler"> My first story, criticism welcomed</span></p>
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teen
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2024-08-15T23:33:05+00:00
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2024-08-15T23:33:04+00:00
| 251 |
Anon was bored, for the past week, he has been stuck in Equestria with no way to go home, not that he minded, he had a good life here after all. Working at Sweet Apple Acres allowed him to earn Bits, and Twilight was kind enough to let Anon live with her, and the other elements of harmony were also nice. But, Anon missed his world, he missed human food, he missed television, he missed video games, he missed human snacks, but above all else, he missed meat.
To get away from the reminder of where he was, Anon went for a walk, it allowed him to get away from all the questions and quizzical looks he got, and to pretend, just for a moment, that Anon was home, just out on a normal walk.
As Anon walked, he spotted something behind a tree, as he walked around the tree, he found a backpack, much like the ones he used at school. He picked it up, put it on his back, and continued walking.
As Anon wandered around, he started thinking about how he never got to have a McRib, as he wondered what a McRib tastes like, the backpack gained weight, Anon took the backpack off and looked inside. There lay a box, labelled "McRib", Anon opened the box and saw a McRib, Anon took it out and bit into it.
Anon fell to the ground, he had never tasted anything so heavenly, it tasted better than anything he had ever eaten, Anon was pretty sure he orgasmed from the taste. Anon quickly stuffed the rest of it into his mouth. As he swallowed down the McRib, Anon thought about how some Coke would help wash it all down, a dull glow came from the backpack, and there sat a can of Coca-Cola. Anon picked it up and started drinking, looking at the backpack.
"So you're a magic backpack?" Anon thought, drinking the can. "I wonder what else you can do?"
It had been 4 hours since Anon had gone for a walk and Twilight was worried. As she followed Anon's footprints, Twilight heard an explosion and Anon's screams coming from the Everfree forest, she rushed off in the direction of the screams.
As Twilight rushed towards where the explosion came from, she entered a clearing, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Anon was busting a move in a different pair of pants, next to a large, weird chariot, with a strange box playing music sitting on the weird chariot, and a strange pack lying nearby.
"Just the two of us," Anon sang along with the music "In this classroom in the sky, crimes of passion are just fine, when enacted on A.I"
"Anon, What's going on?!" Twilight asked, causing Anon to jump and rush over to the boom box to turn it off.
"Jesus, don't scare me like that," Anon replied "I thought you were some fuckin wolf, or monster, or something."
"Anon, where have you been, what was that explosion, and what is that thing next to you?"
"1. I was out for a walk, 2. that explosion was the Freebrams, and 3. Are you talking about the backpack, the boom box, or the tank?" Anon replied, casually.
"All three, it's just-I just, uh" Twilight groaned, falling to the ground, stress and questions coursing through her early season 1 mind.
Anon, seeing Twilight on the ground, does what everybody does to check if someone on the ground is okay, and kicks her lightly in the stomach. hearing a groan coming from Twilight in response to the kick, Anon picks up the backpack and starts explaining. "This is a magic backpack, it creates whatever I think of, this," Anon walks over to the boom box, "is a boom box, it plays music and was made by the backpack, and this baby," Anon lovingly pats the tank. "is the M1 Abrams main battle tank, nicknamed the Freebrams, this was also made by the magic backpack."
"Anon," Twilight says, finally gaining enough strength to speak. "we have to hand these over to Princess Celestia."
Anon looked at Twilight like she had hit an orphan with a car before Twilight continued. "Anon, this type of magic is dangerous," Twilight looks down." what if it gets into the wrong hooves? Please Anon just give it to me." Twilight looks up, eyes big and pleading.
Anon and the tank, boom box, and backpack were gone, leaving behind track marks and destroyed trees, along with a letter lying on the ground where Anon was standing. Twilight picked the note up and started reading.
Dear Twilight,
succ my dic.
You will have to pry the backpack from my cold, dead hands, and even then, good luck, cause I would have glued it to my cold, dead hands.
sincerely,
Anon Anonymous
It has been two days since Anon had found the backpack, and the Equestrian military was marching to take it.
Anon stood on a hill, overlooking the soldiers Princess Celestia had gathered, Celestia herself in the front, clad in golden armour and standing at the bottom of the hill, shouting up at Anon. "Anon, surrender and hand over the backpack, and no harm will come to you, I promise!"
"It's over Celestia, I have the high ground!" Anon shouted back, igniting his lightsaber.
"And I have pegasus'," Celestia points to the sky, where hundreds of pegasus' await. "just surrender and hand over the backpack." Anon grins from ear to ear before breaking into a fit of laughter. "what's so funny?" The Princess inquired. "why are you laughing? What have you got planned Anon?"
"This," Anon replies, pulling out a walkie-talkie and putting it to his mouth. "Begin operation Steel crow!"
As the words left his lips, a great hum could be heard from the sky behind Anon, growing louder with each passing second. Anon looked up with a smirk from ear to ear, while Celestia looked up with a look of confusion, that quickly turned to terror as she saw what was making the noise.
Hundreds upon hundreds of Spitfires flew over, armed with machine guns chambering rubber bullets, air-to-air missiles loaded with glitter, and bombs containing nothing but smoke and rotten eggs. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Celestia yelled, looking up at Anon, terror in her eyes. Anon simply smirked down at her.
"I have become Anon, conqueror of worlds."
It had been a month since Lord Anon conquered Equestria and he was immensely bored, he wasn't bored of dealing with nobles and politics, no, the ex-princesses handled that. He wasn't bored of the food either, especially since he was able to get the recipe for the McRib and the Big Mac and give it to the castle chefs after a week in Ronald McDonalds fighting tournament, facing off against opponents like Grimace, Wendy, and The Colonel, no. He was bored because there was nopony to just, hang out with, everypony was either scared of him, a suck-up, or an assassin.
Then, while feasting on M&Ms and and watching 'The Nice Guys', he got an idea, revert Equestria to how it was when he found the backpack, and erase the memories of his conquest from everyponys mind, that was it. So anon raced off to the Everfree Forest, planning how he would undergo this near-impossible task.
It took 30 minutes to get everything ready, in reality, it only took a few seconds for the backpack to create a device to revert time and erase everyponys mind, except for a select few, what Anon had spent the 30 minutes doing was giving it a kickass paint job. It had everything, a unicorn galloping across a rainbow, a T-rex doing a kickflip on a skateboard while wearing those hats and glasses from the nineties, you know what I mean, and a man riding a velociraptor dual-wielding assault rifles with and explosions in the background.
"It's time to go back in tiimmee!" Anon sung, sounding like jack black, before smashing his palm on a big blue button labeled 'hot tub time machine'. A great white light enveloped Anon's vision before everything went dark.
When Anon could see again, he was standing next to a tree with a backpack leaning against it, Anon checked his pockets and let out a sigh of relief when he pulled out the recipes for the McRib and the Big Mac, before walking back to ponyville.
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President_Celestia
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563432
| 1 |
Discord,Lyra,Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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My Little Pony: Magic Ripped Away
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It was a normal sunny summer afternoon in Equestria, but a sudden event changed everything in less than five seconds.
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incomplete
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<p>Equestria is a place known and loved by all who visit it at least once, hay, even by those who've only heard of it! It's perfect pegasus-controlled weather, its beautiful flora and fauna, and most importantly, the ponies and their magic. However, after an unknown event that rocks the world, what will the ponies do without the one thing that makes them special; magic?</p>
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teen
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2024-08-15T03:09:46+00:00
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2024-08-15T03:09:46+00:00
| 146 |
It was a perfect sunny afternoon in Equestria. Ponies were outside enjoying the beautiful summer heat, basking in the sun with friends and family alike, creating new memories, and forging new bonds. The pegasus forecast stated that the weather was to maintain its perfection for the next few days at best, so ponies had plans for those few days, and for a certain group of six, it was certainly no different.
On a hill under a large grand oak, a red and white picnic blanket was set across the grass in the shade, and two baskets full of an assortment of goodies were placed within. Giggles and chuckles came from the six ponies who sat, stood, or hovered nearby, all of them clearly enjoying their day.
“So, I, of course, being the mare I am, told her to kindly take her bits and leave or else I would take action myself.” Rarity said, holding her muzzle high, snorting before giggling. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pony give me such a shocked face.”
Twilight chuckled at the words, looking over at Rarity. “Well, I don’t think many ponies have ever pushed you that far. I mean, when was the last time you’ve snapped at a pony beside her?”
“Well, you’re right, I suppose I do not often show the average pony my true colors,” Rarity agreed, tapping her chin with a hoof. “It’s bad for business, really.”
“Pssh, and what? You’d let that pony trample all over you just so she could get what she wanted?” Rainbow Dash waved a hoof and shook her head, her eyes blazing. “Oh, you’re lucky you’re so patient. I would’ve kicked their flank and sent them on their rump on the streets!”
“You’re exaggerating, dear,” Rarity said, looking over at Rainbow for a few seconds before looking away. “Actually, I don’t think you are…”
“I’m not, because I can’t handle spoiled ponies as well as you can,” Rainbow responded, crossing her hooves. “I’m not made for the stuck-up noble business.”
“Same here,” Applejack said from Rainbow’s left, sitting and eating a slice of apple pie. She swallowed before speaking again. “Your patience is something to be admired, Rares. Honestly, with how Canterlot nobility is, I don’t think anypony would miss ‘em if they were gone.”
Rarity chuckled before pushing a hoof through her mane, flipping it back. “I guess I do have more patience than the common pony.” She said, wearing the praise like a golden medal.
“No, you guys haven’t seen the truest patient pony!” Pinkie Pie suddenly butted in, drawing everypony’s attention. “I mean, duh, she’s sitting down right next to us!”
“Who’s that, Pinkie?” Twilight asked, tilting her head as she watched Pinkie wave her hooves around like she was about to do a magic trick.
“A pony who never gets mad at friends and foes alike, a pony willing to deal with a horde of upset ponies just to calm them down and get some peace and quiet! A pony so kind and compassionate that not even the most villainous villain has ever backed her into a corner! Of course, I’m talking about…!” Pinkie Pie continued to wave her hooves around in circular motions as a drumroll from nowhere played, no doubt drawing everypony’s attention as she suddenly shot her hooves out and pointed at a specific pony. “Fluttershy!”
Fluttershy’s ears perked as her face reddened. “M-Me!? Patient? No… I don’t think I’m that patient. Oh, I could hardly stand to be in a crowd of angry ponies for longer than a few seconds…” She lowered her head to the ground and Pinkie shook her head.
“Nonsense! You did it just last week! Remember when everypony was about to lose their minds after Carrot Top didn’t harvest her carrots on time? It was like a horde of angry mares and stallions threatening to topple civilization! But you calmed them down and reassured them that Carrot Top was working her hardest to get all the carrots ready to be sold.” Pinkie Pie rattled off, making everypony else nod and hum in agreement.
“Truer words have never been spoken, Flutters,” Applejack nodded her head and smiled. “I ain’t ever met a pony as kind and as patient as you.”
“Seriously, we’d never ever replace you for anypony else!” Rainbow Dash flew over to Fluttershy and landed next to her, bumping her slightly. “You rock, Flutters.”
Fluttershy didn’t know how to react to the sudden amount of praise and kindness sent her way, so she just whimpered happily, tears in her eyes, as she smiled up at them. “Thank you, girls… y-you don’t know how much that makes me happy.”
Twilight nodded as well, dipping her head slightly. “There’s no need to thank us, Fluttershy. You’re as important as any of us. Without you, we’d be nothing.”
“Agreed, darling,” Rarity stepped forward, flipping her mane before smiling down at Fluttershy. “Honestly, to have you at the boutique with me… oh, I’d shower you with affection! You’d be able to help out with so many things, especially with dress designs. Have I ever told you how much your opinions helped with my dresses? They…”
The conversation faded into incoherent praise and ramble, the six ponies sitting, talking, and eating whilst enjoying the feel of the warmth in the air and the gentle breeze that would pass through every so often, chilling them enough to counteract the heat that built. It was a perfect sunny afternoon in Equestria…
But the atmosphere began to change, slowly, subtly, the wind’s gentle chill dying and the warmth of the air losing its soft invitation. The conversation amongst the six ponies died down as the feel of the air changed, causing none to escape the shiver that overcame them.
“Is it just me, or… did the world just get weird?” Rainbow Dash said, flapping her wings once with idle worry as she began to trot in place, looking around. The others agreed, the change, whilst slow, was still sudden, and the environment around them began to feel… unwelcoming. They’ve all lived here for many years, excluding Twilight who was basically as familiar with the town and its surrounding fauna and flora as them, but never have they ever felt something like this before.
“No, it’s not just you, Rainbow…” Twilight’s voice trailed off as she looked around nervously, her wings twitching as she felt a minute difference in the air outside of just the temperature and wind. The magic. It felt… off. Slow, wrong, and dare she say it… horrifying. The change in the flow of magic in Equestria was no laughing matter, and her brain instantly kicked into overdrive. Something was very, very wrong, and this time, it wasn’t just a weather factory malfunction. Could it be a monster? No, the change was too widespread. A spell? No unicorn could change the weather this much, not even Twilight could and she was an alicorn. A villain? The only villain she could think of that could do this was Discord, but not only was he reformed, but this wasn’t his style. “Do you feel that, Rarity?”
“Yes, I do. I’m not as well-versed in the magic science as you, Twilight, but…” Rarity shivers involuntarily, feeling a wave of nausea pass over her. “Talk about wrongness like I’ve never felt before.”
But if they thought they were feeling it bad, Pinkie Pie began to spaz out, her tail, legs, and entire body twitching wildly. “I’ve never felt a Pinkie Sense reaction like this before, and I thought I knew ‘em all!” She said, only slightly panicked as she recovered from the episode. “But, my senses are telling me that… something big is about to happen!”
“Like what, Pinkie?” Applejack asked, hoping for at least some sort of clue in the matter, but before she could get a response, that’s when they heard it. A low, deep thrum, flooded their bodies, the air crackling with sudden tension as the noise only began to rise, the noise growing louder, the pitch growing higher.
“What… is that?” Fluttershy whimpered, her ears pinned against her head as she shivered, her body low to the ground as the very atmosphere trembled under the onslaught of the noise.
“I don’t know…” Twilight took a step back, her mind only finding blanks as she tried to understand what was making the noise. She’d never heard such a powerful, widespread noise like this before.
The thrum grew only louder, the pitch rising exponentially as the entire world seemed to pause in anticipation, the tension growing thick enough to cut with a butter knife, but then… it stopped at its peak. Everypony held their breath, sensing as if this wasn’t the end, but instead, the beginning.
“Is it over?” Rarity breathed out, not daring to move a step. The group was silent for a few seconds longer before it all came crashing down. With a loud, inverted screech, the air itself seemed to split, everypony screaming as pain washed over them. Their bodies warped and strained under the sudden intense force that tore into them, all of them collapsing onto the ground. Twilight in particular screamed the loudest, translating her pain into vocalization. All in the span of less than five seconds, she felt all of the magic inside of her coil up in her extremities, the feeling similar to fire before it all exploded outward explosively. Her hooves split and cracked, her wings flared, her feathers snapped and bent with excessive force, and her horn cracked right down the middle, the tip of her horn snapping off as her magic aggressively escaped her body, disappearing into the air before it all ended, leaving Twilight on the ground motionless, the pain still pulsing in her body in fast waves, her breathing rapid and ragged as she tried to comprehend it, failing miserably as she stared up at the sky.
The world was silent for the next 15 seconds, Twilight coming to grips with the pain coursing through her before she rolled over, her muscles screaming in protest as she rolled onto her stomach, her legs splaying in every direction around her, but in this new position, she saw her friends.
Applejack was on the ground on her side, her hooves cracked violently, all four bleeding minorly, but she was more importantly unconscious, sending a shiver of worry down Twilight’s spine.
Rainbow Dash was on the ground, her wings splayed open, revealing her now-damaged cerulean feathers, every single one bent, torn, or split in a different way. Her eyes were locked on the sky, her magenta eyes wide and shaking with trauma, but her hooves weren’t cracked.
Rarity was unconscious on the ground on her stomach, her horn horribly cracked in three places, more than one piece of it having chipped off and fallen to the ground. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she lay there, making Twilight grimace.
Pinkie Pie was lying there, her hooves cracked and bleeding minorly, staring off into space on her side, her breathing quick yet steady.
Fluttershy was lying on the ground, unconscious, her wings in a similar state of disrepair to Rainbow Dash’s, but then her eyes shot wide open, her blue eyes shaking, her pupils shrunk to pinpricks as she took a deep, shuddering breath. “AAAAHHHHH!!!” She let out a screech full of nothing but raw, unfettered pain, her body trembling as she rolled over, her wings flopping around uselessly as she screamed again, squeezing her eyes shut as tears poured down her face.
Applejack’s eyes shot open at Fluttershy’s screams, quickly flying to her hooves before stumbling onto the grass, hissing in pain as she took in the extent of the damage to her hooves. “Dammit… ow…”
Pinkie Pie, however, stood up slowly, her broken hooves compressing under the weight of her body, drawing a wince from her as she walked over to Fluttershy, limping heavily. Once she reached her side, she collapsed next to her and began to speak soothing words. Fluttershy’s screams lessened, going from loud screeches to pitiful sobs and whimpers as she held her face in her hooves.
Twilight watched all of this happen, looking down at her own fractured hooves and her two shattered wings, wincing as she stood. The pain was nearly unbearable, but she stood tall, feeling her body wobble, weaker than usual. She looked up, saw the broken tip of her horn barely at the top of her vision, and grimaced at the sight. It’s fine, all of this can be fixed with a spell…
Twilight gasped loudly, stumbling back, drawing the attention of Applejack. “No, no, no…” Twilight mumbled, shaking her head as she looked at the ground, her body shaking.
“What… is it, Twi…?” Applejack strained out, finally getting to her hooves and balancing herself.
“My magic, all of it…” Twilight looked up at Applejack with a terrified look in her eyes, her purple eyes widened to the limit. “It’s gone.”
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SilvATC
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563434
| 1 |
Changelings,Original Character,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex
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Entropy's Farewell
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The story of a genderfluid changeling in a secret asteroid base
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>There exists a secret project, known only by the top representatives of the Federation of Galaxies, that keeps all of reality together. This is the story of one changeling physicist, and her experience with the project, its sabotages, its side effects, and more.</p>
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mature
|
2024-08-15T04:46:22+00:00
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2024-08-15T04:46:22+00:00
| 33 |
The universe is dying. I know, rather cliché, don't worry, that was a lie.
From a certain point of view.
It was dying, overwhelmed by waves of entropy. That was deemed counterproductive to the Commonwealth of Galaxies, and a network of 18 stations were constructed to remove the entropy.
Another lie, did you catch which part was? Correct, entropy isn't removed, that's impossible. It is expelled, sent to other universes.
You have been scouted to maintain the premier station, Ceres. Overseen by Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria, Ceres is a former dwarf planet which has been hollowed to make way for the ultimate quantum computer, which allows Ceres alone to maintain our universe, which would otherwise require eight of the secondary stations.
Welcome to the Tremas Initiative, Silkstar.
I find myself reading the letter again as my shuttle slows in orbit around Ceres.
"You are cleared for transmat," announces the traffic controller through the communicator. "Please confirm all baggage is tagged, as you may not return to your shuttle."
After glancing at my few cases for the transmat tags, I press my hoof against the one on my ankle, and the shuttle washes out of view to make way for what must be a security checkpoint. Unlike a shuttle, Ceres only has natural gravity, and a very light one at that- just about one meter per square second, it used to be even less before the computer core was installed.
"Changeling detected," notes one of the security officers. "Do you consent to a temporary suppression of your magic to verify your identity?"
Yeah, I definitely want to back down on the greatest honor ever because I'm afraid of the most routine procedure this side of the scientific community.
… That was good enough sarcasm, right?
"I consent."
As one of the security officers starts to lead me to the magic suppression generator- a diamond shaped compartment with grilles lining the lower walls, and translucent panels on the upper walls- I take a proper look at the security office. The transmat I had arrived at was a much sleeker model than any public technology, the pad having 10 crystalline landing marks- in a 3, 4, 3 pattern- and the platinum cast console featuring semi-tangible holographic control. On the opposing wall is a line of desks, their stonecut designs almost notable.
I realize I haven't paid much attention to the security officers, and once I do, I realize there isn't much to look at. Both are unicorn stallions with yellow fur, one with a short orange mane, and the other with a pear green mane tied into a ponytail. The ponytail officer ushers me into the suppressor, and pushes a slider to activate it.
I'm never prepared for how silent it gets. Not a silence of sound, of course, the generator is loud and erratic. I refer to a special, passive magic perception, handed down through my hive.
As I wait for the officers to verify my documents, I suddenly hear one mutter, "Damn, she's got a bigger manhood than me."
I think I'm supposed to get embarrassed, or indignant, or the like, but I just find myself stating, "It's for when I need to be intimidating."
The other guard looks at me in confusion, but the one who shared the remark looks away flustered, not expecting me to have heard. He clears his throat, and brings his hoof to slide down the power on the generator.
Almost immediately, I change into my body of preference, a pale azure mare, with a messy mane- peacock blue in the middle, with an indigo highlight before the rest is a dark red-violet, the same colour as my eyes- adorned with a ponytail streaked with peacock blue, red-violet, and lime, and an actual tail purely red-violet.
"You're all set to go, Lord Lady Silkstar," I don't bother paying attention to which said that, and quickly collect my luggage, trotting into a docked rover. Air shields raise over the passageway I had gone through as the rover detaches from the building, heading towards the administrative building.
Tch, Lord Lady? Is that really my title? I’m not both at once- well, occasionally, but those occasions are only for very special someponies. Very special.
I'm suddenly taken from my thoughts as the rover clamps to the administrative building. Gathering my luggage, I enter, trotting to the front desk. The clerk looks up at me. "Ah, you're Miss- sorry, Lord Silkstar."
Without even realizing, I shifted into a stallion body. I don't mind, but the other part of the greeting, I can't ignore. "Please, no need for fancy titles, I stopped one moon from crashing."
"Right, I understand, sir. Princess Twilight will be arriving for your orientation shortly. We're glad you could get here so soon."
"I'm from an early Equestrian colony, the trip is only a week, though I suppose it's quite lucky the hyperspace bypasses weren't blocked." I still remember when one of them was even blocked from being made because somepony laid down in front of the demolishers.
I sit down as I wait, trying to lose myself in thought, but it is not long before a great pink flare of magic preludes the teleportation of the Princess of Equestria herself. "I apologize for the delay," she says. "You must be Silkstar."
I simply nod in response as she leads me into a barren room, save for a sitting mat and a throne.
"I thought I told them the throne was unnecessary!" Twilight mutters. "Sorry, I have so many duties back in Equestria, I haven't had much time here."
As she reluctantly sits upon the throne, I stare at the mat in uncertainty.
"You can feel free to sit down, please, the work you'll do here is important enough to put us as equals. You've been assigned to the dimensional bypass inducer, or in useful terms, a space-time hole puncher."
As I take my seat, she starts to share the details of my work here. Some quarter of an hour later, we return to the front room, Twilight telling the clerk, "There is no need for a throne here. Half the crew aren't even Equestrian subjects."
"Yes, I'll look into it." The clerk says. Twilight teleports away, and the clerk calls me over: "Silkstar, housing arrangements. You'll be in Applejack Hall, room 227."
A hall? What is this, college?
I nod, keeping silent as I'm given a key. I return to the rover, setting the destination to Applejack Hall, and look outside. The tiny sun is rising over this cold, stone world, rays split in the thin, watery atmosphere. It's always odd to view a sunrise, once the constant backdrop of home, now a fleeting event.
For a second, I see what looks like a pony, suitless in the icy rock, but I'm taken away as the door hisses open, locked to Applejack Hall. I look back, but there's nopony there. I try to shake off my worries, after all, I can finally unpack! First, I have to bring all my luggage upstairs, light work under the low gravity. I enter room 227, and am horrified to see partitioning that marks workspaces and two beds,
And on one bed is my new roommate.
"Yeeup, you ain't the only one surprised here. I know Tremas is secretive and all, but I reckon they could've shared a little more. I guess the two beds were a clear hint, but I've already been here all on my own."
I think I'm actually in shock right now.
"Hey, you alright there? You're just standing at the door. Listen, I'm Beret, can you tell me your name?"
No, I don't think I can. I stare into the purple eyes of this pale olive hippogriff, their mane the green of a Mallard drake, and I cannot speak a word. They wore a bandana displaying the non-binary flag. I slowly get an emotion as I notice that despite being named Beret, they clearly have donned a boater. With that, I drop sideways, like a toy in an earthquake.
Now that I am sufficiently humiliated, distressed, and out of order, it's the perfect time for it to dawn on me that my job involves the fate of the universe. Me, just a mechanic who crashed a ship to realign a moon- which really is not as epic as it sounds. The princess of Equestria is treating me as an equal! I don't even remember if I took notes on what she told me! I can't even hyperventilate right now!
"Heya there, breathe, fella. Breathe," Beret suggests- I didn't even notice them getting close to me.
"That's… that's no beret." Is that all I can let myself say?
"Yes, a straw hat isn't too fitting," laughs Beret, lifting their hat off and spinning it with their talons. They swap it with something from a half empty suitcase.
They turn around, donned in their namesake, the kind of beret you'd find at a secondhand store. This time, I'm able to focus on them trotting back to me, placing their talons on my shoulder, helping turn me right side up.
"I'm so sorry, I just suddenly feel like a wee lad," I manage to say. "No, more of a lass."
"There's nothing to apologize for." They say, lying down in front of me, giving me a clear view of their beak and all their many vibrant, majestic feathers.
"Silkstar."
"Pardon?"
"That's my name, Silkstar."
"It's beautiful."
"You are too."
"Ooh, somepony is forward."
We laugh, and I ask, "How long have you been on Ceres?"
"About a month, I don't work directly on the project right now, just trying to make the atmosphere livable. It's slow work."
"Then why have you not finished unpacking?"
"I- err- that's classified!"
"Sounds like you're just working slow."
"You wound me."
“Your feathers aren’t ruffled, are they? I need to rest against those.”
“We’ve just met.”
“Yes, and perfect timing too.”
“You know, I wished for something like this. Wrote it in the dust of a moon.”
“Very sweet, much more so than my old flings.”
“Good, because you aren’t getting rid of me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Beret stands up, fluttering their wings to free their talons to pick me up. “Speaking of dreams, no point sleeping on the floor.”
“Ooh, taking me to your bed already? Spicy. Who would’ve guessed going into shock was a speedrun strat?”
“I’m no physician, but is that what that was? What’d you do to let that happen?”
“I may have accidentally shifted my organs. Changeling problems.”
“You can do that?” Beret places me on the bed, now looking at me in disbelief.
“Well, I guess there’s a reason it’s normally a technique restricted to the elders. I stole the ancient scripts when I was a wee lad.”
Beret pulls themself closer to me. I ask, “We’re in bed together, what next?”
Beret playfully pecks at my ear, saying, “Don’t get any ideas, lass. Not until the morning.”
“Ooh, I think I’ll rest well with that.”
I close my eyes, and Beret places a wing over me. We lie there in a warm stillness, time melting away as I fall to sleep.
I awake to Beret's warmth no longer beside my chest, but now close to my rear.
"Heya, Silkstar. The view down here is nice," They call.
"You gonna touch it?"
Beret answers by lightly pressing a talon against my clit. I gasp, and Beret looks back up at me. "It isn't too sharp, is it?"
"It's perfect. Please don't stop."
Beret takes this as an invitation to stroke it, slowly getting faster as I begin to moan.
Suddenly, they stop. I can barely suppress a whimper, but finally, they touch me again, no longer with their sharp talons, but with their beak.
I feel their beak part, and their tongue slowly explores the inside of my cunt. I can't express myself to Beret with words anymore, and I instead let out soft tones of pleasure. Their tongue soon begins to stroke against more surface inside me. Beret's tongue strokes become heavier and faster, and I can feel myself on the edge.
"Wait!"
I'm surprised that I am able to speak, but Beret seems more so. They slide their tongue out of my cunt, asking,
"Is something wrong?"
I'm not even sure myself why I cried out, but I tell them, "I think I… could you play with my dick now?"
I start to shift my genitals, my cunt swelling until it's replaced with a sheath, from which comes a quickly erect cock. Just below, a heavy ballsack is formed.
Beret quickly takes hold of my shaft with their talons, softly stroking just below the medial ring. I feel my cock twitch as Beret lightly scratches.
"I think I'm close," I admit. Beret looks into my eyes with a gleam in theirs, and nearly leaps forward to grip my dick in their beak. I feel their tongue against my tip, and I let out a cry of pleasure.
They suck lower and lower, soon reaching my medial ring, which Beret has no chance of getting past. I feel their talons grip my ballsack, lightly squishing. Beret eventually lets go of my sack, and, still sucking me off, slides a talon into my ass, pushing deeper.
I can feel myself leaking with precum, not enough to escape Beret's licking and sucking. As they bob their head up and down, my cock twitches, closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Suddenly, to my complete shock, Beret stuffs even more of my cock down their throat, their tender pace turning rough and fast, and even taking in my medial ring.
With that, I am unable to hold back, my dick spasming as cum shoots out. I lay there, breathing heavily as Beret tries their best to not waste an ounce of my cum. Finally, they pull their beak from my cock, swallowing, before bringing my cock back to their beak to lap up the last dribbles of cum to leak out of my hole.
"Mmm… you taste amazing," Beret says.
"Ahh, I try my best," I respond, basking in the afterglow.
"Speaking of taste, you want anything to drink? I think I kinda dried you out."
"Peach cider would do nice."
"Hard or sweet?"
"I don't want to be drunk on my first day of the most prestigious job imaginable."
"It's the weekend, Silky. You don't start for three more days."
"Oh, we use the Equestrian calendar, right. Hard it is."
Beret gets up, and trots to the food replicator. They tap a talon to the attached panel a couple times, then again with a touch of irritation. "Fuck! It's broken."
"Dispensing item Alpha Sierra," The machine announces, unprompted, "Dispensing item Alpha Sierra. Dispensing item Alpha Sierra, dispensing item dispensing-"
Beret tears the unit from the wall before it's given a chance to flood the room with the mystery item. They look back at me, asking, "Heh, do you think anypony is on duty to take the work order for this?"
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Partycannon_
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563435
| 1 |
Anon,Main 6,Alternate Universe,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Not Really Alive
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A human gets summoned to Equestria for a short time.
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complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>A simple story of a human who has befriended a group of colorful horses.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-16T15:35:33+00:00
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2024-08-16T15:35:33+00:00
| 212 |
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
The hum of white noise…
The small room greeted me again. I forgot the color so it didn’t matter. A calendar hung, unchanged for years but more importantly there was a small machine in the room. The box projected light into my dark eyes.
This is where I read, this is where I watch. No one will see me and no one will hear me. I hate the outside, everyone is rude. It hurts to walk anyways.
Before I get tangled within the ill I feel for the outer world I clicked through the websites and the monitor displayed a wide range of bright colors. The show of horses brought me joy, a comfort, a perfect escape. How I wouldn’t wish to be dragged through the screen.
Hours pass, it only felt like minutes. In a deep yawn and a gross stretch I close the website. The machine powers down after the longest minute of the day then I stared into the black monitor. After an hour I finally fell into my bed and shut my eyes.
“Anon… Anon! Hey, Anon!” Someone called to me. I rubbed my eyes and slowly cracked them open.
“Ah, there you are Anon! I was worried you wouldn’t answer my summoning spell.” The purple unicorn spoke to me. At a first glance I knew where I was, I was in the Golden Oak Library.
“O-Oh, sorry for being late Twilight. I-”
“Please don’t worry Anon, you aren’t late at all. I was… Just trying to summon you a bit early is all… Anyways, let’s get back to working on that spell. You can’t keep living in that other world, it must be unhealthy for you.” The lavender horse smiled with genuine friendship as she lifted a book to me.
“Thanks Twilight, I can always count on you.” I return her smile.
“Of course, I couldn’t ever let down a friend. Especially you Anon!” The unicorn chuckled smittenly.
I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face as I opened the book she gave to me. I couldn’t read any of it but I understood what it said. I couldn’t focus too long on it without a small headache.
“The book says that we need two leaves and cake batter.” I stated, looking up from the fuzzy text.
“Hmm, cake batter I have but not two leaves. Maybe Rarity has some, you should go ask her.” She thought tapping her chin.
“Good idea, I’ll go there now.” With that I raced out the door. I waved to all my friends as I passed them before ending up at Rarity’s Boutique.
“Rarity!” I called as the bell above the door rang.
“Thank goodness you’re here darling. I was just pondering on what dress to wear to Twilight’s tonight.” Rarity brought out her dress from the season one finale; The Best Night Ever. For the second she replaced the first dress with the one from the season one finale; The Best Night Ever.
“Well? What do you think?” She asked nervously.
“Hmm, I love the first one but I think the second will fit tonight’s theme better.” I stated with some confidence.
“Oh goodness you’re right dear! Yes this is the one I must wear. Also, I’m sorry, I don’t have three leaves. Pinkie Pie might have some though.” Rarity said while putting on her dress.
“Thank you Rarity, always such a great help.” With a small bow of my head I fled back into the town, searching for the building that looks similar to a large sweet.
“Heeeeyyyyy, Nonny. Looking for me?” A pink pony whispered in my ear.
“Hi Pinkie, you are just the pony I was looking to talk to.” I give a smile.
“Eyup, of course I have some leafs.” I get a smile along with four leafs from the party pony. “You know what they say; three thousand, six hundred, and fifty two times (and a half) is the charm.”
“Thanks Pinkie, hopefully this time it will work.”
“Well, we’ll just have to try it.” Twilight said, getting up from her desk in the corner of the room. I place the five leafs on the wooden table and take a step back. Twilight’s horn lit and the ingredients glowed.
“Just a little more magic and…” The unicorn stated with a focused stare. The ingredients levitated before forming a large cake.
“Happy Birthday to you~” They sung in unison.
“I’m so happy you guys remembered.” I wipe a tear from my eye.
“Of course we remember Anon.” Fluttershy rubbed my back.
“Yeah! Even I remembered it, must be because it’s so awesome huh?” Rainbow cheered.
“We don’t know your exact birthday but it’s also your anniversary of answering my summon spell. So we just put a big ten on there.” Twilight grinned.
“Now, it’s bad manners to interrupt somepony before they even blow out their candles. Go ahead Anon.” Rarity motioned to the cake.
“Make a wish!” Spike interjected.
With a heavy blow from me the light atop the stick faded away as I held a wish in my head. Hopefully this year we can finally find a spell to keep me here. I don’t want to go back.
“Ye-haw! Now it’s a party.” Applejack stated loudly.
"I can't believe it's already been ten years." Pinkie smiled.
“Anon, I’m sorry we couldn’t find a spell to keep you here this year. I think I found a new book to help with that though. It just came in the mail today actually.” Twilight rubbed the back of her mane.
“Really? That’s great!” I said, ecstatic. This might be it, finally I might be able to stay here with my friends.
Sounds came from another room. They inched closer with each passing second. The colorful friends that I loved slowly faded even as I reached for them. It seemed this was a short day. Could it not last longer? It was my birthday after all.
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
The hum of white noise…
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MiloBlackwood
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563436
| 1 |
Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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The magic of music
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Moving schools isn't easy
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Moving constantly across the country isn't easy, it is especially so when my father is apart of the military and has to transfer posts every few months. </p><p>It gets lonely and what friends I do have are miles away and don't write much or call, text, or even reply for that matter. My only true friend in this world is music</p>
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mature
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2024-08-16T02:13:31+00:00
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2024-08-16T02:13:31+00:00
| 88 |
"What is art? Is it the collective agreance of beauty or is it more than that? Is art something more than just strong emotional feeling of being moved by an orchestra preforming an original composition, more than colors mixed together on a palate and put to canvas, or is art more abstract in the way that it makes us think.
For there are multiple mediums of art from the classic forms of the old masters breaking theory set by those before them breaking their bodies and at times their sanity to create something truly timeless in stone or on canvas?
Or the humble musician in the town square pouring their soul into every note, the off time in playing or out of pitch way of singing that gives their song a unique sense of self?
For what is art, art cannot be measured with any type of monetary value to be collected like some cheap trinket in a case ever growing in value, nay art is whatever the person or collective of people perceives it to be; be that beauty or repulsive, simple or complex, abstract or contemporary.
Art is what you make it to be friends that is in my opinion what makes art beautiful and magical."
I finish up my speech, setting the paper down on the makeshift podium at the front of the room, looking out at the sea of faces. Some students asleep not really caring about the class or what was being said while a few in the front rows were hanging on every word.
"Very well presented Mr. Price, now class." Mr. Calloway announced as he clapped his hands together to get the attention of the students.
"That was a difficult topic to broach especially so since art, whether that be the classical forms, or modern forms of the topic ranging from painting to music; is all subjective."
"Mr. Calloway?" A student asked from the front row.
"Yes Sunset?" He replied.
"The premise of his speech wasn't on art at all, more about the subjectivity on what makes art beautiful to..." She started but trailed off not knowing my name.
"Nathan, or Nathaniel if you'd like. Please for the love of the gods don't call me Nate I despise that shortening of my name." I reply quickly to Sunset.
"Isn't Nathaniel's speech about the subjectivity of art as a whole rather than what art is?" Sunset picks up where she left off.
Mr. Calloway rubs his goatee in thought at the questioning statement.
"Well Sunset, that is what art truly is. It's all subjective and bias from person to person say you hear a song on the radio that you absolutely love, say something from Songbird, amazing musician with an incredible voice, consistent lyrics that convey a story or feelings in the most primal and vulnerable way possible, pouring out her soul for people to critique and make their own conclusions about." I reply before Mr. Calloway has a chance to get a word in.
"I understand that art is subjective like most things in life are like food or down to the way people act singularly or with a group." Sunset remarks.
"I feel you misunderstood the point of my speech but it was one of the sub topics that ties in well with the main topic, it was never about art but more importantly about the subjectivity of life itself." I reply, "art is one of the easier more broachable topics on subjectivity in every day life because people have very different ideas about it and a wide understanding of it, beit from the art student learning to shade a sketch to the seasoned painter creating in his eyes his magnum opus."
"You've lost me." Sunset says in a questioning tone.
"Mr. Calloway may I use the board for a little demonstration?" I say.
"Of course, be my guest." He absentmindedly says while listening to the small debate between his students.
"I see you brought your guitar Sunset, if I may?" I ask her while writing out a simple chord progression on the board.
"Be my guest, if you can play." Sunset replies with a small playful tone in her voice.
"Thank you, so you know music theory or basic chord theory at least?" I ask her as I finish writing out what I would be demonstrating.
"I do to an extent, what does this have to do with the topic at hand?" Sunset quips.
"Getting to it, so this is just a simple chord progression in the key of C, an easy key to work in because it doest have any sharps or flats, so if I take a chord progression of C D Am Em and F. How would you play that Sunset?" I ask her, "4/4 time at 98bpm."
Sunset plays the chords I wrote out on the board. A simple strumming pattern not too flashy or complicated, just rhythm strumming.
Mr. Calloway bobs his head up and down to the beat of the strumming, "I see where you're taking this Mr. Price, very cleverly done," he says under his breath.
"Very nice Sunset, well played if I had to guess you've been playing for a few years, mainly rhythm." I say to her, "now you have your own style of plying, much like how you talk and your every day manerisms, so everyone youve heard Sunset's playing. A unique sound and tone much like how she talks, walks, or even displays her body language."
I motion for her guitar to play, "since the example for today is about subjectivity and the subjectivity art or every day life. Here's another way to play that chord progression slightly different but still the same chords at the same tempo and time signature." I say aloud to the class while adjusting the strap and get comfortable as possible.
Mr. Calloway looks on in surprise when the whole class's attention was focused on the demonstration being given. Impressed by the level of creativity being displayed and very articulate direction he stands up from his seated position and waks to the front after I am done playing.
"As you can hear between the two playing styles that Sunset and my playing are completely different in tone, strumming patterns, rhythm, and chord voicing. I know that I strayed from the tempo a little bit but still within the tempo range that was set. Collectively I ask all of you to think about this going forward, not only on being subjective but opening your minds to other ways of thinking, other points of view, nothing is black and white like most people think for there are varying shades of gray in everything not just art or music but opinions and beliefs. With that being said give Sunset a roun from her beautiful playing," I say as I hand her the guitar back as I lean in to whisper in Sunset's ear, "I hope we get the chance to play together outside of a demonstration, your playing is very complimenting to mine if I'm being honest."
"Well class I hope you've learned a little bit on the speech Mr. Price gave today. Thats all the time we have for class, as a side note if you want extra credit write about what you've learned from this and I hope you all are a little more open minded going forward." Mr. Calloway said as students started packing up there things up for the end of the day.
●○●
"What a jackass, that pretentious uppity motherfucker," Sunset said as she was warming up before band practice.
"Sunset darling what has brought this on and at whom are you projecting this towards?" Rarity asked concerned.
"It's nothing Rarity, it's just this new kid that passed me off and humiliated me infront of the whole class earlier, I already don't like him but he does have a way with words and he's very smart not only with how he talks but with music too, he's on the same level as Twilight if not above her level," Sunset fumed as she strummed a chord progression.
"Where'd you learn that from?" Rarity asked pointing to Sunset's playing.
Sunset blushed as she stopped playing, "I just learned it from someone in class."
"Was it from that new kid you're passed off at?" Rarity asked a small yet playful smile graced her lips, "if he's so awful then why are you blushing?"
"Uggghh I am not, I don't have time for this today I'm out of here." Sunset fumed as she took off her guitar and put it back in the case.
Picking up her things she stormed out of the music room and down the hall.
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MiloBlackwood
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563436
| 2 |
Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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The magic of music
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Moving schools isn't easy
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Moving constantly across the country isn't easy, it is especially so when my father is apart of the military and has to transfer posts every few months. </p><p>It gets lonely and what friends I do have are miles away and don't write much or call, text, or even reply for that matter. My only true friend in this world is music</p>
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mature
|
2024-08-20T07:05:39+00:00
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2024-08-20T07:05:39+00:00
| 37 |
The walk home was short, peaceful even that was until I rounded the corner to the street I lived on.
"Why do I have to go home?" I say to myself.
The weight of my backpack becoming even heavier and heavier with each step closer to a home that could care less about me, let alone treats me with respect. Sure my dad is in the guard and has been since he was my age just out of high school, I wish he would retire so I don't have to upheave my life every six to ten months and move to whatever town or base he's stationed at.
Leaving behind friends, lovers, family, or even comfort just so dad can get a glimpse of a potential promotion that will never happen. The guard dangle the carrot just to give out false hope then transfer us to wherever they see fit at the cost of our sanity and whatever semblance of normal we have achieved.
As I reach the driveway I can see that my mom is home probably cooking dinner or having another bottle and is passed out on the couch or at the table holding it close for comfort.
I don't say a word as I slowly open the door and gently close it behind me as to not make any noise. I see that mom is drunk again and trying to make dinner, most likely burnt to fuck and looks like slop that even hogs wouldn't eat.
"Oooohhh Nathhhanil, y-you're home," my mom said through a heavily slured speech. "H-hhow was sch-ool baby?"
"Looks like you waisted no time to crawl in that bottle this time, smells like a fuckin distillery in here. How many did you drink this time?" I say as I hang my bag on the hooks by the door.
"Now is tha any ways to talk to y‐our mommy?" Mom struggles to say as she sways and damn near stumbles over her own feet to greet me.
"How many mom, because I might need to call the paramedics like last time since you'd rather live in a bottle rather than deal with the problem," I say as I make my way to her so I could carry her to the bathroom just incase.
I put my arm around her waist and try to help her walk, "oh you h-hav-nt t-touched me like this in a l-lon ti-iimeee," mom says in a little giggly voice almost flirtatious tone.
"Mom you're hammered, and judging by the half filled blender you've been drinking all day again," I say as I help her to her bedroom, not getting more than two steps across the dining room/kitchen area before I feel her hand slowly make its way from my shoulder jently and sensually trace the muscles on my back.
"Y-yo look l-llik your father when w-eee were your age," she slurs out while tracing small circles between my shoulder blades, "you just have longer hair jus like your mommy,"
"Okay, looks like we are doing this again, for the third time this week," I say aloud.
Not getting more than a step or two across the room while being felt up, I do the only thing that seems to work without the unwanted physical touch by the person who's supposed to be my mother. Throwing her over my shoulder I hear a little squeal of excitement escape my mom's lips and then a long moan as I wrap my right arm around her waist.
"I don't want to do this again mom, you're too drunk and pent up to act like a mother," I say with barely a strain in my voice as I slowly make my way to her room to lay her down.
"Tha not verrryyyy nic-ce to say to your mommy. You never say anythin nice anymore, I'm home alone all day when your father is at the base and with you at school I don't ge to see you until you get home and when you are you're so cold to me, it's not fair." My mom says holding back tears.
"Great here comes the emotions again," I say under my breath as I slowly set her down.
I feel my mom grab the hem of my shirt and drag it over my head, after her feet are on the floor slightly shaky from the sudden contact my mom leans into my chest as she plants small kisses on my collarbone and neck.
"Why don't you love me, all I see is an ice cold gaze and your tone when you speak to me sends shivers down my spine, not the good kind of shivers either," my mom says as tears dampen the sparce hairs on my chest. "I can make you feel like you're the only one, make you feel loved all night when you get home, your father and I haven't been intimate for years because we are constantly moving from town to town." My mom says not realizing that I've been repeating her word for word.
I look down at the woman clinging to me crying as I slowly walk her over to the couch to have her sit down.
"Why dosn my baby bo lov me anymore?" She says through slured speech and ugly crying.
"You and I both know that you and I will never have that type of relationship, no matter how horny you are because dad is too busy with his job to properly show you the time of day, I don't want to have an insectuace relationship with my mother it's wrong on so many levels and you know that mom," I explain to her the best I can when she's drunk, "I'll make dinner for us okay then we can watch a movie or something okay?" I tell her as I give her a kiss on the forehead.
"I'm sorry Nathaniel," she says to me through tears.
"This is nothing new mom, I just wish you wouldn't drink like this. You won't make it long like this." I reply as I get up from her side.
There's nothing in the fridge, freezer, or cupboard; looks like I'm ordering out again this week. Shaking my head I mutter under my breath "I fucking hate it here," as I start to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
Scorch marks on the bottom of the pan, the stove still on high, and a burnt mess that is starting to smoke like the dying embers of a fire.
"Yet another pan I'll have to buy, and explain to dad about what happened,"
I sigh with frustration, "should I check her into a rehab or let her drink herself to an early grave?"
○●○
After some takeout dinner and a documentary about one of my favorite bands struggles on the road and the constant stress of their label pushing them to record more albums, mom passed out half way through and curled up on me like a cat asleep in a sunny spot on the floor or in a chair.
Carrying my mom to her room, gently laying her on the bed and cover her with the bed sheets I get a text.
From: Dad
Hope you're doing fine, sorry kiddo, I know how your mom can get.
I should be home late wednesday eveing so until then keep your mom away from the booze, its only 5 days so dont go postal.
Love Dad
"You son of a bitch, you're gonna get an earful when you walk through that door." I mutter as my mom grabbed my arm and trapped it to her chest for comfort, "Looks like it's another one of those weeks, hell of a Friday evening."
I slowly maneuver my hand from the surprisingly vice like grip of my drunken mother, walk to the other side of her bed and collapse onto the inviting comfort of sleep.
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MiloBlackwood
|
563436
| 3 |
Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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The magic of music
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Moving schools isn't easy
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Moving constantly across the country isn't easy, it is especially so when my father is apart of the military and has to transfer posts every few months. </p><p>It gets lonely and what friends I do have are miles away and don't write much or call, text, or even reply for that matter. My only true friend in this world is music</p>
|
mature
|
2024-08-21T04:48:30+00:00
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2024-08-21T04:48:30+00:00
| 21 |
Not being able to sleep is fun, even more so when I have to basically be the parent to my parent. How can I make the best use of my time today, got to go shopping for more food since there's practically nothing besides a fully stocked wet bar and ice in the freezer. Even worse is that I'll have to treat my own mother like a fucing child when we go out since she can't be trusted alone, not after the kitchen fire at our last house.
It's only 05:45 and I'm already done with the weekend which is supposed to be for relaxing and having fun, spending time with friends or going on a date with a girlfriend if I had one.
I try and fall back to the warm embrace of sleep but that's impossible when my mom has my head locked in place against her impressive bust, how she got completely naked in the middle of the night is beyond me since she sleeps like the dead when she's tanked.
Her hand on the back of my head gently stroking my hair is kind of comforting but realizing that she misses the time when I was an infant still breastfeeding and trying to reenact that now when I'm 17 is just awkward. My eyes become heavy and I finally drift off to sleep not caring that I have my mom's breasts forcibly mashed in my face.
I'm awoken by a slap across my back and another across my face as I shoot up in pain and surprise, unbeknownst to me there was a wet popping sound as I did coming to the realization that I was sucking on my mom's fat nipple like an infant feeding for the first time.
"Why the fuck are you in my bed boy, why the fuck am I completely naked, and why were you sucking on my tits?!!?" My mom furiously asked while slapping my face and trying to cover herself up.
"What the fuck you crazy bitch, looks like you're gonna have the worst hangover today which is perfect because now I'm most likely gonna get it because you can't control yourself with drinking!" I say with an irritated tone as I grab my mother's wrist mid flight for my face, "on top of all that happened last night I passed out from exhaustion taking care of your sloppy drunken ass, now get up, get dressed, and meet me in the car we are going shopping since you burnt dinner again because you were completely tanked off your fucking ass."
"Do not take that tone with me boy, I am your mother and I will be treated with respect do yo—" a loud slap echoed off the walls of the room as I backhand my mother out of her hungover rage completely derailing any semblance of coherent thought while stopping her from talking further.
"I will not be treated like this anymore, get your clothes on I don't care if it's a tank top with pajama bottoms. Get dressed, shut the fuck up, and go to the fucking car. If you are not in the car within five minutes I will drag you out of here over my shoulder in any state of dress you are in do you fucking understand me Amy?!?" I yell back in her face like dad would with me wen he was a drill instructor.
My mom just nods her head like a child on the verge of tears, I get out of bed and start heading for the door, only stopping when I notice a cold breeze on bare skin.
"One other thing, if dad finds out about this, what you did to me last night, you are a dead woman twice over. Not only by dad but by me as well. There's a plan B in the nightstand, take that and get yourself ready we are leaving in seven minutes." I say calmly and coldly to her and walk out of the room.
I finally get to my room and lock the door behind me going to the bathroom, getting dressed quickly I stop before I put my shirt on. Taking the razor from the package I look at myself in the mirror and notice the hand print left from my mother slapping me across the face as a small amount of blood is leaking down the corner of my mouth.
"What did I do in a past life to deserve this," I say to myself in a low gravely tone as I hold the fresh razor to my left arm and slowly drag it across my bicep hearing the soft scrape of cold rolled steel against my skin. My face devoid of emotions and only feeling a small sting as a new cut slowly starts to pour blood down my arm, "I deserve this, I deserve what happens to me, I am nothing and will be nothing."
There's a loud bang on my door as I hear muffled yelling behind it. Paying it no mind as I repeat my daily mantra as I drag the razor across my flesh multiple times before depositing it in the sink, drops of blood hit the pure white porcine and floor. I look at myself one last time before I get the gauze pads and disinfectant from the vanity cabinet, taking off the cap and poring the clear liquid on my arm watching it fizz and bubble before patting it dry and wrapping the gauze around it.
"Nathaniel you open this door before I break it down!" My mom yells.
"Fucking do it then, you'll be greeted with my ring to your jaw if that's how you want the morning to ply out. Get your ass in the car before I drag you out of the house like the last time you did this," I yell back, her incessant pounding doesn't relent and the door gives way.
"Looks like you're still cutting I see," she says in a flat tone.
"I see you've wasted no time for a drink you sloppy drunk," I quickly reply looking at her from the mirror's reflection, "that's what you're wearing? Nothing more than short shorts and a tank two sizes too small to where your tits are flopping out when you walk!"
"Not that you've complained looks lkke youre already getting hard just by looking at me, mommy still has her figure baby boy even though you completely wrecked my stomach and tits with how big I was with you and with how much you nursed on me," she says with vitriol dripping off her tongue.
I slowly walk over to face her while standing a whole head and a half above her, I take the whiskey glass out of her hand and knocking back what was left before throwing the glass as hard as I could past her head, missing by mere inches as it shatters against a wall.
"Car now," I spit out as I shoulder check her hard enough to send her body into the door to her right.
♡♡♡
At the store people stared as we got what we needed going from aisle to aisle, some brave souls tried to ask my mom out but when she said that she was here with her husband and clung to my arm like a child, they looked at me and sulked off.
As we went to the frozen section of the grocer we got a lot more stares and slight murmers from passersby, "Why does it have to be so cold in here, my nipples hurt and they are hard enough to cut glass," my mom said loud enough for others to hear while cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples that were poking through her shirt.
"If you can't behave I will take you to the car and you can sit there till I'm done," I say to her like a child.
"Fine," she relents pouting as if she was 14 years old again.
Dividing my attention between what we needed and keeping a sort leash on the child that acompanied me that I didn't notice who I was about to run into, my mom grabbed the handle on the shopping trolley to avoid me running them over.
"I'm sorry I didn't see yo— well fuck there goes this shopping trip," I say aloud which gave me a slap on the back of the head by my mom.
"Nathan, is that you?" Sunset asked.
"Hey, so you do your shopping on Saturdays too I see," I replied while my left arm was being gripped tighter and tighter making the gauze wrap come loose.
"Yea gotta do it, I had nothing left for the upcoming week," Sunset said annoyed, "who is this, your girlfriend or something?"
My mom held my arm tighter and started to trace shapes and patterns on my lower back.
"No, this is my mother who I can't leave alone or she will flirt with anyone and anything or crawl inside a bottle even though it's 07:30 in the morning." I say with an irritated sigh.
"Oh, so why is se clinging to your arm like that then?" Sunset questioned.
"Because she doesn't know personal space or boundaries," I reply while getting my arm free and that's when it happened.
Sunset noticed a small line of blood trailing down my arm to my elbow, "what happened there?" She said under her breath.
"I'd rather not get into any of that, if you wat to know find me at school Monday or meet me at school early," I said loud enough for Sunset to hear.
"Is this your girlfriend baby?" Mom said with venom behind each word.
"No, she's an aquantince, possibly a friend I don't rightly know since I generally keep to myself incase we have to relocate again."
"Relocate?" Sunset asked confused.
"Dad is in the guard and this is the fourth time we've moved towns this month. It fucking sucks because I just want something consistent and normal for once in my life." I spit out, like the words were a bitter poison on my tongue, "well I've got to go and get the walking distillery home before she passes out on me. Here's my number if you need anything or just want to hang out."
I gave Sunset a scrap of paper with my number that I kept in my wallet.
After we said our goodbyes I continued the struggle that was shopping with my mom. Gods help me if I can make it through the day without any trouble from her or Sunset's friends after this.
◇◇Saturday afternoon◇◇
"I can't fucking take it anymore, why do you have to be so goddam miserable to be around." Mom said to me while nursing a drink. I just sat in silence taking the verbal assault, not like it mattered because if I could make it to Wednesday evening everything would be alright at least that's the hope.
"Well someone has to babysit you or who knows what would happen, you could burn down the house cooking again, drink yourself to death which would be a nice repreave from what I've been suffering through the past 6 years." I say to her in a smart ass tone.
Next thing I know a glass was hurdling towards me too fast for me to dodge, It connected with my head breaking on impact leaving a nasty gash on the space between my eyes going down to the bridge of my nose. I fell back in the chair I was sitting in as mom rushed over to help realizing what she had just done.
"Are you okay baby boy?" She half shouted in the most motherly voice I have heard in a long time.
"Get off me you fucking cunt," I say with one hand over my face, blood starting to pool around my head. My vision blurred and black was forming at the edges, I pulled out my phone and called dad.
"Answer motherfucker," I whispered in a soft tone, my free hand pushed the speaker button and a voice on the other end spoke plainly and cold.
"What I'm in the middle of something."
"Dad, hospital now lots of blood, mom too drunk to drive or be useful." I spit out while trying not to choke on my own blood and hang up on him, knowing I have about 45 minutes before dad rolls up with medical.
I slowly turn onto my stomach, so I'm not drowning in my own blood pouring from my face. Hacking what I can out of my throat then slowly start to get up, shaking from the strain and weight of my body using all its might to lift up 165 pounds of near dead weight.
Mom started sobbing collapsed on the floor of the kitchen/dining room her hands covered in blood trying to clean the mess, I finally get to my feet unsteady and wobbly like a faun trying to walk forthe first time struggling with each step I make my way to the island in the kitchen and lean over the granite corner.
"What are you doing?" Mom asked choking through tears.
"Making this look like an accident, now clean up that glass and get me the highest proof booze you have I need to do something." I say to her in a wavering voice.
Mom slowly gets up and walks over to me to help me. I take my bloody hand and smear it on her face and wrap my hands around her neck.
"Wh—hy?" She choked out gasping for air.
"Why, because of the way you've treated me the past 6 years, the constant bender you've been on for the last 4 years and ontop of that the emotional manipulation, the sexual abuse that's been going on since I was 11, the way you always take everything out on me but when dad is around you're this loving mother and wife that could do no wrong; that's why." I spit back at her with all the malice, anger, hate, and rage that has been pent up for a long time.
I let go of her neck and she collapsed on the ground, I raise my bare foot and give a forceful stomp on her nose. As my heel connects I hear a sickening crunch, knowing that I broke her nose and probably fractured something else I make my way to the sink grabbing a tea towel to try and stop the blood pouring from my face.
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MiloBlackwood
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563436
| 4 |
Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm
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The magic of music
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Moving schools isn't easy
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Moving constantly across the country isn't easy, it is especially so when my father is apart of the military and has to transfer posts every few months. </p><p>It gets lonely and what friends I do have are miles away and don't write much or call, text, or even reply for that matter. My only true friend in this world is music</p>
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mature
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2024-08-21T06:20:22+00:00
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2024-08-21T06:22:06+00:00
| 18 |
My body burned with exhaustion and pain, the dull throb of the gash on my face began to grow into a white hot searing like someone took a white hot knife and slowly drug it across the bridge of my nose.
My phone began to ring again, I slowly bent down to grab it trying not to keel over. I fumbled with it a bit from my hands being soaked in crimson, I taped the answer button not knowing who was on the other end.
"Hello?" I croak out, a voice on theother end said my name and asked if I was OK.
"I'm fine I think, just cut myself trying to catch my mom falling, Sunset is that you?" I ask.
"Nathan I'm coming over what's your address?" She said frantically.
"3354 Crown Jewel place. Just 3 blocks from school. The house with the navy blue SUV in the driveway." I say slightly slurring my words knowing the adrenaline was fading.
"Stay on the phone with me, you don't sound like you're doing too well." Sunset said as I could hear the chime of her car in the background and then the start of the engine.
"I'm fine sweetheart just a little bit of blood and a decent gash across my face, definitely gonna need to go to the ER when you get here," I say nonchalantly like this has happened before.
I set the phone down on the counter and opened the drawer next to the sink, finding the first aid that my dad kept for emergencies such as this one. I opened the kit up and found the bleed stop and more gauze, tearing open the packet and setting it beside my right hand I fished out more supplies and cleaned up my face Thebes I could until I got to the hospital.
"The door is unlocked, come in and help me real quick I'm over the sink cleaning my face up." I say to Sunset, "don't question it but if you need to have a spit the trash can is next to me on my right side."
"Nathan are you okay," I hear sunset's voice as the door opened, the echo from the phone making a weird feedback.
"I'm in the kitchen, don't freak out ok," I tell her as I see her face round the corner.
"What happened to you!!?!?!!" She screams like someone who witnessed a mugging.
"Come here, grab a chair and help me," I say in a stern yet eerily calm tone.
Frozen in place Sunset just stood there like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. "I need you over here right now Sunset!" I barked out grabbing her attention and shaking her from the frozen state.
She slowly made her way to my side shaking with every step she took, holding her hand over her mouth looking on in shock. Finally making it to my side she was pale as a sheet on the line and looked like she was gonna have a spit, I moved the trash can over to my left side then it happened.
"Sunset, oui come back to reality sweetheart," I said as I patted her back firmly, "put these on." I handed her a pair of exam gloves from the medical kit. My hands already gloved up and covered in blood.
"I need you to pour this on the gash and really press it in there, I can't see too well because of the blood in my left eye," I tell her and hand her the packet of quick clot.
"I can't, you need actual medical help!" She said frantically.
"Yes you can, I can't see and you're the only able body that can do this. My dad is about 20 minutes out bringing medical, I just need you to pour the quick clot on the gash I can do the rest." I reassure her as she took the packet with shaky hands.
Tears streaming down her cheeks and trembling like a leaf in the autumn breeze. I grab her face with my hands and force her to look me in the eyes, "you can do this, after this is over I will pay for the therapy, you can do this just breath in through your nose and out through your mouth find your center and slow your breathing." I told her calmly.
"How the fuck can you be so calm, look at you all covered in blood and bleeding badly." She replied with shaky voice.
"Wouldn't be the first high stress situation I've been in, that's beside the point right now. Pour that quick clot on me and make sure you use agood amount, I've stopped the bleeding best I could with a towel but I'm fading." I reply slowly.
Sunset raises the packet and pours the white powder in the gash on my face. I press the stuff into my face giving out pained grunts while trying to maintain my breathing as to not pass out from pain.
"More,"
Sunset does as she's told and dumps the rest of the packet into the wound, gagging slightly as I firmly pack the powder in. That's wen I hear slight moaning ad gagging from my right.
"I need you to start your car and open the back seat, I'll get mom and I need you to book it to the closest ER." I snap at my friend, "now Sunset!"
Hurrying out the door and to her car, Sunset starts it and opens the back driver side door waiting on me to come out. I stumble with my mom over my shoulders making sure I picked her up and held her on her left side as to not choke on her own vomit.
I get mom in the back seat and closed the door, "go," I say in a barking tone, still sitting there hands on the wheel frozen in shock again I get out and open the door and pull Sunset from her seat ad stick her in the back.
"I need you to come back to earth Sunny, keep mom on her left side, if she throws up keep her head steady and don't let her roll on her back or have her head tilt backwards, SUNSET!" I shout at her like a drill smoking new recruits.
I look in the rear view mirror and see Sunset sobbing uncontrollably.
♡♡♡
I make it to the hospital faster than I thought, tires squealing as I practically drift into the front pull up under the awning, the smell of rubber filling the air as I come to a screeching halt. Throwing the shifter violently in park I get out and open the back door, yanking Sunset by the arm and grabbing my mom, throwing her arm around my shoulder and hobbling her through the front automatic doors of the hospital.
"Get me a doctor, woman with broken nose and alcohol poisoning," I shout to the receptionist.
Doctors rush to us with a gurney and a wheel chair, "sit down son," one doctor said to me.
"She's been on a bender and has alcohol poisoning, pump her stomach and get a charcoal solution with an IV of saline and magnesium, potassium, and check her heart while you're getting all that." I tell the doctors as I walk alongside my mom.
"Son you need to sit down right now, I need to check that wound on your face it looks deep." One of the doctors demands as he pushes me into a wheelchair.
"Listen lab coat I've been through worse she needs all that she can get, I'm fine I even stopped most of the bleeding at home, where's Sunset?" I reply with the last few words coming out slurred from another adrenaline crash.
"Listen here son, your wife is in good hands I need you to calm down and I'll wheel you to a bed so I can clean out that wound." The doctor demands as he starts wheeling me away.
"Not my wife, she's my drunk of a mother, where's Sunset." I say in a shaky voice, the room was getting a little blurry.
"Nathan!" I heard Sunset yell out while security held her back.
"Let her through, please doc," I plead.
"I can't," the doctor says as he pauses his stride.
I grab his lab coat and pull him down to my level, look him in the eyes; "you can and you will or I am getting up and bringing her over with me," I say with a fire in my gravely voice. The doctor motioned to security to let her through. Sunset came running to my side.
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Liuksed
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563449
| 1 |
Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore,Violence
|
Colors of Hope
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The journey of the last hope of ponykind
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>The darkness has taken over the world. However, a pegasus discovered that she had the ability to purify evil, defeating it and erasing bad thoughts from the minds of the ponies. But this war is not yet won.</p><p>Co-Writer and Art by <a href="https://youtube.com/@jalinathefox1?si=IH4rL_88JyhIwz6v" rel="nofollow">JalinaTheFox1 </a></p>
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teen
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2024-08-15T16:55:42+00:00
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2024-08-17T03:35:27+00:00
| 113 |
Centuries after the death of the elements of harmony, Equestria has descended into an era of darkness. The alicorns have fallen long ago, and the ponies now have to fight alone against the evil, which appears to be an endless war.
However, in the middle of the chaos and pain, the ponies are graced with one last strand of hope, a spark of kindness amid malice. Bringing to the people the light they’ve needed.
"Purification."
States a pale pegasus. Her colorful mane is a mess, one of the consequences of a recent fight. Her dark, blue green eyes glance at the hospital floor, immersed in her thoughts. The pegasus sits in a waiting room, trying to comprehend what happened.
"That's what you’ll call it?" questions a dark-coated unicorn, raising one eyebrow, but then she admits with a bright playful smile:
"Well, I liked it, Prism."
"Lumini Essence? You can see your brother; he just woke up,” informs a nurse, leaning halfway out of one of the rooms.
They immediately get up and see a dark-coated unicorn lying on the hospital bed, white spots scattered across his snout and back. The room is all white, and the curtains are open, letting the soft glow of a cloudy day enter the room.
"So, Prism, I still don’t know what exactly happened," Lumini says as she trots to the side of the bed, then she directs her speech to the other unicorn.
"Hey, Midnight. How’re you feeling?"
"I feel better now, thanks to Prism”, Midnight weakly replies.
"I'm glad,” Lumini responds with relief, then directs her gaze to Prism again.
"Now, about what happened there... I saw you take off towards Midnight, then you started flying so fast I could barely see you. Then there was this bright flash and a loud boom. It startled me and I fell, and when I looked up, there was this huge shockwave blasting away all the tormented spirits. What did you do?"
Prismfeather fidgets on her hooves as she speaks.
"I don’t know. I saw Midnight being attacked by these spirits, and I tried to get to him, but he was so far away. Then I felt this strange humming sensation in my wings, so I used it to go faster. Next thing I know, I’m breaking through some sort of barrier, and then I’m landing next to Midnight, my flank glowing with this cutie mark.”
The pegasus lifts one of her wings just enough to reveal her newly acquired cutie mark. It seems to sparkle as the light hits it.
"Do you think that was a rainboom, Prism? There was a rainbow in the sky behind you,” Lumini suggests with a hoove on her chin, trying to remember all the details.
"I don’t think so. I’ve read about Rainbow Dash’s rainbooms, and hers were never that explosive. Also, the books didn’t say that rainbooms can get rid of evil spirits." Midnight adds, more lucid now.
"Well, did the books say that Rainbow Dash tried to do that?” Lumini inquires, raising an eyebrow.
"…No" Midnight admits.
"Well, Rainbow Dash was the best flyer, the fastest, the most agile, so if I have a similar power, I need a similar body,” Prismfeather points out, glancing at her inexperienced wings.
"I wasn't fast enough, and you got hurt..." She adds, lowering her head.
"You were fast enough! That's why I'm alive," Midnight says, trying to raise the pegasus’s spirit.
"That was pure luck, and I can't rely on luck to save everyone. With this power, I can save the world!” Prism argues while raising her ears, her stance is confident and defiant.
"And I'll do anything I have to do to become the weapon against the evil. I'll protect everyone; my light will be the shield and my speed the spear of the society," she says, determination shining in her eyes.
"Now, Lumi, take care of your brother. I hope he gets better soon. I will go test this 'Purification'," Prism says as she leaves the hospital room.
Outside of the hospital, Prism quickly flaps her wings, and a small plume of dust forms on the ground as she swiftly lifts her body toward the sky. After flying for a while, she lands on one of the soft clouds blanketing the sky.
"Hmm, I need to find somewhere deserted. I don't want anyone to get hurt,” she whispers to herself while staring at the horizon.
Soon, she glides off the cloud, spreading her feathers to catch the warm updrafts, sustaining herself in the air and conserving energy.
"Maybe here's a good place to do it; I can't see anything alive at all..." she thinks after a while.
Below her, the terrain is full of arid hills, dead, withering trees everywhere, and swirls of dust being carried by hot winds. On the summit of one hill, there are the remains of a barn, red and white broken boards scattered across the dry dirt.
As she hovers in the sky, Prism tries to remember what she felt when she used the Purification Rainboom. First, she’d spotted Midnight in the distance, and he was being attacked by tormented spirits. Prism knew she had to help him, so she’d used everything she had, all of her speed and strength. Then, with a magical boost, she had managed to break through the magic in the air, as if she was going faster than the energy traveling around her, creating a rainbow-colored shockwave...
"And this shockwave destroyed the evil... Purifying."
After that, she tries over and over again to replicate the rainboom. Prism feels that she is almost there, but she never manages to break the magic speed.
"Damnit, what's the difference between now and when I did it before!? I'm doing my best here!" she barks in frustration, kicking a dead tree that almost falls on her.
Sighing, Prism flops down onto the barren dirt, jumping when a high-pitched falcon's call slices through the silence, like the sharp clang of a distant bell. She looks in the direction of the sound, watching as a peregrine falcon dives from high altitudes into some trees, with incredible speed that it probably can't achieve while flying normally.
"I think I have an idea, a dangerous one... But it can work. No, it will work," Prism affirms with determination.
She shoots into the sky, flapping her wings with extreme strength and speed. She gets so high up that she can even see the curvature of the planet and the soft glow of the ocean in the distance. Prism rises for a few more seconds, then she assumes an aerodynamic stance and dives, feeling the rush of air against her body and her mane fluttering wildly in the wind. Her eyes start watering from the dust and the speed, so she shuts them tight.
Soon, Prism feels the air getting thicker like it was when she first managed to do a Rainboom.
Excitedly, she opens her eyes wide, just to see the ground getting way too close. She quickly spread her wings wide, trying to stop, but she crashes against the ground and hears a loud and sickening crack, which is soon drowned out by her screams of agony as the bone of her right front hoove meets the outside of her skin. Prism immediately collapses to the ground and cries, instantly regretting where she has chosen to do this risky feat.
She calls out for help, but all she hears in return is her cries reverberating through the woods, followed by the whispering wind of the hills. But she wasn't alone.
Prism hears a voice that sounds like a million crying souls, but twisting and distorting horribly to form words.
"Oh little fillie, why’d you tried to do it, huh? Just because you dispelled a small swarm of spirits doesn't mean that you're strong enough to give these colorful creatures a chance to win this war. Whatever you do, whatever you try, this world will be owned by the darkness"
Prism immediately tries to get up, but pain shoots through her body every time she moves, sapping her strength and blurring her vision. She then attempts to fly away, but she feels a cold embrace wrapping around her wings, swirling tighter and tighter.
"You may be curious about who I am,” says the mysterious voice.
"You can refer to me as Agony. I only found you because of this leg of yours.” Coldness drags across Prism’s broken hoof, causing more pain to ripple through her body. She bites her lip to stifle another scream, and the voice chuckles, a sound that will forever haunt Prism’s nightmares.
“It's ironic that you only did it to become stronger and 'save everyone’,” it taunted.
"What do you want?! Why are you here?!" Prism screams, trying to talk in between cries of pain.
Agony replies in a menacingly playful tone, “I want you, Prismfeather, you'll be very useful. That's why I didn't kill you yet. Let's get things straight."
She hears a similar sounding crack to when her leg broke but from her wings this time. Then, unexpectedly, she's thrown towards a tree, and a shadow-like creature rushes toward her. It stops right in front of her face, a huge, unnerving smile twisting its own.
Agony laughs its nightmarish laugh.
"Finally! Someone like you. It's everything we wanted, this world will be ours and there's nothing you can do about it. Your power is light now, but we will turn it into darkness."
Prism doesn’t dare move a muscle, with tears streaming down her face, but as Agony starts laughing again, she regains her composure and barks, “No! I'd rather die than become part of what you are! I am hope, and the world will be how it was before! Bright and-"
Her monologuing is interrupted by a direct blow to the head. Wooziness and pain blur everything, and her head hits the ground. As her vision fades to darkness, the last thing she hears is:
"Your bravery disgusts me, but okay, let's see how long this will last. I've already pulled some strings,” Agony claims. Then it vanishes, leaving Prism there alone.
Prism slowly wakes up; her memory is blurry, but she can still remember what happened. As her eyes adjust, she notices that the ceiling is white and bright, her front leg and wings are bandaged, and something near her beeps in sync with her heartbeats. The beeping speeds up with her pulse as she realized what had happened; she almost died.
After some time, her friend, Lumini, enters the hospital room. With her was a taller, very worried pegasus, her coat a mix of cyan and white. The pegasus’s long mane was a swirl of darker blues, and it hung around her neck in soft waves.
"Hi, Prism. It was hard to hold your mother back. She was crying a lot outside and begging to see you, and finally-" Lumini explains, before being interrupted by a whoosh as the cyan pegasus swiftly hugged Prism.
"I was so worried! Don't ever do that again! You were missing for so long and they almost had to amputate your leg because of an infection! …But, I'm glad you’re with me again"
She tightens the hug as she adds, "I couldn't afford to lose you too.."
"Mom..." Prism whispers, still dizzy from the medications.
"I’m sorry, but it's true! …Your father was just like that,” she continues.
"Misty, don't talk to her like that! She just woke up. She still needs more rest. Let's go; we can talk to her more when she’s discharged,” Lumini says, defending Prism.
When they left, Prism thought, "Damnit, I hope my wings heal soon... If that thing appears again, I'll be defenseless.” She turns her head towards the window, staring at the still-cloudy sky. "What did it mean when it said that it can turn my light into darkness? I can’t let that happen- I won’t! I’m the last hope for everyone."
Her vision blurs slightly as exhaustion sets in, and she starts falling asleep, but not before thinking one last thing:
"Once my wings heal, I will purify the world so it'll be as colorful as it was in the past..." Then her eyes drift closed as she falls into a deep slumber.
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Captain Neckbeard
|
563451
| 1 |
Changelings,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
|
A Changeling's Bad Day
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Potroh is an average changeling drone. He likes comfy, uneventful days. But today isn't one of those days.
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complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>A member of Queen Chrysalis' new hive, Potroh enjoys the simple life of being a worker drone, and the meager opportunities it offers him. But one day, all that seems to change, and he has to question all his past loyalties to survive.</p><p>A companion piece to <a href="/story/518338/predator" rel="nofollow"><i>Predator</i></a>, but you don't have to know that fic at all to enjoy this one.</p><hr/><p><a href="/user/465190/Reviewfilly" rel="nofollow">Reviewfilly</a> and <a href="/user/16951/The+Psychopath" rel="nofollow">The Psychopath</a> provided much help, many thanks!</p><hr/><p>Participates in the <a href="/blog/1041923/2024-non-pony-writing-contest" rel="nofollow">Non-Pony Contest 2024</a></p>
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teen
|
2024-08-21T22:45:10+00:00
|
2024-08-21T22:46:24+00:00
| 115 |
Potroh was an average changeling drone. He liked things that most drones of his ilk liked, including consuming love, adoring their queen, and helping the hive in any way he could. He was a simple fellow, not unlike most drones, but that was okay. He wasn't like the caste above him, the warriors. He usually didn't fight, and didn't want to fight, but if he had to, of course he did.
Like at the fateful Battle of Canterlot, which would go down as the most glorious battle in changeling history. Sure, they were forced to fall back in the end, but that was part of the plan. It's not like their glorious Queen would ever lead the hive into a battle they couldn't win. They won, they definitely won, they just didn't capture the city, and didn't take any food. Well, prisoners. Same difference, really.
Or so Potroh was told. He didn't really know what would count as a "strategic victory", so he just went with what the warriors told him. But he was sure they told the truth. After all, their Queen was there, and fought herself. What's more, she killed a demon! An actual, living demon, the last of its kind. They say this demon was actually ruling over ponykind, and just like in old times, tried to stand up for the ponies.
But the demon couldn't do much, as their glorious Queen slew it on the spot, right after she revealed herself. Of course, that was also part of the plan, the Queen would only use her disguise as long as it was truly necessary.
Some warriors said that was a bold move. These demons once were many, and they were extremely dangerous, and even a single one could decimate entire battalions of changelings. But that was a long-long time ago. The "heavenly demons", as changelings of old called them, mysteriously disappeared from the world, and only one (Or two? Reports were sometimes contradictory.) remained. But with that one gone, truly nothing would stand between Equestria, and total changeling domination.
To this effect, a new hive had to be constructed, right on the doorstep of Equestria, to serve as a "forward operating base". Potroh didn't know what that meant, but hives were good, and if his Queen said it was necessary, then he would help build it, and he would be happy about it.
The work was almost finished, and many changelings had already moved in. An already existing cave system was used as a base, so only the inner structure of the hive had to be built. That made things easier, and the truly important part of the plan could move forward.
There was only one problem: food was scarce. Of course, "normal" food was available, as the cave was located at the edge of a forest, but that wasn't too important. Love wasn't plentiful around these parts, as ponies or other sentient creatures didn't inhabit the forest. Sure, some meager amount of love could be siphoned from forest critters, but that was just barely enough to not go feral.
Going feral. Potroh shivered at the thought. Luckily, he never saw a feral changeling during his lifetime, but he was told if they couldn't consume love for extended periods of time, they would go crazy, and their magical capabilities would diminish, including their shapeshifting powers. But he was sure that wouldn't happen to their hive. Their Queen would care about them, and provide fresh food aplenty.
Like the entirety of Equestria and its ponies. He imagined consuming fresh pony love, and his mouth was watering.
Soon, as the Queen said. Soon.
***
Potroh opened his eyes. He got out of his sleeping pod, buzzed his wings, and stretched his limbs. It was another uneventful morning, just as he liked them. Although there was ruckus about some ponies being captured. But only some. A few. Potroh knew then he would never even get a taste of their love. He looked around in his section of the hive, but he pretty quickly got his orders telepathically from the section matron: to feed the changeling grubs that just recently hatched.
He was happy about that task. He loved feeding those cute little changeling grubs! They would inevitably grow up to be drones like him, or warriors, if they would be fed enough love.
But this time, there wasn't enough love around, so they would only be fed normal food, which they still needed.
Potroh went to the nursery chamber. There were hundreds of little grubs sleeping there, curled up, their abdomens moving to the rhythm of their breathing.
"Wakey-wakey! It's time to eat some! You want to become big and strong changelings growing up, don't you?" Potroh said, almost whispering.
The grubs stirred, and made cute changeling grub noises. It was actually some otherworldly chirping and clicking that would only be pleasant to a changeling's ears. Potroh was going to feed them some changeling slop that could be easily digested by them and would accelerate their growth.
The pots containing it were in an adjacent chamber. Potroh had to realize they were running low on slop too, as all the pots were empty, except for a really big one.
He grabbed that one and flew back with it to the nursery chamber. But his hooves slipped on the pot at the last moment, and it broke on the ground, spilling its contents.
It wasn't too loud, but Potroh knew how delicate the grubs' hearing was. The disturbance made them stir and flip around, then they sounded their disappointment with screeching.
At first, only one began to screech, then five, then the whole chamber. And it was ear-piercing enough that Potroh folded his ears, then pressed them to his head with his hooves.
***
When the cacophony subsided, Potroh could hear heavy steps closing in. The chamber membrane opened, and the section matron entered.
"Potroh!" she roared. "What have you done?! Why are you wasting our resources when they are already as scarce as they are?"
Potroh shrunk back. He has done it. The section matron was usually pretty nice to him, but now her anger was fully justified.
"I'm so sorry, Matron Siphon! It was merely an accident! I swear, I will make...
"Incompetent fool!" the matron interrupted. "Never again I will let you work in the nursery chambers! Now get out of here. Go!"
With his head hung, Potroh slithered past the matron, all the while he felt a pair of judging eyes following him. And rightfully so, he thought. He made a big mistake, and compared to that, he got away with minimal punishment. He could have been made into changeling slop right there on the spot! But that didn't happen, and for that, he was thankful, even if silently so.
When he left the chamber though, the matron called after him.
"You will go, and reinforce the inner perimeter in the forest. We've lost contact with many of our forward patrols, and no one knows why. We have to stay vigilant."
"Understood, Matron Siphon," Potroh answered, and hurried away.
***
Potroh left the hive, and made his way to the south. He knew a camp was set up there, near the perimeter. He would go there, and ask the warriors where to patrol exactly, because he didn't get detailed instructions from his Glorious Queen.
He reached the camp and, at the time, about fifty of his hive-mates occupied it. They were all over the place, but a bigger group was clustered around discarded food.
That is, forest critters already sucked clean of love. Some of them were still tethered to the ground with tendrils of magic, waiting to be "consumed". Potroh licked his lips. Yeah, he could really go for a snack right then...
But he knew the meager feast was for everyone else. The hierarchy was strict when it came to love. Queen first, then the generals, hive matrons, lesser officers, warriors, changeling young, fixing the autonomous magical parts of the hive, then... drones like him.
It came to his mind again that some ponies were captured just recently, but of course, that must have been a private feast for the Queen. As it should be, naturally.
So instead he would just ask his question, and be on his way. He walked up to his feeding hive-mates, but before he could talk, one of them hissed at him:
"What are YOU doing here, drone?"
"I was instructed by our Queen to help you patrol the forest. Where am I needed the most?"
The warrior was hesitating with the answer. He didn't seem like he was informed of Potroh's arrival. A few seconds later, he raised a chitinous hoof, and pointed in a rather arbitrary direction, towards the treeline.
"That way. Go that way, into the forest," he said, and picked up another squirrel, after getting rid of its magical bondage.
After that, Potroh was paid no further attention. The warriors looked at the critters on the ground, trying to sense which one of them was worthy of their attention, and as such, sating their appetite.
"Understood," Potroh only said, and slowly backed off. Then he turned around, and began to trot in the indicated direction.
From the corner of his eye, as if he saw something strange. Some shimmering among the trees. He looked there properly, but it was gone by then, whatever it was.
Or maybe, nothing was there at all. Maybe it was just his imagination. Starving would do that to a 'ling.
"Maybe I'm already going feral. I hope not..." he thought.
Potroh walked on, and saw some fellow drones among the trees. Maybe they could give him some better directions where to go? Yeah, that was a good idea. Drones ought to be more friendly.
Then suddenly, he heard a sharp sound. It came from close, and it was very familiar. Then he heard screaming, and screeching, and wings buzzing. He looked around, and saw one of the warriors from the group lying on the ground. His hive-mates were checking on him, but Potroh saw the smoking hole in the head, and knew exactly what was happening. The feeling penetrated to his very core, and as dread spread throughout his body, he wanted to scream:
"Ambush!"
But another changeling yelled it, and the next moment, he was struck by a high powered, golden bolt of magic. The spell left a faint, thin trail, which Potroh traced back to a high-up tree branch, but there was nothing up there.
At that point, most of the perimeter camp was in the air, ready to fight, looking for the hostile. Potroh wanted to tell them they should look for it in that specific tree, but the wing-buzzing, and the panicked exchange of orders and warnings was so intense that no one heard him.
After another warrior was picked off, they finally nailed down the location. The one who pointed it out got killed in return, but now the hostile, who was obviously using a cloaking spell, got put under concentrated fire.
Well, the rough location was put under concentrated fire. For some moments, the cloaking spell got broken, and something got revealed, but the changelings got picked off one by one regardless. Potroh didn't know what to do. He wasn't ready for this. Many were already dead, and the formation, which wasn't very proper to begin with, got broken up. Some sought cover, some tried to defend themselves with magical shields. And despite that, Potroh just stood where he first heard the shots, as if his legs were rooted into the ground.
But the true nightmare hadn't even begun.
***
The cloaked enemy let loose another deadly spell. As if the magic bolt had a mind of its own, it traveled between its targets, scoring headshots only, killing them for sure. Only after the tenth or so changeling it dissipated.
Both shock and awe took over Potroh, who barely noticed the warrior from just a minute ago standing his ground next to him. He fired multiple salvos at the invisible enemy, but the next moment a bolt of explosive magic landed right between them, and sent both of them flying.
Potroh lost his consciousness. His last thought was that he would die, and he couldn't even fight back, protecting his Glorious Queen.
***
Potroh woke up to the ground slightly shaking. He also heard buzzing, but it wasn't the buzzing of changeling wings. It was all inside his head. How was it called...? Spellshock?
He opened his eyes, and a changeling was laying next to him on the ground with severe spellburn in place of a face. Despite the sight of spellburn not being new to him, it wasn't any less disturbing. And he definitely didn't see such an extreme version of it during the invasion of Canterlot.
But how was he? He didn't dare to look down at his own body. He must have had his insides... on the outside. When he finally dared to take a look, he was relieved that was not the case.
Okay, so he survived. But how much longer would he stay that way? That thing, whatever it was, really did a number on them.
But poor Potroh didn't have to wait very long to find out about the attacker. It walked right into his field of view with heavy steps. That's what the shaking was, then. And the creature resembled a pony. A very tall, white pony, with both wings and a horn.
It was...
It was a...
***
It looked at Potroh with its glowing eyes. The fluids within him got frozen. He just stared forward. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. Maybe he could fool it. Impatience would breed death right then.
Potroh stayed motionless. The demon was probably looking for survivors, as a few moments later, it looked away and moved on. The sound of hoofsteps became more distant. Now he dared to move his head a bit, and check if it went away.
It did. Potroh stayed alive.
"It was... It was a demon!" he thought, still in disbelief regarding the events of the last few minutes. He wished it was just a hallucination due to hunger, but he knew it all happened.
A demon attacked them. And wiped out an entire camp of changelings. Except him.
But could it be? Could that creature indeed be a demon? Everyone said The Queen herself slew the very last one of them. That couldn't be a lie. But then how could it walk among them, murdering indiscriminately, just like in ancient times?
Well, there were also legends saying that a demon couldn't be killed for good, and it would come back even from death to enact revenge upon those who slighted it, or help those it cared for.
It seemed to Potroh that legend was true as well. And if that was the case, it probably went for the hive, and their Queen.
It wanted revenge.
And it wanted to free the captured ponies too, probably.
Potroh slowly got up on shaky legs. He checked himself once again. Although his carapace was undamaged, his wings were ruined. He tried them out, but they couldn't lift his body. It went through his mind how this would set him back later, but right then he had more pressing concerns.
He looked around. Luckily, the demon was really gone. It went to the hive, and it would murder its way through it until it would find their Queen.
They needed help.
"I-I'm coming my Queen..."
But did Potroh want that? Did he want to get back there?
In that moment, a pang of guilt rose up in him. Actually, he didn't know that feeling was called that, as he never felt it before. He never willingly did or even wanted to do something that was wrong.
Yet right then, he knew what that strange feeling was because he wanted something that was wrong.
He wanted to care about himself.
And he knew if he went back to help, he would be inevitably killed. He didn't want that. He wanted to taste love once again, its amorous sweetness empowering him, and making him feel good.
Yes, he wanted that. And he knew now it was every changeling for himself. Perhaps that was true even for their Queen. And then, even if She won, the demon would just come back again, until there were no changelings left, and no Queen left.
Yes, the queen. He felt the links of telepathy being broken between them. The way the queen could give the whole hive orders no longer included him. It wasn't normal, but very intense emotions could overpower the link, or so Potroh heard. And what emotion could be more intense than the desire to live?
Oh, of course. Love.
The very thing their queen failed to provide them lately.
***
Potroh hesitated a bit, but then made up his mind. He looked towards the hive one last time, then began trotting south, the complete opposite direction. Wings or not, if he wanted to live, he had to get as far away from the hive as possible. He walked across the camp that just got turned into a battlefield, then promptly into a dug-up graveyard. The corpses of his hive-mates were littered around, often with magical burns that made them completely disfigured.
So this was a demon's power. This was the result of their wrath. At the battle of Canterlot, they didn't face it directly, and therefore, they didn't suffer serious casualties either. Now, they got a taste of its power. And the result was death.
Potroh didn't want to stall, and sped up into a gallop. He got deeper into the forest, where he could potentially hide if the demon would somehow decide to turn around, and search for him. It was unlikely, but right then, he didn't think he could have unrealistic fears.
And as he was speeding through the forest, his fear of the demon was exacerbated even more. He saw even more patrols lying dead, bigger and smaller, officers and heavy units, everything. He wanted to walk up to some of them, to those whose wounds didn't seem obviously fatal, but then his cowardice triumphed over what would be the right thing.
He couldn't lose any time though, even if the demon wasn't in pursuit. Plus seeing all the death, his priorities got quickly rearranged. Now the sweetest feeling was being alive to him. Yes, that was even better than eating love. Because eating love would only be possible to living changelings.
Such simple truths. Even just an hour ago, he would think about these things the same way any other normal changeling would. Get back to the hive, try to defend it.
But perhaps he wasn't a normal changeling. Breaking his telepathic link to the hive so easily was already a testimony to that.
But all of that didn't matter anymore. Potroh wanted to live. And he would live, no matter what.
***
Potroh made considerable progress. He wasn't out of the forest, far from it, but he was constantly heading south, which meant he's been far away from the hive at that point. He passed a strange object, a ruined golden chariot. He didn't know anything about it, but considering the many broken tree branches, it seemed as if it crashed down from the sky. Could this be related to the demon? Or the ponies? Maybe. Maybe it was downed by it for whatever reason. Or maybe, the demon used it to get here. Although it was beyond Potroh why would a demon need something like this to get around.
Ultimately, he paid it no mind. He moved on, and arrived in a less thick part of the forest. That wasn't good, as that meant more light, and less potential hiding places. With his almost black carapace, he preferred dark places, like every changeling.
Potroh was irked by the lighter surroundings, but it was actually rather peaceful all around. Birds flew above between the canopies, and chirped their elaborate songs. And with more light reaching the surface, flowers bloomed all around, giving many colors to the ground the rouge changeling walked.
For the first time since his escape, his mind was more at ease. But inevitably, his thoughts brought him back to the massacre. Why? Why did it have to happen? Just because of a few ponies? Was the answer really so simple? Or that demons were inherently evil, and killing changelings was the only thing they could do? Maybe not. But if not, then some other truths that he took for granted weren't so clear-cut either.
Changelings were good, and were meant to consume all the love in the world one day.
Ponies were food, and their love was the tastiest.
The Queen was the wisest and most powerful being in the world, and cared for every changeling.
Yet all of those truths became muddy in Potroh's mind. Where was their queen? If she cared so much, and was the most powerful, the massacre shouldn't have happened in the first place. But it did.
And were changelings indeed...good? What if they weren't? What if they were not meant to consume all the love, what if they became too greedy, and that's why the demon found them? Legend has it the demons always attacked in the past when the hives grew too big, and therefore, targeted ponykind to maintain themselves. Maybe this was a natural cycle, and was meant to happen. Or maybe it wasn't natural, and the gods decided changelings shouldn't become too powerful, and the demons were their unholy tools of maintaining equilibrium.
Or maybe it wasn't any of that, just bad luck. Potroh wouldn't know. But at any rate, he had to get out of this forest. And find some sentient life forms, because he craved love more and more.
***
In this thinner part of the forest, Potroh moved on carefully, from tree to tree. Now he really wished he could just fly away. Especially after what he saw.
From the direction he was heading, a group of ponies were walking his way. He counted six of them, and they all wore golden armor. So they were royal guards then, just like the ones the hive encountered at Canterlot. Potroh remembered the pony soldiers didn't offer them much of a challenge, mostly because they were vastly outnumbered.
But now, he was outnumbered, six to one. And with his wings out of commission, it was either hiding, or fighting.
Potroh knew he surely wouldn't survive a direct encounter. Even less so, as upon closer inspection, he noticed the ponies were all unicorns. With spells on their side, they would be even tougher adversaries. So hiding it was. They were still far away.
Hiding, then shapeshifting instantly. But only where the flash of the initial spell couldn't be seen. Otherwise, it would be all for naught.
Since the trees here were more sparse, the undergrowth was denser, with many bushes around. Potroh got behind a large, leafy bush, and observed what path the ponies would take. Sadly, they were spreading out, but luckily, they passed by Potroh without noticing him.
As the ponies passed him, he could overhear one of them, talking to the others.
"We're nearing the area where the Princess' chariot must have crashed. Reports indicate this forest might be home to changelings, so be wary of everything. When you meet a squadmate after you lost track of them, always ask the question. If you don't get an answer, or get an incorrect answer, it's a 'ling. Also, if it's not a pony, presume it's hostile. We're not taking any chances here."
Potroh gulped. That was bad. So these ponies were expecting their presence. How would they know? Didn't matter now. But he knew this also meant shapeshifting was out of the question. His cover would be blown easily. He would just spare his magic instead, for a potential emergency.
But sneaking could still work. When the pony patrol was further away, Potroh moved on. Underside the next bush, he had to stay half an hour, as one of the ponies circled back. Luckily, it didn't get too close to Potroh's position, and eventually rejoined the others. Or at least, went in that direction, where that crashed chariot was.
That belonged to a princess? Potroh didn't understand what a pony princess would do in a forest like this one, but he was miffed he didn't meet it. They said a princess could hold more love than any other pony. Would've been quite the meal...
But that was just a fleeting thought. Potroh quickly refocused on getting out of his predicament. Everypony was out of sight, so he couldn't be seen by them either. He left the cover of the bush, and continued heading south.
***
It was just him and the forest now. Potroh slowed down, his mind became more relaxed. Many birds perched high up in the canopies, which reminded him he was still hungry. He couldn't fly up there to take any of them, so instead he looked on the ground for any small creature he could capture. Their simple little souls held only a meager amount of love, but it would still be better than nothing.
Potroh let his guard down in his search, and as he circled around a thick bush, he found himself face to face with one of the pony soldiers. It let out a little gasp. He didn't manage even that much.
He just stared at the pony. Judging from its height, it must have been a female. It had its mouth open a bit, and held one of its front hooves in mid-air. It must have been as surprised by this encounter as Potroh if she froze mid-step.
It didn't move, and in turn, Potroh didn't dare to move himself. But what should he do? It was a unicorn, if he started to run, he would be shot. Heck, he would be shot if he lifted a single hoof. Or... should he shoot himself, instead of waiting for what would happen? He couldn't hide now, and running would mean making himself a clear target. But maybe, this unicorn wasn't a good warrior, and would just miss.
But he wouldn't know that. He had to decide. Every second passing brought either of them closer to their demise. He was sure one of them wouldn't survive this. Or maybe... there could be another way?
The pony female blinked, and closed its mouth. Its tail moved ever so slightly. Slowly, it put down its front hoof to the ground. She just stared at Potroh. The tension was unbearable.
It was just three or four meters away. He wouldn't miss.
No, wait... Maybe it wouldn’t...
Finally, the pony spoke. Potroh's heart made an irregular beat.
"Hey..."
The pony grinned, but it didn't seem like a friendly one. Potroh was ready. He had a spell in mind.
"...welcome to Equestria, buggo!"
***
Just a few moments later, the sharp sound of a magic bolt cast scared the birds away from the canopy above, flying away with panicked chirping. Then, it was all silence for minutes.
THE END
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The story of a Stalliongradian stallion veteran of the Great War
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<p>This story is about the world after the Great War. More than 30 years have passed, a new generation has grown up, but not all wounds have healed on the world where friendship and harmony once reigned. This is my first story, I would be grateful for feedback in the comments. </p><p>Written for the 2024 "A long time away" EaW Writing Contest.</p>
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Foreword
The Great War had long since ended, the artillery cannonade had subsided, and blood no longer flowed in rivers across the cursed changeling lands. But harmony never returned to Equus. Forgotten in the face of Chrysalis, the feud between Stalliongrad and Equestria flared up again. The sons of those who had liberated Toll Tale shoulder to shoulder stood on opposite sides of the barricades, quietly and tensely waiting to see who would be the first to start the slaughter. On the other continent, the Griffon Empire proudly spread its wings and watched from the sidelines with the cunning, patience and ferocity of a predator, like a vulture waiting for an exhausted beast to take its last dying breath. Among the high tribunes, from which loud speeches sounded, were small ponies, griffons, hypogriffs, changelings, with their little lives and little fates, with their happiness and sorrow, those who move history forward without leaving their names in it. It is about such a pony, with the name Steel Dust, that this story will be told.
Chapter I.
The 687th Independent Mountain Rifle Battalion was never a model unit and was assigned to the 87th Light Mountain Rifle Corps, which existed mostly formally, for it was severely understaffed. The battalion was based near Zayatsk, in the mountains near the border with the Crystal Empire. The area was calm, cold, snowy, and completely dead.
The cold December wind was hitting the window of the military unit HQ. There was silence in the Colonel's warm and dark office, only the sound of the clock mechanism interrupted it occasionally. The office was rather poorly furnished, with only a couple of plants and a calendar on the wall, on which the current date, 10 December 1040, was marked. Opposite Dast sat a pegasus with a dull yellow coat and a faded golden mane, Colonel Cloud Wing. He was tiredly filling out lists and documents, occasionally glancing at the grey earth pony.
“Here you are, Comrade Major,” said the Colonel, handing the documents to the grey stallion, “I give you 40 days, and I want you to be on the spot on the appointed date on the dot. Your salary will remain the same, 262 roubles and 50 kopecks. I'll provide you with a chauffeur, he'll take you to Zayatsk, and from there you'll take the train yourself. Major Klykov will take over for you during your time off.” Cloud Wing switched off the desk lamp and went to the window. “Where are you going in this blizzard anyway? It's impossible to see anything, and the Hearth’s Warming can be celebrated in the unit.”
“Home, of course,” Steel Dust approached the pegasus, “where else would a soldier go? And the blizzard... I think it'll clear up soon, besides, I don't think snow is a problem for ZAZ.
“Also true, Comrade Major. I won't take any more of your time, you're free to go. The chauffeur will be waiting for you at the second entrance, at about 9 a.m. If you are not late, you will be in Zayatsk by lunchtime.” The colonel answered him briefly and confidently.
“And... and you, Comrade Colonel, will you celebrate the New Year here in the unit?” asked the earth pony.
“Where else am I supposed to celebrate it? I've been in the army my whole life since the revolution, this is my home, I have nothing else, my son was killed in 1013 at Whinnyapolis, my wife... left me. So I'm gonna stay here and you, Dust, have fun for both of us, and yes, that's an order, understood?”
“Yes, Comrade Colonel, will be fulfilled in the best way,” Steel Dust saluted and with a smile on his face shouted, “I serve the Soviet Severyana!”
The next day the earth pony was already running along the parade ground, hastily putting on his woollen jacket and cap with a cockade and emblem. The sun was lazily rising, illuminating the snow heaps, which were slowly being raked up by the soldiers, and blinding eyes. Reaching checkpoint No. 2 and passing through the inspection by the checkpoint duty officer, Dust saw the ZAZ-69 assigned to him. He ran to the front passenger door and got into the vehicle, where he was met by the driver.
“Greetings, Comrade Major. Private Maksimov, I'm your driver. Where are we going today?” the driver asked Dust with a pronounced impatience.
“To Zayatsk, to the railway station.” After these words the car started off and drove along the wooded and snow-covered road. Shaking on the bumps and tilting from the undulations of the mountain roads. The sepulchral silence was interrupted by the private's question.
“Comrade Major, may I ask you something?” he asked the Major in a youthful, inquisitive voice.
“You may.”
“After Zayatsk, where are you planning to go?”
“Home...” Dust repeated again, but in a tired voice and leaning against the door window, “I'm going home.”
“And I'm going home, Comrade Major. Zayatsk is my home town. It seems like just a small dot on the map, but there are a lot of factories here. 20 years ago there were only 200,000 inhabitants, now it's fast approaching half a million. Another 20 years and I won't recognise my small homeland. And you, where are you from?”
“I'm from Krasivsk, private, but about 15 years ago I moved to Sladkiy with my family,” Steel Dust began to speak with a sneer, “so I'm both krasiviy and sladkiy. (meaning is handsome and sweet respectively, the pun has lost its original meaning in translation.)”
Close to the 1 p.m., Dust's ZAZ entered Zayatsk, heading down the main street towards the railway station. The wheels of the car moved through the snow, sometimes losing traction on slippery parts of the road. The whole town was decorated, with garlands, decorated fir-trees in some places, the town was waiting for the holiday.
“Comrade Major, I'll drop you off over there, opposite the main entrance, near the department store, further on foot, unfortunately I can't take you any closer. Passenger trains going to Sladkiy can be counted on the hooves of one pony, so I don't think you'll get lost,” Dust started to pack his things and put on his ushanka, which he had taken off on the road, “I wish you a happy journey!”
Steel Dust got out of the car and walked towards the station. The snow was crunching under his hooves, while he was passing the other ponies, anxious to get to the ticket office as early as possible and not be late. The old wound in his right hind leg, though healed, still reminded him of itself after almost 30 years, and prevented him from running too fast. He was light in his woollen officer's jacket, with only his passport, his military ID card, a few notes and coins, and a notebook with notes and phone numbers. The sun was almost at its zenith and brightly illuminated the city streets. The chimneys of the Zayatsk Automobile Plant, which provided the whole country with machinery, could be seen in the distance. Situated in the mountains and wilderness, Zayatsk remains a stronghold of civilisation. Built before the Revolution as a mine for mining crystals and iron, located near the rivers, it became by chance the cradle of this industrial titan. After buying his ticket, the stallion sat down on a wooden bench and took out his brass pocket watch, which showed 17 minutes past one, he still had about 40 minutes to spare. The honking of cars could be heard from the street and the station building itself was filled with creatures, not just ponies but griffons and even one changeling, to whom Steel Dust looked askance and snorted.
Announcements sounded, the clatter of locomotive wheels could be heard. The earth pony went up the overpass to the platform he needed. Here he was already standing in the crowd, where a long train of green colour was slowly rolling up, which was headed by a red and dirty TEP60. The train wasn't the longest. The grey stallion sat down on his seat in the coupe, climbed on his shelf and watched as another young earth pony of pastel green colour and a white mane, wearing glasses, fogged up from the sudden change of temperature, sat next to him, it was obvious that he was a student.
“Who will you be, my young friend?” Dust began abruptly, taking the young pony by surprise, causing him to freeze for a moment, before answering uncertainly
“Kotov... David.” he answered unsurely and sat down on the seat opposite him, wiping his glasses.
“Oh, don't be afraid,” Dust chuckled, “I'm not your superior, so you can relax. My name is Steel Dust.” The grey stallion extended his hoof to his companion.
David took his hoof and started shaking it, he had a smile on his face, he was now more confident after the acquaintance.
“How far are you travelling, soldier? Or will you get off in Stalliongrad?”
“It's a long way to Sladkiy. With all the stops, it's a two-day journey. And you, student?”
“To Zvezdopadovo, so in Krasivsk we split up. By late evening we'll be in Stalliongrad.” After these words there was silence in the coupe, the train started, and both ponies moved in one direction with a small push. There was only the clatter of the wheels against the thermal gaps, the hum of conversations from other parts of the wagon, and laughter. Outside the window were suburban, one-storey brick houses, and the roads where cars rolled back and forth. Soon they were over and now there were endless snow-covered coniferous forests and fields of state farms. Wanting to amuse himself with something and unable to endure the silence any longer, David decided to ask Dust, who was already lying on his shelf, and asked him with the curiosity typical of students “You're probably an intelligent pony, versed in politics and military affairs. Do you read the newspapers?”
“Why should I read them, it's a claptrap!” exclaimed the Major. “But I do receive a brief summary of what happened. Why such a question, David?”
“Did you hear what happened in Prištinaigh? I don't think the River Federation will stand for it, the Chancellor will definitely do–”
“The River Federation is too weak to do anything to the Griffon Empire, and the Empire will probably break its claws when it gets into the little Equestria of the East. They'll shake each other's limbs, mutually apologise, and the fact that troops there mutually fired on each other and demolished a village on the border is nothing. Because this is politics, and no one will start a war because of a couple of killed mares and stallions, but the people must be kept in suspense, how else will politicians defend their cottages and mahogany offices?”
“But it's not the first time and it wasn't this bloody before.”
“So what? Griffons can only respect strength, and on their continent there is only one type of relationship, slave and master. The one who is strong is the master, and as long as you stand over them with a raised stick, they will respect you, fawn over you, and sit back, but as soon as you give up the slack, they'll get cocky and show their temper. The River Federation is an ally of Equestria and they won't last long without each other. If the Griffon Empire goes East, Equestria will break their backs from the West, and if they go West, the River Ponies will do it,” Dust coughed. “Equestria is all fluffy and kind as long as it's profitable. The Great War has already shown what happens to its enemies, or should I remind you of how Blueblood razed the Great Hives to the ground? And the River Federation is just a pawn on the board, and as we know, in chess you can sacrifice a pawn for a larger figure. Except this isn't chess and a pawn here is a couple of thousand lives and after your grand victory, you'll have to face the mothers and wives of the dead.”
“Then, comrade, who do you think is right here? The Harmonists, the Imperials, or our revolutionary comrades from Prywhen?”
“No one, not even our own. No matter how genius Comrade Lunin or Comrade Vasiliy may be, we are faced with the fact that Equestria is stronger than us in everything, and they have more and stronger allies than we do. We're cornered,” Dust grinned, but his expression quickly changed to one of sadness, “and, alas, there is nothing we can do about it. We must not go into open confrontation. Ideas should be fought for, not died for.”
“What a crazy world!” exclaimed David. “We could have been friends, kissing, hugging, running round the field, but no, we have to go straight to war, pick up a rifle and go bang, bang, bang. Why is it so?”
“Because when it comes to money, many people forget about friendship and honour. Once upon a time, the Equestrians owned the whole world, including the Griffon Empire. The first to want to screw Equestria in return were the Changelings, and as a result Chrysalis is now a statue in Canterlot Gardens, with at least six million Changelings left to rot in the ground forever, not counting civilians. And how many Equestrians died in botched meat assaults blamed on their commanders? But look at them, standing proudly on parade, all polished and medalled. Now the Griffons want to try their luck. It's the Equestrians' own fault, they let the Empire get stronger,” the Major sighed deeply and heavily. “The crazy thing about it is that neither I, nor you, nor anyone else here can influence it. If one of the Princesses orders it, the Equestrian ponies that only yesterday were living peacefully will start killing.”
“So you think there will be a war after all?” David asked, his ears slowly lowering.
“Of course, only an optimist with rose-coloured glasses would believe that everything will be fine. Obviously, they won't strike directly, as long as the Griffons have room to grow. Most likely the Empire will try to advance in Zebrica, but will probably fail there, because Harmony has 3 bastions there, Kiria, Aris and Arabia.
“Then why is Equestria so afraid of Stalliongrad? You've seen the map, how small our country is and how huge Equestria and its allies are. According to you, we're in great danger, but the radio said that in a year's time, in case of war, there would be a red proletarian banner over Canterlot Castle...” the student asked uncertainly.
“Because Princesses are afraid of social ferment. The ponies of Equestria still remember that Stalliongrad is their friend. Sure, they try their best to forget that fact. Vasiliy was wrong to compromise and give up the Changeling Workers' Republic in favour of returning the Severyanian territories. Perhaps the expectation was that the changlings wouldn't accept the occupation and would turn against Equestria. It would be a stab in the back, but I don't think S.M.I.L.E. is stupid enough not to see any movement in that direction, although the bugs are good at hiding their emotions.
“May I ask you a provocative question?”
“Shoot.”
“And are you, as a soldier, going to be involved in the war or are you just serving for perks and a pay?”
“Excuse me?” Dust asked, puzzled.
“You sound like a worrywart that the first to give up his position and go to bow to the Princesses. Of course there will be no peaceful solution, but the enemy must be met face to face, as Sinister Serov commanded, without compromise. You recognise the victory of capitalism over the workers' movement, the last Major centre of which is here in Severyana.” he said wryly.
“You... you bastard, how dare you?” Dust came up to him, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up “I took an oath before you were even born, almost died at Sorif in 18th. When my time comes, I'll do it again, of course, what are you talking about?! I'd advise you to keep such questions to yourself before you get maimed. I'm not going to punch you in the face, but someone else will, and with great pleasure.”
“All right, all right, no more questions.”
The Major let him go, he was indeed a patriot of his country, ready to sacrifice himself for it, but he didn't want to send green, untrained soldiers to senseless slaughter. He lowered his head and looked thoughtfully at the table. With a heavy sigh he replied
“Honestly... I don't want that to happen. Now, can we cut the chatter before we both get in trouble and get in a fight?”
The rest of the journey was relatively uneventful. David buried his head in his books and made no more sound. By evening the train was approaching the city of labour glory, Stalliongrad. Even on the approach to it, among the endless industrial chimneys and the smoke coming out of them, a majestic building, the Palace of Soviets, was visible. Awe-inspiring and the majesty of the genius that created this ferroconcrete wonder. The proud and tall statue of Steel Stallion towered above the endless little streets and multi-storey houses. And then, with a jingling squeak of brakes, the carriage bogies came to a halt. Steel Dust took out his watch, it read eight o'clock in the evening. He got up quietly and left the carriage, heading for the station buffet, as he had no food with him. He returned at half-past nine, well-fed and with a gift of a couple of buns and a new issue of the magazine for his son, Arctic Spirit, which featured on its cover a large Equestrian Avro Vulcan tailless strategic bomber painted in a camouflage of sky-grey and earth-green. A few hours later, at night, the train started moving, leaving behind the snow-covered stone jungle on both sides of the railway tracks, back into the unbridled dark forests where the spruce trees spread their mossy paws to shield the snow from the day and night light. The carriage was quiet and the lights were out, but Dust wasn't about to fall into the realm of dreams. His gaze was drawn to the moon, here, on a quiet December night, without the light pollution of the cities, Faust's moon was perfectly visible. The Major savoured this moment of peace and tranquillity, something that everyone lacked in their present life. But all of this was treacherously interrupted by another train that was heading opposite, towards Stalliongrad. It was a cargo train, and the cargo it carried quickly reminded the stallion of the times in which he lived. On many platforms were military lorries, the latest T-64 series tanks, PT-76's, SPH 2S3's, and yet unknown to him anti-aircraft missile systems, with a launcher for 4 missiles and on a 6-wheeled chassis. After such a sharp return to reality, fatigue caught up with him again, and he decided to go to bed, because there were still many hours of exhausting road ahead, and then several hours of travelling on foot. In the morning Dust was already in Zlatotsvet, and by lunchtime he was in Krasivsk.
“It's time for me, soldier,” said David, who had already packed his things. “Here I'm changing trains to Zvezdopadovo.”
“Tell me, comrade student, you live in Zvezdopadovo?” asked the Major putting his feet on each other.
“No way, I'm going further, to the Republic of Nova Griffonia, to build the Guidonuovo HPP. We will build a collective happy communist future!” replied David.
“In that case, student, I wish you a happy journey and new labour feats.”
Before leaving the coupe, David turned and looked at the grey earth pony from over his shoulder
“And I'm sorry again, I don't know what came over me.” Dust nodded silently in his direction and watched David leave the carriage in silence.
Left alone, Dust looked at his hometown again, where, alas, he couldn't walk once more, for the stop wasn't long. The train started up again, leaving behind another stronghold of civilisation. White patterns of hoarfrost glistened on the glass, drawing out various figures, augmented by imagination. Among the pearly branches, Dust could see the figure of a white pony. One that reminded him of his wife, Anna. Fond memories began to warm his soul, he remembered travelling with her on the same train in 1024, returning from the Konzan Military School. They had been so into each other that day that Dust had travelled with her all the way to Sladkiy, resulting in him having to go back to Krasivsk afterwards. At 3:20 pm local time, he reached Sladkiy. Exiting the railway station, he ran through the familiar snow-covered streets of his town. Making his way through the crowd, Dust hastily managed to get into the PAZ, nearly pinching his tail with the doors. In a couple of minutes the Major was already walking through Victory Park, in the centre of which a concrete memorial had been built. Walking along the tiled road, among the large dark fir trees, in complete silence he approached the red five-pointed star in the centre of which tongues of bright flame were flickering. Around the fire were stone slabs with countless lists of those who hadn't returned home. Behind the flame was the figure of a soldier, in overcoat and helmet, holding a SVETA rifle in his hooves, above him was the red inscription “1011-1018”. In his hooves, Dust was crumpling a bouquet of red peonies, a symbol of spilled blood and valour. As he gazed at the monument, memories began to flash in the Major's mind, making his head droop and his ears flatten against his head.
Back then, in December 1018, as part of a separate 438th Rifle Regiment, his company was tasked with taking and holding the height 1056 in the marshes to cover the 5th Guards Tank Brigade forces moving towards the lake. The Chrysalis Empire had already all but fallen, Vesalipolis had been taken by the Equestrian forces, and Ditrysium was not long to go. The northern group of troops had moved on to Soryth, to Key Lake, where it was rumoured that the changlings were developing a secret weapon against the Alicorns. He had been a sergeant in those years, commanding a rifle squad. He no longer remembered everything that had happened then, it was all jumbled together. He remembered how they had received orders to hold the height until the main forces approached, how his company had been transported to the position on a number of lorries, how they had entrenched themselves. The terrain was hilly and forested, but the height his company held was particularly rocky and therefore lacked dense vegetation. Over several days of fighting, the company survived several assaults with mortar fire. The company's numbers dwindled exponentially until it almost completely lost combat effectiveness. Soon permission to withdraw was granted and then the company commander, forever imprinted in his memory, standing with a bloody bandage covering half of his disfigured face, gave the order to withdraw, leaving Dust's squad reinforced with a heavy DShK machine gun to cover the withdrawal. Five riflemen and two machine gunners held off the changelings until they were all killed. Left alone, with almost no ammunition, Dust was hit by a burst from a changeling MG12 machine gun. Pinned to a ravine, bleeding from wounds on his hind leg, he was rescued at the crucial moment by pegasi, not from the Red Army, but from the Equestrian Pegasi Division, as could be deduced from the patches on their uniforms and weapons. After these events, Dust received the Order of Courage and was sent to the hospital, where he met the Victory. Remembering what had happened before, his fellow soldiers who had stayed there, the pegasi who had saved him but were now his enemies, he wilted and slowly laid the bouquet down. After standing for another couple of minutes in silence, punctuated by the sound of the gas burner and gusts of wind, stallion finally moved on. Slowly and confidently galloping along the snow-covered narrow streets he opened the entrance door, running into the high-rise where his flat was located, he climbed the stairs actively and excitedly waving his tail. Here it was, the cherished door, upholstered in brown leather, with the number 46. The key inserted in the lock opened it quite easily, and the Major crossed the threshold. A mare of about 40, with white fur and maroon mane, came out of the kitchen.
“Well, back home, soldier boy?” she asked with a smile, leaning against the wall.
“Anna!” he exclaimed, running up to her, “It's been so long.” Dust hugged his wife tightly, rubbing his neck against her and pressing his weight a little.
Anna grabbed his sides sharply with her hooves “Why haven't I received any messages from you? I was beginning to worry, what if your Mountain Rifle unit had already been sent to the Blackrock mountains? Or do you want me to get a funeral and your beloved mare to be in grief forever?”
“Heh, and you're still as keen and attentive as ever. I didn't have a chance, the letter wouldn't have reached you in time, and I couldn't get to Zayatsk to telegraph or telephone. Well, as you can see, I'm safe and sound.” With these words he began to rub his muzzle against her nose.
“Well, in that case, if you would be so kind,” she said in a quiet and calm voice, closing her eyes snidely, “you could wipe up the puddle beneath you.”
Dust looked down and saw a puddle underneath him, made from the snow on his ushanka and jacket. He smiled embarrassedly, showing his teeth “Yeah, yeah, okay. Where's Spirit? Where's my favourite colt? He should have been home by now, if memory serves. It's been almost a year since we've seen each other.”
“Dust, you know very well that he's an aeromodeller and that his club is until 7 o'clock in the evening, and now it's only fifteen to five. So are you going to stand there like a statue or will you come in and have a cup of tea?”
“I'd love to, but even more than that, I'd love to have something to eat.”
“Be patient, Cossack, you will become an ataman! The cabbage soup is almost ready.” Anna said, returning to the kitchen, wagging her tail. Dust followed her, on the cooker he saw a large pot with orange-yellow bubbling liquid inside, with cabbage and potatoes in it, probably the added tomatoes or tomato paste gave such colour to the liquid. Anna stood and stirred the contents. “What, are you watching your subordinate, Comrade Major?” she asked flirtatiously.
“That's right, Comrade Junior Lieutenant, the senior is simply obliged to keep an eye on the junior and give out his valuable instructions to ensure that everything is at its best.”
She said to him with a chuckle “This isn't an army, Dust. You'd better get some sleep, you must be tired from the journey.”
Dust left the kitchen and headed for his son's room, which was a little further down the corridor from the kitchen. It was clean and tidy, almost completely empty. A money tree grew on the windowsill in a large white pot. Green curtains hung on the sides, and a made-up bed stood to the right. A wooden engineless glider hung on the wall, next to it, above the desk, hung a portrait of Vasiliy Wheatin. On the bookshelf, among many literary books mixed with Marxist literature, stood a metal model of a twin-engine An-24. Looking round the room, Dust was extremely pleased. He left on the table his present in the form of a technical magazine bought in Zayatsk. After that the stallion lay down on the sofa in the hall, his eyelids growing heavy, his bulky body reflected in the black screen of the TV “Record”. Eventually his thoughts and memories of the day calmed down and soon he fell asleep. He woke up feeling the warm breath on his face, opening his eyes he saw the silver face of Spirit, his 13 year old son. When he saw that he had woken his father a smile appeared on the foal's face.
“Dinner's ready, Mum said to wake you up.”
With a yawn, Dust sat down on the couch, patting his son “Did you miss me, Spirit?”
“How could I not? Of course I was expecting you to come for New Year.”
“Did you see what I brought you, what I left on your desk?”
“Of course! Thank you, Dad, it takes a long time to get one of these and it's hard to find one anywhere.” He replied happily, his tail wagging frantically.
“Let's go before Mum starts swearing.” Dust said, getting up and leading his son behind him.
The whole family was gathered, Anna and Spirit had already started their meal while Steel Dust was tuning the radio to the Petershoof Radio frequency. As soon as the white noise faded into intelligible words, the voice of an announcer came from the speaker
“...In these threatening and difficult days for the world proletariat, the heroic people of Severyana firmly declare: We will not abandon the burgeoning flame of the Changeling Proletarian Revolution. We will not leave our comrades alone in the face of world imperialism and the military! Supporting the statement of Comrade Wheatin, who has issued a serious warning to the arrogant Equestrian Princesses, we calmly say: Keep your hooves away from the United Hives! Down with the humiliating terms of the Vesalipolis Peace Treaty, which drove the already exsanguinated changelings to armed rebellion under red banners!”
Dust tried to take his mind off the subject and switch the station to listen to music, but found only another news broadcast
“The situation in Vesalipolis is escalating, with reports that the bourgeois pro-Equestrian government has been captured by Nationale Volksarmee fighters. Our sources also report fighting in the streets of the cities...”
As they heard this Steel Dust fell into thought while Anna's pupils narrowed, her breathing quickened, and sweat began to appear on her body
“Another war?! Dust... Tell me they won't send our troops there.”
“Anna, not in front of the child.”
“Yes, of course. Spirit, please wait in your room and close the door. Mum and Dad need to talk privately.” The foal nodded quietly, clearly upset that he would have to miss this conversation, and left the kitchen. When they heard the door to his bedroom close, Dust answered her
“Anna, let's not jump to conclusions. They might not send them. It could be a lie. It may be disinformation, but it's possible. Back in 1018, we left changelings with nothing, and the Princesses put up their puppet Thorax, and now it looks like they have had enough.”
“Dust, I don't want to, I don't believe it, I can't take it again,” tears welled up in her eyes, “we won't survive another massacre, and they don't want it either. You're a veteran, you've seen what Equestria looked like after that war. Empty grey streets with no one around but mares. Even here, at the factory my mum worked at, it was just kids and mares. My father didn't come back, missing in action, instead of him there was a funeral and a photograph, mother was alone, and there were two of us. My younger sister and I used to go to the collective farm field by ourselves, just to have something to eat. Don't leave us, please.”
“You know without me what kind of world we live in, eternal wars are inevitable until we build a new world, not even Princesses can fix it. What is the point of millions of dead if the lesson is never learnt?”
“What if they use magic bombs? The kind that are one per city.”
“They'll be used, sooner or later, but they're not saved for us, they're saved for the Griffons”, he walked over to her and hugged her “Everything will be fine.”
Steel Dust stroked her back and wiped away her tears. In his heart he was aware that nothing good was going to happen. The world was once again facing a crisis, the solution to which would probably be found in war. The future of millions of beings remained bleak and murky....
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The Summoner: Awakening Form Slumber (Rewrite)
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A long time ago there were many races from ponies to humans, however, as time moved forward, so did mysteries of how humans disappeared. further more mysteries as to why they are being Summoned now.
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<p>Hello dear viewer and welcome to the story of the Summoner. many of you might remember the story from years ago. I have decided to rewrite it and change quite a bit, but still keeping the main plot intact.</p><p>This is a story that’s more than just adventure, or action, but mystery, betrayal, and conquest. Watch as the last Human King rises to power and reforms the human empire. furthermore, you will begin to see what happened and how the Deer King would react to the fate of his people. Will he be able to conquer the darkness or will he be consumed by it?</p>
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(Prologue)
Darkness was all that I could see. Endless darkness. There was nothing I could do, nothing I could see. Am I dead? Or is this Purgatory?
I could not remember what happened to me. I have faded memories of my hands. Yet no matter how hard I tried I could not move them. They were people in my memory too, but they were too blurry. I can only remember one name. Lee.
Suddenly one of the memories became very less blurry. I could easily see myself running through thick woods. There was something chasing me… No Us… There he was. Lee was running beside me. He had brown hair with brown eyes, along with a scruffy beard. He had some sort of black cloth as clothing along with some chain mill. There was a sword on his right hip, with his hand, held on the handle.
However, Suddenly he stopped as he turned around. “Go your majesty I will hold them off.” He yelled at me as he drew his sword. It took me a second to stop and turn around, looking into the darkness that was the forest. I could feel whatever was chasing us getting closer.
My mouth started to move on its own. “I'm not leaving you. I’m not losing you too." Suddenly I drew my own sword. my arm is covered in black leather armour. “I wouldn’t get any farther than you anyway. The whole kingdom is falling. If we fight, we fight together.”
So there we both stood ready for whatever was going to face us. However instead of a fight, all we got to see was a blinding light appear out of the darkness of the forest. and then nothing.
Is that how I ended up here? Is that how I died?
Wait, no, there is the same light I can see it getting closer I can see-
Trees…
My eyes slowly blinked as the leaves of the tree were blocking off the sun only once in a while. but I just laid there breathing. I was alive, But I still don’t remember anything else.
The sun was starting to annoy me with its constant jabs into my eyes, so I decided to get up straight. Only to find myself in nearly the exact same spot as my memory. A few things were different, but I couldn’t put my finger on why.
I got up quickly, “Lee.” I called out I didn’t know who he really was, but my memory of me seems to trust him. However, no matter where I looked, he was nowhere to be found.
As I tried standing up, but my legs gave in, and I fell. My body felt so weak. so hungry and so thirsty. I also felt a little pressure from behind, and when I turned around I looked. I realised I had a whole fox tail. The thing moved as if it had a mind of its own swing from left to right. However, my attention was brought away from my tail when I heard the sound of running water. There was a River nearby. I quickly got up again, even to the protest of my body. Started making my way over to the river. Stumbling and falling only a couple of times.
However, as I was making my way closer and closer, I could hear the sounds getting closer, but I felt like I wasn’t getting there. I continued to push my body and eventually after 15 minutes of walking, I stumbled upon surprisingly a pretty calm river. Even though it was pretty loud. I didn’t care as I quickly dove my head into the river. The water looked so clean and fresh, and when I drank from it. It was amazing.
Popping my head out of the water, I allowed myself to look at my reflection, And that’s when I noticed that I also had fox ears on the top of my head. I was still wearing the armour for my memory, along with the sword attached to my hip. However, the strangest thing was to my left hip There was a book attached to it. I proceeded to grab it, but that’s when I heard a noise behind me. I heard the sounds of a kid scream. Then a loud “HELP”
My heart began to race. I began to hesitate and wonder what I should do. I don’t even know what’s going on fully and I might only make the situation worse. or just get myself killed. so perhaps-
“You know what you need to do?” my eyes widen at the familiarity of the voice. I proceeded to look at my reflection, and I saw myself staring back only this time he didn’t share am I surprised to look.
The reflection stared back into my eyes, almost directly into my soul. “Get up!” it spoke to me.
I heard the cry again as I turned around to look for the source. However, I couldn’t see anything through the thick forest. when I turned back to look at my reflection, it was back to normal, as if it never spoke to me.
However, the words of my reflection stung to my heart, as I felt my body react without my permission. The next thing I knew I stood up and ran towards the sound.
That little bit of water seemed to help my body get back in the focus as I felt myself running faster and faster. Soon the rocks and sticks on the ground were tripping me up due to how fast I was going, but I did not stop. A child was in danger and I was going to rescue them.
But no matter how far I ran it felt like I wasn’t getting any closer. However, the noises were getting louder. I could hear the sounds of running, however, they did not sound similar to me. there had to be at least two if not three people running due to the uneven sounds.
Finally a loud scream broke through the forest as I felt myself getting close. I could hear the sounds of a sword being unsheathed while my heart was beating faster than my steps.
I don’t know why, but I had a feeling behind the next bush in front of me. I will be in front of my target. And without hesitation, my body reacted without my input. I unsheathed my own sword as I swung as soon as I made my way out of the bush.
A loud noise rang through my ear as I felt my sword, strike metal and cut through
(Diamond Tiara POV)
(Four hours earlier)
Today is my birthday! And it’s going to be one of the best days ever! Everypony will congratulate me. and this day will be about me! I get to be the centre of attention without trying and finally father is going to take me out on a vacation to Canterlot!
All I have to do is wait until school is done. and I swear it couldn’t go by any faster. It didn't help that Scootaloo was practically falling asleep during class which didn’t help me focus and made me tired as well.
However, I made sure to stay focussed so that way I didn’t have grades like a blank flank. if I had grades like her, my mother would kill me.
Thankfully, the bell rang for us to go home. so I quickly packed up my things. I noticed Silverspoon approach me. I smiled and greeted her. she had already given me my gift earlier, a brand new silverware set and a good thing to my other one who was about to be a month old.
However, I had to see her off as her family had already made plans this week as well. I bid her farewell as I left the school.
I noticed the cutie mark crusaders, or the blank fling group, cheerfully run out of the school at the same time as me. I felt something inside me grow bitter as I felt like I needed to say something. “See you when the weekends are over blank flanks” I felt satisfied with myself, however unlike normal this time Apple Bloom and sweetie Belle didn’t pay me any attention this time and said they were running towards… their sisters…
Something bothered me about the way they were looking at each other the way that they were smiling at each other… I felt… a bit jealous…
I shook my head, trying to hide my frown. sure my mother isn’t as affectionate, but she still cares…. And yeah, my dad is busy all the time, but he spoils me with gifts.
I tried turning away and making my way back to my house. However, I did not notice the eyes that were looking at me as I left.
After a bit of a walk, I made my way over to the more fancy and upper part of ponyville, which isn’t that big. there’s only a single street with such rich houses and civil folk. I made my way proudly towards my house, making sure to keep my head held high.
I opened my door as I said “Mom! Dad! I’m home!…”
Yet to my surprise, I was met with a dark house and silence. I was a bit confused at first but I guess that must be working a bit later than expected. I’m sure he’ll show up soon.
However I didn’t realise soon would be one hour. I had everything ready and packed to go. And I could see my mother walking up to the house. I felt my heart flurry with excitement ready to spend the weekend with my mom and dad. when she opened the door, I was ready to pounce on my mother and hug her. However, my mother stuck out a hand preventing me from giving her a hug.
“sorry darling I don’t have any time for hugs right now I’m going to miss the train… oh, where did I leave it?”
“What are you looking for Mom? Maybe I can help you find it.” I offered.
“My second purse sweetie… Mommy left something important in there and I need to get it before I go.” I remembered seeing her purse when I came home and I was about to go get it when something just clicked in my head about what she said.
“before you go… Don’t you mean before we go?” I asked, however, deep in my heart, I already knew the answer.
“Oh, no sweetie, I guess I forgot to tell you, but there’s been a last-minute change of plans.” she spoke in a half hearted tone.
“But today’s my birthday…” my words, pleated.
But were met on deaf ears. “That's no excuse for your slacking in school. Did you see the last test you got? I’m starting to think you didn’t study.”
I felt my heart breaking. “But I got a B+ on the last test…”
“Ha.” My mother scoffed. “You might as well consider that B an F. You had a perfect streak going of A’s, and A+’s. Now it’s all ruined. Thanks to that one B.”
“But…” “Don’t talk back to your mother, I'm not finished!” She interrupted me. “It wasn’t just the fact that you got a B. It’s the fact that you got a B in the easiest class! How did you not get an A in language!? You’re currently speaking it right now, are you stupid!?”
I felt myself on the verge of tears… “No mother…”
“Are you sure because this B is telling me that you failed language! Is this how you repay me after everything I’ve done for you!? You get lazy and stop studying!” She said with rage.
I couldn’t even reply as she was ranting at me.
“That’s why I convinced your father that we’re going without you, You need to take this weekend to study. You really should be thanking me, I even got you a dictionary for your birthday present.” She smiled at me however I felt nothing but a sinister look from her.
“…Thank… You…” I whispered
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” my mother said. still giving me that sinister smile.
“Thank you, Mother” I repeated a bit louder.
“Good now if you excuse me, I need to- Ah there it is.” Without too much thought. She grabbed her second purse and walked out the door. And just like that she was gone.
I silently moved towards the fridge as I opened it. I noticed there was a single slice of cake from one of my favourite shops in canterlot. I noticed a note from my father that said, ‘Happy Birthday Sweetheart. I’ll miss you while we’re gone.’
I slowly took it out and sat at the kitchen table. I grabbed one of the new forks that silver spoon got me today as I began to dig in.
However, something was ruining my cake. As I was eating, I noticed that my cake was starting to get soggy and wet. It took me a minute to realise that I was crying on my cake… Today was my birthday. Ponies have congratulated me and given me gifts. today was supposed to be about me and now I eat here all alone.
(Knock) (Knock) (Knock)
I let out a sharp gasp as I heard the knock at my door and at first I thought it might’ve been mother coming to pick me up to take me with her but I quickly realised she would’ve just walked in. I let out a sigh as I made my way over to the door. “Whoever you are, you just missed my mother and father” I said, as I began to open the door.
However, to my surprise, it was the blank flanks Scootaloo. The words left in my mouth as I looked at her and she looked back at me.
“Hey.” Scootaloo, said in that brash voice of hers.
(Scootaloo’s POV)
I noticed Diamond Tiara making her way towards her home. she looked bitter when she was looking at my friends, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle. If I had to guess she was probably thinking of some mean joke about blank flanks. But at the same time she looked more bitter than usual maybe even a bit Jealous. Although if she was jealous, I don’t know why. it’s her birthday today isn’t it? Scootaloo couldn’t go 15 minutes without being told by one of her classmates that it was Diamond Tiara‘s birthday.
Normally, when Diamond tiara has a birthday, she invites most of the class, emphasis on most. me and my friends are normally excluded due to us being ‘blank flanks.’ However, from what I’ve heard she wasn’t doing that today. from what I’ve heard she was going to canterlot for the weekend.
However, what I noticed was strange is that I saw her mother and father, making their way towards the train station without her. Her father, Filthy Rich expressed worries about leaving their daughter home alone; However, her mother seemed to reassure Filthy Rich that it was the best for her to study.
I’m not gonna lie on most days. I wouldn't feel bad for Diamond Tiara... on most days… However, today was her birthday, and I know better than any pony out how it feels to be alone on your birthday…
So here I am standing in front of the door with a chocolate bar in hand as a birthday gift. she’ll probably call me a blank flank and to get out of here but at least I tried. I felt anxious, but I decided to just get it over with and knock on the door.
It took a minute, but eventually Diamond Tiara open the door. “Whoever you are, you just missed my mother and father.” Only for her to stop in her tracks when she noticed who it was. At first I had some snarky comment that I was going to make, However, I immediately noticed her eyes were a bit puffy and red from crying. so my mind said the next thing that I could think of. “Hey.”
Immediately, I could tell that she wanted to close the door so I decided to act first. I held out the chocolate bar as I said, "Happy Birthday.”
I could see the surprise look on her face. Her hand hesitantly reached out and grabbed the chocolate bar as if it would crumble into dust within a second.
“listen, I know we don’t get on the right foot most of the time… Tartarus I don’t even know why i'm still here… I guess I just wanted to wish you happy birthday and I hope you enjoy it…” I felt very awkward, looking towards her before I slowly began to turn around and walk away.
“Wait!” diamond tiara shouted. I was surprised by the tone in her voice, and it was showing on my face when I turned around to look at her.
She looked at me almost a bit afraid. and it seemed like she was debating on what she was going to do. When she finally spoke, I wasn’t expecting what she asked.
“Do you wanna come inside?” We both stared at each other for what must’ve been like 5 minutes. before I finally said “what?”
“Inside! You know, my place!” she yelled a bit irritated. then something unexpected happened. all of her anger, annoyance and irritation left in a blink of an eye as she looked apologetic and sad. “sorry… I didn’t mean to yell.”
Diamond tiara apologises to me… to me… a blank flank…
“Are you sure you’re diamond tiara?” I say, in a teasing tone.
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” She Yelled. Stomping her hoof.
I couldn’t help myself. “I mean you’re not acting like yourself, you could be a changeling.”
Her face went from pink to red. “If you didn’t want to come in, just say NO!” As she was about to close the door I quickly placed my hand on the door, and stopped her. “But I didn’t say no.”
She gave me a look of surprise, and it took her a second to respond. She shook her head and looked at me. “fine you can come on in but you better not dirty the place.” she said as she opened the door. To my surprise, the house was quite dark. All of the magical light bulbs were currently turned off.
“thanks… Where is everyone?” I asked as I walked in, not noticing the sad look.
“I umm… didn’t… want to party this year…” she said,
However, I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “What are you kidding? You were talking about going on the canterlot weeks, gosh, you wouldn’t shut up about it.”
I was expecting some sort of comeback, maybe even an insult. However, when I heard nothing, I turned around and I realised maybe I spoke too much. she was looking down at the floor, and she looked like she was almost on the verge of tears.
“whoa, wait, I didn’t mean…” There was an awkward silence between us, as I didn’t know what to say. I kind of felt like a flackhole. “How about we do something fun.”
My question seemed to distract her from her sadness as she began to think for a moment. “Yeah sure what do you want to do? Makeup, shopping, gossip.”
I couldn’t help but just stare at her for a second. “I said something fun, not that stuff.”
“What are you talking about? That ‘stuff’ is fun.” she said defensively.
“Diamond you just turned 13 today you’re definitely too young for makeup. I’m pretty sure your parents have bought you everything you need and you definitely don’t need anymore clothes. You wear a different outfit every day of school for years. and I don’t care about gossip.” I said looking at her.
“First of all.” she countered. “My mother says I need to practise putting makeup on when I’m young so that way I’m a master at it when I grow up. and second of all of course I change my clothes every day. Once you use them they’re garbage.”
“I let out a long sigh as I looked at her and said. We can argue about that later. Why don’t we go outside? maybe you need to do something new.” I offered.
“Why would I wanna play in the mud and strain my body? That sounds like a lot of work and very little pay off.” she said, sounding disgusted at the idea.
“Come on, you gotta trust me on this one. all I’m asking is that you do one thing” I said to her with a smile
(Five minutes later)
“Here we are” I said, as we made it over to the area where I practise my scooter skills. There are a couple makeshift wooden ramps that I can go up and down.
“You brought us all the way here for that thing!” she said, dumbfounded and angry.
“That ‘thing’ is my scooter.” I shot back in annoyance. “listen, I invited you out here so if you don’t want to hang then I won’t stop you from leaving.”
She hesitated for a second for shaking her head, and letting out a sigh. “Fine, we’ll play with the stupid scooter.”
“Oh, come on don’t be like that” I showed in protest. “haven’t you ever done rollerblading, skating or maybe even biking.” The only answer I got was silence. Which was an answer in itself.
“Come on, I'll show you how to ride a scooter. It’s fun and maybe we can try a few ramps!” I said excitedly
“I don’t know. Mom said that I shouldn’t do anything that is too dangerous or they could get me too dirty.” She said looking a bit worried.
“Dangerous? really? It’s a bucking scooter. it’s not gonna kill you to try to get on it. Come on, I'll show you how to ride it and you won’t get dirty… as long as you don’t fall.” I couldn’t help myself at the end.
She looked nervous. However, eventually she gave in. “Fine.” she said as she went to pick up the scooter.
“not like that.” I said stopping her. “like this.” I put my hoof at the edge of the deck of the scooter. then I simply pressed down on the edge to lift the scooters handlebars up as I proceeded to grab them.
“All right, just place your hooves on the deck of the scooter” However, she looked at me confused. “You know how I ride the scooter. Just place your hooves here” I say, pointing at the deck.
“But I can’t balance on this thing, it only has two wheels.” she tried to protest.
“I’ll hold onto you, you gotta trust me. I’ll give you the push at the start and then you can start doing it on your own. It’s really easy once you get going.” Again she looked at me hesitant before finally getting on. I hold her by the waist, making sure to keep her balance.
“OK, are you ready?” I didn’t wait for her to respond as I proceeded to start pushing her.
“Wait-“ whatever she was going to say, she cut herself off and she tried to focus on keeping balance.
I pushed her around for a little bit, and at first, I didn’t think she was having much fun, however slowly, but surely that frown on her face, and look of worry, turned softer, and it looked like she was even smiling. After about five minutes of pushing her around, she started to laugh a little bit.
“Ha… This is fun…” she said, with a smile.
“All right, I’m gonna let you go and you gotta push yourself now.” I said to her.
“Wait, but I still don’t know how this thing works!” She tried to protest, but I cut her off.
“You already know what to do, just keep your balance and step on the floor and push yourself forward to get speed.” I said, as I kept pushing her as I felt myself getting tired running her around.
“I believe in you,” I say to her.
Before I allowed her to protest, I let her go, forcing her to act on her own. I was getting tired anyways.
And thankfully, she did, as I said, placed her hoof on the ground and pushed her forward. She was riding a scooter all by herself. and it looked like she was having a lot of fun.
However, as I was catching my breath, I noticed she started going towards a bit of a slope back towards town. Before I could do anything, she was already taking the slope and increasing speed down the hill. However, she was doing good but the only problem was it looked like she was about to run right into a stallion…. Wait, is that stallion wielding a sword…
(Diamond Tiara POV)
I noticed I was starting to go downhill and at first I wasn’t worried. for once I felt free. The wind was blowing in my hair and I didn’t have a care in the world. I was truly free.
That was until I saw a Stallion in front of me that I was about to crash into. I panicked and tried to stop myself, however, I just proceeded to fall and tumble onto the dirty Ground.
Mother was going to kill me.
“Ow”, I groaned in pain.
“Well, if it isn’t my lucky day.” I heard a deep voice come from the stallion as I proceeded to look at him. However, I wish I didn’t as I realised what faction the stallion was a part of. The leather armour, the sword on his side. The scars on his face along with the banner of the rebel forces. however, the rebels were supposed to be far south east why were they in ponyville?
I froze as I looked at him. Father told me to stay away if I ever saw someone that was part of the rebel forces however, I just couldn’t move. my heart was pounding in my chest as I looked up at him in fear.
“You know you are worth a lot of bits. why don’t you come quietly and-“ (Smack) He was interrupted with the sound of metal smacking bone. A scooter came into my field of view and swung around striking right at his knee. “My Bucking knee!” he screamed in pain.
That’s when I noticed it was a Scootaloo that struck him in the knee. She dropped her scooter and ran over to me. immediately she grabbed me by the shoulder and said “Run!”
I felt myself breakout of trance when she said that as I immediately got up and began to run with her. At first we tried to go around him and back into town but we quickly noticed several other stallions along with griffins that were a part of the rebel forces blocking the street.
I felt dread as it looked like we were cut off from the town. but then suddenly a mare seemed to appear from the crowd, proceeding to extend her hands, striking the stallions in the jaw. In an instant two stallions dropped unconscious. I don’t even know where she came from. It was almost like she appeared out of nowhere. and I don’t think I've ever seen her before. She had a blue coat and a nice yellowish gold main. Along with bright blue eyes.
“Get out of here kids! The rebels are attacking the town!” She yelled at us as she used her magic to lift up one of the griffins, and slam them to the ground. Wait, wasn’t she an earth pony just a moment ago…
Scootaloo yanked me from my thoughts as she was pulling me by the hand. Scootaloo, Seem to have some sense, and tried to avoid the town, and she was leading me towards… the Everfree forest…. Buck…
“We can’t go in there! It's too dangerous.” I protested
“trust me, I know the way, I snuck into the ever for many times we just need to get to Zecora” she reassured me. I was going to protest again however, the first stallion was making his way towards us, however, not at full sprint.
I decided to trust Scootaloo as we began to make a way into the Everfree forest.
We kept running along the path trying to escape our pursuer however, they were beginning to recover and become faster. They were a grown earth pony Stallion too. eventually will lose the endurance, and will be caught.
We kept running as fast as we could, but he was getting closer and closer. Eventually, I let out a scream as Scootaloo shouted for help.
The stallion taunted us. “No one’s coming, just give up!”
I didn’t want to believe him, but I was starting to lose hope, and then I tripped. my leg got caught underneath a branch as I felt a twist in an awkward way as I let out a gasp of pain. I could no longer run.
To my surprise, Scootaloo immediately stopped and tried to help me. I felt my eyes watering as I looked at her trying to get me to continue running. All of those times I bullied her and was mean to her and now she was trying to help me. I couldn’t run anymore, but maybe she could get out of here.
“You have to run!” I said desperately. “I'll just slow you down. He wants me after all, you have a chance to escape and get to Zecora.”
At first, she looked at me surprised, and then a look of anger went on her face, but one of determination. “Are you Bucking stupid? I’m not gonna leave you here.”
“there you are.” I felt shivers go down my spine as I heard the stallion catch up to us.
Once again, to my surprise, Scootaloo placed herself in between me and him. I wanted to scream at her to run to get away and not throw her life away. but I couldn’t speak. My eyes were watering with tears, and I could barely catch my breath.
“Get out of my way.” he said, “or I’ll cut you down.” He was serious; he wasn't going to hesitate against a kid.
However Scootaloo’s only stood there, raising her fist in defence. “Buck you.” I never heard her so cold even against me.
However, the stallion only smiled statistically as he proceeded to raise his sword. I couldn’t watch as I had to look away.
But then there was the sound of metal scraping against the metal.
The stallion was just standing there, not moving, that is until his torso began to split into Two. His arms and head fell to the ground with a thud as his legs gave in and blood started spilling on the ground. Behind him is a creature I have never seen before.
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Original Character,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Baker
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A Canterlot baker experiences a once-in-a-lifetime encounter with a mysterious mare.
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<p>Canterlot, a city of mystery and magic. A city where strange things happen on the regular. And yet, strangeness or no, it is a city where ponies still want their fresh bread, and the bakeries are happy to provide.</p><p>On an uncommonly ordinary day, a mysterious white mare walks into a young baker's shop. What happens next will remain with him forever.</p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>~~~*^^^*~~~</p></div><p>This is just a quick little thing I banged out after being inspired by an idea. Sorry if you expected something truly riveting from the description - it's just a short story, so there's not much to say to begin with, and I'm trying to avoid spoiling the twist at all costs. For this reason also it is missing a very important character tag.</p><p>Please enjoy this little story I wrote about a baker and a mare.</p>
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The Baker
High Canterlot. Literally, High Canterlot, for the city was built halfway up the side of a towering peak; a fittingly impressive location for the capital city of the monarch of the sun herself. Most of the city, though, was anything but high in society, for all that it was the center of Equestrian arts and culture. Rich ponies needed servants, the workshops of fine crafts needed workers, and, of course, everypony needed to eat.
As a result, the city also housed a substantial underclass. And most of those lived out their lives within the cramped, mazelike, smoke-stained streets of the old city, far from the bright, sunlit boulevards of the wealthy. The streets there had originally been laid out so by necessity, as the side of the mountain offered very little real estate. Over the centuries, the maze only got worse, the buildings only getting taller and closer together, squeezing every scrap of space they could from their neighbors. Sometimes, then even bridged the street, casting those below in permanent shadow, but this was generally frowned upon. Somewhere in this confusing tangle of narrow streets lived a young unicorn stallion named Pierogi.
Pierogi was a poor baker, from a family of poor bakers. Well, poor by Canterlot standards. And in his case, “poor” was a descriptor of skill as well as money. His Cutie Mark, in total contrast to his entire extended family, was a seemingly random collection of abstract stars; about as vague as a unicorn’s mark could possibly get. Nopony knew what it meant, not even he, and he was there when he’d got it.
The family’s bakery was a modest little thing squeezed between two brick-faced tenements in a lower quarter of the old city, cast in shadow most of the day by the tall buildings all along the street. It was a three-story building that extended back to the alleys behind. The first floor housed the bakery itself, the storage, and the shopfront. The second floor, the family’s living arrangements. And the third floor they commonly rented out, for a bit of extra cash, though at the moment it was being aired out after the last tenant had been evicted. The rooftop space was mostly turned over to a garden.
The bakery never pulled down much. It required the effort of the whole family, especially his dear Pa, just to break even. His Ma had her hooves full raising all her foals, Pierogi’s numerous younger siblings, and for a little extra money she washed clothes for the factory laborers who lived in the neighborhood on the side. Pierogi, without any particular talent or skill in baking, therefore ended up being the family shopkeeper as soon as he was old enough to manage it. Not that he had any special aptitude for that, either, but it wasn’t hard, and really all they needed was somepony to take orders and take money, and that was simple enough.
On that particular, fateful day, like any other day, Pierogi was daydreaming. He did that a lot. Business was slow, as it always was in the early afternoon, after the family took lunch but before the laborers’ wives came for their afternoon shopping, looking for cheap & delicious bread for their husband’s tables. He was imagining what it would be like to be a traveler, and see far-off places, the towering peaks of Griffonstone or the shifting sands of Zebrica. Yes, Zebrica.
He’d have on one of those strange head-scarves, and draped over his back would be large casks of water, for there was none in between oasis in that harsh & mysterious land. He had on the flowing robes of those charming desert folk, and by his side would be his trusty native guide, be-striped and be-dazzled with exotic golden jewlery. With a funny name, too. Something like, “Zanzibar”. And then, before him, like a mirage, would appear an exotic mare, lovely to behold…
With a start, Pierogi realized that was not just in his head. There was indeed a mare in the shop, peering curiously at the freshly-baked wares on the racks beside the counter. Immediately he straightened to attention, fiddling with his hooves a bit until he believed he projected the air of a cool and collected shopkeeper, confident in his wares.
“S-see anything you like, m…”
She turned to look at him, as if just noticing his presence, and the words died in his throat. Everything did. If there was ever such a thing as “drop-dead gorgeous” this mare had it. It was a struggle, a real struggle, to keep his mouth from hanging open in shock and surprise. As it was, a small corner of the brain that wasn’t currently frozen reminded him that he probably looked extremely gormless just then.
And who could blame him? On a closer inspection, and perhaps far too long of one for politeness’ sake, he could tell that the “exotic” part had been no daydream. Her almond-shaped eyes – not almond, but certainly more slanted and pointed at the corners than he was used to – batted slowly like portals to a deep violet-colored abyss. Eyes the like of which Pierogi had never seen before, eyes that could, all on their own, hold him captive within their unfathomed depths. But it wasn’t just her eyes that had struck him dumb.
Her fur was alabaster white, pure and unsullied by even the dust of the streets. Her hooves were likewise clear of all blemish. Whoever she was, she was definitely not a working pony. Her soft pink mane ran in thick waves down her slim and graceful neck, leading the gaze to her withers and then along her fashionably skinny body and tall, slim legs. Back to her face, it had a sharp, angular quality – just soft enough that it beautifully accentuated her exotic tilted eyes, rather than detracting from them. And she was a unicorn. Pierogi couldn’t believe he’d noticed that little detail last.
In short, she looked like a noblepony’s trophy wife. Pierogi decided instantly that he loved her, on a basis of those languidly blinking violet pools alone. Slanted violet eyes that blinked again, faster. Narrow brows – how had he not noticed the graceful brows, pencil-thin, that led the eye gently down that sharp face to her muzzle, centered the gaze in between the intense bottomless orbs? That drew together in a pensive frown.
“…Sir? Are you well?”
Ah, and that voice, sweeter than honey! A rich voice, a thing of ageless beauty, the perfect intersection between a filly’s youth and a nag’s experience! Neither old nor young, but full of conviction and experience. A voice to launch ships. Whatever she said, Pierogi would gladly do.
“Sir?”
She’d started to sound worried now. That snapped him out from under his spell. He started and shook his head, to clear it, looked at her again, muddied it again, shook his head and decided it would be best to not look directly at those exotic eyes again. Instead, he settled on staring at her perfect little ears, not that it was very much better.
“Ahem. Um. How can I help you, miss…?”
Stupid idiot, he thought to himself, you’re supposed to sell her bread, not fish for her name! You haven’t got a chance with a mare like this. Besides, as lovely as she is, she’s definitely spoken for. For some reason, he couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off his muzzle. Maybe he looked very creepy to her just then.
“Sunrise. Strawberry Sunrise,” she said, dipping her head in a very old-fashioned gesture of salutation between unicorns. Were they on equal hoofing, he would return the gesture so that their horns crossed. But they so obviously weren’t. His Pa being an old-fashioned sort of pony really paid off sometimes. “Is your bread here fresh?”
Pierogi blinked rapidly, thrown for a loop temporarily. Was this mare serious? Had she ever been to a bakery before? Still looking anywhere but her eyes – it was very rude of him, but there was no helping it – he dredged up the correct reply. “Of course – it’s baked fresh every morning.” He didn’t bother saying the second half, which asked if she was looking for the day-olds. She wasn’t here for day-olds.
The mare nodded to herself, and Pierogi had the feeling he had just passed a test. Or maybe the shop has passed a test, since there was no way in Tartarus his vacant head was passing anything at that moment. “Did you make these?” She gestured at the racks of bread and looked at him, and he flinched away from the eye contact. Extremely rude of him. “They smell simply wonderful.”
Pierogi’s heart soared at the secondhand praise. Though he himself had no hoof in the making, it felt good to hear his family’s labor spoken well of. “No, miss” he managed. “My father made them.” And then, he decided to push his luck. “He really is an exceptional baker. See anything you like?”
He waited with bated breath, and did not have to wait long.
“No,” the mare stated simply, a hoof to her chin in a thoughtful pose. Pierogi’s heart fell. For some reason, that simple two letters, one syllable, had cut him to the core, and he realized that her majestic voice had another side to it. Then her mouth quirked up in a little grin. “But I do smell something I like. How much for these?”
She pointed to a shelf of buns, golden-brown and interwoven with each other like a braid. In fact, they were made by placing balls of dough next to each other in the dish, for a very good-looking end result. Pierogi thought about the baking so that he could keep the sheer elation and finding out she had only been making a joke from showing in his face. He thought he succeeded, but then, the goofy grin still remained, so it was to limited effect.
“Uh, a bit for one or ten for a dozen. A baker’s dozen, that is.” Pierogi, he told himself, you have really got to stop trying to add on to these things. It’s only going to go badly for you.
“A baker’s dozen?” she questioned, levitating ten bits from a coin purse around her neck with a golden aura and dropping them on the counter before him. The question sounded like she knew the answer already, and just wanted to hear it said again by somepony else.
Pierogi looked blankly at the gold coins in front of him. Rather than immediately touch the holy coinage that had passed through the mare’s very own aura, he put it off slightly by answering her instead. “Sure, a baker’s dozen,” he said, tearing off some wrapping paper from the roll on the counter. “It’s when we bakers put in thirteen items instead of the round twelve.” He levitated the rolls from the shelf, nearly dropping them on the floor. His focus really had been affected quite badly. Placing the whole unit – his father baked them all together to be sold this way, with the 13th roll taking up the pointed end of the conglomerate – on the paper, he began to wrap it. He was slow and deliberate about it, partly so the mare would stay a little longer, and partly so he wouldn’t make any silly mistakes.
“How interesting…” the mare said, hoof to her chin again. Pierogi could detect no trace of irony of sarcasm in the statement. “So why is it thirteen, then?”
And there it was, the question he had been waiting for her to ask when he had brought it up. He didn’t know the answer, of course - no one did - but it was a favorite conversation piece of his, so he gave one of his favorite explanations, hoping to impress her with his knowledge.
“Well, you see, it all got started back in the day…”
“Yes?” she prompted, sounding interested. He could have grinned if he wasn’t already; she’d taken the hook. A part of his mind was telling him sternly that he was being very foolish, and he ought to stop this immediately.
“Yes, back in the day,” he continued. “In olden times, in the times of Old Canterlot. Too many bakers were selling customers only eleven items, or even ten, for the price of a dozen. Who could tell, when they were all bundled in the bag? Oh, and speaking of bags of bread, here is yours.”
“Thank you.”
She accepted the interruption to tuck the wrapped package of buns into one of her elegant white leather saddlebags. The bits remained on the counter where she’d dropped them.
“Anyway,” Pierogi picked back up, “Bakers and selling too little bread. The ponies of Canterlot got upset about this and petitioned the Princess to do something about it. And being the Princess, of course, she did.” He winked at her conspiratorially, meaning to do a kind of “as you and I both know” sort of thing. She put her ears back and looked away, and he decided that was a very, very bad idea. Pierogi, this is what you got for thinking you can be smooth. Now she hates you.
He shut up. For his own good. So that he didn’t mess it up more. He still held out a vain hope that perhaps she might come back some other day. Maybe those buns would be the best she ever tasted. Maybe she would want to get more. Maybe she would want to talk more with the charming shopkeeper. Maybe a lot of things, and none of it liable to happen.
“…Go on,” she said. She had returned her attention to him. He forgot that he had been avoiding eye contact, and accidentally fell into a sea of liquid amethyst. But she was waiting, so he made a valiant effort to save himself and proceed. Come on, he knew this story.
“W-well… the Princess… the baker’s dozen… ah, right, um. Because of all the bakers shorting their customers, Princess Celestia issued a decree. It said that if she caught a baker in the city giving their customers anything less than a round dozen, she’d have the guard cut off that baker’s hoof.”
The mare looked mildly horrified. It was a horrifying story, to be fair, and that was why he liked it, but… hmm. Maybe in retrospect it wasn’t the best thing to tell the gorgeous mare. He hastily finished the telling. “Well, ahem, anyway, and so, bakers who didn’t want their hooves cut off, which was all of them, started putting in an extra item in the bags, just to be sure they didn’t accidentally miscount. And… that’s why they call it the baker’s dozen.”
The mare had lost her horrified expression and replaced it with an annoyed frown. “That’s now how it happened,” she stated simply. She said it with such absolute conviction, and Pierogi hastily rushed to reassure her.
“Well, you know, it’s just a story – I’m sure nopony got hurt, the Princess would never – I mean, it’s just one of the ones I know-”
“It’s a horrible story,” she broke in bluntly. “Please don’t repeat it to anyone ever again.”
“Well, shoot, miss, er…” Pierogi began stammering, looking nervously around the shop and rubbing behind his head. It wasn’t a very good look, he knew. He put his hoof down. Something like resolve came to him, and he looked the gorgeous mare dead in the eye, heedless of the risk. “I won’t. You have my word.”
And he meant it completely.
The mare, for her part, nodded succinctly and favored him with a little smile. That little smile really made it all worth it, in the end. Pierogi could write poems about that smile. Maybe he would. “Good,” she said, as if that was the end of the matter, and it really was. “May you have a fine day, sir. Good-bye.”
“Have a good-” he began to reply, but then she was gone, and with her, a measure of the afternoon’s light. Pierogi stared after her, at the space she used to occupy, then, after a while, at the ten golden bits she had left on the counter. He picked one up in his magic and examined it. It was a bit like any other; golden but not quite gold, worn around the raised edges. Featureless. Normally, he was proud that his monarch, alone in the world, was so confident in the mint that she put nothing at all in the way of images or words upon her coins. But right now, he really wished these coins had something on them, anything to distinguish them as something special.
He sighed deeply to himself and put them all in the register. He had briefly considered keeping one of the bits as a memento, a reminder of the day he had met such beauty and spoken to her, but ultimately decided against it. The coins were just coins, after all, and there was no way in Tartarus he would ever forget that mare for as long as he lived. What was her name? Right, Strawberry Sunrise. He pinned the name to the face in his mind. Now he would never forget that, either.
He hoped that she would come back. He knew that she was never going to.
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RedHoodie21
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563457
| 1 |
Flash Sentry,Human,Second Person,Anthology,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Profanity
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Struck by a Flash
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A journey of friendship, romance, and dumpster pizza.
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complete
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<p>The chronicle of Flash and Sunset's relationship, downfall, and the new horse girl in town. </p><p><a href="/blog/1046228/dumb-as-doornails-contest" rel="nofollow">Written for the dumb as door nails contest! </a></p>
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teen
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2024-08-15T20:27:22+00:00
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2024-08-15T20:27:21+00:00
| 100 |
Equestria City states, ECS Haylist > Canterlot > personals > missed connections
posted: 1 year ago
User posted: struck-by-a-fl4sh123
Girl that got hit by a car in front of CHS - m4f (Canterlot)
I had been let out of school early for a dentist appointment and while walking to my car I saw you flailing around and muttering to yourself across the quad.
I stopped and began to walk over to help you but you suddenly jumped up and ran on your hands and feet like a frightened horse into traffic. I yelled for you to stop but it was too late as you got hit by a car. It looked gnarly from my end.
You bounced off the hood, stood up on two feet like some sort of balancing act, and yelled something about being indestructible and how the carriage driver would pay before running off.
If it makes you feel any better (not that you seemed to be any amount of embarrassed) the other night I got trapped inside a dumpster because I was chasing after a pizza that I thought I wanted to take home. (It was ham and apple. Yes, apple. Who gets that?) I’ve also recently slept in my bathtub because I have too much laundry on my bed.
I think we’d be a good fit for each other? Message me back if you see this!Location; Canterlot Eastit's NOT ok to contact this poster w/ unsolicited services or offers
Comments 16
Rainbow_Ca$h: shes not gonna fuck u bro
humans_against_horse_women: fakeeee
DmForBigfootPixs: I saw her too!!! I think she came from the alternate horse dimension that's inside our statue, it's all lined out in my spreadsheet… continue
B0nn1e; Lyra, get off of haylist while you're in english, you’ll get your phone taken away again.
Applez_Rul3z: Don’t diss ham and apple till you try it.
Midnight_M00n: Fuck theres two of them.
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Equestria City states, ECS Haylist > Canterlot > personals > missed connections
Posted: 6 mo ago
Update: Girl that got hit by a car outside CHS…
User posted: struck-by-a-fl4sh123
We’ve been dating for 2 months now, you found me while I was at my locker one day, slammed the door shut on me and told me we were dating now. My heart hasn’t stopped since.
You’ve pretty much moved into my place now, well my parents place. We tried the whole throwing-rocks-at-windows-thing like you see in movies but after you accidentally threw a brick, I decided it was just better to ask my parents for you to stay.
It went well after we cleaned up the glass and got my mom to stop hitting you with a broom on the fire escape!
You still don’t know about this account or these posts, but I think it’d be cute to have these moments chronicled online! Something to look back on.
Actually you don’t know about a lot of things. I hope I've been a good teacher for you. For our first official date you sat me outside in the alleyway behind my apartment and had a whole spaghetti dinner spread out lady and tramp style.
I had to hold your hair back when you started to vomit after you ate the rose in the center though. Still the best date ever! Wouldn’t change it for the world!
I plan to take you to the animal pasture next week, can’t wait!Location; Canterlot Eastit's NOT ok to contact this poster w/ unsolicited services or offers
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Rarity_B3lle: I’m so happy for you darling! You’re practically made for one another!
Carousel_Boutique: I give it two weeks.
A99l3J4XK: Wrong account sugarcube.
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Equestria City states, ECS Haylist > Canterlot > personals > missed connections
Posted: 2 mo ago
Update Update: Girl that got hit by a…
User Posted: struck-by-a-fl4sh123
I helped you move into your new place today! Its part of a renovated warehouse project and I was able to score you a huge deal for it! You couldn’t stop smiling after I told you.
We celebrated over gas station sushi served semi-fresh ontop my skateboard, getting sick from gas station sushi and puking on a random cops shirt, and then spending the rest of the night running away from the subsequent vomited on the cop.
Another perfect date by the flasher in the books.
I can imagine our future here already. We’ll trade butter for triple A batteries, cups of sugar for a conversation, dumpster pizza for dumpster croutons.
We’ll wave and salute each other from our porches, you with a steaming cup of coffee and me with my arms full of packages from that new business that messaged me - only gotta sell 100 more yoga pants to level up! - We’ll have all the time in the world for each other.
Now we don’t have to walk each other home because we’re already there.Location; Canterlot Eastit's NOT ok to contact this poster w/ unsolicited services or offers
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Sandalw00d: Dude. Flasher doesn’t mean what you think it means. trust me.
W0nd3rB0lt5_0ff1ca1l: Click here to win an free Iphone!!!
XxRainbowDashFan1xX: you guys see that free iphone contest going around???? I’m totally gonna win this for rainbow dash!!!
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Sweetie_Army_007: THEY GOT SCOOTALOO
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Equestria City states, ECS Haylist > Canterlot > personals > missed connections
Posted: 2 weeks ago
Update Update Update: Girl that got…
User posted: struck-by-a-fl4sh123
She broke up with me :(Location; Canterlot Eastit's NOT ok to contact this poster w/ unsolicited services or offers
Comments 6
Rarity_B3lle: I’m so sorry for you darling! I know you went through a lot with her!
Carousel_Boutique: I knew it.
A99l3J4XK: Sugarcube.
Pinkie_Pie: DDDDDD: 👎👎👎👎👎👎👎💔💔💔 :,(((((( 💔💔☹️🖍️🧁🎉➡️🙂‼️‼️‼️‼️…
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Equestria City states, ECS Haylist > Canterlot > personals > missed connections
Posted: 1 hour ago
Girl that fell out of stone horse statue CHS m4f (Canterlot)
User posted: struck-by-a-fl4sh123
So there’s this girl I saw that fell out of the stone horse statue outside CHS and… Read moreLocation; Canterlot Eastit's NOT ok to contact this poster w/ unsolicited services or offers
Comments (107)
Rainbow_Ca$h: Dude.
XxRainbowDashFan1xX: Dude.
Sandalw00d: Bro.
B0nn1e: Flash.
FlutterButter: 2/$:$28:7!!]]*{| Oh sorry angel bunny just walked across the keyboard.
Carousel_Boutique: Darling.
A99l3J4XK: That's still the wrong account.
Carousel_Boutique: GOD DAM- *this user has been suspended*
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Lil Snowflake
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563465
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Applejack,Main 6,Pinkie Pie,Self Insert,Spike,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Violence
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My Life in Equestria
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After an accident in a brony expo, two sisters embark on adventures in Equestria.
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incomplete
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<p>It took one mistake for a machine to malfunction and transport half of the brony expo's attendance to a world of magic, friendship, and pastel-colored talking ponies. </p><p>With no way to return home, my sister and I must embark on numerous adventures and endure many trials that will put our true understanding of friendship to the test.</p><p>My name used to be Eleanor, but now it's Spiced Apple Cider, and this is my sister and my life in Equestria...</p><hr/><p>Cover Art belongs to Sekuponi.<br/>Pony Designs belongs to Sekuponi.<br/>My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic belongs to Lauren Faust, DHX Studios, and Hasbro.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-19T19:09:15+00:00
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2024-08-19T19:09:15+00:00
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~Narrator's POV~
What a great way to start the day. A few weeks ago, my younger sister and I won two VIP tickets to the BronyCon in Calgary. Which was an opportunity of a lifetime. I'm already giddy with excitement!
My younger sister, Sam, and I have been Pegasisters since we were very young... Well, I was more of a Pegasister than Sam was. She just liked some of the characters more than the series itself. We used to have three VHS tapes of My Little Pony Tales and watched the reruns of the first My Little Pony series. With Fizzy, Surprise, Firefly, Posey, Applejack, Twinkle, and all the other characters. It was a rush of nostalgia when My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic came in 2010 two years ago. I'll admit, I was a little bit skeptical, but once I gave the show a chance, it reignited a spark in my heart that made me love My Little Pony all over again.
What made this BronyCon different from the other BronyCons? Well, according to the website, the CEO and Chairman of Hasbro, Brian Goldner, would be there to present a special surprise during the convention. It has everyone excited about it. Forums on the Brony Community have been buzzing about what they think it's gonna be. Whatever the surprise it, I just hope it's nothing bad.
So far, the BronyCon was jam-packed with bronies, Pegasisters, and cosplayers alike. It was tricky to get around, but there was so much to see and so much to do that it was crazy.
Suddenly, a voice spoke from the intercoms, "Attention. It is time for the grand revealing. If anyone is interested, please line up outside of the Saddledome and have your passes ready for entry. Thank you."
With that, most of the crowd made their way out of the buildings and toward the Saddledome without time to waste. Sam and I made it to the line-up, and some of the participants were rejected. Probably because their passes weren't golden or VIP. After a few moments of waiting and moving up the line, it was mine and Sam's turn.
The security scanned the passes around our necks and lightly nodded, "Okay. Go on in and enjoy the show."
Sam and I walked in and picked our seats at the front of the stage. Resting in the center of the stage, hidden behind a large cloth, was a large, round object. Something didn't set right in my stomach. It made me feel uneasy. As I stared at the clothed object, I began to hear voices. Voices of familiar characters.
I recognized the voices I could hear. Twilight Sparkle. Pinkie Pie. Rainbow Dash. Rarity. Applejack and... Fluttershy? But that made no sense. The voice actors for the Mane 6 were elsewhere. How is this possible?
"Ellie? Is everything alright?" My sister asked me, snapping me back to reality.
I looked at Sam, then nodded with an assuring smile, "Yeah. Everything is fine. I just thought I heard something."
Sam smiled and rolled her eyes, "Silly Ellie. Always claims to hear or see the supernatural."
I let out a lighthearted giggle, then returned my attention to the object on the stage. I can still hear the voices conversing with each other.
After about fifteen minutes of waiting, the seats in the Saddledome were filled, and it was time for the reveal. The lights dimmed, and stage lights shined upon the stage. Emerging from the stage was a middle-aged man in a black business suit. It was Brian Goldner.
He grabbed a microphone and spoke to the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you all for coming. How are you enjoying the convention so far?" The crowd shouted and cheered all around the stadium. Goldner smiled, "I thought so. Well, today, it's going to get a whole lot better."
He gestured to the clothed object to his right, "As you know, we've been thinking about ways to make every BronyCon better than the last one. Voice actors answering questions. Meeting stars in person and getting photos with them. But then, an idea came to me. How would you like to live in Equestria for a day?"
The crowd shouted once again. Goldner nodded, "I know. I know. It sounds impossible, but that's why we've been working for the past two years to perfect. Best scientists and astrophysicists have worked together to create a link between dimensions in time and space. And now, we have reached a breakthrough."
Goldner reached for the cloth, grabbed it, and pulled it off the object. The object revealed to be some kind of portal that you see from the sci-fi tv series. The crowd gasps in awe of the machine. It was elegantly built. A thing of beauty indeed. Goldner switched the portal on, and a beautiful, multi-colored vortex appeared in the center of the machine. It was like magic.
"With this machine, we can cross the barrier between fantasy and reality and meet dimensions that we never knew existed." Goldner announced, "Meet the people we want to meet. Live in worlds we never thought possible." He started pressing buttons on the control panel, "Now, just to warn you, we are only allowing five at a time. So, those with VIP passes, please step forward and prepare for a trip of a lifetime!"
Suddenly, I heard a chuckle in my mind, and the machine started sparking and subtly changing colors. Not in a good way.
I looked around, seeing if there was anyone who could have chuckled, but there was no one looking suspicious or out of place. The chuckle sounded lightly dark and mischievous. Almost like...
No, that can't be possible. He couldn't have done this. But he is the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony. He's capable of manipulating reality itself.
Goldner turned to the machine and frowned in concern, "Oh, it's not supposed to do that..."
Then the machine started glitching, and the vortex turned a magenta-purple.
Goldner turned to the crowd and assured, "Please remain calm. I have this under control."
However, the truth was that he didn't have it under control. The machine started malfunctioning and growing larger in size.
Everyone screamed and took cover. Some were running out of the stadium. The machine's vortex changed from magenta to a night sky, and dark cyan mist started leaking out of the vortex. The ground shook violently, and the Saddledome ceiling was beginning to cave in on itself.
The vortex engulfed the machine and grew larger. From the sky, stormy dark clouds gathered around the Saddledome and began to rain with loud thunder and rainbow-colored lightning.
A powerful force of wind began pulling the remaining guests and participants toward the vortex. Some of the participants were not fast enough to grab onto something. They got caught in the force of wind and flew into the vortex. The vortex sparked with every entry.
The wind got stronger, forcing everyone else into the air. I noticed Sam's grip slipped from her chair. I quickly grabbed her hand before the vortex could suck her in, but my grip was slipping due to sweat and my strength failing me.
I tried to hold on as much as my arm could muster, but after a couple of minutes, my arm gave up and let go of my chair. My sister and I flew into the vortex. The colors and energy within the vortex made everything disoriented and confusing, but I saw something within the vortex; a pair of glowing blue eyes looking at me. The eyes of the moon...
I looked deep into the eyes, trying to reach for them, but a bolt of lightning struck me, and then everything around me went white.
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Kvagram
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563466
| 1 |
Discord,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore
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Project Harmony
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Can the power of friendship survive a crossover fanfic of two crossover fanfics?
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incomplete
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<p>You all know what happens when you make a fanfiction crossing two shows. You get a crossover fanfic.<br/>But what happens when you make a fanfiction crossing two crossover fanfictions?<br/>You might get something like this.</p><p>In this alternate universe, Twilight and her friends attempt to reform Discord.<br/>However, this does not go according to their plan, when Discord instead has his own plans. A test to measure how powerful the magic of friendship really is. Discord test is to see if The Element of Magic, can stop a violent war.</p><p>Twilight now have to survive a violent adventure of plasma rifles and spaceships, where even some of her new "friends" might consider her dissection worth more than her friendship.<br/>Will Twilight endure the test, or will Discord prove right in the end?</p>
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mature
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2024-08-17T00:11:43+00:00
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2024-08-17T19:24:54+00:00
| 66 |
Having been turned to stone after having briefly tasted freedom, Discord, the Lord of Chaos, had little to do but think in his new prison. Immobilized, blind to the world around him, he had only his sense of chaos to keep him company. But, uh, what a splendid company it was.
The last time he had been trapped like this, it had taken a thousand years of simmering unrest to set him free. The peace of Equestria so meticulously maintained by Princess Celestia, was enough to make him, if he were physically able to do so, retch. But this time, Discord resolved that he would not wait for so long. His too brief freedom had granted him a new itch, namely impatience.
Driven by his impatience, Discord extends his senses far past the boundaries of Equestria. If there was chaos to be found in distant places, he would feed upon it.
His senses stretch across the planet. To the civil wars of Griffonia, and the conquests of The Storm King in Zebrica. Yes. War. The finest chaos there is. Discord attempts a grin, but to his dismay, his stone prison would not allow it. But even that was not enough. Even if those wars last, it only shortens his imprisonment by a few centuries at best.
Discord needed more. He reached out across the stars, searching for fresh turmoil, and he found it. Interplanetary emperors, warring system lords, and... humans? Ah, yes. Humans. A planet of humans, rife with conflict and endless wars. With this, Discord could perhaps shorten his imprisonment to a mere hundred years. But even that was not enough. But perhaps he could intervene.
The very air of this planet was filled to the brim with potential for more chaos. If he could unleash that chaos, he could free himself in mere years, maybe just a few weeks if he played his cards right.
Influencing chaos at such a distance, and from within his stone prison would be no easy task. Yet technically possible. He regularly plays with the inhibitions of ponies here in Equestria. All it takes is the right set of intrusive thoughts.
But to do that at such a distance, one of countless lightyears. It should be possible. Discord relishes in the very thought of this challenge. He began to experiment, his focus centering on the mind of particular being on that far away world. A mind of a child.
The child had a very simple yet strong impulsive thought, one born out of irrational jealousy.
To break his sister's new toy. But the boy resisted that thought, he was trying to be a good boy. Discord's goal was simple, a proof of concept. If he could nudge this child's inhibition, it would be a very small victory, a mere trifle of chaos. A trick with low rewards, high efforts, yet no risks should he fail.
If he could master this trick, to manipulate minds so far away, there would be nothing, nothing but time and focus, to stop him from influencing the minds of political and military leaders.
Yes. Today, a toy will break. Tomorrow, perhaps a planet will crack.
Discord's concentration was absolute, his mind occupied by that distant child, when something shocks him back to the present. Movement? Somepony is.. no, he is moving. He could feel it, just barely. He was being moved.
Was Celestia moving him to another part of the garden, or had she finally decided to imprison him in Tartarus? A futile attempt, if so. Tartarus couldn’t hold him for long, not once his powers returned.
He felt he was being loaded onto a carriage pulled by two.. no, four pegasi. So. Tartarus it is, then? It will be a long flight. Discord went back to working on his plan. His mind drifted back to that distant mind of a child, paying no heed to the direction the carriage flew, which was not towards the dreaded prison for magical creatures, nor the duration of the flight, which was shorter than Discord had expected.
Discord’s focus sharpened. The boy stood indecisive, teetering on the edge. Discord tugged at the child's thoughts: Ignore your mother. Be assertive. Break the toy. It was working. The boy turned, approached his sister, eyes on the toy. Just a bit longer and..
A sudden surge of power ripped through Discord’s consciousness. Whatever happened to the child was lost to him as his focus shattered. Then he felt it: freedom, like a door flung open by a storm. He could see, he could move. He was free. But how? And why?
Discord tried to focus his mind. His extended senses of galactic chaos was not helping the matter. If only he had paid more attention, he might have known, he might have sensed Celestia’s plan to have the Elements release him.
It was like a joke. Looking at his apparent saviors, Discord could not help but laugh. That long complicated plan, his plot to free himself, and he is just released, just like that.
“Ah. Freedom! It’s about time somepony let me out of there, I was getting a bit stiff”, Discord says as he flexes and cracks his joints, all the while he causally transforms some cute little critters into less-cute petite monsters. That proved it. His powers were back in full.
After a brief complaint about his antics, Twilight Sparkle got to the point.
“Reform? Me? To do what? Celestia’s bidding? What, she wants me to end the Griffonian wars? Or perhaps stop the Storm King form terrorizing the Hippo-”
“I’m serious, Discord. Celestia believes you can be reformed. And so I believe it too.” Twilight replied, cutting off the draconequus.
"Huh," Discord thinks. "She really believes this. This might be an opportunity. Humm. Yes. That planet of humans. That conflict. This gives me an idea."
Discord's new plan came in a flash, and after only a short second's pause, Discord knew what to do.
Spawning a pair of spectacles and a wall, Discord commented “Well, I can see the writing on the wall. It reads ‘forth’, by the way. So either I ‘reform’, or you trap me in stone again” Discord sighs.
“I’m glad we’re finally on the same page, Discord. Now what I propose is..”
“Ah! I can already guess your plan. And it seems like such a dreadfully boring plan. So, Element of Magic, care to make a wager?”
“A wager? Uhm. About what?”
"This is it." Thinks Discord, spawns in a fisherman's outfit, complete with a fishing rod and hook.
“Simple. You and your precious friends all believe in your hearts that friendship can overcome everything. I’m not convinced.” Discord leans back while baiting the hook. Discord stares at the elements in a mix of menace and amusement.
"Don't do it, Twilight. This is obviously a trap!", yells Rainbow, "Look, he is literally baiting his hook."
“Uh now, does that really matter, if my offer is sincere?", Discord retorts, hanging the baited hook in front of Twilight's face. "Your task will be to convince me, irrefutably, that friendship is indeed as powerful of a force as you claim. All you need to do is to use your powers of friendship to bring peace to a faraway place. Do this, and I will willingly submit, and agree to this reformation.”
Twilight hesitated a bit. ‘Bring peace’. Does that imply a war? Twilight had studied diplomacy at Celestia’s school, and Celestia believes she can do this. Even if it is some kind of trap. Twilight looks at the other elements, and nods.
Applejack frowned, crossing her hooves. “Twi, this don sit right with me, but if you’re set on it, I’m with ya.”
Rarity raised an eyebrow, her tone skeptical. “A wager with Discord? How dreadfully risky. But… we trust you, darling.”
Pinkie Pie’s smile faltered slightly. “A challenge? Sounds exciting, but… are you sure, Twilight? This is Discord we are talking about.”
Fluttershy whispered, “I’m… scared, Twilight. But I believe in you.”
Rainbow Dash then cut in sharply, "Don't do it, Twilight. This is so obviously a trap!"
“I accept your challenge, Discord. But if you break your word..”
“Yes, yes. Back to being a garden ornament and all that. Now, let’s get this show on the road!”. Discord yells while suddenly dressed as a wrestling match announcer, he snaps his fingers, and Twilight is suddenly replaced by a cardboard cutout.
“What did you do?” Rainbow Dash yells, while taking off, immediately launching herself at speed for a flying kick towards Discord.
Discord does not even blink, casually he snaps his fingers, and Rainbow Dash's wings suddenly disappear.
“Why".. he says with a smirk, "I sent her to her test, of course.” “To test if your precious friendship really is powerful enough to end a war.” Discord continues, as Rainbow manages to control her inevitable crash just enough to not get seriously hurt.
“What we need to know, Discord, is where did yuh send her?” Applejack asked with concern in her voice.
Discord chuckles, savoring the tension. “To a place that knows nothing but war and conflict, my little pony. If her friendship is as powerful as you all claim, she should have no problem at all!”
The first hint Twilight got that she was no longer in Equestria, was the cold wet feeling of raindrops hitting her fur. Shivers ran through her as she tried to make sense of the sudden pounding of her head. A headache? Was it caused by the weather? She had read that sudden changes to air pressure and humidity can cause headaches. Or did that pounding come from being teleported to Celestia knows where? Maybe both. Maybe.. wait. Does Celestia know where I am? Twilight questions herself. "She has to know, right? I.. I mean she's Celestia."
Stumbling in her confusion, her legs shaking from the shock, Twilight stumbles into a wall. A cold wall. A metal wall? Slowly opening her eyes, struggling to focus, she found herself in an enclosed space between two metal walls, on white, the other blue. The ground beneath her felt unnatural. Gray like stone, but textured more like fine gravel, if the gravel had been fused into a fine almost perfectly flat surface. A faint white line passed just below her. A faint white line ran beneath her hooves. Paint? A marker?
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. Glancing up, Twilight noticed the sky, or rather, the lack of it. Thick clouds covered everything. No sign of Celestia's sun. Something about it was unsettling. Weatherponies would never let the clouds get so thick, not unless... Her mind raced. Could there be no weatherponies here? Or worse, were they all drafted into some war? That’s what Discord said, isn’t it? That I’m here to stop a war?
A tear mixed with the raindrops on her face. If things are so dire that they let the weather go wild, I have to stop this war. I have to.
The walls have some kind of engraved curved line going though. There's a window! A window on both walls!
The windows are too high up for Twilight to see though them. Looking closer, Twilight notices the walls curve inward, there's even a gap beneath. They're boxes.. Metal boxes held up by.. Wheels! She just noticed the boxes had wheels. So they are carts. But with no harness. No indication of being pony-drawn. Are they pulled like a train car? No. Not if they are parked like this. They might be autocarts. Carts that pull themself, like a locomotive.
Twilight had seen a few autocarts on science fairs, and off course those swindlers with that mobile cider distillery that tried to out-compete the Apple family. What were their names? Flom and Flim? Whatever, not important.
"So. They are autocarts" Twilight decides. "Unlike any I have seen before, but that must be what they are."
The blue autocart has an open space on one end. Probably the rear end. Must be a cargo space. With her heart still racing, her head still pounding, Twilight climbs up on the strange autocart's flat cargo space.
The added height allows Twilight a better view. She can see the top of the autocarts now.
The blue autocart has a window facing the cargo space, she can see inside. Looks like two seats, and what looks to be controls for steering the cart.
Her curiosity about the autocart saturated for now, Twilight finally takes in the surroundings.
A large unfamiliar building stood ahead of her. To her sides, more autocarts, parked in a long row. Wherever she is, somepony lives there.
Twilight’s headache slowly faded, and just as she started pondering what to do next, a deafening bang shattered the silence.
Instinctively she dropped down on the cold metal floor, her heart hammering in her chest like crazy. Cautiously she peered up over the low wall. She saw a door slam open with another loud bang! Twilight flinched.
Three bipeds rush out. Two tall ones, and one shorter. One of the tall bipeds clutched something in their appendages. It looks like a frying pan. The biped with the pan barked something to the others before dashing back through the door. The two other bipeds ran towards one of the autocarts, the taller one fumbling with something in their weird appendages, while the shorter one cries and screams, the sound piercing through the erupting chaos.
Suddenly another loud noise filled the air, like a sudden wind-storm. Twilight looked up to see a massive metal bird flying overhead, stopping nearby, suspended in the air.More bipeds begin to descend on ropes from within it. Each holding some large menacing looking metal tools.
A quick shout of fear came from the two bipeds by the other autocart. The tall one had stopped fumbling with the cart, and was now frantically searching the ground for something. Panic radiated from their every movement.
Before Twilight could fully process what was happening, another shout. This time from the building. Some kind of horrible beast suddenly burst though the door. Claws dripping with something red.. blood. It was dripping with blood, Twilight realized in horror.
It looks like some sort of mix between a spider and a crab, about her height. Its many legs has it sprinting towards the two bipeds by the autocart at terrifying speed.
The bipeds suddenly gained entry to the autocart though a door. feeling stupid, Twilight turned her head to look closely at the autocart she was now standing on, and realized those engraved curves she noticed earlier were indeed doors. Stupid. If she had noticed that earlier, she could have gone inside and explor.. wait. This is not the time.
Twilight suddenly realized that taking that one second to look around at the autocart was a mistake. The crab-spider had noticed her. In that short moment she had looked away, It had just slaughtered the two bipeds, and were now heading towards Twilight.
Twilight's blood ran cold. Was she about to die?
Now panicking, wishing she had gone inside the autocart, like the two bipeds were trying to do, she smashed the rear window, trying to get inside. But the window was too small. The beast jumps up on the cargo space. “GET AWAY” Twilight screams.
In a panic, Twilight uses her telekinesis to push the creature away. In her panic, she uses more power than she planned for, pushing the creature all the way across the rocky ground to smash against the wall of the building.
In full shock, Twilight curls up in a ball, her horn glowing, ready to hit anything, anypony, who comes near.
One of the bipeds from the metal bird approach. A lightning shock hits the autocart. Yelping from the pain, Twilight jumps off the autocart, trying to find another hiding-spot in her panic. Her horn blasting a telekinetic push against the biped, whose body hits an autocart, hard. The biped’s large tool flew off during the push.
Then a sound comes from a smaller tool in the biped’s appendages. Twilight stumbles and falls as she feels something sharp just hit her. The biped smiles as it closes its eyes, bleeding from several places. The small tool drops with a clang.
Twilight suddenly feels cold. Then the world went dark, for them both.
14:06 - 2001- 07 - 05, Boston Massachusetts
“Central, this is Lee. The.. The last chryssalid is down... It’s.. eh.. it’s over.” The one lone standing soldier calls on his radio.
The radio responds.
“Private? Where’s Lieutenant Fowler?”
“She.. she’s dead, sir, and so is Harris and Anderson. Dryzimsky is out cold, and Private Jenkins took some shrapnel and is bleeding.”
“I see. The recovery team is on its way as we speak.”
“Sir?”
“Yes, private?”
“We have encountered a new alien. Designation ‘Unicorn’ ”
OPERATION HARMONY: COMPLETE
ALIEN TERROR MISSION HALTED
CIVILIAN LOSSES: ACCEPTABLE
STRIKE-5 REPORTS 2 KIA (GRADE 1), 1 KIA(GRADE 2), 2 WIA
RECOVERY TEAM INVENTORY:
(Documented by LT Fujikawa)
WEAPON FRAGMENTS (15 total)
MUTON CORPSES (3 total)
CHRYSSALID CORPSES (5 total)
UNICORN CORPSES (1 total)
OPERATION EVALUATION: POOR
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Lightning Dust,Rainbow Dash,Soarin,Spitfire,Thunderlane,Drama,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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Lightning Loses A Bet
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Lightning Dust has to deal with an embarrassing punishment after losing a bet to her old rival, Rainbow Dash.
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<p>After losing a race to Rainbow Dash, Lightning Dust's punishment is to spend an entire day as Rainbow's personal cheerleader. </p><p>CW: Public Humiliation! </p><p>Takes place after the finale. </p><p>Cover Art by Pabbley</p>
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I have to get out of this. I have to get out of this!
Lightning burned red with rage, trembling in place and gritting her teeth as she glared at the cheerleader’s uniform, that pink monstrosity. The folds of the skirt, which alternated between dark and light purple, were lined with bright pink at the bottom edges, and the top was all pink, lined with faint purple at the collar and sleeves. She wanted nothing more than to tear it to pieces. She glanced at the clock. She had better hurry and get this over with.
She had been so certain of her victory, when she had readily consented to Rainbow’s conditions without so much as a second thought. The loser spends the entire day as the winner’s personal cheerleader. Lightning hadn’t cared about the bet, all she had been focusing on was the thrill of beating her rival, of asserting herself as the fastest flier in all of Equestria.
Two of her Washout teammates, Short Fuse and Rolling Thunder, were with her the day she crossed paths with Rainbow Dash, one summer evening at Marjorine’s Restaurant & Bar in Ponyville.
After only a few minutes of putting on a polite conversation, Rainbow and Lightning could not help themselves but to start rattling off threats, taunts, and insults.
“There’s only one way to settle this,” Rainbow had said.
“Anywhere, anytime,” Lightning had replied, scowling all the while.
They had chosen the Ponyville track as the battleground, and on that fateful night a crowd of spectators had gathered; Rainbow’s little friend Scootaloo had spread the word all around town. Lightning had not wanted the additional pressure of a large audience, but she would sooner die than try to back out now.
“May the best flier win,” Lightning said. Rainbow only laughed, and said nothing in reply.
The race began with the blowing of a horn by Rainbow’s friend Pinkie Pie, and the two ponies took flight.
Due to her most recent injuries, Lightning had not raced competitively for over a month, and after just the first few seconds she felt her muscles tighten and her wings weaken. Rainbow, meanwhile, was hardly out of breath even after the second lap. Despite Lightning being relatively out of shape, she was able to make pace with Rainbow for almost the entire race. But while Lightning was batting her wings with every ounce of strength she had, Rainbow had saved her greatest effort for the last stretch, where she pulled ahead to take the lead.
Lightning watched Rainbow cross the finish line a few yards ahead of her, to the sound of the entire crowd cheering. And the sound of the crowd was enough to make her want to come to a stop right then and there, but she gritted her teeth and swallowed her pride and trudged on toward the finish line, crashing into the grass.
Gasping for breath, Lightning Dust saw her vision go dark as she struggled to pull herself off the ground. She spat out dirt and glanced over her shoulder, as the crowds descended upon Rainbow, cheering and waving their hooves in the air.
Lightning sat up, too exhausted to cry or scream or curse somepony out. She only had enough strength left to meekly sit there, defeated.
After the crowds began to clear, Rainbow trotted toward her, after picking up her gear bag off the field.
“Nice race,” Rainbow managed, keeping her distance as she noticed Lightning’s shortness of breath, “But…A deal is a deal.”
Only then did Lightning remember the arrangement they had made, and in an instant she felt a wave of devastation overcome her. She managed to keep herself composed, though Rainbow could tell she was ready to burst underneath.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Rainbow said, before leaving Lightning there on the ground.
Only after everypony had left the field did Lightning let any tears slip out of the corners of her eyes.
Rainbow arrived at Lightning’s apartment promptly at 10 a.m. Lightning opened the door. It was obvious she had been crying, for the redness in her eyes, but Rainbow was not going to go easy on her.
“Alright, loser, put this on,” Rainbow snickered. Lightning flinched at the sight of the thing.
“I guess it’s too late to ask you to please not do this,” Lightning sighed.
“You wouldn’t have an issue with it if it was you who won,” Rainbow pointed out, “You said may the best flier win, and she did, so you gotta follow through with what you said you would do.”
Lightning scowled and snatched the uniform out of Rainbow’s hooves.
“Whatever. I hope this makes you happy. You’ll pay for this, I swear,” Lightning grunted, before slamming the door.
“Oh, it will,” Rainbow smiled to herself.
Inside, Lightning Dust stared down at the uniform, a loaner from the Cloudsdale University cheer team. The sports administrators had found it a strange request, but Rainbow Dash was not a pony they could refuse.
She slipped her hind legs into the skirt, before giving it a shimmy to squeeze the band around her hips. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed the skirt left her rump almost entirely exposed. For fuck’s sake. I look like some slutty teenager. She fidgeted with the top, fitting her wings through the slots in the fabric, which was soft and flexible, but tight around her chest. She had never liked the way she looked in dresses or skirts. All she ever thought about were the names the other girls in school would call her whenever she tried dressing girlier or letting her mane grow out, or made any attempt to be more normal. There were times she wanted nothing more than to be porcelain and passive, fragile and soft like the girls that the boys all seemed to like, instead of hard and hostile and self-sufficient. She looked in the mirror and she thought of all the boys on her old flight team who she had crushed on, only for them to let her know that they saw her more like a brother than as a girl, through varying degrees of kindness. She would pine and stay up at night and scream into her stuffed animals, wishing she didn’t look the way she did, wishing somepony would give her a chance to be something else. She couldn’t blame everypony else though, as much as she wanted to; they only reinforced what she already thought, what she already knew, that she wouldn’t ever be the type of girl to be prom queen, that she would suffice as a punchline but not as a real friend to anypony. And now she got to see what she could have been, some giggly little doll on the cheer team who winked at the football players and kept her head empty of all thoughts. It was so stupid to have ever wanted that, but she wanted that. She didn’t want to be an outcast, she didn’t want to be laughed at. But looking at herself in the mirror, she could see as clear as day that it couldn’t have ever been any other way. I do look ridiculous. They were all right about me.
She took a great deep breath, and rubbed her hoof against the softness of the fabric to try and comfort herself.
Throwing the front door open, she had expected Rainbow to burst into laughter at the very sight of her. But Rainbow seemed more endeared than anything else.
“Aww! Lightning! You look adorable!” Rainbow beamed.
“Shut up,” Lightning growled.
Rainbow continued gushing and grinning and inspecting Lightning from additional angles, all while Lightning felt herself shrink.
“This is going to ruin my life,” Lightning said.
“Oh, calm down, you big baby,” Rainbow said, “You’ll survive. You remember the routine, right?”
“Yeah,” Lightning sighed, “Rainbow….Please. Please don’t do this. I’m begging you.”
“Are you kidding? You look so cute in that, I never want you to take it off! Let’s go, c’mon. We’ve got a big day ahead of us,” Rainbow said, taking Lightning by the hoof.
Their first destination was downtown Ponyville. Lightning tailed Rainbow with her head hung low. Rainbow led her right into the town square, right in the middle of the morning rush. Lightning recognized a few faces, much to her chagrin. Bon Bon. Redheart. Filthy Rich. She saw a couple snickering at her from across the street. She saw a gaggle of schoolgirls laughing and pointing. She saw an old mare gasp and recoil in shock and confusion.
“Alright. Here should be good,” Rainbow said.
Lightning glared at her.
“There’s too many ponies,” Lightning said, hiding her face in her hoof, “Can’t we do this somewhere less public?”
“Nope. Here’s good,” Rainbow smirked, “Go on. I’m waiting.”
Lightning caught her breath, struggling to open her mouth to speak.
“HEY EVERYPONY!!!” Lightning shrieked. The whole square came to a stop, as if they had been eagerly awaiting a reason to stop and stare.
Lightning’s heart was beating so fast she thought she might faint right then and there. But she cleared her throat and persisted.
“ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR! WHO IS IT WE’RE CHEERING FOR? RAINBOW DASH! RAINBOW DASH! FIVE, SIX, SEVEN EIGHT NINE! WHO’S THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME? RAINBOW DASH! RAINBOW DASH! JUMP AROUND! SCREAM AND SHOUT! SHE’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT! C’MON! EVERYPONY EVERYWHERE, NOT A PONY CAN COMPARE! RAINBOW DASH! RAINBOW DASH! RAINBOW DASH!”
The crowd took over for her right as her voice began to give out. Rainbow grinned, as the crowds closed in around her, pumping their hooves in the air, cheering her name and yelling out in jubilation. Lightning felt like throwing up. Rainbow hardly needed a cheerleader, the whole town already loved her.
Rainbow glanced over at her, while the crowds kept barking out their praises.
“Pretty good,” Rainbow acknowledged, “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
“Did your ego really need all that?” Lightning seethed.
“No. But yours could use an adjustment,” Rainbow smirked.
It took all Lightning had not to burst into tears. Rainbow noticed, and quickly reached for Lightning’s hoof, dragging her out from the crowds.
“Are you OK?” Rainbow asked, taking flight with Lightning at her side.
Lightning stuttered over her words.
“This is humiliating,” she choked through her tears.
"Oh, c'mon, I told you, you look adorable!" Rainbow reminded, "It's not that bad. We’re almost through, OK? We just need to pay a visit to one more stop."
Rainbow spread her wings, and Lightning followed suit, struggling not to bury her face in her hooves to hide her shame, and escape all the laughter of the crowd.
They took flight together, leaving the crowds in the street below. And Lightning caught sight of their destination then, a blink in the distance, a floating city in the sky.
The whole way to Cloudsdale, all Lightning could think about were the smirking faces in the crowds, who would only ever think of her as some ditzy cheerleader freak, having to scream out praises for her greatest enemy. Part of her almost felt relieved; there was no possible way she could reach a lower point than this.
Lightning felt her heartbeat speed up, tagging along behind Rainbow as they passed by cloudbursts and rainbow rivers. They were approaching the Wonderbolt Academy, where countless cadets were busy darting through the cumulus clouds, following the directions of their belligerent drill instructors. There was a time when she knew every single name on the Wonderbolt roster. They were her idols, once. Spitfire and Soarin, Fleetfoot and all the old greats. Her imagination was always more reliable than any friends in her life had been. Now the team was made up of strangers; each year another veteran retired, and more and more fresh faces rose through the ranks. Lightning's heart burned with envy. I should be with them.
Rainbow touched down at the Academy landing strip, with Lightning close behind. There were a couple of Wonderbolt officers milling about the grass nearby, and she could hear them chuckling to each other at the sight of her.
“Rainbow, please, not this,” Lightning said, weakly, “I’d rather do it in front of all of Canterlot than here.”
“Too bad it’s not up to you,” Rainbow said. Although she wanted to be conscious of Lightning's feelings, she also did get some thrill out of punishing Lightning, after everything she had done. “Let’s go. Once you do this, you’re off the hook. OK?”
“OK…” Lightning said.
Lightning was relieved to find the halls of the Academy mostly deserted; most of the Wonderbolts were outside at that time, running drills. But there were a few ponies they passed, none of whom Lightning knew. They stopped and laughed just like everypony at Ponyville had, and Lightning tried her best to keep her head held high. But she could only do it for so long, before the laughter began ringing in her ears, making her want to shrink and disappear.
They found Soarin, Misty Fly, Fleetfoot, and Thunderlane in the cafeteria. At the sight of Lightning, all four burst into laughter. Rainbow cracked a grin, leading a blushing Lightning deeper into the cafeteria.
"Awwww," came Fleetfoot and Misty, each hiding their mouths with their hooves, "No way!"
“Well, if it isn't Lightning Dust,” Thunderlane said, raising an eyebrow. Beside him, Soarin was laughing so hard he had nearly fallen out of his chair.
"What's this supposed to be?" Soarin asked, skeptical. Lightning was blushing beet red. She adjusted her skirt.
“She lost a bet,” Rainbow smirked, “She’s got a whole routine she practiced, you guys should hear it.”
“No, don’t, I think I might die,” Fleetfoot laughed, “Y'know, I kind of like her better this way. You want to cheer us on from the sidelines, Lightning Dust? That’s the closest you’ll ever get to being a part of the team, aww, poor little Lightning. We need to get her some pom-poms!”
Lightning flinched. Ordinarily she would have been quick to defend herself, but she felt so weak and helpless then that all she could do was take it all in force.
Rainbow’s smile began to fade.
“You actually thought you had a chance against one of us?” Thunderlane laughed, “Crazy. You’d think you’d get it through your head by now, you’re not cut out for this stuff. Stay in your lane and keep doing your stunts or whatever.
"I don't know, this might be her true calling, it's not a bad look on her," Misty remarked.
The other Wonderbolts murmured in agreement, inspecting Lightning from other angles while Lightning frowned and continued to turn red.
“Alright guys, go easy,” Rainbow said, softly.
“Don’t feel bad for her now, Dash,” Misty Fly said, “She almost got your friends killed, you’re always reminding us!”
“I know, but…” Rainbow said, “Don't take it too far.”
“She took it too far when she almost caught a conviction for reckless flying,” Soarin countered, "She put ponies' lives at risk, Dash, that's serious."
“Y’know, maybe it’s not her fault. She might not have been able to read the rules and regulations handbook, the dumb bitch,” Fleetfoot laughed.
“I guess it’s true what they say about blondes,” Thunderlane snickered.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
The Wonderbolts’ laughter shut off like a switch had been flipped, when Spitfire came storming in from another corridor. Rainbow turned red; she had not meant for Spitfire to find out about all this.
“Rainbow Dash,” Spitfire said, glancing between her and Lightning, “Do you have authorization to bring a civilian into Wonderbolt facilities?”
“No, ma’am,” Rainbow admitted, “Sorry, ma’am.”
“What is this supposed to be, some joke?” Spitfire demanded, glaring at Lightning Dust, “Answer me, washout, what is your purpose here? Trying to find out our secrets?”
“N-No, m-ma’am, I…” Lightning stammered.
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” Spitfire roared, “I recall telling you never to step hoof back in this building.”
Lightning hesitated, before her rage took the better of her.
“....Maybe I just wanted to check to see if anypony’s beaten all the records I set in the two weeks I was here,” Lightning fired back, catching Rainbow by surprise. All eyes drifted up towards the banners that hung in the rafters of the cafeteria. They did not bear Lightning’s name, but they all knew that Lightning had surpassed all the times listed, back during her time as a cadet.
“I guess not. You all love to talk down to me, but we all know it’s because you’re jealous. I beat all your records. I earned my place here. I was the best flier you ever had, and you threw me out.”
"Hard to take you seriously when you're dressed like that," Misty said, dryly. Spitfire took a step closer toward Lightning, who tried her best to stand her ground.
“I'll tell you what I told you before, since you still haven't learned a thing," Spitfire said, "Being the best should never come at the expense of ponies’ safety. Ponies like you think they can get away with doing awful things, just because you thought you were trying to be good. You don’t even know what good is. All you care about is how to further your own ends, how to get ahead of the competition. And where has that led you?”
Spitfire eyed her up and down, and Lightning lowered her head, ashamed.
“You’re not worth my time. You’re not worth anypony’s time,” Spitfire spat, “So get out.”
Lightning could not stop herself from crying this time, spinning around and shuffling out of the cafeteria, her skirt ruffling as she went.
Rainbow glared at Spitfire, who was unrelenting. Soarin, Misty, Fleetfoot, and Thunderlane seemed uneasy, perhaps regretful, but did not dare step out of line to go pursue her. Rainbow did, however, turning around to catch up to Lightning, who had run into one of the locker rooms.
“Lightning!”
Rainbow found Lightning by the lockers, her head buried in her hooves, sniveling and sobbing in silence.
“Lightning,” Rainbow said, more gently. She checked over her shoulder to make sure they were alone.
“Stop,” Lightning said, struggling to speak through the tears, “Please, stop.”
“Lightning, I’m sorry,” Rainbow said, speaking to Lightning’s back, “This got way out of hoof. They shouldn’t have said all of that. Lightning! Listen to me, please stop crying.”
Lightning desperately tried to get control of herself, but she was overcome by emotion then.
“No, no…She’s right. You’re right. They’re all right. I never should’ve….Fuck. Fuck!” Lightning yelled, collapsing against the lockers.
Lightning caught her breath, picking at her skirt and leaning against the lockers.
"I wanted to be one of you so badly. My whole life," Lightning said, "And after I fucked everything up, I thought the next best thing would be to try and prove to you all that you made a mistake passing me over. But that'll never happen. I won't be good enough to be anything other than a joke to you guys. A fucking loser who you get to dress up and parade around town."
“Lightning," Rainbow said, "You need to stop thinking that the Wonderbolts are the end-all-to-be-all. I love being a Wonderbolt, but there are days where I can’t stand it. Teammates, the pressure, the work, it’s a lot,[/i....You get to run your own team, one who loves and looks up to you. You have fans all over Equestria. There are a lot of days where I envy you, Lightning. If I didn't have any respect for you as a flier, I wouldn't have bothered racing you. Yeah, I beat you yesterday, but on another day you could’ve beat me, you know that.”
Lightning calmed herself down, glancing at Rainbow, skeptically.
“This whole bet was just a way for you to bully me," Lightning said.
"It was a way to get you to put your ego in check, and stop taking yourself so seriously," Rainbow said, "But it got taken too far, and I'm sorry, Lightning."
Lightning eyed her.
"....It's OK," Lightning said, rubbing her eyes, "It's OK. It was almost....kinda....fun, I guess. And maybe you're right, maybe I do stuff without thinking too much, and maybe I have an ego problem. I'm the one who should be sorry."
Rainbow raised an eyebrow, as if she was expecting a more comprehensive apology. Lightning glared at her, and groaned.
“Alright,” Lightning said, supposing she owed Rainbow more than that, "I’m sorry. For everything. For the stuff at the Academy, with your friends….For Ponyville, and Scootaloo. For how I treated you, for how I’ve always hated you…That was all shitty. I was shitty. I’m sorry.”
Rainbow smiled.
“Well,” Rainbow said, “After today, I guess we’ll call it even.”
Lightning smiled back. She turned to hug Rainbow, hesitantly. But once Rainbow reciprocated her, Lightning fell into the embrace. She felt safe. She felt warm. She felt free.
“Friends?” Rainbow asked.
Lightning sniffled and pulled away for a moment, before leaning back in for another hug.
“Friends,” Lightning smiled, "But that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you the next time we race."
"Be careful," Rainbow smirked, "The next time, it's cheerleader for a week."
Lightning laughed, glancing down at herself and laughing again at how ridiculous she looked.
Rainbow perked up at the sound of hooves squeaking against tile. Soarin, Thunderlane, Misty, and Fleetfoot had arrived, all glancing at the ground. Lightning's smile faded, and she braced herself for a sequel to the verbal assault she had endured earlier.
"Hey, Lightning," Soarin said, clearing his throat, "We're, uh....We're sorry."
Lightning glanced at Rainbow, who seemed pleasantly perplexed.
"We're sorry we laughed at you," Fleetfoot added, "We just....Well, ever since you started your own team, the competition may have gotten to our heads."
"I get it," Lightning said, "I haven't made much of an effort to put the bad blood behind me, so I'm sorry too."
"We should all go training together sometime," Misty added, hoping for some reconciliation, "You can bring your teammates too."
"And maybe you can dress up and cheer at our races, too," grinned Thunderlane. Fleetfoot jabbed him in the side.
Lightning stifled a laugh, glancing down at herself. She sighed, and admitted to herself she was not as repulsed by this look as she had convinced herself she was. Part of her felt free, even, to have been forced into this predicament, to prop herself up as the pink, preppy pony she had always wondered about becoming.
"I'll think about it," Lightning cooed, smiling to herself while Soarin and Thunderlane both pumped their hooves in the air and gave a small cheer.
Lightning shot a glance over at Rainbow.
“....So, uh, can I take this off now?” Lightning asked.
Rainbow rubbed her chin and gave it some thought.
“I don’t know. You do look super cute.”
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Who Know What
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Main 6,Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Scootaloo,Alternate Universe,Drama,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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A Dog Named Storm
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Rainbow Dash's life is ripped away and replaced with a new one
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<p>Rainbow Dash doesn't know how or why but she's a dog now. She knows she's not supposed to be a dog and she has a life back in Ponyville but she soon finds out her life doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is to look past on what's best for her and what's best for her little sister.</p>
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In the corner of a crowded, noisy room, a young Doberman pup lay curled up on a worn-out blanket, her ears laid flat against her head. She was trembling, not from the cold, but from fear and confusion. Her chocolate-brown eyes searched the room, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar sights and smells. This was not the place she remembered calling home. The floor was hard, the air was filled with the yelps and howls of other animals, the light was too bright and the smell of disinfectant constantly hung in the air.
Her name tag read 'Sunshine', but she knew that was not her name. She was Rainbow Dash, the fastest flier in Equestria. But here, in this place, she couldn't even spread her wings without bumping into cold metal bars. When she had wings anyway. Words couldn’t describe how she misses feeling wings on her back. She had learned from the employees of the shelter she was a six-month-old puppy, but she knew better. She was a pegasus. Fully grown, independent, a hero of her town and the Element of Loyalty. She had a life, a home and friends and family who she loved and missed badly. She didn't belong here. Since the day she woke up in this cage she remembered everything. Or at least she thought she did. She could recall her foalhood easily enough. Her old job as weather manager and eventually into a Wonderbolt. Most of all she could remember the five greatest friends she could have ever asked for. So why couldn't she remember how she got here?
The kennel she resided in wasn't in Ponyville, she knew that much. So her friends couldn't know she was trapped and helpless in a kennel with no hope of getting back to her old life.
At first she thought it was all an elaborate prank set up by Discord or possibly Twilight with some kind of illusion spell. When the first day ended Rainbow held onto the belief she was being tricked, hallucinating or locked inside her scrambled brain while she was really in the hospital recovering from a brain injury. Then the day turned into a week and the week turned into a month. Has it been a month? She couldn't know.
Rainbow Dash's stomach rumbled, a reminder that she hadn't eaten in what felt like forever. The food they gave her was strange, like nothing she'd ever tasted. It was dry and crunchy, not at all like the fresh fruits and vegetables she was used to. She knew it was dog food but calling it that only made it harder to eat it when she felt hungry enough to eat past the taste. There was always a full bowl right in front of her which she did her best to ignore. Then there was also the constant feeling of deep depression that was helping keep her ribs visible. When they let her out to "do her business" Rainbow Dash hardly found the will to get up and leave the cage to be under the sun. It was seeing the sky that made it most painful. The one thing she could no longer have was forever out of reach and she didn't want to look at it if she could help it. All she wanted to do was stay curled up in a ball and hope to wake back to her old life.
The ponies who worked here tried to cheer her up by giving her special toys, treats and lots of praise. Nothing was going to make her stubby tail wag. If anything their attempts made her feel worse, because they were treating her like the dog she appeared to be.
She wondered if the girls were looking for her. How much time has passed since she disappeared from Ponyville? The conversations she picked up from employees and potential adopters never mentioned her real name or of any missing pony. It was like she never existed.
One day the only shimmering bit of hope was a dark shadow. The usual two ponies that cared for the animals came in that morning as usual to refill their food and water bowls. When they came to Rainbow Dash the ponies still stopped to look down at her despite having two full bowls. Rainbow paid them no mind as they spoke of her. It was just another day of depressing captivity.
"She's going to die," one of the mares spoke.
The words cut through the cacophony of the shelter like a knife. Rainbow Dash's ears perked up at the whispered conversation between the two employees. She had heard similar comments before, but this one was different. It was said with a sadness that the others lacked, a genuine concern that made her heart clench.
"No, she's just really scared," the other pony replied, her voice gentler. "Look at her eyes. They're full of life. She just needs the right home, someone who can understand her."
"Sunshine has been here for over a month now," the first mare replied. "Nobody wants a depressed dog. We tried everything we could to make her happy. I don't like it anymore than you do but I think we need to start considering..."
Her voice trailed off as the other mare's eyes grew wide. Rainbow Dash could guess what that meant. Heck, she thought, maybe that is the only way I can leave this personal nightmare.
The gentler mare looked down on Rainbow with pity. She bent down to look into the pup's eyes. "Don't worry, Sunshine. I won't let that happen," she whispered. "I'll prove to them that you’re worth something. It’s just a matter of time before someone sees that in you like I do.”
Rainbow could almost appreciate the love and care this mare was showing but she was still talking to her like a dog. Still calling her that damn name! If only she could tell her her real name she would know just how special she truly was.
The next day, the shelter door swung open with a jingle of bells, letting in a burst of cool morning air. Rainbow Dash barely lifted her head from her paws, too tired to muster much interest in the latest round of potential adopters. They would barely glance at her, see her hopeless look and move on to the next kennel. Good riddance, Rainbow would say. But then she heard it. The unmistakable rasp of a young pegasus's voice. It was faint, muffled by the chatter of the ponies around her, but it was enough to make her heart race. Was that Scootaloo?
Rainbow forced herself to stand, her legs shaking as she stepped closer to the bars. There, among the crowd, was the young, orange pegasus filly with a purple mane and a sadness in her eyes that almost matched Rainbow's own. She was a little older than Rainbow recalled her to be but it was definitely her with her Winged Shield Cutie Mark. She was standing next to a taller, older pegasus, who had to be her mom. Now, here they were, searching through the kennels for a new family member.
Scootaloo's mom spoke to the employees while Scootaloo half-heartedly looked around the kennels.
"Scoots, come look at this one," she said, pointing to a hyperactive golden retriever. Scootaloo dragged her hooves, clearly unenthused by the idea.
Rainbow felt a pang of hope. If they were here for a dog, then maybe they could take Rainbow! Then she could find a way to communicate with them and get help from Twilight!
With all the strength she could muster, Rainbow started to bark. It was an awkward, forced sound, nothing like the majestic voice she had as Rainbow Dash but she hoped it would be enough to get Scootaloo's attention. It didn't get Scootaloo's attention but the mare who was talking with her mom gave her a confused look with a touch of hope. Rainbow didn't notice this as her attention was solely focused on getting her little sister to notice her. Scoots, it's me! she screamed in her mind. Scootaloo! Get me out of here!
"Look, she's trying to talk to you," the staff mare said to Scootaloo with a smile.
Scootaloo gave Rainbow a glance and looked around at the other dogs who were mimicking her. Scootaloo raised an eyebrow at the mare. "They all are."
The staff mare chuckled. "No, really. Sunshine here's usually so sad. It's like she's lost her will to live. But today, she's barking like crazy!"
Scootaloo shrugged, still not seeing the point of looking at another sad animal. Even if it did suddenly become a barking machine. She had enough of her own sadness back in Ponyville.
"Look, I know you may not think much of her, but she's so different now that you're here," the mare insisted. "See the way she's looking at you?"
Rainbow was indeed looking at Scootaloo with every ounce of hope she had left. Scoots, it's me! Rainbow Dash! Please, you've got to help me! Her thoughts echoed in her head, even though she knew they couldn't be heard by anyone else. She watched her like a hawk as Scootaloo took a half-hearted step closer, the sadness in her eyes momentarily lifting. Rainbow barked again, willing the filly to understand she needed her.
"Why is she so skinny?" Scootaloo asked, a little sadness in her tone.
The sudden question from Scootaloo made Rainbow's tail wag, despite the sadness that weighed it down. The employees looked at her with surprise, not expecting such a reaction from the usually unresponsive pup. Rainbow recognized the worry in Scootaloo's voice, and she tried to bark back, to reassure her, but all that came out was a pitiful whine.
The staff mare leaned in closer. "Aw, she's just not been eating much. She's really shy and has had a tough time adjusting to the shelter life."
I'll eat! I'll eat! Rainbow dove at her food bowl and began scarfing down the now stale food. Happy now? I'm eating! Still chewing the kibble in her mouth she threw her head back to see if Scootaloo was watching, making bits fly out and hit her face. Oops...
The mares exchanged glances, surprised by Rainbow's sudden change in demeanor. Scootaloo looked on, feeling a tug at her heartstrings. Something was definitely off about this pup. Her mom stepped closer to Rainbow's kennel, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Looks like you've made a friend," she said to Scootaloo.
Scootaloo stepped closer, studying Rainbow with curiosity. Pondering on the decision she was about to make. Rainbow's eyes never left her sister, begging for her to understand. Please... please don't leave me here...
Finally, with a small nod, Scootaloo turned to her mom. "I guess she can come back home with us."
Rainbow couldn't believe it. Was this really happening? She felt a spark of joy that she hadn't felt in what felt like forever. It was like a warm light shone down from the heavens. She wagged her tail so hard her whole body wiggled. The employees looked shocked but delighted. They opened the cage door and let her out. Rainbow didn't bother to hide her excitement anymore. She bolted out and practically tackled Scootaloo to the floor and barked happily. This was it! This was her chance to get back home!
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<p>Rainbow Dash doesn't know how or why but she's a dog now. She knows she's not supposed to be a dog and she has a life back in Ponyville but she soon finds out her life doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is to look past on what's best for her and what's best for her little sister.</p>
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2024-08-17T22:06:33+00:00
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Rainbow could barely contain her excitement as she sat beside Scootaloo in the shelter’s front office. The staff were busy with Scootaloo’s mom filling out all the paperwork while they waited by the door. The door, Rainbow thought dreamily. She was going to walk out that door with hope because was leaving and never coming back. Not only that, she was leaving with her little sister! Someone she loved. Someone she trusted! Whether it was luck, fate or a random act of chance Rainbow wasn’t going to question it. She’ll be back in the air any day now.
Rainbow couldn’t help eyeing the quill they were using. How badly she wanted to jump up, grab that quill and with its sweet, black ink she would write out the message of who she really was. Maybe I should go for it now? I may not be able to fly but I’m still fast. I could write it fast. I’m Rainbow Dash! As if her canine body was agreeing with her mind Rainbow found herself already bent low to the ground ready to sprint and pounce. Before she could make her move a hoof began stroking her back, breaking her concentration. Whipping her head back with a cross look on her face Rainbow saw it was Scootaloo rubbing her back. She had practically forgotten she was there. Almost on instinct Rainbow immediately relaxed her body and backed up a little more into Scootaloo. On second thought, maybe it would be better to wait to get back to Ponyville. Rainbow had learnt a few moments ago the shelter she had been trapped in resided in Trottingham of all places. (The name of the town caught her ears as the staff were reading out the adoption contract.) It would be a far journey home if she did something to mess up the opportunity to get the fastest and easiest way home.
“Sunshine.”
Rainbow wanted to growl in frustration as Scootaloo said her ‘name’. It was a fine name and all for another dog she guessed but it wasn’t her name. She had a brown coat now for crying out loud! Apparently the staff named her that since they thought it would bring luck on improving her mood here. They were wrong. Dead wrong. Pegasi crashing, fire burning, moon shattering wrong.
“I’m not sure I like that name for you,” Scootaloo went on. “You need a cooler name.”
Rainbow’s ears perked up at the words. Of course Scootaloo didn’t like the name either. She was her little sister for a reason after all.
“Maybe Rain…” Scootaloo started. Rainbow flinched at the start of her name. “Actually, no…. No, I can’t make you live up to that name.”
Rainbow didn’t realize she tilted her head at Scootaloo’s words. What did she mean by that? Is she referring to Pegasus me? Does Scootaloo know something of what happened to me?
“But maybe something close to it.” Scootaloo looked down at Rainbow both clearly in deep thought for different reasons. “Something Rain… Cloud? No- Rain Splash? Ugh, that’s even worse. Rainstorm? Or maybe just Storm?”
Getting impatient with her confusion and hearing silly names, Rainbow let out a small bark at Scootaloo hoping to make her stop. You’re going to give me a headache, kid!
“You like the name Storm, huh?” Scootaloo asked, assuming that’s what the Doberman puppy wanted. “I guess it’s close enough. And a lot cooler than Sunshine.”
Storm is a cool name. Rainbow internally agreed. And a lot better than Sunshine. Just don’t get too used to calling me that cause I’m gonna be back in the air any day now. I’ll make sure you have an awesome dog to call Storm when I’m back. Something fast. Like a greyhound. For now, I’ll play along. She looked up at Scootaloo with hopeful eyes, her tail shuffling lightly on the floor. Wait, when did my tail start wagging?
The paperwork was soon completed and the gentle staffmare handed over a leash to Scootaloo. "Remember to keep Sunshine on a tight leash when outside. She might be a little frightened of the new sights and sounds. Your mom said you’re taking the train home tomorrow so don’t feed her too much before the trip and it will help if she has a chew toy to go for the ride.”
Scootaloo took the leash and nodded solemnly. Rainbow could tell she was excited but wasn’t letting it show. Rainbow herself felt a mix of emotions. She was happy to be out of the shelter but she was going to have to stay in this form for a bit longer. "Thanks," she replied to the staffmare with a smile. "I’ll take good care of her. And it’s Storm now.”
The staffmare blinked, confused. "I’m sorry, what did you say?"
"Her name is Storm now," Scootaloo repeated firmly, stroking the pup's back. "It suits her better. Also, it reminds me a little of my old sister.”
The staffmare looked puzzled but nodded, making a note of the name change. Rainbow unknowingly tilted her head again. ‘Old sister?’ Doesn’t she mean ‘Older sister?’ Whatever. It didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that Rainbow was to never see the inside of this shelter ever again. Even if it did mean being led out on a leash by her sister.
They stepped outside and Rainbow felt the sun’s warmth on her fur for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The sounds of the city were deafening compared to the cacophony of the shelter but she didn’t care. It was the smells that hit her first. The smell of fresh grass, the distant scent of rain, the faint aroma of donuts from a nearby bakery, and oh, the sweet scent of the clouds she longed to touch. Rainbow’s nose quivered, taking in every scent, trying to remember them all for when she’s back to her rightful form. The concrete was hard under her padded paws and she missed the feeling of the cool clouds beneath her hooves.
Soon, Rainbow. Soon.
Scootaloo’s mom led the way back to the place they were staying as Scootaloo and Rainbow followed close behind. They had to walk back since carriages didn’t allow dogs unless they were in a crate. Rainbow didn’t mind though. For the first time in what felt like eons she was actually feeling quite happy.
The sights and sounds of the city were indeed overwhelming to Rainbow’s canine senses. Every little thing was a new experience to her. Carriages rolling, birds chirping, foals laughing, it was like her mind was a sponge soaking everything up. Rainbow’s eyes widened at certain things she saw. Things like a squirrel scurrying up a tree, a cat lounging on a windowsill, and other dogs that came too close for comfort as they walked by. Why am I only now feeling tense at the sight of other animals? I was locked up with them for what felt like years and handled it easily enough. It was a world she knew so well but had never truly experienced from such a low point of view. The sounds were so much louder down here, the smells so much more pungent and the sights so much... much more. Guess you really don’t know what you have until you’re a dog.
They arrived at a large apartment building. It was cleaner than Rainbow had expected and had a fancy glass door with a gold handle. She had to admit, it was really decent. Something a Wonderbolt could retire in. They all approached the door that had a buzzer with a list of names. Rainbow tried to read the names but they were written in some kind of squiggly code that she couldn’t make out. Who makes squiggly lines rather than actual names at a door buzzer? Was this some kind of fancy place only ponies like Rarity could know why the list of names were in code?
They didn’t need to buzz in, it seemed as Scoot’s mom produced a key from her saddlebag and unlocked the door for them. Feeling hesitant for some reasons Rainbow followed behind Scootaloo as far as the leash would allow it. She wasn’t looking to try and run off or anything. She needed Scootaloo. This place just felt so big. Like she didn’t belong here and the building knew it. Fully inside the entryway Rainbow jumped feeling a strong cold breeze go over her body followed by a strong scent of metal. What the hay is that? Scootaloo noticed Rainbow’s little panic and was quick to see what the problem was.
“It’s just the AC, Storm,” she explained, giving a gentle tug on the leash. “You’ll get used to them.”
Rainbow eyes found the metal contraption on the wall. She had never felt so cold in Ponyville, not even during winter. As a Pegasus she easily adapted to the cold weather like all pegasi did. Being a weather manager required more tolerance to the cold, too. Now as a dog she was feeling the bite of air conditioning. The coat she now bore was so sleek and short it made her feel weak and vulnerable. No, Scoots. I won’t get used to it. I don’t want to get used to it. I want to go home and get my life back and that’s exactly what I’m going to get. Rainbow gave the AC a dirty look before walking on.
Seeing there was no elevator in this apartment they had to take the stairs. From the long walk and the journey up the stairs Rainbow was now finding herself worn out. Again, this sort of exercise would be an easy thing to do as her old self. She looked at Scootaloo who was trotting up the stairs with ease and envy filled her. Even with her shorter legs she was doing better. Rainbow’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, panting as they stopped in front of a door leading to a hall of door. They were almost there now. Whether the place had a cold stone floor or shag carpet Rainbow was going to collapse on it and sleep for a month. This puppy gig sucks rocks! And what kind of fancy apartment doesn’t have an elevator?
They finally reached the apartment and with another twist of the key they were inside. Rainbow took in her surroundings. It was definitely more decent than the shelter. One of the first things she noticed was the plush feel of carpet beneath her paws. The walls were painted a soft yellow adorned with family photos, the couch was a plush blue velvet, a rather long dining table and what had to be the most beautiful thing Rainbow had ever seen in a long time was a writing desk. A writing desk with quills and ink to be exact. Oh yeah, I’ll definitely be using those later. But for now I really need to rest up. I doubt I could even make it to the desk let alone write out a message.
“Make yourself comfortable, Storm," Scootaloo said, unclipping the leash.
Rainbow didn’t need a second invitation. She stumbled over and flopped down on the carpet with a contented sigh. Rainbow could feel the fatigue from the day wash over her. Scootaloo sat beside her gently rubbing her back, “Good girl, Storm.”
And that was the last thing Rainbow heard before falling into a deep sleep.
The sound of the bustling streets down below was the first thing she could hear when Rainbow woke up. She yawned and stretched out her limbs, her body feeling surprisingly rested despite the discomfort of the floor. Gently raising her head, she looked around and found the room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Guess they decided to not to disturb me and went to bed themselves.
With a renewed sense of urgency, Rainbow felt her need for water. As a dog, the necessity for hydration was more pressing than ever. Her tongue was sticky and dry, and she could feel the thirst from her core. She pushed herself to her feet and padded over to the kitchen area, her eyes searching for a bowl or anything that would hold water. There it was, a shiny metal bowl by the fridge. Making her way to it like a mare lost in a scorching desert Rainbow shoved her muzzle in the water and began to drink, and drink, and drink. Never had water going down her throat felt so good.
As she lapped up the cool water she couldn’t help but stare at the quills and ink on the desk in the other room. Now that she wasn’t tired anymore she knew exactly what she had to do. Rainbow’s mind was racing on what words she’d use to write. I’ve got to let them know it’s me. That I’m not just some stray puppy. That I’m a Pegasus! That I’m Rainbow Dash! And I have to do it without waking anybody. Who knows when I’ll get another shot at this?
Moving as quietly as she could, Rainbow crept over to the desk. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She had to be careful. If she knocked something over, she’d be caught for sure. With a silent prayer to Celestia she picked up a quill with her mouth and dipped it into the inkwell. The quill felt strange between her teeth. It was so much thinner and more fragile than she was used to. But she had to try. She had to get her message out there. Rainbow approached the paper with determination, her tail wagging slightly with excitement. This was it.
But as she went to write, she found herself frozen. The quill hovered just above the paper, trembling slightly. Rainbow stared at the paper, feeling utterly lost. The thoughts in her head were as clear as the noonday sky, but she couldn’t translate them into the familiar strokes of ink she knew so well. Panic began to set in. Did she forget how to write? It couldn’t be. She’s written hundreds, no, thousands of times. Maybe not big words like Twilight could but still!
She took a step back, bumping the ink pot with her paw and dropped the quill in her teeth. It clattered on the desk, and she watched as a tiny pool of ink began to spread out. Rainbow felt a strong feeling of frustration. How could she have forgotten something so fundamental? So easy to remember? Could there be anything else she couldn’t now do as a dog? Wait… those squiggly lines on the buzzer list. No… Surely not.
Her eyes darted to the bookshelf. It was filled with books of all colors and sizes. Rainbow trotted over to it, her tail tucked between her legs. Her eyes scanned the spines, hoping to find some semblance of order. But as she looked closer, she realized she couldn’t read them either. The letters and words were just more squiggles, indecipherable to her canine eyes. Panic turned into horror. What kind of curse is this? To take away not just her ability to fly but to read and write? Rainbow felt a low growl build in her throat, she hadn’t realized she had forgotten how to read and write too. She nosed through the books hoping that she could at least read some small words. But it was like trying to catch smoke with her teeth.
The room began to spin around her as the reality of her situation sunk in. She had been so focused on flying again that she hadn’t even considered the possibility that she had lost more than just her wings. Rainbow felt a tear slide down her furry cheek. It was a sadness she hadn’t felt since she was stuck in the Everfree Forest all those years ago, lost and unable to find her way out. But she wasn’t lost anymore. Not in the same way at least. Lost in the sense of who she was and what she had become. Lost in a world she knew so well but was now so alien to her. Lost as Rainbow Dash. Lost as Storm.
Rainbow stepped back from the bookshelf, her body trembling slightly. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Not when she was so close to getting home. She had to keep it together. Rainbow took a deep breath and turned around to find Scootaloo standing in the doorway, her tired eyes locked on her newly adopted puppy. Rainbow looked up at her wondering how much she seen? Rainbow stood frozen in the dark waiting to hear what Scootaloo would have to say because all she could manage to get out was a small, reluctant whimper.
“Storm, what have you done?” Scootaloo scolded in a hushed tone, looking at the mess she made on the desk along with the books scattered on the floor. “This isn’t even our home!”
Rainbow looked back at the ink mess she had made earlier, then back at Scootaloo. Her canine face looked as if to say, Whoops.
Scootaloo sighed, walking over to the desk and carefully picking up the quill. She dipped it in the inkwell to clean it off before setting it back in its stand. Rainbow watched her sister’s deft hooves move with a grace she no longer possessed. Her paws felt clumsy in comparison, unable to hold the quill the way she used to. Thinking she should at least help where she could Rainbow went back to the books and began to pick up a book between her teeth.
“Storm, no!”
Rainbow immediately dropped the book in her mouth and looked back to see her sister coming over to her with a cross look. She snatched up the book and shoved it in Rainbow’s face.
“You don’t chew books!” Scootaloo whispered angrily, pushing the book closer to her face as it were a holy artifact that would expel the chewing demon from her body. Thankfully, Rainbow wasn’t playing as Twilight’s new pet or she may not have lived to see tomorrow. “These are not for you! No!”
Rainbow couldn’t help recoiling at the scolding. She was just trying to help and Scootaloo was angry at her for it. It made her feel worthless, scared and small. Like… a bad dog… The sudden thought felt like a bee sting to her heart. No, I’m not a bad dog! I'm not a dog at all! I’m Rainbow Dash! I’m the Rainbow Dash! I’m cool! I’m awesome! I’m… Rainbow glanced back at Scootaloo’s angry face hoping she would understand. I’m not a bad dog. I’m not a bad dog. I just want to go home, Scoots… I just want to go home.
Scootaloo saw the fear in Storm’s eyes and realized she may have gone too far. Storm was in new surroundings after all. She didn’t know the rules of any of that stuff yet. Letting out another deep sigh, Scootaloo put the rest of the books back into place, cleaned the desk up and came back to Storm whispering comforting words. Storm seemed to understand she was forgiven as she sat up properly and rested her head against Scootaloo’s chest whimpering softly. Scootaloo gave her head a gentle pat and a scratch behind the ear. Her touch was oddly more comforting than Rainbow thought it would be.
“It’s okay, Storm. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m still kind of adjusting to the idea of how you’re gonna be my best friend. I’ll try to remember that.” Scootaloo gave her one final pat and turned away. “Come on, you can sleep in the bed with me.”
Rainbow stayed put staring into space trying to process what just happened. Why did I submit to Scootaloo like that? Why was I so afraid of her? And why did I feel so guilty? I’m supposed to be her big sister. Well, you’re not her big sister, are you? a nasty voice spoke in her head. Not anymore.
“Storm, come on. Let’s go to bed, okay?” Scootaloo’s voice was softer now, filled with concern. “We’re going home tomorrow.”
Home.
That sounded so awesome right now. Just get home first. Then she could worry about finding a way to communicate to her friends. Her five best friends… her one friend…. Hope began to swell inside Rainbow Dash like a balloon. Holding on to the idea tight in her mind Rainbow went after Scootaloo eagerly accepting the offer to share the bed.
Fluttershy, you and I are gonna have a long talk.
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A Dog Named Storm
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<p>Rainbow Dash doesn't know how or why but she's a dog now. She knows she's not supposed to be a dog and she has a life back in Ponyville but she soon finds out her life doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is to look past on what's best for her and what's best for her little sister.</p>
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The next day dawned with the promise of a new beginning for Rainbow. The morning was a blur of excitement and nerves as they packed up their things and headed to the train station. The staffmare at the shelter had warned them that dogs weren’t allowed in the passenger cars, so Rainbow found herself being led into the cargo hold. The smell was intense. A mix of hay, engine oil, and something she couldn't place. It was a tight space, filled with crates and luggage. Rainbow looked around, her ears drooped as she realized she’d be spending the journey in there.
The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, and the world outside grew quieter as the train started moving. Rainbow whined a little, feeling the vibrations of the train’s engines beneath her paws. It was eerie, being in such a confined space, surrounded by strange noises and smells. She felt so... small. So helpless. Not like Rainbow Dash at all. She chastised herself when the thought What would Rainbow Dash do? crossed her mind. You’re Rainbow Dash, dummy! And what you’re going to do is not panic, not cry and certainly not wet yourself! Scootaloo made sure you went before getting on the train. Oh, thanks brain! I totally never want to forget one of the most humiliating parts of my life!
The journey was long and uncomfortable. Rainbow tried to sleep but the constant jostling of the train kept her on edge. She could feel the anticipation building with every passing moment, her muscles tense with the need to be out of this metal box. She missed the open sky, the feel of the wind in her cyan coat. She missed flying. She missed being Rainbow Dash. Right now all she had to help her cope was a plush teddy bear. She managed to ignore it for about five minutes before finally deciding to give a chew toy a try to calm her down. Rainbow was embarrassed to admit to herself that the act was sort of helping. Still, it kind of felt like she was a foal sucking on a pacifier to keep her from wailing.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the train screeched to a halt. Rainbow’s ears perked up at the sound of hooves and voices outside the cargo hold. The door slammed open, and the blinding light of Ponyville’s sun filled the space. Rainbow Dash was relieved to see Scootaloo already waiting for her, leash in hoof. Rainbow Dash had other plans, though. She didn’t want to upset Scootaloo with her plan but it had to be done. She’d understand soon enough.
Keeping a passive look on her face Rainbow patiently waited for Scootaloo to unlock the cage door. The second she heard the unmistakable click of a lock being undone, Rainbow burst out with such force it knocked Scootaloo on her flank, and she was on the run. Rainbow heard Scootaloo calling for ‘Storm’ to stop and come back along with the urge to listen. No, she had to do this. Fluttershy’s cottage wasn’t far from the train station. She could make it. She had to.
The wind felt strange blowing through her fur as she sprinted through the streets of Ponyville. Rainbow felt a bit of pride knowing she was probably the fastest dog in the town. At least she still had that. The town looked different from this perspective. So many more things to sniff and pee on. Wait, what? Focus, Dash! Ignoring the yells of surprise from the ponies she rushed by, Rainbow had to focus harder to block out Scootaloo’s voice. She sounded close but Rainbow wasn’t going to chance looking back to see what would most likely be a look of hurt and betrayal.
It took her less than five minutes to reach the cottage. Rainbow’s legs burned from the exercise and she panted heavily. She was severely out of shape. This whole being a dog thing was really ruining her cardio. Forcing herself to push past her exhaustion Rainbow leapt up at the front door and began frantically scratching followed by immense barking. Barking for regular pony folk but Rainbow knew Fluttershy would understand she was yelling for her to open the door.
“Fluttershy! I need your help! Open up! It’s me, Rainbow!”
The door swung open and standing there was Fluttershy, looking as lovely as ever. Rainbow’s heart soared. She was home! Fluttershy yelped in fright as Rainbow pounced upon her friend and began frantically explaining her situation.
“Fluttershy, it’s me! Rainbow Dash! I’ve been turned into a dog, and I need your help! Don’t be scared, I know I look different, but I’m still me!” Rainbow’s barks were a flurry of hope and desperation.
Fluttershy took a step back, her eyes wide in shock. Rainbow’s hope began to dwindle as she watched her friend’s expression shift from fear to confusion. Did she not recognize her? Or was she just so out of her element that she couldn’t comprehend what was happening? Rainbow felt a cold droplet of doubt trickle down her spine. What if Fluttershy couldn’t understand her? What if none of them could?
Then Fluttershy spoke, “Rainbow Dash?”
Her voice was a whisper, but it washed over Rainbow like a cool breeze on a hot day. Relief flooded her. She had been heard. She hadn’t lost everything.
But before Rainbow could bask in the sweet victory of being recognized, she heard the sound of hooves thundering towards them. Rainbow turned to see Scootaloo, panting and out of breath. She had been chasing her this whole time. Rainbow felt bad for making her run all this way, but it was overshadowed by the fear of not getting back to normal. Knowing they were short on time, Rainbow looked back at Fluttershy.
“Fluttershy! Please, I need your help!” Rainbow begged. “You need-“
“Gotcha!”
Scootaloo had finally caught up with her and snapped the leash back onto her collar. Rainbow felt the cold metal tighten around her neck, and she knew she was in deep trouble. No, I’m not in trouble! I’m saved! Fluttershy knows it’s me now! All hope of that was snuffed out when Rainbow looked back at Fluttershy to see a scared look on her face. No… she heard me. She understood me! She said my name! My real name!
“Fluttershy?” Rainbow whispered, feeling scared. Not because she had made Scootaloo angry with her. It was because Fluttershy was showing no sign of willing to give the help she so desperately needed. “Flutters? Please.”
I can’t believe you did this, Storm!” Scootaloo snapped, yanking Rainbow away from Fluttershy’s doorstep. “Just what were you thinking? I’m so sorry, Fluttershy! I just got her from Trottingham and I think the train ride spooked her too much. No prizes for guessing why she would feel safe here, huh? Funny she knew how to get here though.”
Rainbow’s heart sank. Fluttershy was looking down at her with disbelief and pity. Not recognition. Why? Why won’t she help me? Fluttershy closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and faced Scootaloo. Was she going to help her now? Did she just need a second to process seeing her old friend was a dog now?
“It’s okay, Scootaloo. She’s just overwhelmed. Poor girl,” Fluttershy said, her voice gentle despite her obvious distress. “I’m sure she’ll start to relax once you take her home. And if you don’t mind me saying: she needs to put on some weight. Dobermans aren’t meant to be this skinny.”
"Will do, Fluttershy! And sorry again for the disturbance."
Fluttershy's words felt like lightning strike to Rainbow's heart. Her pointed ears flattened and she slumped, defeated. As Scootaloo pulled her away, she threw a pleading look over her shoulder. Fluttershy remained in the doorway, watching them leave with a sad expression that spoke volumes of her disappointment. Anger began to rise in Rainbow’s chest. She had just been betrayed by someone she knew she could count on. The absolute nerve of that yellow-bellied Pegasus! That turncoat!
“I know you heard me, you traitor!” Rainbow barked furiously at her. “I trusted you! I hate you! I hate you!”
The words have done what Rainbow wanted them to do this time. She watched in satisfaction seeing tears begin to well up in Fluttershy’s eyes. Then the satisfaction was quickly diminished as Rainbow’s dog ears heard a soft sob and the slam of her door. The sound of her crying still reaching her. No, she had to fix this. She didn’t know why Fluttershy wouldn’t help her. There had to be a good reason. Rainbow tried to pull back on the leash to get back to Fluttershy; Scootaloo’s grip wasn’t going to allow her weak puppy body to do so. Tears began to well up in Rainbow’s own eyes now.Oh, Fluttershy, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
“Come on, Storm, let’s go home,” Scootaloo said, seeming to be happy there was no serious harm done. “Everything will be okay. I promise.”
Home. Rainbow had thought she had just arrived there, yet she hadn’t. She was in a town she hadn’t been to in a body she hadn’t wanted. And she had no idea how to get back to being herself. She had thought that getting to Ponyville would be the end of this nightmare, now she knew it was just the beginning. Rainbow’s head hung low as she let Scootaloo lead her away from the cottage. The anger was gone. It had been replaced with a sadness so deep it felt like it was going to swallow her whole.
As they walked, Rainbow took in the familiar sights of Ponyville. Everything looked so different. So much had changed in the short time she’d been gone. New stalls had popped up, new faces in the crowd. And yet, it was all so... the same. Like nothing had changed at all. The irony wasn’t lost on her. Rainbow had been the one who was always looking for the next adventure, the next thrill. Now she was stuck in a body that couldn’t even get her to the clouds she called home.
They arrived at the house and Scootaloo led Rainbow into a cozy looking room with a large bed, a bowl of food and water already waiting for her. Scoot’s aunts must have known they were coming. Rainbow felt tired beyond belief. Maybe it was the running or maybe it was the weight of her failure. Either way she didn’t resist as Scootaloo guided her to the bed. She curled up into a tight ball. What now? Was she going to live out the rest of her days as a dog? Would she ever get to tell her friends the truth? Would she ever get to tell anyone the truth? Rainbow’s stomach twisted at the thought. She had to find a way to tell them. To get them to understand. Right now it felt like any plan she could think of wouldn’t work. So for now she was done making plans. There was something more important to take care of anyway. She needed to make things right with Fluttershy. And Scootaloo. I need to stop being so reckless. I may not be her big sister in this body, but I’m always going to be her friend. No matter what I look like.
Scootaloo sat by Rainbow Dash’s side, her eyes never leaving Rainbow’s. Rainbow hoped she could see how sorry for taking off like that. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to have her emotions toyed with. Rainbow closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to take a much needed nap. When I wake up maybe I’ll try giving this puppy thing a shot. For now.
Upon waking up Rainbow found herself in the middle of the Ponyville park. She was laying on her back on the grass with all her friends surrounding her looking down with concern.
“Y’all took quite the tumble there, sugarcube,” Applejack said.
“Just what were you trying to do anyway?” Twilight chimed in.
Rainbow took a second to clear the cobwebs from her mind. Then one by one she looked at all her friends' looks of relief on their faces. In turn Rainbow felt massively relieved herself. I’m back! She raised her hoof over her eyes to see her sweet, sweet blue hoof. A wide smile spread on Rainbow Dash’s face. It was all just one big nightmare. I’m gonna have to send a letter to Princess Luna about the length of my nightmares. Right now she was all too happy to be back with her friends.
“Yeah,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, smiling ever so brightly. “You know how expensive vet bills can get? It’s crazy!”
Rainbow Dash’s blood ran cold. What did she just say? Before she could ask Pinkie to repeat herself Rarity spoke up.
“Honestly, Darling, anyone watching that reckless stunt one could have sworn you were trying to fly. The absurdity of it all! A dog thinking it can fly!”
No…
“No, guys! I’m not a dog!” Rainbow scrambled to her hooves. “Look at me! I’m obviously a pony!”
The girls all looked at Fluttershy as if she was Rainbow’s translator. Fluttershy cleared her throat and responded confidently, “She said she was pretending to be a Pegasus and got a little carried away with the act.”
“What? No! I-“ Rainbow’s protests were cut short as her tongue fell out of her mouth. It was now long, flat and slobbery. An icy cold fear instantly overcame her.
Rainbow shot her hooves up to her mouth trying to push her tongue back in. The feeling of sharp teeth came to greet her. Tears began to roll down her eyes. The humiliation of the transformation of her mouth and crying in front of her friends burned like fire.
“I think Sunshine has had enough excitement for today,” Fluttershy said, walking towards her with a leash.
My name’s not Sunshine! I’m Storm! Wait, I mean Rainbow Dash!
The words remained stuck in Rainbow’s throat as she felt the cold metal of the leash clip onto the collar she didn’t know she was wearing. This isn’t happening! This isn’t real! This isn’t real!
Fluttershy began to lead Rainbow away while their friends waved and called goodbye to them. The words of them yelling out how she was such a good girl today felt so mocking. The fact that they sounded genuine made it worse.
Why was Fluttershy acting like this? Why wouldn’t she help her? Rainbow felt the anger rising again, and she began to struggle against the leash. Fluttershy’s grip was firm, and she pulled Rainbow back into line with surprising strength.
“No, Sunshine, no pulling. You know better than that,” Fluttershy said, her sickly sweet.
Stop calling me that! A deep, angry growl emitted from her muzzle promising a world of hurt. You want to treat me like your dog? Fine, I'll be your dog! Rainbow launched herself at her friend and knocked her down to the ground. Not giving her a chance to even guess what happened Rainbow was on her front, her muzzle continuing to make savage growls. The fear on Fluttershy’s face was pleasing to Rainbow Dash. This was gonna be so much fun.
Rainbow eyes snapped open, swiftly trying to push herself away from Fluttershy; she didn’t notice she was still laying down in her dog bed and Fluttershy was nowhere to be seen. When her mind began to understand it was all a bad dream Rainbow felt so disgusted with herself. Despite knowing one can never really be in control of their actions in dreams Rainbow still felt ashamed of what her mind had made her see.
Thankfully, she had woken up before she could act upon the evil deed, but not before she heard Fluttershy’s terrified scream.
As much as she hated the feeling, Rainbow felt the need for someone to hold her. Tell her it was all going to be okay. She noticed Scootaloo was in the next room sitting up at the table appearing to be in the middle of writing something. Shoving back her pride as far as she could, Rainbow slowly walked towards Scootaloo’s side and rested her head against her lap, adding a soft whine to let her know she needed comfort.
Scootaloo paused her scribbling, looking down at the sad puppy beside her. Rainbow watched as she put the pen down and slid off the chair. She knew what was coming next and she didn’t fight it. Scootaloo’s forelegs wrapped around her in a gentle hug, which was more than Rainbow could have ever hoped for. It was soothing and comforting in a way that the fluffy bed wasn’t. Rainbow leaned into the warmth and felt the tightness in her chest ease up.
“Still feeling scared, huh, Storm?”
Rainbow involuntarily nodded with her head over Scootaloo's shoulder so neither of them noticed.
Scootaloo patted her back once more and pulled away from her, “Well, maybe this will cheer you up.”
She reached for the paper she was scribbling on and brought in front of Rainbow’s eyes. The sight before her wasn’t squiggly notes she couldn’t read but a sketch. A sketch of what appeared to be of a shield with what Rainbow guessed to be chaotic lightning in the middle of it. Assuming that’s what it was, Rainbow looked at Scootaloo for clarification.
“It’s gonna be your new collar,” Scootaloo explained, happily pointing at the sketch. “Cause my Cutie Mark is a shield and your name being Storm I thought this would be the perfect design. Also, I’m thinking the collar should be purple but I don’t know if that’s your color. Maybe dark blue. There’s still a lot of time to decide since I still need to collect the bits to get it made.”
Rainbow felt a warm feeling in her stomach, a feeling she hadn’t felt since she was in her own body. It was a feeling of belonging. Scootaloo had accepted her, even went the extra mile to make sure she felt she was at home. Rainbow looked into her eyes and gave a gentle lick on her cheek. It was all she could do to express her gratitude.
It looks great, Scoots.
There was a sudden knock at the door, and Rainbow’s head swung back. She began to bark, the sound echoing through the house. Her tail wagged nervously, and she jumped to her paws, ready to protect her home. It wasn’t until Rainbow got to the door that she realized what she was doing. Why did I just lose myself there? I mean I know why, but why?
“Back up, Storm,” Scootaloo nudged her away from the door so she could open it. “Oh… hi Fluttershy. Is this about Storm?”
Fluttershy was here? I need to see her! Forcing herself between the doorframe and Scootaloo she was stopped by her hoof before she could fully get out. Rainbow’s body was too weak to outmatch her strength. “Whoa there, girl. It’s okay, calm down,” Scootaloo soothed, pushing Rainbow back gently. Rainbow still tried to push past but stopped when she saw Fluttershy's eyes. She had clearly been crying. I did that to her. Rainbow suddenly didn't want Fluttershy to see her anymore. I don't deserve her help. Not after what I did.
“Well…” Fluttershy spoke, looking more nervous and timid than usual. “Yes.”
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<p>Rainbow Dash doesn't know how or why but she's a dog now. She knows she's not supposed to be a dog and she has a life back in Ponyville but she soon finds out her life doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is to look past on what's best for her and what's best for her little sister.</p>
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Scootaloo nodded understandingly, “I take it Storm did something in your gardens? Sorry, I’ll come clean it up right now.”
“Oh, no, nothing like that,” Fluttershy replied, showing a slight blush. “I was actually hoping if I could see Storm a bit more closely? I know you already know of her diet situation but when I thought more about the state of her I think I noticed some other concerns. Nothing serious,” she added, seeing Scootaloo’s worried expression.
“Oh, okay then. She’s right here,” Scootaloo gestured to an empty space that Storm had just occupied. “Well, she was. Storm?”
Rainbow ignored Scootaloo’s call. She was still working on stuffing herself under Scootaloo’s bed, her doggy nails scratching at the wooden floor as she tried. It was easy enough to do with Scootaloo not having too much stuff under her bed. This isn’t a dog thing, Rainbow assured herself. If I could fly home and lock my door I would. This is my best option.
Rainbow Dash wasn’t ready to face Fluttershy. Not yet. Not after the awful things she yelled at her. After her little outburst Rainbow wasn’t able to look Fluttershy in the eye and crept away before she or Scootaloo could notice. This day was putting too much on her. So much has happened from the uncomfortable train ride, the mad dash to Fluttershy's cottage, Scootaloo chasing her, hastily told Fluttershy that one of her best friends had turned into a dog and needed her to do something. Fluttershy had understood her, there was no doubt about that. Now that she had time to think under Scoot’s bed she guessed she could have waited to find Fluttershy. It would only be a matter of time before Scootaloo ‘introduced’ Storm to her. Rainbow had completely forgotten how sensitive Fluttershy could be. She must have seen Rainbow thinking she was a stray and needed help. Then I started spewing out crazy nonsense even though it was the truth; I came on too strong. I definitely came as too much of a shock to her and who could blame her? I don’t know how long I’ve been gone or what caused me to disappear. She probably thought she had gone nuts. All because I was aiming for what I wanted. I couldn’t have cared less if her house was on fire with the way I acted.
“Storm, are you in here?”
That voice. That sweet, kind and caring voice: Fluttershy.
Rainbow curled up tight under the bed trying not to make any noise to give away her hiding spot. Just go away. Please just go. I’ll just mess up again.
Fluttershy’s hooves moved, telling Rainbow she was getting closer. She breathed in as quietly as she could and held it in. There couldn’t be even the slightest clue she was under here. Then the clouds opened up revealing the majestic Princess Celestia in all her glory. She smiled down upon her scared subject’s predicament and said, ‘I hate you, Rainbow Dash.’
In other words: Rainbow Dash had sneezed.
There was no way Fluttershy didn’t hear her. Rainbow could see her yellow hooves pause, inches away from her nose.
“Storm?”
Rainbow thought for sure she had been busted. That sneeze was practically a thunderclap. Yet, Fluttershy resumed to pace around the room. It was as if Princess Luna, with all her grace, had flown in front of Celestia’s eyes of doom, blocking the misfortune it would bring down upon her. Then Luna winked at her most awesome subject and said, ‘We hate thee as well, Rainbow Dash!’
In other words: Rainbow sneezed again.
“Oh, you’re under the bed, aren’t you?" Fluttershy said, knowing the answer.
Rainbow’s eyes shifted left and right. She had been discovered. Maybe there was still a chance she could get out of it? Gotta be careful now, Rainbow shuffled backwards hoping to get out from the under the bed before Fluttershy could peak underneath. There was hope Princess Cadance would-
*bump*
The familiar feeling of a pony's legs were felt on Rainbow's hindquarters. She didn't need nor want to look back to know Cadance had indeed hated her guts, too. Without a second thought, Rainbow Dash scurried back to the middle. She knew she was being a coward but she had her fill of today. Whether Fluttershy was here to yell at her or forgive her, Rainbow didn't want to know.
“Did you find Storm? I can’t find her anywhere!” Scootaloo rushed in, her voice laced with panic. There I go, putting Scoots through unnecessary drama.
“Calm down, I found her,” Fluttershy spoke in her motherly tone. “She’s under the bed- but before you try to pull her out,” she quickly added as Scootaloo moved toward the bed. “I would like to have a few moments alone with her. I think she needs to get something off her chest. Can you give me some time with Storm, Scootaloo?”
“When you’re done can you share what’s bothering her?” Scootaloo asked. “I want to help any way I can.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
With a nod Scootaloo left the room, closing the door gently behind her incase Storm would make another break for it. Rainbow was shaking like she used to in the shelter as she watched Fluttershy’s hooves draw closer. Her trio of butterflies Cutie Mark came into view as she sat down. Rainbow looked back at her own flank almost expecting to see her Cutie Mark. Of course it was nowhere to be seen.
“Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy began with a tone that asserted there wasn’t going to be any argument. No backtalk and no insults.
Rainbow practically felt like she had no choice but to answer, “Yes, Fluttershy?”
“You really hurt me,” she stated.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are but your behavior was inexcusable. I have put bigger puppies on timeout for far less, you know.”
“That’s not why you’re here, though... Right?”
“As much as I should be, no I’m not. You came to me for help and I do want to help you, but we can’t discuss it here. Not like this.”
“Why not?”
“Because I need to understand, Dash. I need to know how exactly you got here like you are now. In order for that to happen we need to talk more privately.”
“I’ll tell you everything I know but can’t we just go to Twilight now? She’ll understand better than any of us.”
“I know you want that to be an option but it’s not. Twilight isn’t in Ponyville right now and there are things you don’t understand yet. Things you’ll have to understand before we do anything.”
“What could I possibly need to understand?”
“I promise we’ll talk about it. Until then you are going to be on your best behavior for Scootaloo. You have no idea how badly she needs you as Storm. The poor filly has been through enough as it is.”
“What? What happened to Scootaloo? What did I miss? How much did I miss? Fluttershy, how long have I been gone?”
There was long silence before Fluttershy answered, Rainbow was about to ask again when Fluttershy forced herself to speak.
“I promise we’ll talk about it soon. Now one more thing before I go.”
“What’s that?”
“Will you please come out? So I can hug my friend?”
Rainbow’s eyes watered up as she heard the sincerity in Fluttershy’s voice. She had missed this so much. Being able to communicate with her friends. Being able to feel their love and warmth. Taking a deep breath she slid out from under the bed and looked up at her old friend. Tears were already coming down her face as they came face to face. Unable to hold back anymore the two embraced each other in a tight hug.
“I missed you,” Fluttershy whispered in her ear.
Rainbow had to take a second to steady her voice before responding, “I missed you, too, and I’m really sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean a word of it.”
“I know, Rainbow,” Fluttershy assured her friend. “I know. Just don’t do it again, okay?”
“Pinkie promise.”
They didn’t know how long they stayed holding each other. All that seemed to matter now was that Rainbow had her friend back and no intention of losing her again. A big part of Rainbow didn’t want Fluttershy to leave. Scootaloo would still be there for her, however, Fluttershy was now the only pony she could speak with and there was so much to say.
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<p>Rainbow Dash doesn't know how or why but she's a dog now. She knows she's not supposed to be a dog and she has a life back in Ponyville but she soon finds out her life doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is to look past on what's best for her and what's best for her little sister.</p>
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The next morning, Rainbow awoke to find herself alone in Scoot’s bed. Sniffing the air, Rainbow could smell Scootaloo was close. Her hearing also tipped her off that she was downstairs. Getting up on all fours Rainbow yawned, circled around the bed and laid back down; only this time she was taking the pillow for herself. Sleep almost came back instantly to her before a different scent wafted into her nose. Hold on… I know that smell. Oh my gosh there’s hay bacon strips on the stove! Rainbow’s eyes shot open and she jumped off the bed hustling downstairs. She couldn’t remember the last time she smelled something so heavenly. Mouth watering, Rainbow sped down the stairs and practically pranced into the kitchen.
Standing at the front of the oven cooking the food of the gods was the light yellow earth pony with an orange mane: Aunt Holiday. Scootaloo already introduced ‘Storm’ to her and her other Aunt Lofty when they got home yesterday afternoon. They both took an immediate liking to her. Especially Holiday who thought her to be ‘the most sweetest baby girl in town’. Rainbow was glad Scootaloo came to her defense telling her aunt, Storm needs to be known as an awesome dog. Not as a baby. Holiday only smiled and whispered to Lofty so Scootaloo wouldn’t hear her say: ‘an awesome, sweet baby girl’. Rainbow Dash, however, did hear. Times like that she was glad she couldn’t blush.
“Well, good morning, sweetheart!” Aunt Holiday sang out as Rainbow walked into the kitchen, her eyes locked on the heavenly smelling food. Kneeling down Aunt Holiday squeezed her hooves between her muzzle giving her the face one would make to a foal. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing to come into my kitchen? Did you smell something tasty? Did you? Yes, you did! Yes, you did!”
As a pony Rainbow would have had to show immense self control to not buck this pony into next week. Scootaloo’s relative or not. However, as a dog, she had no such luxury. Plus, there was hay bacon on the line! At this point Rainbow was willing to let Holiday baby talk and pet her all she wanted as long as she got a good portion of that hay bacon.
Knowing a bit of an act would seal the deal Rainbow jumped up and down, wagged her stubby tail and pranced in place.
Aunt Holiday laughed fondly at her little show “Oh, look at that, someone’s happy to see me!”
Rainbow gave her best doggy smile and let out a little bark. The bark was cute and high pitched. That oughta do it. Shows over. Now hoof over the goods, lady!
Aunt Holiday chuckled, “Okay, okay. But first, little miss, you’ve got to go outside and go potty. Don’t worry you’ll get your food. You need fattening up after all.”
Oh come on! I dance, you feed! That’s the deal!
Rainbow watched hungrily as Aunt Holiday scooped the sizzling hay bacon onto a plate. With a defeated huff she padded over to the backdoor. Holiday followed, opening it for her. Rainbow took a look outside and took a deep breath. The cool morning air was a stark contrast to the warm kitchen. She could hear the distant sounds of Ponyville waking up.
Stepping out onto the grass, Rainbow did her duty quickly and raced back inside. Funny thing about being a dog Rainbow found was that she could pee on command and not even feel the need unless she absolutely had to. Even then she had more to let out if she wanted. Like her bladder was more of a storage container than an essential organ. She’d have to ask Fluttershy about that sometime.
Back inside Rainbow found a large heap of hay bacon waiting for her. The sight of it had never been so inviting to her even if it was in a dog bowl. It was like the hay bacon was waving her over speaking in a seductive tone, ‘Take me, Rainbow Dash! Take me, I’m yours!’ Never one to deny her stomach Rainbow zipped straight to her bowl and took a large bite. The second the taste filled her mouth, Rainbow almost wanted to cry. She took another bite, this one even better than first. A third bite. Forget friendship! Hay bacon is the real magic!
Going for the fourth bite, Rainbow instead found an empty bowl. What! Where did the rest go? Whimpering, Rainbow looked left and right thinking she must have knocked some over. I couldn’t have eaten all of it! Could I? Apparently, I did but I need more! I’m still hungry! Rainbow looked up at Aunt Holiday who was busy cooking more breakfast for the others. Rainbow put on what she hoped to be a charming smile and trotted on over. Pegasus or dog no one can resist my charm!
Upon looking down on Rainbow Aunt Holiday only burst out laughing at the silly face Rainbow had going on, “Oh, Storm! Your face! You look ridiculous!”
That was not the reaction she was looking for.
“More?” Aunt Holiday exclaimed, holding back her laughter. “But you just had a whole plate of it! You’re such a greedy little puppy!”
Rainbow's ears drooped and she gave her best puppy-dog eyes, hoping it would work. It had always worked for Winona, but apparently, it didn’t hold the same charm on Aunt Holiday. She just chuckled and returned to her cooking. Rainbow knew she had to be more persuasive. She trotted over to her bowl and nudged it with her nose, making it scrape against the floor dramatically.
“Oh, alright. You win, little miss greedy. But just a little more, okay?” Aunt Holiday said, scooping up another helping of hay bacon.
Rainbow felt a spark of joy and sat up eagerly, her tail swishing against the floor. As the food was placed before her, she realized that maybe she had overdone it. The smell was overpowering, and her stomach was already feeling a bit queasy.
Hunger won out, and she took another bite, savoring the flavor before it all went downhill. The fourth bite was the tipping point. Her stomach churned, and she realized she had made a mistake. Rainbow felt sick. So sick she couldn’t even enjoy the awesome hay bacon. She looked up at Aunt Holiday with wide eyes, trying to convey her distress.
“What’s wrong, Storm?” Scootaloo rushed over, noticing Rainbow’s discomfort.
Rainbow whined and licked her lips, trying to find a way to explain without words. She didn’t want to cause trouble for Scootaloo or worry her. But her stomach was insisting she do something.
Friendship, we are pleased to announce you are hereby reinstated as the best thing to happen to Rainbow Dash. Hay bacon, back of the line.
“You okay, girl?” Scootaloo asked, placing a hoof on Rainbow’s back.
Rainbow’s response was the unmistakable sound to any dog owner. Starting up a multitude of dry heaves, Scootaloo and Aunt Holiday knew full well what was coming.
“Oh, dear, I should have known this would happen,” Aunt Holiday said, her caring smile replaced by a look of regret.
“No, Storm!” Scootaloo cried. “Outside! Throw up outside!”
Rainbow looked around frantically, in her panic she had forgotten where the backdoor was. In her haste she did remember another place she could go. Knocking over a chair in the process, she ran to the bathroom. Rainbow had never felt this desperate to throw up in her life. It was as if she had swallowed a tornado.
Making it just in time she threw herself at the toilet bowl and let it all out. Hay bacon pieces flying everywhere. Rainbow had never felt so relieved and ashamed at the same time. With one more launch of perfectly good hay bacon gone down the drain, she began to feel so much better. Falling back to the floor she found herself caught in Scootaloo’s hooves.
“You’re okay, Storm, you’re okay,” Scootaloo comforted her, stroking her back.
Rainbow looked up to see the concern in her sister’s eyes and felt a wave of guilt. She was doing a terrible job of this puppy gig. She needed to stop making Scootaloo worry about her so much. She had to do better.
“How’d you know to puke in the toilet?”
Rainbow looked up at Scootaloo trying to appear like it was a natural thing for a dog to know to go throw up in the toilet. She had no idea how to explain her innate pony knowledge manifesting in her dog body. It was just something she knew she had to do. It was like her body had a manual override button for pony instincts in a dog’s body. She hoped Scootaloo wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.
“Well, Fluttershy did say Dobermans are exceptionally smart,” Scootaloo said to herself, shrugging it off. “Guess I got the smartest Doberman alive! Awesome!”
Thank you, Fluttershy.
After a proper breakfast of dog kibble, (which didn’t taste as bad as the kibble from the shelter) and a lot of cooing apologies from Aunt Holiday, Scootaloo announced she had to go meet up with her friends for a meeting at the clubhouse. Naturally, Rainbow assumed she would be joining her so she waited by the door until Scootaloo came up with her scooter. The look on her face told Rainbow this wasn’t going to go as expected.
“You can’t come with me, Storm,” Scootaloo said as she put on her helmet.
Rainbow’s ears fell. What? Why not?
Rainbow whined, trying her best imitation of a canine version of Rarity.
“I know you want to come, but I got other things to do today and I can’t watch you every single minute. Soon as you’re properly trained you can come a lot more. Until then,” Scootaloo moved for the door. “You can stay with Auntie Holiday.”
Rainbow slowly looked back to see Aunt Holiday standing there with a smile so sweet it could give her diabetes. Rainbow swiftly turned her head back to Scootaloo.
No, Scoots! Don’t leave me here with her! Rainbow bit down on Scootaloo’s tail. Scoots, don’t! She’s gonna torture me with the baby talk! Scootaloo, no!
Auntie Holiday meant well, Rainbow knew that. But there was only so much she could take from all the gooey, smoochie voice. A whole day with that would drive her insane.
Scootaloo giggled. “Oh, Storm, you’re such a goofball! I won’t be gone that long.”
“Why don’t you take her with you and have her wait for you at the farm?” Auntie Lofty said, now standing beside Holiday who looked a little betrayed.
“Oh! Yeah! That’s a great idea!” Scootaloo took Storm’s leash off the hook. “She’ll love it on the farm!”
Rainbow’s eyes lit up at the mention of the farm. Those two words meant Applejack would most likely be there too! Despite being unable to communicate with her it would still be great to see another one of her old friends.
“Come on, let’s go, Storm!” Scootaloo said, pulling Rainbow to the door. Rainbow didn’t need much encouragement. She bolted out the door and ran beside Scootaloo down the path to Sweet Apple Acres.
The feeling of the wind on her face and the dirt under her paws was exhilarating. Rainbow had never felt so free since her transformation. Running beside Scootaloo, her eyes sparkled with joy. For a brief moment she forgot her troubles and felt alive again. Ponyville was a blur of colors as they raced towards the farm. It could never rival with flying but it was nice.
They arrived at Sweet Apple Acres and Rainbow took a moment to take it all in. The smell of apples in the air, the sound of birds chirping, and the sight of the sprawling orchard brought a sense of peace to her heart. A peace she hadn’t felt in what felt like ages. Rainbow was about to run off to find Applejack when she remembered she was still leashed to Scootaloo. She couldn’t just run off again. Scootaloo would probably never trust to let her off the leash outdoors.
As they approached the barn, Rainbow saw a flash of orange. Her heart skipped a beat. It was Applejack! Rainbow's eyes widened and she gave a loud bark to get her attention. Scootaloo helped by calling out, “Applejack! Hey, Applejack!”
Applejack looked over from her work, her expression unreadable. Rainbow knew she couldn’t just go bounding over to her like she used to. This was a whole new ball game. Applejack’s eyes landed on Rainbow and for a moment she just stared. Rainbow had no idea what she was thinking. Then she gave them both a smile.
“Well, howdy there, Scoots. Who’s this here doggy?” Applejack asked, her voice as warm and welcoming as ever.
Scootaloo looked down at Rainbow, a hint of excitement in her eyes. “This is my new dog Storm. She comes all the way from Trottingham. I adopted her when vacationing with my mom and uncle. I thought maybe she could hang out here while I’m at the clubhouse. Do you think that’s okay?”
Applejack took a step closer, her focus on Rainbow. “I'm not so sure that’s a good idea, Scootaloo. I can see a fire in her eyes that not even a storm cloud could extinguish. I don’t want her scaring the cows or anythin’.”
“Don’t worry, Applejack. I promise she’ll behave. She’s a real good dog and really smart, right, Storm?” Scootaloo said, looking at Rainbow.
Rainbow stood up straight and gave her full attention to Applejack trying to show she would listen. Anything to be around her best friend again.
“That so?” Applejack stood in front of Rainbow, eyeing her skeptically. “Won’t mind if I take a look at her then. Storm, sit.”
Time came to a halt for a Rainbow Dash. Just who do you think you are, AJ? Where do you get off at talking to me like some- oh, wait. Hold on… okay but still! The nerve!
Letting Scootaloo give Rainbow commands was a hard enough pill to swallow. She only gave in to Scootaloo, because she was a special case. A very special case. Giving control over to Applejack, her number one rival and friend was entirely different. It felt like by obeying the command it meant Rainbow was conceding to the rivalry. That Applejack was the better pony. Then a thought occurred to Rainbow. Maybe I can have some fun with this. Alright, AJ you want me to sit? I’ll sit; among other things.
Showing compliance Rainbow sat before AJ appearing as innocent as she could be. Applejack seemed satisfied but before she could acknowledge it Rainbow suddenly laid down, rolled over back and forth, and went to play dead. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, eyes wide open staring up at the sky.
Applejack's expression went from skeptical to bemused to flat out annoyed. Storm had gone full show-pony on her. “Cute, real cute, Storm. Let’s try this again. Storm, sit!”
With a dramatic huff, Rainbow rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up with her paws. It was so satisfying to see the look on her face. This was the best kind of fun messing with Applejack like this. Rainbow had missed their banter and competition against one another.
“That’s better!” Applejack said, nodding her approval. “Now give me a paw.”
Rainbow looked up at Applejack with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She knew exactly what Applejack was referring to, but she had other plans. Quickly, she turned around and offered her hind leg, sticking it up in the air as if she were a well-trained dog waiting for a treat. Applejack’s mouth dropped open. Well, you didn’t specify which paw you wanted, Rainbow thought smugly.
Scootaloo couldn’t contain her giggles anymore. She watched as Applejack’s jaw tightened, trying to keep a calm face. Rainbow knew she had her. Now it was time to be more tame before Applejack kicked her off the farm. Putting her hind leg back down, she faced her orange friend again and playfully nudged her on the leg.
It took Applejack a second before the chuckle escaped her. Even as a dog I still got my awesomeness.
“Alright, alright, she’s clever. I’ll give ya that. I guess I can watch her. Even if she is a bit of a troublemaker,” Applejack looked at her dubiously then an idea came to mind. “Ya know, now that I think about it, Storm would do perfect on using her energy and sharp mind for an exhibition dog show. Provided she decides not to be such a little joker,” she added, still a little miffed a dog played her.
What’s an exhibition dog show?
“What’s an exhibition dog show?” Scootaloo asked, confused as Rainbow Dash was.
Applejack leaned down and petted Rainbow’s head, her expression growing a bit more serious. “It’s a competition where dogs show off their obedience, agility and tricks, sugarcube. It’s a chance for them to shine and show everyone what they’re made of. It’s a bit like a talent show for ponies, but with dogs instead. Me and Winona used to enter them every year. And I reckon with the kind of smarts and determination Storm could be a real showstopper!”
Huh?!
Scootaloo’s was ecstatic. “Really? That sounds so awesome! Can we train for it, Applejack? Could you teach me?”
Dozens, possibly hundreds of ponies watching me, Rainbow Dash, do dog tricks? No! Not happening! That is crossing the line! I know I’m all about competition but that is downright degrading!
“Well, I guess if we start training her now she might have a shot at being qualified to enter this year’s show. It’s about 4 months away I think. It’s been some time since my last one.”
Applejack, I swear to Celestia I’m gonna sneak into your house and wet your bed in your sleep! How’d you like that, huh?
“Great! Can we start training now?”
“Whoa, slow down there, Scootaloo. I have a full day of work ahead of me and don’t you have a meeting to get to?”
Scootaloo gasped. “Oh no, I’m gonna be late! Storm, stay here with Applejack and be good!” She gave Storm a quick hug and an unexpected kiss on her forehead and sped off on her scooter. “I’ll see you soon, girl!”
Rainbow watched Scootaloo go, resisting the urge to follow after her. As much as she was happy to spend time with AJ she suddenly wasn’t feeling too enthusiastic about hanging out with the pony that sentenced her to compete in a dog show.
“Well, looks like it’s just you and me today, partner! Come on, you can keep me company in the orchard.”
Applejack’s words didn’t exactly thrill Rainbow Dash. Times when she was feeling this upset a good fly through the skies would calm her down, not trotting through rows of apple trees. However, the sight of the orchard brought back some fond memories of the times she had with Applejack. For now, Rainbow decided to push aside her pride for now and enjoy the company of her friend, even if it was under these peculiar circumstances.
I’ll get her back for this someday. Maybe I’ll let one go in front of Granny Smith and let AJ get the blame
Letting out a frustrated huff,Rainbow Dash permitted Applejack to lead her into the orchard. The scent of the ripe apples was very inviting to her nostrils. Are dogs allowed to eat apples? Because I could really go for one right now.
Applejack began her work, filling a basket with the fruits of her labor. Rainbow watched her friend grateful to be in her company but was getting bored rather quickly. She had no idea what was so thrilling about picking apples. Rainbow could see the orchard was in good shape. The trees looked healthy and the apples looked as ripe as the day she had to help Applejack and her family harvest them. Rainbow sighed, missing the days when she could just fly around and help.
Then a sudden challenge appeared to Rainbow in the shape of an apple. Caught snugly in between the branches that no bucking could shake down was a juicy, red apple. The tree wasn’t that tall. Perhaps she could get that one apple? The need for a challenge was too much to resist. Eyes narrowed, Rainbow imagined that the apple was laughing at her. Mocking her short frame. She was going to make that apple very sorry for ever sprouting out of the branches.
Rainbow took a running start and leaped up at the tree. Applejack watched in amazement as the dog shot into the air like a rocket. Rainbow’s muzzle reached out and barely managed to graze the apple with her sharp teeth. After a few more attempts Applejack was glancing over her shoulder more and more at Rainbow’s antics.
“What’s gotten into ya, girl?”
Rainbow landed on her paws, looking slightly defeated. She glanced back at the apple and took a deep breath, ready to give it another go. She could feel Applejack’s eyes on her now, watching curiously. Rainbow knew she had to make this look good. With a fierce determination, she took a running leap and this time she managed to bite the apple clean off from the tree. It snapped into her mouth with a satisfying crunch. Rainbow looked over at Applejack with pride, tail wagging, apple in her mouth.
Behold! The spoils of my victory!
“Well, I’ll be. Never would’ve thought you had that kind of jump in ya, Storm,” Applejack said with a chuckle, setting down her basket. Rainbow spit out the apple and looked up at her friend expectantly. Applejack just nodded with a smirk. “You go ahead and enjoy that. You certainly earned it. Wonder what other tricks you got?”
Getting the go ahead that dogs can eat apples Rainbow chomped down on her prize. It was much easier to chew as a dog, interestingly enough. The apple juice dripping down was a pleasant bonus. As she swallowed, Rainbow mulled over Applejack’s words. When she was a pony she had all kinds of tricks in her bag. Now as a dog she could make new tricks. Tricks a regular dog could never do. It may end up encouraging Scootaloo to want to have her compete in a dog show but she could worry about resisting that crazy idea later.
For now, Rainbow’s mind was racing with ideas. With her new canine body she could combine her old Pegasus moves and speed with the agility of a dog. She looked around the orchard and the trees began to look less like a place for apples and more like a playground. The lower branches looked like bars for her to scramble up to. A high apple could be her target and reward. Dogs weren’t known for climbing trees but this one was for sure going to make it happen. The trunks could be used as obstacles to weave around. Rainbow’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Yeah… I can make this work.
Feeling no need for Applejack’s permission, Rainbow Dash took off. She sprinted around the trees, her paws barely touching the ground. She knew that if she was going to prove she was more than just a regular dog she had to show off. Rainbow had always loved parkour and she was pretty good at it. Now she had four agile legs to work with.
Weaving around from tree to tree, Rainbow felt a thrill she hadn’t felt since flying. Her muscles burned in the best way possible as she pushed herself to jump higher and further. Each leap was a declaration of her superiority over the fruit that once taunted her. Applejack watched in amazement as Rainbow sped through the orchard, clearing branches with graceful bounds. Rainbow had always had a flair for the dramatic. It seemed that hadn’t changed.
Applejack had actually paused in her work to watch Storm go. This wasn’t just a clever trick or some random stroke of luck. This was a full-blown parkour routine. It was like watching a little tornado bounce through her trees. Scootaloo, you sure got one impressive pooch, Applejack thought to herself.
“Alright, settle down now, girl,” Applejack said with a grin, cutting into her path. “You’ll burn yourself out and I’ll have to carry you back home.”
Rainbow Dash came to a screech halt in front Applejack and gave her a playful bark. It was good to know that a big part of her was still alive and well. Rainbow carelessly wagged her tail, feeling the thrill of the chase and the joy of pushing her limits once more. It was a small victory but it was something.
“You have a lot of heart. Just like my Winona did!” Applejack said proudly, picking up her basket again.
‘Did?’ Did Winona pass? Rainbow Dash came to know Winona when she was about five years old. Did an accident occur on the farm or did Winona pass naturally? The question she asked Fluttershy last night came to the front of her mind. How long have I been gone? Do I even want to know? Not right at this moment but soon.
They continued their day in the orchard, Rainbow occasionally showing off her newfound skills. She always had a way of making any situation interesting. Even if it meant turning a simple day of apple picking into an acrobatic show. Always the best at making the best out of a bad situation. The shelter in Trottingham made her forget that.
As the day went on, Rainbow felt a strange sense of belonging in her new role. It wasn’t flying, but it was something she could do, something that was uniquely hers. And if it meant getting to spend time with her friends, even in a roundabout way, then maybe this wasn’t such a bad gig after all. But deep down, she knew she couldn’t ignore the reality of her situation forever. The looming shadow of the talk she needed to have with Fluttershy hung over her like a dark cloud. Rainbow Dash needed to know the truth. Then have Twilight find a way to fix this mess.
In the meantime, Rainbow Dash had Applejack’s attention, and she was going to make the most of it. As the sun reached its peak, Applejack called for lunch. Rainbow’s stomach rumbled in anticipation. What kind of dog food did they serve here? Applejack’s cooking was always the best, but she wasn’t sure if she would be served the usual apple treats.
They sat under a big, shady apple tree with a basket of sandwiches. Rainbow was pleased to see Applejack pull out food she used to enjoy as a pony: Carrots and broccoli. Applejack tossed a full carrot to her, and Rainbow caught it mid-air, her reflexes still sharp despite her new form. Applejack smiled and laid her a plate of broccoli. It was a simple meal, but Rainbow greatly appreciated it.
“Ya know, Storm. I’m actually glad Scootaloo asked me to hang out with you today. When I first saw that fiery look in your eyes I could’ve sworn you were someone I used to know in a dog suit. You’re actually a lot like her. She was never a fan of dogs but I think she’d love to have you.”
Rainbow Dash suddenly was no longer interested in finishing her meal. Her focus was now solely on Applejack, internally begging for her to go on.
“She was a great pony. A great friend. Stubborn as a mule!”
Rainbow’s ears flattened giving Applejack a dark look. You’re no Mare Theresa yourself, AJ!
Applejack let out a soft sigh as she started to pet Rainbow on the back. “I still miss her to this day. I keep looking up at my trees expecting to see her napping in one of my trees. I don’t think I’ll ever get over what happened to her. Not so sure I want to. Her name was Rainbow Dash."
Hearing her real name be used made Rainbow stand up and brought her muzzle close to her unsuspecting friend. AJ just spit it out! What. Happened?!
Applejack didn’t seem to notice how she and Storm were practically nose to nose now.
“I suppose maybe it’s time I get a puppy myself to fill the void in my heart like Scootaloo has. I think I need a dog like you, Storm. Of course, I don’t think any dog could live up to Winona's name.”
Aaannnnd there goes my answers.
“Speaking of puppies. I bet plenty of ponies will be wanting to breed you with their studs once they see you in action,” Applejack said slyly, giving her a small wink. “Once you’re good and ready I’ll bet you’ll make one heck of a momma.”
If dogs could blush Rainbow’s face would have caught fire. If she could talk at that very moment she would have no idea what to say. Studs? Breed? Good and ready? Momma?
Way to kill the moment, AJ! You can definitely expect a little break into your bedroom tonight; along with a chewed up hat!
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<p>Rainbow Dash doesn't know how or why but she's a dog now. She knows she's not supposed to be a dog and she has a life back in Ponyville but she soon finds out her life doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is to look past on what's best for her and what's best for her little sister.</p>
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A full week had passed since Rainbow Dash reconnected with Fluttershy. A whole week and the only couple of times she was able to see her again was when Scootaloo was walking near her cottage. Scootaloo wasn’t keen on walking by every time to see Fluttershy but Storm had been rather insistent. Every time it was the same thing: Rainbow would ask hopefully if they could finally have their private talk, Fluttershy would only discreetly shake her head as she whispered back, ‘Soon.’ or ‘Just a little longer.’
Now Rainbow was getting seriously impatient. She couldn’t shake the feeling she was being toyed with. Why wouldn’t Fluttershy just tell her what she wanted her to know so they could then get Twilight to put everything right? Just what was the holdup? That outburst Rainbow unleashed on Fluttershy had broken both their hearts but the temptation to lash out again was beginning to grow. While she was happy to see Scootaloo happy, Applejack had informed them both yesterday she was able to pull out all the necessary equipment for exhibition training and they could start tomorrow. In a way Rainbow was glad she could have something other to do with Scootaloo other than walk, cuddle and catch frisbees (something she was terrible at). The problem was she had no intention of entering this dog show. She was not going to spend the next four months as a pet. Over my dead body, Rainbow told herself. I’ll be back in the skies by then… Right?
Yesterday’s day on the farm had Rainbow feeling ragged. She slept through the night and didn’t wake up until it was nearly noon. She would have stayed asleep longer if Scootaloo hadn’t forced her to get up for their daily walk. This Doberman puppy body getting its mandatory exercise was still something Rainbow was adjusting too.
Whilst on their walk Sweetie Belle and Applebloom ran into them asking Scootalo if she wanted to have lunch at Sugarcube Corner. Rainbow thought how great it would be to possibly run into Pinkie Pie. No doubt Pinkie would say or do something that would make her laugh. What fond memories she had of her hyperactive friend. Even if Pinkie wasn’t there right now the smell of the bakery would be a treat to her sense of smell. Yeah, Scoots! Let’s go to Sugarcube Corner!
“I’d love to join you guys, but…”
But what?
Scootaloo unnecessarily tightened Storm’s leash. It was as if she thought Storm was gonna try and run away from what she was going to say next. Was she?
“I don’t want to make Storm wait outside too long. She’s still new to Ponyville after all. I should really take her home first.”
What? Take me back home to the cootie demon?
“Aw, but y’all live across town and Ah gotta get back to the stall soon. My lunch break is only for an hour!” Applebloom whined.
Sweet Celestia, help these poor foals! My weather job only gave me a half hour break. Then only a twenty minute break during a show with the Bolts. I know it’s a lot coming from me but kids these days are lazy!
“Ooh! I got an idea! We can drop off Storm at my sister’s!” Sweetie Belle said excitedly. “It’s not far from Sugarcube Corner!”
Rainbow made a huff that almost sounded like a laugh. Rarity was absolutely terrified of mean-looking dog breeds. As much as it would be cool to see Rare’s, there is no way in Tartarus she’ll let me hang out in her shop. I bet she’ll take one look at me and scream ‘Rabid dog!’ Heh, I remember that one time when she told the story of a customer that thought it would be okay to bring their Pitbull in the shop. Classic Rarity!
“Um… isn’t Rarity scared of dogs like Storm?” Scootaloo asked, giving her a concerned look.
“She’s up in Canterlot right now. Something about business or whatnot,” Sweetie Bell said with a wave of her hoof. “We all know how well behaved Storm is so I see no reason she can’t wait there for a little while.”
“I guess that’ll be okay then. Let’s go!”
Saved from the cootie demon to be sent to the frilly dungeon. Yay me.
And that was how Rainbow ended up napping on Rarity’s drama couch. It would have been nice to see Pinkie but on the bright side she did need to catch up on her sleep. When she woke up, however, she found herself alone surrounded by frou frou dresses. Not knowing how long she slept made her more frustrated. At least Scootaloo had the decency to leave the radio on for her so it wasn’t dead quiet.
But the music was doing little to ease her mind. Rainbow’s eyes scanned the room, looking for any sign of distraction. That’s when she saw it. The mannequin in the corner dressed in a tacky pink ball gown. Rainbow Dash had to admit that even though it was a bit extra it was pretty. It reminded her of the days when she and the rest of the Mane 6 would go all out to the Gala. Rainbow took an uncertain step closer to the mannequin, her curiosity creeping up on her. It had been a long time since she wore clothes, her Wonderbolts bomber jacket especially. It was her favourite thing to wear. It had to be the coolest thing she ever wore in her life, and it kept her warm during the winter practices.
It is rather cold in here… I mean it’s not like I want to wear the dress. It wouldn’t fit me properly anyway. An icy chill ran down Rainbow’s spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. She immediately backed away from the dress. No way! Uh-uh! I am not putting on that frilly pink nightmare! … Smells nice, though.
The smell of an elegant perfume was wafting off the dress. Rainbow took this as an excuse for herself to return to the dress. It smelt just like the roses fans would throw to the team during Wonderbolt performances. Those sure were the days.
Giving a nervous glance left and right several times over, Rainbow brought her front paws on the mannequin and gently used her teeth to pull the dress off. I’m only doing this because it’s cold and it smells of better times, Rainbow told herself but she couldn’t exactly convince herself of that statement. It took a couple tries to navigate her way into the dress. It was three times as big as her and the silky fabric kept sliding off her paws.
Finally, after a few moments of struggle, Rainbow managed to pull the dress over her head. The fabric was heavier than she thought it would be and it was surprisingly warm. The material clung to her fur in places it shouldn’t. Rainbow took a couple steps back and looked into the full-length mirror across the room.
Seeing the Doberman puppy in the mirror wearing an oversized dress Rainbow actually forgot it was her for the moment. At first she saw a little sadness in the puppy’s eyes that made her feel bad for the poor girl. Those adorable brown eyes had no business looking like that. She wanted to comfort the puppy. Tell her she was a good dog and there was no reason to be scared. Then her eyes locked onto the pink abomination she was wearing and Rainbow made a barking laugh. The sight of the big bad Doberman puppy wearing such a horrid dress was so hilarious! No wonder that pup is sad! I would feel the same way in her situation!
Rainbow’s laugh turned into a full-blown roll on the floor laugh fest. Her body was shaking as she couldn’t believe she was doing this. The dress was so big it looked like a pink blob that swallowed a puppy whole. Her paws flailed about in the air as she rolled around on the floor. It was like she was a pony again. Free to laugh without a care in the world. Free from the worries of being stuck in a dog’s body and free from the stress of it all.
The boutique’s door suddenly swung open and Rainbow’s laughter abruptly stopped. She saw an all too familiar pair of piercing blue eyes staring directly at her.
Rarity stared at the Doberman puppy completely speechless. Rainbow stared back at the unicorn rooted to the spot suddenly feeling the weight of being a dog brought back onto her. A dog that was wearing one of Rarity’s dresses, getting dog hair all over it.
The white unicorn’s eye twitched.
“Just. What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing? In my dress!?”
Rarity’s voice was a mix of shock and horror. Rainbow Dash, retreated into the oversized pink dress, scrambling to hide underneath its folds. Oh my gosh! Rarity is going to skin me alive! Save me, Scootaloo!
“Oh, no, you don't!” Rarity stomped over to the cowering puppy. “I demand you come out of there this instant! While I’m pleased to see a brute such as yourself taking an interest in fashion, this dress is simply not for you! I would need your measurements first before we even begin fitting a dress on you!”
Say what now?
Rarity grabbed the dress with both her magic and began to shake it vigorously. Rainbow’s eyes went wide and she braced herself for the worst. She had seen Rarity in a tizzy before but she had never been the direct cause of it. Rainbow felt the fabric loosen around her and began to slide out of the dress.
Catching Rainbow with a hoof before she hit the floor, Rarity stretched her hooves out with Rainbow trapped between them. Now face to face with the furious Fashionista, Rainbow struggled to keep her bladder in check, unlike the other night when she snuck out of the house to ‘visit’ AJ in her sleep. The little Doberman was more than ‘good’ at holding it and was born ‘ready’ to let it all go. Now she’d be lucky to keep her other assets from breaching.
“Well?” Rarity exclaimed, bringing Rainbow close to her muzzle. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Before she knew what she was doing Rainbow found herself licking Rarity’s nose. She didn’t know why was doing it. Only that something told her it might get her out of this mess and her body went with it.
Rarity’s eyes went wide with shock, the dress momentarily forgotten. Then against all odds, Rarity cracked a tiny smile.
Wait, is this whole licking thing working?
Then Rarity’s cross look resumed as she held Rainbow away from her again.
“Ooooh no! Don’t you try and butter me up now! I’m afraid you’re still in big trouble for your little shopping spree!” Rarity set Rainbow down on the floor and picked up the now wrinkled dress. “This is going straight to dry cleaning.”
Rainbow’s ears drooped. She had no idea how she was getting out of this without Scootaloo. She just wanted to get warm. Rainbow looked up at Rarity with her puppy dog eyes hoping she’d show some leniency. Rarity’s expression softened slightly but she was still clearly upset. Rainbow felt a pang of regret. It wasn’t like her to upset other ponies, especially for someone she cared about. But how could she explain she was actually Rainbow Dash? There was no way.
With a heavy sigh Rarity tossed the dress into a laundry chute and came straight back to Rainbow Dash.
“Now let’s see who I have to thank for the trouble.”
Rainbow Dash winced as Rarity flung out a hoof. At first Rainbow believed Rarity was going to strike her but it turned out she was studying the tag she bore on her collar.
“Of course!” Rarity scoffed, letting the tag drop. “Who else would think it would be appropriate to turn my home into a dog pound? Sweetie Belle, you and I are going to have words!”
Rainbow was a little relieved to know she wasn’t going to get the sharp end of the stick in this situation. She could only hope Scootaloo would get back soon before Rarity called the pound to come take her away. Rainbow couldn’t comprehend the idea of going back to a shelter. She knew Scootaloo would be there in a wingbeat to bail her out but she couldn’t face such a place again. Never again.
For the next several minutes Rarity paced back and forth sweeping all the dog hair and dirt Rainbow tracked on the floor. At least that’s what she thought she was doing. Maybe Rarity had bionic sight because Rainbow was positive she didn’t shed that much to warrant a deep clean. All she could do now was sit tight and try not to give Rarity a reason to snap.
By the time Rarity brought out the mop and bucket, still muttering to herself, she suddenly stopped as she saw something out the window. Or someone. Rarity gasped and ran out the door calling out, ”Fluttershy! Fluttershy, will you please come here, darling? I’m in dire need of your help!”
Rainbow Dash was saved! She didn’t dare move as Rarity left the door open for Fluttershy to trot in, looking around the room before spotting Rainbow sitting by the mirrors.
“Oh! I see you met, Storm.” Fluttershy’s gentle voice was music to Rainbow’s ears.
“A ‘Storm’ of trouble is what she is! I just arrived home from a long journey and I came back to find this ruffian wearing one of my dresses!”
Fluttershy gave Rainbow Dash a confused look that easily said, ‘You were doing what?’ Rainbow could only look away in shame. She did not want to talk about it. If Rainbow had her way they would never speak of this again.
“Well, I’m sure she didn’t mean any harm,” Fluttershy said, patting Rainbow on the head, giving her a knowing look. “After all, what good girl doesn’t want to look pretty now and then?”
“Fluttershy!” Rainbow snapped, still refusing to look at her. “Can we just go?”
Rainbow would rather have Fluttershy tell Rarity the truth about who she really was but under these circumstances, all Rainbow wanted was to forget this ever happened.
“She can dress up herself in all the dresses I have as long as it’s bought and paid for. Now seeing she doesn’t have the necessary funds I’d really appreciate if she were removed from my shop. I’ll be sure to let Scootaloo know where this ‘Storm’ is when she comes back.”
“Rarity, I know you just met her but don't be too hard on Storm,” Fluttershy spoke with a bit of a bite in her voice. “She’s been through a lot. Now would you please say something nice to her before she goes? I know she would greatly appreciate it.”
Rarity looked a little surprised on how much Fluttershy seemed to care for Storm. Everyone knew all animals were loved by the Pegasus but there was something about Storm that made Fluttershy more protective over her.
“Oh… I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean any offense to Storm. It’s just been a long day for me.”
“Tell that to Storm,” Fluttershy said assertively, pointing at Rainbow. “Not me.”
Another flicker of surprise crossed Rarity’s face. She looked down at Storm, who had her head down, and Rarity’s heart ached for the poor thing. There was something different about this puppy. It was like Storm could understand their conversation. Swallowing hard, Rarity leaned down and gently guided Storm’s muzzle to face her, but she kept her eyes averted.
“I’m sorry for my little outburst, Storm. I have had quite a long journey and to come home finding a dog of all things wearing one of my dresses was a bit more than I could handle. And I suppose you could have done a lot worse to my shop than trying on a dress. And you were quite the lady waiting as I cleaned up. You really are a good girl.”
Rarity’s words were intended for a dog she had just met but to Rainbow it meant so much to hear that from her. She may have never had a strong bond with Rarity. They were complete opposites after all. But Rarity was and always will be her best friend.
Unable to stop herself, Storm stepped forward and laid her head against Rarity’s. She tried to show a lot of meaning to the gesture and hoped Rarity would understand one day when she was Rainbow Dash again.
Rarity may not have fully understood Storm's plight but she could understand this puppy was in need of the love it desired. She gently stroked her back as Storm nuzzled her.
“I suppose this mishap can be our little secret,” Rarity straightened up, smiling. “Just make an appointment next time you want to spruce yourself up. I’m sure I can make you something more fitting to your size.”
Thanks, Rares.
Fluttershy nodded in understanding, clipping the leash onto Storm’s collar. Rainbow, still feeling a few shades embarrassed, followed her out of the boutique. The fresh air outside was a welcome change from the tension in Rarity's shop. They didn’t get far before Rainbow managed to gather up the courage to speak.
“Fluttershy, please. I can’t go on like this. I need to know. What happened to me? What happened to Scootaloo? Why can’t our friends know it’s me in here?”
Fluttershy showed no signs of hearing Rainbow Dash, and for a moment, she thought she was being ignored. Then Fluttershy took a deep breath and nodded.
“Okay. I’ll tell you.”
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Mancin
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563488
| 1 |
Caramel,Other,Anthro,Adventure,Comedy,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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A Walk in the Woods
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In order to stay in shape, Caramel is in the habit of taking brisk nature hikes through the Whitetail Woods. However, on this day, he comes across a strange, BIG-tittied creature who is EAGER to get to know him better!
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<p>Ah, the freedom of Nature! The sounds, the<i> smells</i>, the solitude! Caramel simply loves "getting away from it all" every once in a while and roughing it out in the woods, far from the comforts of home, to keep in shape and to get away from the day-to-day madness that comes from living in Ponyville.</p><p><i>But</i>, a few hours after he begins his adventure, he meets a <b>HUGE</b>-tittied creature he has <i>never</i> seen before...she doesn't speak much, at least, not his language, but she's friendly...</p><p>...<span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">VERY</span> friendly!</p>
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mature
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2024-08-20T05:58:39+00:00
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2024-08-20T05:58:38+00:00
| 617 |
Caramel stuffed on his hiking boots, shouldered his backpack, and set off on his latest weekend getaway: a long, overnight hike through the Whitetail Woods! One would never know it to look at him, but he was a fairly rugged outdoorspony, well used to brisk walks out in Nature as it allowed him to escape, for a few hours at a time, the insanity that came from living in a Town like Ponyville. Taking up his walking stick, he started his brisk walk through Town, pointedly ignoring the after-effects of the latest monster attack, as several construction ponies were in the process of rebuilding the Main Square and clearing it of the rubber chickens, cream pies, and used seltzer bottles left over from the horde of clowns that had descended upon the place in the dead of night and had only been beaten back by the combined effort of the Bearers and a few hardy souls immune to their pranks. Caramel accidentally stepped on a stray whoopie cushion that the cleanup crew had missed, so its loud "braaaaappp!" altered them to its presence, and a few of them came running over. He grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry, fellas...wasn't watching where I was going..."
"Moron..." the supervisor muttered, as he stared nervously around, "...you want to attract more of them? We just got this place clear...there's no telling how many others might be lurking about!"
Caramel frowned. "Look, I said I was sorry! There's no need to...hang on..." He pointed to the corner of a building. "What's that?"
Everypony quickly spun around. "Where?!" ...just in time to see a plump figure in checkered, polka-dot baggy pants, a frizzy green wig, floppy shoes, with orange facepaint and a big, red nose suddenly break cover and waddle as fast as he could down the street, his clown shoes making a honk! honk! honk! honk! sound every time they hit the pavement. "After him!" yelled the forepony, as all but Caramel gave chase. He stood and watched long enough to see the clown throw a couple of pies and a rubber chicken over his shoulder at his pursuers before they tackled him and began beating him without mercy; then Caramel shook his head and continued on his hike. He soon found himself on the outskirts of Ponyville as the sounds of violence grew fainter and fainter behind him, then turned to the left and started on the path to the Whitetail Woods.
It was the ideal weather for a nature walk! The air was pleasantly warm but not too hot; the sky was a clear blue with few clouds in the sky, and as he drew closer to the Woods, a delightful breeze began blowing all around him as if some wood nymphs were beckoning him into their home. Caramel took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he passed under the canopy of the trees; unlike the Everfree, this Forest held no foreboding sense of menace, nor was it known for being inhabited by vicious predators. On the contrary, ponies often visited the Whitetail for picnics and overnight stays, as one felt as safe there as in one's own backyard!
He soon found one of his favorite nature trails and started down it, wending his steady way through the towering trees that did not completely block out the Sunlight shining down from above but twinkled and dappled off the many leaves and branches that swayed in the ever-present breeze. He could hear birds chirping and, to either side of him, the rustles of small animals moving through the flora; he knew there were larger ones out here, but again, nothing to cause anxiety.
After a couple of hours, he decided to head for the lake near the middle of the Forest. If he hurried, he might make it before Sundown, just in time for Celestia's Sunset over the water, and be able to pitch his tent under Luna's Moon.
But as he was approaching the lake, he heard...splashing? through the trees. He smiled to himself. Seems he wouldn't be alone out here as he'd planned, but that was fine; he wouldn't mind some company, just so long as they weren't...weird.
Once he cleared the trees, however, he stopped and stared. There was a creature in the water...with its back to him...and from what he could see, it wasn't like any creature he'd ever seen before! Whatever it was, it was splashing and laughing in the water with two arms covered in soft, brown fur and two small antlers on its head...and then, as it turned and got out of the water, Caramel's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He didn't know what this was, but it was some sort of female, if those GIGANTIC tits were anything to go by! Her breasts were barely being held in place by a tiny black bikini top as she ran her hands through her wet, blonde mane to keep it out of her eyes, which he now saw, were an emerald green. He must have made some kind of noise, or she caught his scent, for she suddenly froze and stared right at him. They both looked at each other for what seemed like forever...then...she smiled and started towards him. More and more of her was revealed as she stepped out of the lake, and the water glistened off her body in the afternoon sunlight. Her hips swayed back and forth...back and forth as she slowly made her way up to him with an unmistakable look of interest in her sultry gaze as she parted her full lips and nibbled on a pinkie as she kept staring up at him.
Beads of sweat started to form on his brow as the strange girl drew closer, for he was having a very hard time keeping his gaze on her face while those boobs were bouncing and jiggling with her every step! That, and the evidence of his...ahem...attention was starting to grow in his hiking shorts, but he didn't dare move.
When she finally stopped in front of him, she was at least a head shorter, so she had to lift up on her toes to sniff his face. Her tits were pressed against his chest as she took her time examining his scent, sniffing all over his face and his neck, while Caramel closed his eyes and breathed in her exotic perfume: a mixture of honeysuckle blossoms and cinnamon, as well as the fresh smell of the lake. Due to her...inspections...his little problem in his hiking shorts had gone from a little problem to a full-on admission, which she noticed. She stepped back, pointed at it, then looked up at him and said, "Bod mór?"
He stared blankly at her. "I'm sorry...I...don't understand you?"
She smiled up at him, and then his eyes grew wide as she began rubbing and caressing him through his shorts. "Bod mór! Bod mór!" She further clarified by undoing his belt, sloooowly unzipping him, then grasping his waistband in her small hands and pulling down until his cock was exposed. Caramel's heart was beating like a rabbit at this point, and his cock was so hard it was throbbing and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. This time, when she ran her soft hands over his cock and whispered, "Bod mór...an dtuigeann tú anois?" he nodded.
"S...something to do with...with...my dick, I'm guessing..." he panted.
Now it was her turn to look confused, but she smiled back anyway, took his walking stick from him, and directed him to slide his backpack off. Once this was done, she giggled and pushed his shorts all the way down to his ankles, then had him step out of them so he was now naked from the waist down. She then knelt in front of him and patted the ground.
"Suigh síos, dathúil..." she said with a smile. The words were unclear, but the motion was understandable, so he sat in front of her and waited.
He didn't have long to wait!
She pushed him back on his elbows, then knelt between his legs and spread them. Taking his cock back in her hands, she moaned, "Mmmm...bod mór...chomh blasta tá sé..." as she stroked him up and down...up and down... A bead of pre formed at the tip. She went, "Ooo..." dipped her finger in it and brought it to her mouth. She closed her eyes and took her time sucking her finger while moaning. She then reached behind her herself, undid her bikini strings, and let her tits come free, giggling at his expression, then placed her soft hands on his thighs and lowered her face to his cock. "...mmmm..." she moaned as she gave it a lick, "...tá mé ag dul a tarraing é..." then wrapped her warm lips around his meat and slowly engulfed it.
"...sweet Celestia..." breathed Caramel as he watched the girl bob up and down on his cock, getting it sloppy and wet as she sucked and slurped while running her soft, hot, wet tongue all around it. Her half-closed eyes were on his face the entire time, watching his reaction as she hollowed her cheeks and slowly deepthroated him again and again while fondling his balls as they became slippery with her spit.
He soon began to buck his hips, which only encouraged his new friend to suck even more and speed up her bobbing. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" she moaned with each suck as Caramel felt the load of his life about to explode out of his cock!
"Kee...keep...sucking!" he managed, as he spread his legs even further and added his own thrusts to her bobs. "Guh! Guh! Guh! Here...I...CUM!!!" he screamed as she held still and slurped every thick, creamy pulse of cum he ejected into her hot, wet mouth and down her willing throat! She surprised him by grabbing his hands and quickly placing them on her tiny antlers as he kept cumming, which, now that he had a handhold, finished off by roughly facefucking the big-tittied alien until she'd drained his balls dry...
He fell back with his arms spread and panted, as she slowly drew her mouth off his cock with a >pop!<, then sat back and smiled at him. He looked down at her, trying to catch his breath, and managed, "S...sorry...if...if I was...was...a little rough, honey." He knew she couldn't understand him, but he felt better for saying it. He wasn't in the habit of being overly aggressive with mares, not unless they asked him to be.
As he lay his head back down on the soft grass, his eyes flew open in surprise as he heard, "Och, not tae worry, gleoite, I wanted ye tae do that!" Caramel raised his head.
"You...can speak...my language?!"
She rubbed her stomach, then caught an errant drop of cum from the side of her lips and >popped!< it into her mouth with a suck and a smile.
"I can now..."
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madhat886
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563491
| 1 |
Daydream Shimmer,Sunset Shimmer,Sunset Shimmer (Demon),Alternate Universe,Anthro,Crossover,Human,Dark,Horror,My Hero Academia,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence
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My Hero: Horror Master
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A near death has awaken something inside of Izuku. Years of abuse from a society where because of him being quirkless means he’s worthless to the eyes of the many, has woken a darkness within him. Allowing him to summon things out of nightmares.
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| 13 | 11 |
<p>A near death has awaken something inside of Izuku. Years of abuse from a society where because of him being quirkless means he’s worthless to the eyes of the many, has woken a darkness within him. Allowing him to summon things out of nightmares.</p>
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mature
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2024-08-17T21:00:49+00:00
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2024-08-20T03:52:40+00:00
| 184 |
!
In front of the hospital are a line of police cars, Naomasa Tsukauchi and Sansa Tamakawa arrived at the scene, the sky is dark with no stars or moon. The police and the pro heroes have been busy dealing with all the things that have been happening around Musutafu city. Which is in chaos right now as creatures and things right out of nightmares are walking around, which has the pro heroes and police stretch thin. (1)
The two came to the hospital as what happen earlier with that slime villain. Naomasa got a call from All Might about what had happen the boy Izuku Midoriya who pulled his friend Katsuki Bakugo, after opening a fire hydrant with the water washing the slime villain away. He responded by punching Izuku with an explosive punch that sent him flying into a metal rebar from a damaged building, impaling him in the chest. That’s when everything turn to hell.
A burst of energy came out of the boy that shot up into the sky and what can only be called darkness covered the entire area of Musutafu city. A massive giant made herself known as her hand grip the edge of one of the tall buildings and the massive female giant appeared looming over street. Even Mt. Lady had to look up even at her full height of over 67 feet, as the new giantess stood over 100 feet. Flying around her head were two figures too far up to make them out but they had wings and both are redheads. Shia a female Daidarabotchi, As she would later be identified as, reached down and grab Izuku with the metal rebar still embedded in him after she snap if out of the wall it came from.
Shia left the scene with the two flying figures with her. That’s when the 5 women made themselves known. All appearing in front of Katsuki Bakugo, all looking to hurt him. They all would later be identified as Yokai of urban legends.
Kuchisake-onna the 'Slit-Mouthed Woman' a malevolent figure in Japanese urban legends and folklore. Described as the malicious spirit, or onryō, of a woman, she partially covers her face with a mask or other item and carries a pair of scissors, a knife, or some other sharp object. She carried a pair of large scissors. She is most often described as having long, straight, white hands, black hair, pale skin, and otherwise being considered beautiful (except for her scar).
Hachishakusama earns her name from her impressive height of eight feet, a characteristic that defines her presence. Typically portrayed donned in a lengthy white gown and a wide-brimmed hat concealing her face, she exudes an aura of mystery. Notably, her unnaturally elongated limbs contribute to her towering stature, making her an imposing figure.
Teke Teke is a Japanese urban legend about the ghost of a schoolgirl, where her body was cut in half by a train after she had gotten stuck. She is an onryō, or a vengeful spirit, who lurks in urban areas and around train stations at night. Since she no longer has a lower body, she travels on her hands, dragging her upper torso and making a scratching or "teke teke"-like sound, produced either by her elbows or the end of her bisected body scraping the ground. If she encounters an individual, she will chase them and slice them in half at the waist, killing them in such a way that mimics her own disfigurement, using a large one handed scythe.
Futakuchi-onna "two-mouthed woman" is a type of yōkai or Japanese monster. She is characterized by her two mouths – a normal one located on her face and a second one on the back of the head beneath the hair. There, the woman's skull splits apart, forming lips, teeth and a tongue, creating an entirely functional second mouth.
Hanako of the Toilet, is a Japanese urban legend about the spirit of a young girl named Hanako who haunts school toilets.
Hachishakusama grabbed Katsuki Bakugo‘s arms and held them wide apart for Teke Teke to slice off his left forearm from his elbow. And while he was hanging from Hachishakusama‘s grip by his right arm, Kuchisake using her scissors cut off his right forearm. Futakuchi grabbed the two forearms and stuff them into her second mouth in front of the horrified crowd. The heroes went into action but stop as Hachishakusama threw the Bakugo boy into the smaller heroes causing them to stop to catch the bleeding boy. Hanako caused the water from the sewers to burst out of the manholes and washed the heroes and the crowd in a flood of raw sewage. Making Mt. Lady to stop and scoop up as many of the people caught in the flood as she could. Allowing the 5 women to escape.
Now there more and more creatures and things from myth and legends are appearing around the darken city. All centered around the hospital where Izuku Midoriya is being kept. The people caught up in the flood of raw sewage, heroes included had to be sent to other hospitals for treatment. The Bakugo boy not only lost his arms but also had his bleeding wounds exposed to raw sewage and all that could infect him with it.
“Hawks how are things?” Naomasa asked walking up to the 3rd top pro hero.
“They’re all waiting for something. Besides attacking the Bakugo boy, all of them are just standing around waiting. The call has been given out not to provoke them, with how spread out they are and the city under darkness. There’s no way we’ll be able to do anything to stop all of them,” Hawks said.
“I been talking with some of them but I keep getting the same answer if they even bother talking to me,” Fourth Kind said walking up to the pair.
“What they say?” Naomasa asked.
“They’re waiting for orders from their summoner,” Fourth Kind said.
“Summoner?” Naomasa asked before his eyes widen as he realized what they meant. “The Midoriya boy.”
“That’s what we figured as well. Seems that his near death has woken up his quirk and he’s able to summon people and creatures from horror fiction,” Hawks said.
“What’s his status?” Naomasa asked.
“No idea,” Hawks said.
“Has anyone entered or left?” Naomasa asked.
“They have been letting people and the staff to leave,” Hawks said.
“Lets see if they let in visitors,” Naomasa said heading for the entrance and the two pro heroes followed him.
!
Inside -
The three entered the hospital where they walk into the lobby that's empty but for the reception desk and someone watching the news from one of the tvs in the lobby. Most of the staff and people in the hospital had escape once the things took over, which from what the staff and people said, the things just let them go. But some of the patients couldn’t be moved and some of the staff had become trap in the hospital. Which is why the police or the heroes couldn’t move in.
The one watching tv is a huge skull-faced man dressed as a security guard and armed with a massive wooden club that has skulls embedded in it. The guard looks at the three heroes before turning back to the tv. The person sitting behind the reception desk is dressed in a standard issue nurses uniform from the early twentieth century but her head is covered by a pillowcase. Typing at the computer and…. The speakers of the hospital suddenly called out.
“Doctor Klok, please report to room 229,” a man’s voice called out. The speakers remained silent before buzzing again. “Ah, I see a detective and 2 heroes are here. I can see you on the security cameras.”
The tv the massive guard was watching suddenly became static and made a loud statically noise that drew the heroes attention. And a man appeared on the screen standing in one of the rooms of the hospital. He’s dressed in the stereotypical garb of a surgeon, along with a bloodstained apron, head mirror, and smock with a waistcoat with a bow tie underneath. Who looks like that old actor Price, even sounding like him. But the strange thing is that he’s black and white like from an old 16-mm film projector.
“Greetings, I am Doctor Killjoy psychiatrist and surgeon. Me and my staff have taken over running this hospital after most of the old staff ran off. Don’t worry about the patients, we’re looking after them,” the man said.
“Are you in charge?” Naomasa asked.
“No, I’m just leading this group who are caring for our master,” Killjoy said before he turn to something in the room.
A loud thump of something heavy came from outside, the three heroes walk over and open the lobby door to see a large armored man bird. The thing is a mix of metal and leather, giant leather and metal wings on its back, armor plating, a bird like head helmet, the only weapons are clawed knuckles and boots. Standing around 15 to 20 feet tall and its carrying a person in its arms.
The woman got off the arm of the bird man machine thing and walk towards the hospital. Some of the cops were shouting for her to come to them but couldn’t do anything as the bird man machine stood in the way. The woman entered the lobby where Doctor Killjoy greeted her.
“Mrs. Midoriya we been expecting you, I do hope you had no trouble with Songbird. Our master hasn’t waken up yet from his surgery but you can see him,” Killjoy said.
“Where’s Izuku?” Inko Midoriya asked.
“Nurse Smithson please buzz her in. The master is in room 205’,” Killjoy said.
The door of the lobby was buzzed and open allowing the mother in. The cop and heroes followed behind her, as they need to make sure that the Midoriya boy is the one controlling the people and creatures and to protect Mrs Midoriya. The big security guard did move to block the heroes but Mrs Midoriya said the heroes are with her and the guard step aside.
The hospital hallways were normal as the new staff are working in caring for the remaining patients. The nurses are female in body shape but are… not right. They have proportions, while still attractive in a strictly filthy sense, are exaggerated, like bimbo caricatures or a hentai. They're so sexually mature it's to an Uncanny Valley extent. Meaty thighs on full display, razor thin waists, and breasts nigh-overflowing out their tops through strategically-placed cleavage windows. Despite their thickness they still manage to maintain a slender and petite grace to their presence, though in an unmistakably demented sense. They are even dressed in slutty nurse outfits, with ridiculously short skirts and heels so high they shouldn't even be able to walk in them.
They walk strangely like when people walk backwards but forwards, and they twitch and jerk their bodies. But it’s their faces that made the four react the most. Some of their heads are bulbous and bone-white, they have small mouths full of dirty, bloodied teeth. Others have a full head of hair and malformed faces.
There are also nurses who have what seem to be a surgical mask fused to their faces, while the nurses have bandages covering theirs. They more closely resemble actual human nurses in provocative uniforms and busty bodies, but as the lack of faces. There are also those in pink uniforms and looking much more human-like in appearance aside from the clearly-deformed, blank faces and visible veins. Their "pink uniforms", upon closer inspection, are made of human skin with tendons clearly visible.
There are also nurses wearing a red and white nurse outfit and red gloves, with a pair of rolling skates. Their faces are hidden by a paper bag with the top of an old nurses hat that they all wear, that all have black crosses on their front like heather crosses on their sleeves of their shirts. All of them have giant syringes hanging on their belts.
But for all the horror they held from their looks, they’re all doing what healthcare workers normally did in hospitals. They check the patients, giving them their meals or medicine, checking the medical equipment. The nurses on the roller skates are rolling here and there delivering items to different rooms. The remaining staff are scared but are doing their best to take care of the remaining patients, even working with the inhuman staff.
The group pass the room that held the new babies, a bandaged covered nurse is checking each one of them. While an older human nurses is changing a diaper. She had stayed behind to protect the babies but to her surprise the inhuman nurses are taking care of the little ones. And the babies aren’t bothered by the inhuman nurses at all.
A man dressed as a doctor walk pass looking at a chart, strapped to his head and face is some kind of electroconvulsive gear, The Doctor is forever forced in a maniacal grin.
They saw a clown dress as a doctor with blood covered clothes walk out of a room.
The party duck as a huge man that kind of reminded them of a caterpillar for some reason was crawling on the ceiling passed them who is dressed as a doctor. He crawled into a room where before the door closed, a family of three, parents and their child huddled together in fear.
A man who looks to be pieced together and dress as a doctor came out of a room, holding the door open letting out a man holding the hand of his young daughter who quickly headed for the exit.
A nurse with no face is wheeling out a woman in a wheelchair holding her baby in her arms with her husband walking next to her. Both looked scared but remained calm as they’re being released.
Someone wearing what looks like a plague suit that people wore during the Black Plague during the Middle Ages walked by them in the hallway. Followed by a robot, in the shape of a ball with 3 eye stalks on it and 3 tentacles, two having pincer claws on the ends and the last a buzz saw. Flying by a thrusters on the bottom of its round body. A woman wearing what looks like a what a plague doctor would wear walk up the hallway before turning and going into a room.
They reached room 205 which is guarded by a very tall and powerful built woman, who wore a white wooden mask of a rabbit that covered all but her lower face. She wore a torn sarafan, customized with utility belts that has 4 hatches hanging on them. She also held a long broad axe, that looks very old.
Sitting on a chair near by is a female demon with bat-like wings on her back and has red skin, that matches her long red hair that has a yellow strip making it look like bacon with a horn on her forehead. She has pointy ears and her hair is going upward and has a tail. She has red/black boots and wears a short red/black dress that looks torn from the bottom and the top. On her dress, she has a black horizontal stripe around the chest area of the dress that looks torn as well. She also has pointy fangs. She’s on a iPhone typing away on it, like a normal teenage girl would do.
The girl next to her looks like her twin sister but she’s an angel with glowing yellow wings that matches the horn on her forehead, she has long red hair that has a yellow strip making it look like bacon like the demon. She’s wearing a short dress, that’s light pink on the top with two flaps going down on the sides of her hips, and a white bottom. She’s wearing white fingerless gloves and red boots that have wings on them. She’s also on a iPhone typing away on it, like a normal teenage girl would do.
"Huntress, the woman is Inko Midoriya, our master’s mother. She’s here to see him," Killjoy's voice called out from a speaker.
The teenage demon and the teenage angel took a picture of Mrs. Midoriya.
“There, I’m sending a picture to the others so they all know what our boss’s mom looks like,” the two teenagers said in sync sending the picture to all of their contacts.
“Thank you girls,” Killjoy said.
The woman, Huntress open the door of the windowless room, revealing Izuku Midoriya laying on the hospital bed. There are two bandaged headed nurses in the room with him guarding him, each armed with a revolver. There is also a female doctor who like the nurses has her head wrapped in bandages. Her short skirt showed the hint of stocking tops, her blouse revealed the start of a deep cleavage, and her white lab coat could never have been buttoned up thanks to her huge breasts.
"Our master has been treated but hasn't woken up yet. The boy Katsuki Bakugo, who nearly killed him, has both of his forearms cut off, leaving him quirkless. Further punishment is up to him when he wakes up,” Doctor Killjoy said.
The tv in the room Izuku is in, turned on showing said boy laying on a hospital bed, with bandages on the stumps of his arms. And is on life support as he’s also suffering from infection from the raw sewage.
“Good,” Inko said walking into her son’s room and closing the door behind her.
A enormous dark skin man with a gorilla-like build came walking down the hallway to them. Like most of the other projections, he has a misshapen face and bubble-like growths on his arms. He wore a tight-fitting shirt that look like the buttons are going to pop off, and a green vest that have already encountered that fate (save for one or two buttons). The right sleeve is torn, revealing more mutation bubbles. The man is also carrying a radio on him.
"You are the heroes?" the man asked.
"Yes," Hawks said.
"I'm Leo Hartwig and you all need to bring someone who can heal the master and get him to wake up before things get out of hand. Our master is in bad shape and without him to command us, the others are just going to be running wild. Killjoy is keeping the others busy by waiting and making sure our master is safe. But if he doesn't wake up or if he dies... there be nothing to keep the others under control."
"He's right kids," a voice called out from the radio Leo held. "Name's, Augustus Sinclair, Esq me and Leo here are some of the few that the boss summon from our different worlds, who can control ourselves. If you haven't notice all of the others are stuff that you find in one of those horror films and stories. It's because we are all from a horror setting, me and Leo came from a city built under the sea where thanks to something we call Adam, gave users powers and super human abilities. Leo was just a normal man before he transformed himself into a brute. He can still think clearly, while others we call splicers are completely mad.”
“And that’s only from where we’re from, there are plenty of others who are completely insane,” Leo adds.
“Got that right, there are plenty of monsters running around who are pure evil. They will rape you, kill you, and eat you, in that order if you’re lucky,” the devil sister spoke up. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t always a demon and I can comprehend good. I just don’t care being nice to people who would just stand by while someone is screaming for help. I would had like to tear apart the school with the teachers and the other students there but flying the boss here was more important.”
“We’re all waiting for the master to wake up and are all trying to not cause him problems for him to deal with when he wakes up. Some are passing the time by looking and searching for the ones who harm our master and those who let it happen. But that can only last for so long,” the angel sister said.
“A city crawling with monsters right out of horror films, the doctors and nurses that are all over the hospital are the types of monsters that will operate on you while you're wide awake with no pain killers and send you off worst then you came in, and they don't care if they're children. They're only behaving themselves because of the boss. What you think is going to happen, when the only one who is controlling us is gone?" Sinclair asked.
"Oh god," Fourth Kind said as he and the others realized what's going to happen without their master to control them. All the remaining staff and patients in the hospital, even the newborns in the nursery will be slaughtered.
"Don't worry the hospital is under my control. Of course, I can't promise you what happens outside of it," Killjoy said over the speakers.
“Better start boarding up the windows and doors,” the angel sister adds.
“We been streaming this live,” the devil sister said pointing to a camera she and her sister had setup.
“It’s only fair to warn people of the horror movie level slaughter that’s going to happen if our master doesn’t wake up soon,” the angel sister said. “I’m Daydream Shimmer.”
“I’m Daymare Shimmer,” the devil sister said.
“We’re the Day sisters,” the twins said.
“Hawks get Recovery Girl and anyone else who has a healing quirk down here on the double,” Naomasa said as they need to prevent a disaster from happening.
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My Hero: Horror Master
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A near death has awaken something inside of Izuku. Years of abuse from a society where because of him being quirkless means he’s worthless to the eyes of the many, has woken a darkness within him. Allowing him to summon things out of nightmares.
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<p>A near death has awaken something inside of Izuku. Years of abuse from a society where because of him being quirkless means he’s worthless to the eyes of the many, has woken a darkness within him. Allowing him to summon things out of nightmares.</p>
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The kids who did the two exams waited for their test results to be shown showing them who would become students for U.A. Izuku spent the exam helping and saving the other students using the support gear his sponsor gave him to use. His sponsor is the new support gear company Nazarick, and even trained him to use it.
A representative of the company was sent to oversee the support gear in action, a penguin with the same type of quirk that gives him a human mind like the principal of the school Nezu, Eclair Ecleir Eicler. He uses a 6 foot tall power armor to walk around in, as he has flippers that can hold things. And also keeps him nice and cool as he is a penguin after all and lives at the South Pole.
“Izuku Midoriya please go to room 35,” a voice on the speaker said.
Walking down the hallway Izuku found room 35 and upon entering it he saw Eclair Eclair Ecleir, in the room with the principal Nezu.
“Hello Midoriya. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Nezu, U.A.’s principal. First of all I’d like to say that I’m extremely impressed with your performance in this exam. You showed tremendous skill for someone your age. Secondly I’d like to apologize-” Nezu was saying but was cut off by Eclair Eclair Ecleir.
“The rodent and the other teachers decided that because you don’t have a quirk you can’t be in the hero course, he is offering a fully paid general ed course and try again during the sport festival. Only because my company is only offering our products to the school only if you’re in it, otherwise they wouldn’t even be making the offer,” Eclair Eclair Ecleir said.
“They only care because of your company,” Izuku said.
“Yes,” Eclair Eclair Ecleir said.
“Being a hero is dangerous and we just feel,” Nezu began to say.
“That anyone without a quirk can’t be a hero. Fine, I’ll just be the villain. Return their memories,” Izuku said.
“What?” Nezu asked as the once bright sky outside the window began dark and memories flooded back to him.
His near death caused something to awaken in Izuku Midoriya, not a quirk something else. Allowing him to bring to life people and creatures out of horror both known and unknown to this world. After being treated by Recovery Girl and the others with healing quirks, he woke up and found himself the master of horrors. Things were tense as Izuku didn’t know what to make of his minions and what to do with them.
A number of his minions all wanted him to go on a slaughter and be a villain. All Might having met with him before tried to convince Izuku to become a hero. Even after telling him that without a quirk he couldn’t be a hero. Then Bill Cipher a yellow triangle with one eye, a tophat and bow tie suggested a test to see if any of the hero schools of Japan would take a quirkless student.
Nezu remembering everything could only stare at Izuku in horror of what he just did. The chance Izuku gave Japan to show him that he shouldn’t be a villain, was all for nothing.
“I erased your memory so that there wouldn’t be a gun pressing up against your head in your decision of taking me as a student without a quirk. I can’t be a hero without a quirk, that I’m always be less than anyone who does have a quirk no matter what it is. Fine, I won’t be a hero but a villain,” Izuku said as he and Eclair Eclair Ecleir teleported away.
Nezu looked around as he clutch his head in his paws. He and the others just doomed Japan. (1)
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Later -
All of Japan and the rest of the world had just watch the chance U.A. was given to show that they would accept a quirkless student who has earned it into their hero course. Go and told Izuku that without a quirk he couldn’t be a hero. All the staff and kids had their memories returned to them, with the staff of the school remembering what was at stake and that they blew it.
And it wasn’t just U.A. but also all the schools of Japan that have a hero course. All the schools were given a chance to show that after they said that they would take a quirkless student, Izuku had all of their memories erased so that they would all act like he wasn’t the leader of an army of horror creatures and people. And all showed themselves that they would only talk that they would but acting on it is another thing and would only accept him as a general ed student. And only because of the made up company that gave him support equipment, telling the school that they only give the school the equipment only if Izuku was a student.
The news channels all are reporting on the failure of the schools in keeping their word that they would accept a quirkless student. And reporters asking why wouldn’t they take a quirkless student who earned it. The news channels all suddenly showed Izuku standing in front of a glowing pool of yellow liquid held in a pool. He’s dress in normal clothes for someone his age. A black shirt, and black pants.
"I gave them a chance to show that if it came down to it, that they would accept a quirkless into U.A. that someone like me could be a hero. Just words as they showed that even when I showed that I have what it takes and got a high enough score, that it’s still not enough for them. For someone who doesn’t have a quirk can’t be a hero, by their standards. All Might said anyone can be a hero, but he being born quirkless and only given his quirk. Still saw me another quirkless as someone who couldn’t be a hero without a quirk. He and the other teachers of the school told me that it doesn’t matter if I don’t have a quirk, that I could be a hero. Which is why, I erased their memories so that they just thought that the school exams were happening. So that they would treat me like I was just another hopeful student to be, just one that doesn’t have a quirk. And they showed you all watching what they are, that if all of this didn’t happen where, I didn’t have an army of monsters and horror villains at my command, I couldn’t be a hero in their eyes only another general education student,” Izuku said to the world watching.
He brings up a screen showing the same thing happening at all the other hero school. Where he did well enough to get into the hero course, but because he’s quirkless he couldn’t be a hero. And then the memories of the teachers and the other kids at the schools all came back. All the teachers who told him he couldn’t be a hero without a quirk, staring in horror at what they had done once they remembered what was on the line.
“The only schools I didn’t try are the all girl schools. But the point is clear, I gave all of Japan a chance to show me that a school would let me have a chance of being a hero. And they all claim that because I didn’t have a quirk it be too dangerous. Well at least all of you know who to blame for what’s coming next. They all convince me I can’t be a hero, I won’t be a hero. I will be Horror Master instead,” Izuku said in a tired voice.
Soft music began playing in the background.
'I'm so tired of pretending'
'Where's my happy ending?'
Izuku softly sang as he walks around the edge of the pool.
'I followed all the rules'
'I drew inside the lines'
'I never asked for anything that wasn't mine'
'I waited patiently for someone to give me a chance'
'But when it finally came'
'No one gave me one'
'And now I feel this overwhelming pain'
'I mean it's in my veins'
'I mean it's in my brain'
'My thoughts are running in a circle like a toy train'
'I'm kinda like a perfect picture with a broken frame'
'I know exactly who to blame'
What could only be called darkness with a yellow taint, began flowing out of the pool and spread around the room. The darkness isn't touching Izuku.
'I never thought of myself as mean'
'I always thought that I'd be the hero'
'And there's no in between'
'Cause if I can't have that'
'Then I would be the leader of the dark'
'And the bad'
'Now there's a devil on my shoulder'
'Where the angels used to be'
'And they'll be calling me the king'
The darkness covered the entire room with the only light source being the glowing yellow pool and the flashes of glowing yellow lights from the darkness. Giving Izuku an eerie background as he continues to sing.
'Being nice was my pastime'
'But I've been hurt for the last time'
'And I won't ever let another person take advantage of me'
'The anger burns my skin, third-degree'
'Now my blood's boiling hotter than a fiery sea'
'There's nobody getting close to me'
'They're gonna bow to the Evil King'
'Your nightmare's my dream'
'Just wait until they fall to my wicked schemes'
Izuku raised his hands as the darkness began consuming him, turning his skin dark with cracks of yellow light. He stared down at the pool of glowing yellow liquid.
'I never thought of myself as mean'
'I always thought that I'd be the hero'
'And there's no in between'
'Cause if I can't have that'
'Then I would be the leader of the dark'
'And the bad'
'Now there's a devil on my shoulder'
'Where the angels used to be'
'And he's calling me the king of mean (calling me, calling me)'
'The king of horror (calling me, calling me)'
'The king of horror (calling me, calling me)'
Izuku turns around and falls over backwards into the glowing green pool with a completely blank face. The yellow liquid bubbles as something is happening down below. Floating out of the yellow liquid came an older looking Izuku. He is now dressed in a tuxedo fitted to his more mature body, colored light purple, with a white undershirt, black shoes, a black bow tie and black tophat completed the outfit. And is holding a black hook cane in his right hand that he’s tapping his fingers on. It's his eyes that caught everyone's attention as they're both have yellow coloration, with black slits for pupils. And sang in a distorted voice that echoed like two people talking at the same time.
'Something's pulling me'
'It's so magnetic'
'My body is moving'
'Unsure where I'm headed'
'All of my senses have left me defenseless'
'This darkness around me'
'Is promising vengeance'
'The price that I'm willing to pay is expensive'
'There's nothing to lose'
'When you're lonely and friendless'
'So my only interest is showing this world'
'That I am the king'
'And my reign will be endless (endless)'
Izuku, no Horror Master floated while glowing in yellow power. The yellow light vanished the darkness from the room.
'I want what I deserve'
'I want to rule the world'
'Sit back and watch them learn'
'It's finally my turn'
The room shifted as Horror Master using his powers rearranged the room. He created a grand throne room, with the pool staying where it is.
'If they want a villain for a king'
'I'm gonna be one like they've never seen'
'I'll show them what it means'
'Now that I am that'
'I will be the ruler of the dark and the bad'
'Cause the devil's on my shoulder'
'Where the angels used to be'
'And he's calling me the queen of mean (calling me, calling me)'
'The king of horror (calling me, calling me)'
Horror Master sat down on his throne smiling at the camera.
'I want what I deserve'
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Japan -
The teachers of the schools who had rejected Izuku after promising him that he can still be a hero even if he’s quirkless, could only stare at what they have done. He gave them all a chance to show that he could get in, by erasing their memories so that the threat of him commanding an army of monsters and horror villains wasn’t a factor to their decisions. And all of them showed that without it, that they would never allow him a chance to be a hero.
“We just created a new villain,” Nezu said as he and the other staff stared at the screen.
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Horror Master’s Lair -
“Now the bloodbath will start but before that, I to lay down some ground rules for my minions. Anyone who gives up isn’t to be killed, and young children aren’t to be killed. As for the heroes and the schools, I want to see some horror level gore, show why you’re legends of horror. Tentacle monsters and other hentai monsters, I want to see action from you all, and I don’t mean just the women, the men too, than after you’re all done, the others get their turn,” Izuku said to the camera.
A door opened and Inko Midoriya came in with the minions the Day sisters and Huntress who were guarding the door had no idea what to do when Inko pushed them aside to see her son.
“Izuku wait,” Inko said who is the only one Izuku cares enough to listen to now.
“I gave them a chance and you saw it, without a gun being pressed up against the backs of their heads they would never allow someone like me without a quirk be a hero,” Izuku said.
“That’s just it there’s still one school left,” Inko said.
“There is?” Izuku asked.
Bill appeared on a tv screen.
“Yup there’s one school left. Besides those all girl schools. But come on the boy accidentally being accepted into an all girl school only happens in fiction. Or because there’s not enough girls the school has to start allowing boys in,” Bill said.
“Alright sorry people the slaughter has to wait. I gave my word and unlike the hero schools I’m going to keep it,” Izuku said.
“Awww,” the Day sisters said from the doorway.
“What school is it?” Izuku asked.
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Stardew Valley -
Once the sea side town was thriving thanks to the local mine bringing in people to the valley. But that was over 20 years ago, when the mine ran dry and was shutdown. Pelican Town use to have a population around 4,000 to 6,000 now only has less than a hundred people left. Without the mine, the town went bust and more and more young people left till there was only a few left.
The reason why people still stop at the town is because of the gas station by the bus stop and the Jojo Mart. Also the train station, where trains stop now and then to repair or refuel, where the people on board would go and explore the town. Shopping at the stores that are still open. There is also the festivals that lure in tourist to the town.
The old school house is still open to the two remaining children that are still in the town. A relict of a time when the town was more alive with people. The school use to teach heroes but the class has been empty for years. And with only two students, there are only 3 teachers left in the school and only one of them has a quirk. (2)
Pestonya S. Wanko, has the outer appearance of a beautiful lady but has a head of a dog and a vertical scar on her face running down the center with signs of stitching. Is the representative of the Nazarick company. And is talking with the headmaster of the school an old one eyed man named Marlon.
“Why would a big time company like yours have any interest in a place like Stardew?” Marlon asked.
“My company is testing out new support equipment for the quirkless to use. Izuku has been trained and knows how to operate them. But they still need to be field tested,” Pestonya said.
“And seeing how this is a rural out of nowhere school, this be a good place for your company to test it out of the public eye,” Marlon said.
“Yes,” Pestonya said.
“It has been years since Gil taught the hero class and that was as the assistant teacher but after Juire left town, he’s the only one left. And he’s also quirkless like me. Penny is the only one with a quirk and it’s spinning her head around. Are you sure there isn’t any other school? Izuku will be sharing class with Jas and Vincent who are much younger than him,” Marlon said looking out the window where Izuku is showing off the support gear to the two kids in question.
“We’re sure,” Pestonya said.
“Ok than, just need the paperwork signed and he can start on Monday,” Marlon said.
“Just like that, no exam?” Pestonya asked.
“Look at this place, we’re not going to be picky. He has a clean record and seems to be a nice kid,” Marlon said.
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Horror Master’s Lair -
“One of my clones has been accepted into a hero school. A out of nowhere school that only has 2 other students. But I gave my word to give Japan a chance. So the slaughter is postponed for now,” Izuku said.
“What do you mean postponed?” Inko asked.
“Mom, I said I would give Japan a chance only if I’m accepted into a school, which all the other schools failed. It doesn’t mean that’s the test. It just means I’m giving them a chance to prove themselves to me. That they will accept a quirkless pro hero from a rural school out in the middle of nowhere. And yes, I’m going to be erasing the minds of people so that they have no idea what’s at stake till after they treat my clone as they would to any other quirkless person. Just like the schools,” Izuku said.
”But that would mean…,” Inko said realizing what her son is getting to.
“They will see my clone as worthless and tell him he can’t be a hero and only then will they have their memories back and realized what they have done,” Izuku said. “It’s not my fault they can’t be good people like they claim to be.”
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Daydream Shimmer,Sunset Shimmer,Sunset Shimmer (Demon),Alternate Universe,Anthro,Crossover,Human,Dark,Horror,My Hero Academia,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence
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My Hero: Horror Master
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A near death has awaken something inside of Izuku. Years of abuse from a society where because of him being quirkless means he’s worthless to the eyes of the many, has woken a darkness within him. Allowing him to summon things out of nightmares.
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incomplete
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<p>A near death has awaken something inside of Izuku. Years of abuse from a society where because of him being quirkless means he’s worthless to the eyes of the many, has woken a darkness within him. Allowing him to summon things out of nightmares.</p>
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Since the mostly failed chance Izuku… no Horror Master have to the hero schools, things have just gotten worst. The city of Musutafu is still underneath the veil of darkness forcing the electric lights to be turned on all day and night. Which the monsters and other beings of horror are now making themselves home in. A mass evacuation of the city has already taken place with people fleeing the city of darkness.
All those who could afford to leave, have already left the city. Leaving only the ones who couldn’t just leave and those who stayed for some other reasons. Which has been a month since it all started and people that stayed in the city adapted to their new life. The government tried to block the city off but Horror Master made it known that the city is to be kept open or his word that no harm will be done on his minions part will be broken on Japan’s side as he sees cutting off the city from the rest of the world as harmful. The truce is that neither side will do harm to the other as long as the test is taking place, which the government is doing everything to avoid.
New landmarks have appeared around the city, showing how powerful of a summoner Horror Master is.
Castle Chaythe, is massive and closely guarded by many monsters and automatic defenses. The entire castle is being made into a fortress, making many think it’s where Horror Master is located. Not that anyone can get close enough to find out, thanks to the deep dry moat around the castle and only one bridge leading into the castle. The bridge is heavily guarded and have gun turrets all along the bridge. There are also auto guns, missiles, cannons and lasers being place on the ramparts and towers of the castle. Making any attempt to enter the castle by flying, a death wish. The tech heads on staff found counter measures for any kind of offense they can throw at the castle, even using a nuke.
Dunwall Tower, a tower complex that protects the only bridge leading to Castle Chaythe. From what was gathered from the few guards that came with the tower, their entire royal family died and the city it was in fell into chaos and a plague of rats took over.
Raccoon Police Department, a police station that is being run by monsters and some humans with a werewolf cop in charge. Information from a guide pamphlet revealed that the Raccoon Police Station was originally an art museum in central Raccoon City until 1969, when the newly established RPD purchased it due to its convenient location and ample parking, and was then converted into the precinct. The building underwent various changes during renovations, while other areas of the building were left intact. There were zombies and other creatures but they all disappeared.
Fallcreek University, a large campus college from the United States from the documents found, that is protected by a host of ninjas and kunoichis, The number of the ninjas is unknown and there have been sightings of other ninja like figures around the campus. There were flowers that gave off black mist of pollen and creatures but they all disappeared.
Dracula’s castle, is heavily protected by a host of vampires and other monsters. It is implied that the castle was built by Dracula himself. The building is both a technological and supernatural marvel; it incorporates electricity and advanced mechanics in its workings. In addition to using technology that is centuries beyond of what the outside world possesses at the time, the castle is also known to operate with the aid of supernatural elements.
Hotel Transylvania, a castle that is also a hotel where many monsters are staying at. The monsters there are friendly and interact with people from the city. The Dracula who runs the hotel had open the hotel for monsters to have a vacation from humans.
Willamette Parkview Mall, a massive two story shopping mall that’s from the United States from what could be found inside. The mall features six different areas and seventy-nine shops, as well as a movie theater, a supermarket,a gym, two hardware stores, a indoor an amusement park theme, complete with a large roller coaster called the Space Rider, a children's playland, two large bunny balloons, and a gun shop. There were zombies in the mall, till they all disappeared.
Graygarden, is a fully automated hydroponic garden run by Mister Handy robots. Just outside the greenhouse is a large field of mutfruit which are tended to by a couple of Mr. Handies and inside are several planters filled with corn, carrots, gourds, tatos and additional mutfruit. A large greenhouse now covers everything. Agents have managed to collect samples of the crops, thanks to the robots giving them away. The mutfruit is purple and has yellow leaves. Tatos are the result of cross-pollination between tomato and potato plants. The new consumable looks like a tomato on the outside, but the inside is brown. The plants are made into a jar containing green plant material broken down into its base components called Salient Green. Which like honey as long as it’s stored properly won’t spoil.
Green Hills Sanitarium, a decrepit mental asylum from the United States. Was ran by Dr. Blackmore and his experiments into fears and phobias from the recovered documents. A number of ghosts have taken to haunting the asylum.
Salazar Castle, a massive castle that is both an enormous fortified stronghold and a monastery complex. The original inhabitants have all disappeared and a host of divine creatures and religious followers have taken it over. Currently there are 5 gods known who resides in the castle creating a new faith around them. They’re still working on their new faith and the belief system.
Weatherby Savings and Loan, a wreck building with the U.S.S. Constitution crashed into it and commanded by robot, Captain Ironside and his robot crew. How the wooden sailing ship crashed into the building is by the four large rockets attached to it. The robots are still fixing the ships rockets and engine so they can sail on the sea.
Marsh Refinery, a gold refinery from the town of Innsmouth from the Lovecraft story, Shadow Over Innsmouth. No agent wants to risk entering the building, there are monsters around the refinery. The refinery is running with the strange white gold coming out of it. The gold is being used to handle legal matters by some of the projections. The ownership of the lands that the buildings summon by Horror Master is being brought out, with monsters appearing near the owners with a stack of gold to buy them out. Which many willingly sigh away their claims, as they didn’t want to find out what happens when they say no to the monster that just showed up. Others met with a demon that changes their form each time, that only appear when someone sits at an old wooden table to make a deal.
The Maw, a massive ocean going vessel that is right off shore of the Docks. Little is known of what is inside as no agent has been able to get inside. There are lots of water monsters and creatures surrounding the vessel.
Four Leaf Fish Packing Plant, a fish packing plant. The plant is fully operational with fish monsters running it. Currently there’s some dealings with the local market selling fish and buying from local fishermen. The fishes are also being made into a red paste, that testing showed is completely edible.
Monster High, a large highschool for monsters. The school is open with the younger monsters and some humans attending the school.
Mass Bay Medical Center, a 10 story hospital being run by Doctor Killjoy and the monster medical staff that took over the Zaki hospital when they first showed up. The hospital has things like auto-docs, machines that fix up patients and other advance equipment but look like they came from how people thought the future be like in the 50’s. Currently they're accepting patients and are talking with insurance companies to be able to receive payments. And from what the reports that came in they charge less and accept all payments.
Ruby Gloom Manor, a large manor where a number of monsters live.
Happy's Humble Burger Farm, a fast-food restaurant. The food has been tested and it’s all safe to eat and meet all the health codes to operate. Is run by a ancient mummy named Skeeter, who was reanimated by a cult seeking power. However, it turns out that he was really just a harmless businessman using supernatural forces and underpaid workers for his products. Which the workforce are robots called Mister Handy, so he doesn’t have to pay them anything. He also speaks and acts like a Texas tycoon.
The Happy Hotel, a hotel run by demons from hell. The owner of the hotel is Charlotte "Charlie" Morningstar, who is the daughter of the devil and is completely not what you think a daughter of the devil would be like. She is very friendly and even gave a tour of her hotel to the agents who were sent to gather information. Where it’s learn that 2 of the high ranking demons came with the realms they rule that are in a pocket dimension. Which is of grave concern as Horror Master could easily call upon those demons to unleash their demon armies at anytime.
The Block, a block of buildings appeared together with what information was collected came from Lexington in the United States.
- Faded Glory laundromat, which is just a laundromat.
- Lexington Bank, that is being run by monsters.
- Super Duper Mart a grocery store run by monsters. It also has a robot that’s in a charging station by the entrance called a protectron.
- Slocum’s Joe, a coffee shop run by monsters.
- Lexington Apartments where the monsters live.
Barrows Mansion, otherwise known as the Clock Tower or Clock Tower Mansion, it is a large mansion sporting a large clock tower with a green roof on the south-east side. It is roughly square-shaped and has a swimming pool in the inner courtyard. It is now home to a large group of monsters.
Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, which, in essence, is an entire indoor amusement park. Run by animatronics, the S.T.A.F.F. bots and monsters and open to the public which is getting customers. So far there is nothing troubling but for how creepy the robots are.
The Factory, a large building with a vast underground complex underneath it owned by a man named Karl Heisenberg. Has magnetic powers that allows him to control metal. A large number of robots are coming out of the factory, going to the boat graveyard and scraping them for resources. Seems a mad scientist called The Mechanist is building them. The factory is located outside of the city but is near the train yard.
Playtime Co. factory, a toy large factory. Many toy theme monsters and robots now call the factory home, it also made it all but impossible to figure out which toys are alive.
Banana Splits Studios, a large warehouse where the Banana Splits show is filmed, along with Mortimer's Handeemen, Showdown Bandit, My Friendly Neighborhood, and a black and white cartoon Bendy. They also have news segment that’s hosted by the Crypt Keeper and Slappy, which is very popular.
Vim! Pop Factory, a soda factory that produces a soda called Vim in bottles. Vim has been tested and it’s safe to drink and has been showing up around the city.
Castle Dimitrescu, a large castle that only has female monsters, was located in Downtown before being moved as the castle was blocking too many roads. The castle is undergoing renovations with repairs being done to it. Leaving only a few rooms that can be entered. The female monsters are from worlds where there are only female monsters, and their world seem to run on porn logic. The castle shares the space with another castle with only a gatehouse separating the two. The other castle is where the village use to be.
Belli Castle, also known as Castle Belli, is an enormous castle that has a forest region that surrounds both castles and a lake with a water tower. The castle has an old mansion and is located by the "House of Truth". It is the home to the Belli family of alchemists who study immortality. The only inhabitant of the castle is the gardener and handyman Debilitas, he is a strange-looking hulking hunchback of a giant size, with large round eyes and enormous hands. He has the approximate mental capacity of a young child, and is prone to outbursts and tantrums. Many of the female monsters also live at the castle which has turned into a burlesque, with shows and extra services offered by the female monsters for any paying customer.
The Overlook Hotel, a massive hotel where many monsters live. Located on a mountain that appeared with it. Outside of the veil of darkness.
Trolberg, a city that is surrounded on three sides by a huge wall. The only exception is the bay area at a fjord called the Björgfjord. The city is merged with another city of Blair Wood, that was located in Illinois. The city is surrounded by hills and mountains that is full of trolls and other creatures. And is right outside the veil of darkness.
Castle of the Two Sisters, a large castle that is the home of the people who came from the My Little Ponies world. Is surrounded by a dense forest of Everfree, full of wild creatures and monsters. Has only one road leading to the castle and the Japanese town full of monsters under the rule of the Yureimoto family. Outside of the veil of darkness.
Sierra Madre, a casino resort that is home to the ghost people who wear those hazmat suits. It has vending machines that can turn chips used by the casino into preprogrammed items. The problem is that the ghost people are very protective of the resort and there’s a poisonous red cloud that covers many areas of the resort. Only allowing the visitors to go into the casino where some guest are given complimentary vouchers worth 7,500 chips. The resort is outside of the veil of darkness.
There is also a theme park called Nuka-World with rides, games, restaurants, that takes up a large section of the station. The park is divided into 6 sections, one of which is a bottling plant where the 3 different brands of beverages are made. Which also has a boat ride that shows where each of the different drinks came from. Each section only has one entrance that is guarded by robots who would only allow people to enter if they have a ticket. Which luckily the ticket booth accepted all forms of payment.
First is a western setting Dry Rock Gulch. The area has Doc Phosphate's Saloon that looks like a bar in the middle of nowhere, run by robots. Dry Rock Gulch theater where robot actors put on a show. Mad Mulligan's Minecart Coaster, which had the team ride on carts in a mine. Ol' Sugartop which is a drop ride. And lots of shops and game booths.
The next is the Galactic Zone that's more space age setting. The ArcJet G-Force a ride that sends the rider up into the air. Handy Whirl a ride that spins riders. Nuka-Galaxy boasted a lengthy and dynamic rollercoaster track, modeled as a counter-attack led by robots against attacking aliens that look like the squid statue. Throughout the ride, robots can be found combating animatronic aliens, while turrets attached to UFOs attack but never strike the rider. Nuka Rockets the ride consists of a rotating circular platform with seats for the riders. The seats are in the form of rows of miniature red rockets. RobCo Battlezone where robots fight each other in a show. Spacewalk a spacewalk simulator. Splashdown where water splashes people. Starlight Interstellar Theater. Starport Nuka a museum of military and space-like technology. Vault-Tec: Among the Stars seems to be about showing terraforming on other planets.
The Kiddie Kingdom with all the games and rides is targeted for children. Blast Off! cars in the shape of Nuka-Cola bottles rotate around a central tower, each connected with an arm. The arms spin the cars around the tower while changing the height of each car. The Candy Town Playground a gift shop. A carousel that has strange models of animals. A ferris wheel a big wheel where you sit as the wheel spins. A Fun House that you have to find your way out of. Nuka-Racers small cars that goes around the area. Rally Rollers a circular rotating platform with cars and bikes. Teacups a ride with spinning cups. King Cola's Castle that is a theater.
The Safari Adventure is jungle theme. Angry Anaconda a roller coaster. Cappy's Treehouse is composed of two levels with an open elevator platform. The top level features a bar counter and a balcony. Jungle Journey Theater a stage show. A Welcome Center that has information for the many exhibits of the creatures kept in the cages.
Nuka-Town mostly shops and restaurants. Bradberton Amphitheater a large stage show. Cappy's Cafe a restaurant. Cola-Cars Arena bumper cars. Fizztop Mountain is one of the most recognizable landmarks in the park. Standing at over 100 meters tall, it also provides an excellent view of the surrounding area. At the top of the structure is the most expensive fine dining restaurant in the park. The Nuka-Cade is an arcade-hall featuring different kinds of arcade games.
And a massive military complex that’s in ruins when it first appear, called Site 13. Something big happen there and lots of rebuilding is taking place there. Outside of the veil of darkness.
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In a government building -
A middle aged man who has been put in charge of the Horror Master situation after the massive failure on the hero commission and the hero schools. They were all given a chance to show Izuku that they would let a quirkless hero be in their school and after their memories were erased so that they be completely unbiased, they showed that they wouldn’t. Only allowing him to try because of the support equipment company backing him for their new equipment. All shown on a world wide audience, showing that they can’t be good as they say they are. And the only reason why Izuku didn’t unleashed his army of nightmares to slaughter Japan was because of one school that did let him in.
Stardew Valley High, once a nice school before the mine shut down over 70 years ago and most of the people left the rural town. The school only has two students both under 10 and 3 teachers left. And is the last hope left for Japan to show Izukumthat he’s wrong about Japan.
“Stardew is the only chance Japan has to avoid the monsters and others of horror fiction from going on a rampage. Which the entire area is under a spell that causes anyone entering to forget about everything to do with Horror Master and we already tried. We mark off the zone of effect and anything that enters the zone the spell takes hold of. Anything written, on electronic, quirks, nothing works. Everything is forgotten and Horror Master won’t allow outside interference. No new teachers or students to help the clone of Horror Master. Not it would matter as they all will have their memories erased and treat him like any other quirkless person,” Shinji the government agent said to the people in the room and those on the computer screens for a group chat.
Everyone has been running around like chickens with their heads chop off. All the hero schools are in hot water and they know it as they all rejected Horror Master, after they said that they would. Which even with one school having the Izuku clone in the hero class, there’s still the problem with the hero agencies and hero commission accepting a quirkless pro hero from a nowhere rural school.
“As of right now, all staff of both the hero schools and hero commission are fired. To be replaced with people who actually will give a quirkless hero a chance to prove themselves,” Shinji announced causing everyone to stare in shock. “Or you all want to be responsible for a nation wide slaughter?”
That statement caused everyone to shut their mouths.
“Let’s be real here, none of you would ever give someone who is quirkless a chance of being a pro hero. He erased your minds and showed the world what you are, and you people in the commission showed that too when his minions pretending to be from a support company came to you to help Izuku become a hero, all said no as well. So with the power I have been given, all of you are now fired and all schools will be shut down till new staff who will give a quirkless child a chance be hired. As for the commission all pay and benefits are suspended so that none of the workers will have a reason to work till things are sorted out and people who also give quirkless a chance to be heroes be hired. Or you all can have all the blame place on you if any of you fight this as the reason why Horror Master will have his minions slaughter us all,” Shinji stated causing everyone to keep quiet.
Shinji brings up screens showing youkais and other monsters appearing all over Japan.
Tsukumogamis, inanimate objects that came to life after a hundred years of use. Appearing all over Japan from old objects.
Titan-momen, who have long thin white paper like bodies, appearing out in fields.
Tanukis, using their shape shifting powers to go around stealing food and causing misfits.
Kitsunes, also going around using their shape shifting powers to cause misfit.
Kappas, appearing in large bodies of water and telling people to give them cucumbers or they will shove their hands into their butts and pull out their souls.
Nuppeppos, fleshy blob creatures that lumbers around in deserted places, mainly temples and graveyards. They have a smell comparable to that of rotting flesh, leading some to believe they are made of corpses. In spite of this, nuppeppo are generally peaceful creatures. But because of their smell caused most people to flee.
“And that’s just in Japan, Horror Master power isn’t a quirk as Eraserhead tried that on him to desummon his minions and they didn’t go away. Which cost him his eyes when he was told not to try. Horror Master is acting like a lighthouse drawing in creates and beings out of horror to him. All of Japan’s myth and legends are appearing because of him being here and all of them having a little voice in their heads telling them to obey him. Which also makes spying on us very easy. He has beings that can enter our dreams, Korpokkurs and other small beings spying, things that can appear in mirrors and tv screens and so on,” Shinji said.
Shinji brings up a screen showing all of the zombies and other undead that had showed up but disappeared.
“And Horror Master can always just unleash the zombie hordes on us and we be torn to pieces as they eat us alive or brains, or just bite us and turn us into the undead. Luckily Horror Master got rid of all of them but he can easily unleash them and we need to break out the shotguns to fight the undead,” Shinji said.
“What will firing us will do?” the president of the hero commission asked.
“Put into place people who when the Izuku clone goes to a sport or another event for heroes, that they won’t just say he can’t be a hero because he doesn’t have a quirk. Which all of you showed that unless you have a gun pressed up against the back of your heads, none of you wouldn’t give him a chance. None of you can be trusted to give a quirkless hero a chance,” Shinji said. (1)
“What about the schools that are girl schools?” Nezu asked seeing how there’s no defense he could say and with all of Japan on the line, the government sees no reason in keeping him or the others.
“If you mean trying that plot where a boy is sent to an all girl school? Wouldn’t work, they're girl schools for a reason and the only way he could attend one would be if the number of girls aren’t enough and they need to let boys in. Besides we already tried and had the ones who have that problem question by people with truth quirks and none of them would let a quirkless boy in. But they’re safe as they didn’t had the test done to them unlike all of you. Also we be making it mandatory for all schools and agencies to have a quirkless hero and staff. We have about 3 to 4 years if we’re lucky to show the Izuku clone that he can be accepted as a pro hero when he’s quirkless,” Shinji said.
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Kentavritsa
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563494
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Changelings,Original Character,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Random,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Just one Lonely little Changeling: Convention Love
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On one most fateful day, a changeling is infiltrating Twilight’s Castle, on strict order of her Queen. A Spirit Isekais her to her new home. Fate had chosen her for a life under a new Queen.
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><span style="color:#FF3015"> --- --- --- </span> </p></div><p>The Changeling soon to be named Anna had stumbled into the Throne Room in Twilight Sparkle’s Castle of Friendship; only to be Isekaied, finding herself in an unknown location.</p><p>Zhiizoo had found a full-body Latex Suit on her bed, a short while back; instantly falling for the generous gift, proffered by her Anna.</p><p>In a sense, Anna’s life fate had been rewritten in an instant; to become the Suit of Zhiizoo and her subject. What her life will be, is still in the balance, uncertain.</p><p>What is not uncertain, by any stretch; is her place and her feeding position. Love aplenty, binding Anna to her new Queen: Zhiizoo. Who her Sister: Saqura is, is a mystery for later</p><p>What is in the forefront of Anna’s mind, is the love exuded by her new Queen; and her Loyalty to a Queen, preparing for her new life as a Changeling Queen, she could never have predicted.</p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><span style="color:#FF3015"> --- --- --- </span> </p></div><p><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Illustrated by:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> N/A</p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Written by:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <a href="/user/220563/Kentavritsa" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#BB95DD"> </span><span style="font-style:italic;color:#BB95DD">Kentavritsa</span><span style="color:#BB95DD"> </span></a></p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Edited by:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <a href="/user/220563/Kentavritsa" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#BB95DD"> </span><span style="font-style:italic;color:#BB95DD">Kentavritsa</span><span style="color:#BB95DD"> </span></a></p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Re-edited by:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <i>N/A</i></p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Aproved:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <i>Automated</i></p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Rating:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <i>Everyone</i></p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Status:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <i>Incomplete</i></p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Puns:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <i>Intended</i></p><p><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#FF2005">Password:</span><span style="color:#FF2005"> </span> <i>Profoundly prophetic purple prose promptly proliferating profusely!</i></p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><span style="color:#FF3015"> --- --- --- </span> </p></div><p><b>PS:</b> If you know of another note-worthy Person or Character named Anna, please let me know, I just may include the details into the story.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-18T19:13:33+00:00
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2024-08-19T11:08:34+00:00
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Summary
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As I gaze into her eyes, the sparse light is reflecting on the surface of her eyes.
The moment only lasts so long.
I feel her warm hands sliding over the smooth surface of the suit she had given me as she is pulling herself up towards me; facing me with a warm smile.
Now she is leaning forwards, pressing her lips onto mine in a gentle and loving kiss.
I feel her warm, wet lips parting; the tip of her tongue playing, caressing my parting lips for a moment of bliss.
I wake up, with a gasp.
The suit had spread further up, now covering my entire face with her light pink complexion. (No sign of the former black surface, hinting towards her nature as a former Changeling)
My lips, tingling with the sensation she had stirred within me; in the dream I had been exposed to, as she is affecting me in our shared sleep and dreams. (An image of possibilities and options presented to me still lingering in my mind)
The dream refuses to leave my mind completely, leaving an impression on my mind; changing my personally, in the process of forming a memory I will be carrying with me for time to come. (Just how long, will I still be able to recall this as an actual event I had experienced?)
I recall polishing her up, even as she was covering my body; coating my skin with the delicious sensation afforded only by the Highest Quality of genuine Latex. No mere Leather, or cheap Rubber could compare; there is no comparing this suit, with what I could have bought in the corner shop in the neighbourhood. (Even if I was living in a city, where such a store could have been found)
She had revealed her past, explaining where she came from; little by little, mostly in these fragmented dreams I had been exposed to, during the dead of night. I do not regret it, I have no regrets; I love her, as the Suit she had presented herself as. The love is by no means diminished, by her revelation; when she explained her situation to me. (She had given herself to me, unconditionally; the promise is still holding and I love her for it, almost in the same manner you may have expected your love to a boy my own age!)
She isn’t a boy, male; she had explained it all to me, in great detail and I had listened to her retelling of the event. Maybe the fact, that she never is hungry is playing into her loyalty; I supply her with all she needs, in the same manner her former Queen had been supposed to do. I am performing my duty, thus I had become the acting Queen in her Hive. (It’s a perfect deal; both going out richer in the process; gaining something very dear and special, only by full-filling the deal.)
What she is offering me, is so much more than a mere Latex Suit in my collection; what I am offering her, is a life to enjoy, a life she could never have had where she came from. She is giving up nothing, as my Latex suit.
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“Good morning!” I hear her intone in my conscious mind.
“Good morning!” I respond, in kind; knowing she is hearing me, appreciating my response.
“Another delightful day, I think!” she proposes.
“Yes..” I respond; “another delightful day!” I confirm; thinking back at my time with the Suit who had presented to me, just a few days back.
Back then, she had been a full-body Latex Cat-Suit all black, just the way her Changeling reflexes had demanded out of her. Black Latex is still a Classic, for a Suit you may wear; she being black, did by no means reveal her nature outright. That had come later; when she had chosen to out herself to me, coming out of the closet as one may say. Emboldened by the steady supply of High Quality Love had tied her to me in a manner of speaking. Though it’s an unknown chemical in the Latex Polish; physically bonding her to me, in undeniably real way as well. (Could I slip out of her, could she slip off of me; I have no idea, but it’s not on the top of my mind)
I am alone with her, at all times; even if none will ever know, unless I let on and tell them. I don’t. Well, I have told my sister and she swore to take my secret to her grave. (A Pinkie Promise, as it were!) I trust her, with this secret; just as she is trusting me, with her secrets. Well, why shouldn’t we?
It isn’t, as if I am regretting to have her as my skin. Why? I enjoy her, as my skin. I can enjoy the smooth sensation of Latex, covering my skin at will; while I can mask the fact, for anyone who is not initiated. Anyone, whom I had not previously told about my love for Latex and wearing a Latex Suit. (You do realize, I have not just told everyone about this.. for most obvious reasons, I am not about to let on: here and now!)
“Anna?” I prompt, after a moment of contemplation.
“Yes, Zhiizoo..” she responds; “Could you try to replicate my ability: to change into a form other than my own, just to see if you can!” she proposes, eager to see if her Queen actually can.
“Sure, why not!” I respond; “What could I possibly turn myself into, on my first attempt?” I ponder, snickering to myself.
I had given her my Human form, as a Girl; she could have given me her ability to Transform, like any Changeling. Couldn’t she? Why not? I have no idea, but as she had suggested it; I just could not get the idea out of my head, I just had to know.
Why had I chosen to call her “Anna”; after the snake “Anna Conda” who hugs her prey in a tight embrace, or after the character “Anna Sheridan” as the Wife of the commander of that Space Station. Both are quite enticing reasons, but is it the full truth? I have no idea. (Well, at least I had not named her Lucifer or Lucia!)
After a moment of consideration, an image comes to mind; Twilight sparkle, a Purple (Lavender) Unicorn turned Alicorn. (The owner of the Castle, from which my Anna had been sent to me with all the Love I could handle)
The next instant, I am momentarily engulfed in the green Changeling Flame; before I once more stand on the floor of my room, only in the form of the Purple Unicorn in the place where I had just stood an instant prior.
“Oh.. Oh.. Ow!” I exclaim; “It worked, didn’t it?” I inquire.
Only; in place of what should have been her fur, I have my glossy latex coating me like a leather hide. (I even have her horn and Cutie Mark)
“Whoa!!” Anna exclaims, “You even speak in her voice!” she confirms.
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A New Day
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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
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563497
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Cutie Mark Crusaders,Diamond Tiara,Original Character,Rainbow Dash (EqG),Silver Spoon,Human,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
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Canterlot Jam
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It's the younger students vs the older students in an intense Basketball game!
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<p>The CMCs, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were practicing basketball when a group of older kids showed up and taunts them.</p><p>Wanting to get even with the older kids, Scootaloo has something that can help them win the game.</p><p>Based on the movie <b>Space Jam</b> and co-written by Tane4041.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-16T13:20:43+00:00
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2024-08-16T21:01:24+00:00
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One Sunday afternoon, Scootaloo went on a hike with Rainbow Dash through Fluttershy's forest. They were really enjoying the sights, flora and fauna when Scootaloo suddenly sees something glowing.
"Whoa, what is that?" Scootaloo asked, looking at the glow.
"Uh, I don't think we should check it out. I don't mess with anything in here. Fluttershy would be disappointed if we messed up her forest." Rainbow replied when Scootaloo ran towards it. "Wait, get back here squirt!" she yelled as she tried to get the girl back. She sighed and decided to just sit down and rest.
"I guess I'll have to wait here until she gets back." Rainbow said to herself.
Scootaloo was exploring the clearing when she sees the source of the glow: a normal-looking basketball.
"What the heck? A basketball." Scootaloo exclaimed when she touches it. When she laid a finger on it, it started pulsating with magical energy that enveloped her. She didn't know what she felt at that moment, but she shakes it off.
"Cool! You're coming home with me!" Scootaloo said as she takes the basketball and puts it in her bag.
A few minutes later, Scootaloo came back, and Rainbow Dash is so happy that her friend is okay.
Oh, thank goodness you're all right." Rainbow cried in relief. "Come on, I think we've done enough hiking for today. Let's go home." she said as she and Scootaloo start following the path that took them out of the forest. What either of them didn't notice is that the basketball in Scootaloo's bag started glowing.
Later that week at Canterlot High, the Cutie Mark Crusaders (Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle) were practicing their basketball skills on the court. Alongside them were Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, both eager to refine their game. The air was filled with the sound of bouncing basketballs and the determined voices of the girls, who were focused on improving their teamwork and coordination.
"Pass it here, Scootaloo!" Sweetie Belle called out, her voice light and full of excitement. Scootaloo dribbled the ball with ease and passed it to Sweetie Belle, who caught it skillfully and aimed for the hoop.
As they played, a group of older students approached the court. The five older girls, known for their superior skills and arrogant attitudes, watched the younger ones with amusement.
"Well, well, look who's trying to play with the big girls," one of them sneered. She was tall and athletic, her eyes full of mischief.
"Yeah, pity you girls can't get any taller," another added with a smirk. The older girls laughed, their voices echoing across the court.
Scootaloo felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She glanced at her friends, who wore similar expressions of frustration. It wasn't the first time they had been ridiculed, but this time, something inside her snapped.
Determined to change the game, Scootaloo reached into her sports bag and pulled out a basketball pulsing with a strange, vibrant energy. The other girls gathered around, curiosity and intrigue flickering in their eyes.
"What is that, Scootaloo?" Apple Bloom asked, her eyebrows raised.
"It's something special," Scootaloo replied, a confident smile spreading across her face. "I think it's time we turn the tables." The others had nodded their heads in agreement, because they like how her plan is going to turn out.
One by one, the five friends placed their hands on the ball. Instantly, a surge of power coursed through their bodies, filling them with newfound strength and abilities.
Apple Bloom was the first to transform. She grew tall, her muscles rippling with newfound power. Her spine straightened and spikes popped out, giving her a fierce and imposing appearance. She let out a roar, her voice echoing with the strength of a lion.
Scootaloo followed, her smile growing as she held up her hand. She, too, grew tall and muscular, her body radiating with athletic prowess and confidence.
Sweetie Belle watched in awe as her feet began to shake. Sneakers magically appeared on her feet and she grew taller, her body adapting to her enhanced abilities. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and determination.
Diamond Tiara transformed next. She developed sharp fangs and an intimidating presence. Her eyes glowed fiercely, reflecting the strength she had always possessed but never fully embraced.
Finally, Silver Spoon underwent her transformation. She became more imposing, her physical features enhanced to reflect her newfound power. An aura of intimidation surrounded her as she stood tall beside Diamond Tiara, her friend and partner.
The five older students watched in disbelief, their smug expressions replaced by shock and awe. The transformed friends took their positions on the court, their eyes focused and determined.
The game began and it was clear from the start that Scootaloo and her friends were now in a league of their own. They moved with speed and agility, their passes precise and their shots accurate. The older students struggled to keep up, their confidence shaken by the unexpected challenge.
Apple Bloom's strength allowed her to dominate the court, her spikes adding an extra layer of defense. Scootaloo's speed and agility made her a formidable opponent, while Sweetie Belle's newfound height and balance gave her an edge in shooting. Diamond Tiara's intimidating presence and sharp fangs added an element of surprise and Silver Spoon's enhanced features made her a powerful force on the court.
As the game progressed, the older students found themselves outmatched and overwhelmed. Scootaloo and her friends played with a newfound confidence, their teamwork and skills shining brighter than ever before.
In the end, the younger girls emerged victorious, their triumph a testament to their hard work and determination. The older students, humbled by the experience, approached the girls with newfound respect.
"That was an incredible game," one of them admitted, her voice tinged with admiration.
"Yeah, you really showed us what you're made of," another added, a genuine smile on her face.
Scootaloo and her friends smiled, their hearts filled with pride and satisfaction. They had not only won the game but also earned the respect of their peers.
Later, as the sun began to set, Scootaloo and her friends gathered around the pulsing basketball once more. They each placed a hand on it, feeling the power they had harnessed during the game. One by one, they returned their abilities to the ball, the energy slowly fading until it was just an ordinary basketball once again. They also turned back to their original forms and ages.
"That was amazing," Sweetie Belle said, her eyes shining with happiness.
"It sure was," Apple Bloom agreed, her voice full of warmth.
Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon nodded, their smiles reflecting their gratitude for the experience and the strength they had discovered within themselves.
As they left the court, the five friends knew that they had not only won a game but also learned a valuable lesson about the power of friendship, determination and the strength that comes from believing in oneself.
The End
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Rise of Equestria: The Ballad of Redrum
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<p>With the confirmed existence of the multiverse, all possibilities exist amidst this infinite potential. But what if all these universes were to collide? That starts to come to pass, when a cosmic storm displaces different races and entire chunks of planets, but whereas in some worlds the caribou rose up and conquered Equestria, here the Amazons and minotaurs alike form an unlikely alliance to repel them!</p><p>And what of the holstaurs, the female counterparts to the minotaur, known for their delicious milk which invigorate whomever drinks it? Will the alliance be able to save the cows that have been captured, and drink deep from their udders to celebrate their victory...?</p><p>Notes: All characters are 18 or older. Zafire Heart is the creation of N1God, Moon Hammer by Arcanum -Phantasy, all other OCs are mine. Due to characters being displaced from different worlds, the cast are a mix of human and anthropomorphic.</p>
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Minotaurs, masters of mazes, and their female counterparts, the cow women halstaurs, were creatures of tradition. While they opened up trade relations with other races, they refused to alter their customs, stubborn and prideful to a fault. However, their metal work was second-to-none, their lands which appeared humble at first filled with advanced machinery, first to till the land and reduce labor time, then into weapons of warfare to protect their resources from invaders.
Unfortunately, more enemies attempted to raid them and stake their claim on the earthly enclosures all the time. Their crops were ruined, some of their women kidnapped and men slain in bloody skirmishes. Yet in these dire times, a few heroes would rise up from the ashes of near defeat.
One of these was a minotaur named Redrum, due to his crimson coloration. Usually a man of few words, some claimed he was stained by the blood of his enemies, as he resembled a scarlet whirlwind when his heavy axe came into play, the heads and limbs of foes separated from their bodies, bones split and viscera scattered across the muddy battlefield wherever he warred.
He'd helped his old war buddies protect the land. Taken in a few war orphans.
Compared to the beefcakes that made up much of the minotaur armies, he wasn't too beefy, a chiseled medium build. Like most of them that didn't load themselves down with armor, he went into battle bare-chested, covered in a number of scars and adorned by pants and boots. One of his horns was chipped, and he snorted nostrils that fumed with steam at the invaders.
“Caribou,” he rumbled in a deep baritone under his breath, his small beard also stained red. Their attacks were relentless, more haulsters stolen by the day as more minotaurs fell, because despite how much they outmatched the caribou in skill and arms, they paled next to their vast numbers.
Where had they come from? No one had heard of them before, them suddenly one day, many months before, they started to make their appearance, demanding the minotaur surrender or die.
“We'd sooner choose death than servitude,” recalled Redrum of their chieftain's words, before he'd been shot down by the cowardly outsiders, and his people scrambled for new leadership.
Redrum had put his own votes in. Despite how scramy he was, Moon Hammer showed potential to be a worthy candidate someday, but until he was older and wiser, most of the tribe wouldn't take him seriously. And so, Redrum had befriended the boy, helped the bull bulk up and train.
The skirmishes continued. More would-be leaders were slain, the minotaurs driven back. It appeared more hopeless by the day, no matter how much blood Redrum spilled for their people.
After the latest battle came to its end, he sat on a stump and reflected. His mind wandered back to the first caribou camp he stumbled upon, where he'd liberated a pair of youthful haulstaur orphans before they could be put to use. Creamy Canyon and Milky Mountains, who like most haulstars developed into beautiful, voluptuous women, with naturally milk-filled udders, the average breast size of their women past a double D cup, with many that blossomed far beyond that. Their people's lactation was also a known delicacy, which filled the drinker with a temporary boost in vigor.
Unfortunately, that made their women a perfect target for the caribou, especially since their fairer sex were known to be more docile, despite their Amazonian physiques and a strength that could crush most other creatures with ease. They tended to abhor violence, but some were known for tempers that absolutely blinded them, were they pushed too far, usually when their calves were threatened. Otherwise, most of them stayed behind, to take care of home and hearth.
When he and a few men managed to infiltrate the enemy camp, he'd witnessed the poor treatment of their women firsthand. Collared and branded, raped and knocked up, their bellies oversized with more unborn caribou which squirmed in their wombs. Some caribou fucked their captives out in the open, others paraded them around, their women outlawed from a mere scrap of clothes.
Milky and Creamy had barely reached adulthood when he first encountered them. They were prostrated over stock, where a caribou railed them from behind and milked their pendulous udders, kneaded titflesh and squeezed a steady steam of sweetness that splattered from their wide nipples into a spacious pail below. Their spotted cheeks clapped as they were impaled by fat cocks.
“Ready to bear our children sluts,” taunted a caribou that fucked Creamy. He slapped his firm palm down on her asscheek, made her moo as the struck, supple skin reddened and rippled.
“Sure feels like it,” added the other caribou, who also spanked Milky's ass, as she too mooed and clamped down around his dick. The horned brutes played with their milked udders, thumbed their warm, taut assholes, pull on their manes and drove forced, squirty climaxes from their sows.
The pair of caribou exchanged a high-five while they ravaged their conquered cunts, each of the denuded males chiseled to perfection to serve in their army, both adorned by wide antlers. They were one of the few known races that walked on two feet and almost matched the minotaurs in size. Milky and Creamy were adorned by voluminous manes, and cowbells around their necks.
Nipple rings also adorned areola that threatened to swallow up parts of their udders, which were tugged and twisted to make them shoot out more jets of sweet milkiness, and made the sows moo from forced arousal. They had lost track of how many times they'd been taken, all their holes stretched and well-used, often slathered in whatever fertile cum didn't find its way into fertile uteri.
The sleepy-eyed Milky continued to moo her brains out. She murmured, “I...I'm so tired...”
“Hold on honey,” snapped back Creamy between her own moos and moans, while the pair of them were pounded absolutely senseless, treated like succulent slabs of sweet meat by the rapists.
None of them heard the small party of minotaurs sneak into the encampment, Redum at the lead. With his crimson hue he stood out like a sore thumb, so they kept to the deepest shadows.
Grass rustled in the breeze, the series of tents that made up the tent out in the open. The sun beat down on them, Redrum forced to move in the daytime, as the minotaurs knew the enemy was close and couldn't bear to have their captured women suffer another needless hour. Thus, the warrior with the chipped horn took risks he normally would've considered unthinkable.
Elsewhere, they could make out the faint silhouettes of halstaurs that were taken beneath the cover of tents, some with all of their orifices filled all at once, drilled deep in a variety of positions. Unfortunately, Redrum knew they couldn't save them all. They could only afford to slip away with a few halstaurs, or else the entire camp could come down hard on the infiltrators.
By the time they made their way towards where Creamy and Milky were, Redrum solemnly nodded at his companions, his battle axe in hand. The minotaurs moved as one. Rush in amidst a stampede of hooves, lobbed the heads off of the caribou on watch in sprays of blood that showered the earth.
Another caribou reached for a horn, a battle axe embedded in his skull before it reached his snout. Luckily for the doomed caribou, while they yelled out in triumph at their climaxes, cumshots fired into the wombs of Creamy and Milky, they barely felt the axes sink into them, muscled bodies shaken before they crumpled and their still erect cocks flopped free of well-worn, wet pussies.
Milky squeaked in shock as hot blood splashed over her face and mane. Her mouth covered momentarily by Creamy, the halstaur whimpered, “S-sorry. You all scared me!”
Creamy added, “Hurry up and free us, will you? We can thank you later.” She winked.
“You're a tough one,” noted Redrum, who freed the cow women from the stocks, but noted they were both a tad shook. At least they hadn't been permanently broken by the experience, like he dreaded some of their captured women were. “Stay quiet and follow. I know a way out.”
Both women nodded and stepped into line behind the minotaur party. With the area scouted out, he hoped they could return soon, stage a well-executed assault with their own camp nearby, and drive out the caribou from this section of the forest. But first, they needed to slip away.
Creamy and Milky clutched their cowbells so they wouldn't make any noise, unable to easily remove the collars that were practically fused to their throats. Unfortunately, the minotaurs didn't even have so much as a cloak to shroud them, so they were forced to awkwardly lurch about naked, with a shake of wide buttocks, hips, and pendulous udders with thick nipples dotted in milk drops.
Almost there, Redrum realized. Past the rows of tents and under the watchtowers.
They were almost out of the camp when a crow spotted them and shrieked. “Damn, cursed Redrum under his breath, spotted by one of the enemy's trained birds. Horns sounded, the entire encampment on sudden alert, while he and his companions made a mad rush for the escape route.
Unfortunately, he could already hear the stampede of their Warbeasts in the distance, which loomed ever closer by the second. Their heavy hooves beat across the dirt as they ferried the caribou raiders, many of them heavily armed and armored to run down their prey. Every part of him screamed to stand and meet the bastards head on, but he knew it would be suicide!
They hurried into the cover of the forest. Heard the thunder of hooves close in.
Bones crunched under a Warbeast, which slammed onto a minotaur, smashed him into a bloodied pulp in an instant, his shrill bellow cut off. “Behind us,” yelled Redrum, who swung at the beast's rider, and his men launched their own counterattack at the war-crazed raiders. Spears skewered another minotaur from all sides, who choked up blood, quivered, and collapsed dead.
Redum saw red. He struck with such force his muscles rattled, shaken by the impact when his axe split helmet and skull alike of a caribou, showered in blood and brain matter by the death blow. But this allowed more of the raiders to close in, a fatal blow of their own aimed at Redrum.
“No,”cried Milky, who threw her naked body in his path with arms spread wide. She winced when the spear tip poked into her arm, the rider unable to fully twist away in time, Milky and Creamy aware of how valued women were to the raiders...and that they wouldn't fatally harm them unless absolutely necessary. Which offered Redrum another chance to sink his axe into caribou stomach.
Guts spilled out from the withdrawn blade, the raider slumped and fallen from the Warbeast. But while he was busy, another of his men had been trampled, most of his party obliterated.
“You filthy scum,” shouted Creamy, who took up a dropped spear with a sway of her bare udders and stabbed back at the riders that circled them. “I'd sooner die than let you take us back!”
“No Creamy,” cried Milky with flattened ears by her short horns, afraid that the caribou would treat them more harshly, or worse, decided to cull her friend once she took up arms.
The caribou chuckled. “Dibs on the feisty cow,” one of them called. “Kill the men, and their women are ours!” His Warbeast reared up, ready to run down Redrum and his last couple of minotaurs.
Before he could fulfill his promise, an arrow embedded itself in his throat. He clutched the wound, as scarlet dripped down his armor, while another hail of arrows skewered more of the raiders and their Warbeasts. Redrum and the rest of his companions ducked down to avoid the missiles.
“Good marksmanship,” whispered Milky, who hit the dirt on her belly, hands clutched on her head.
“That's no accident,” added Creamy. “They deliberately avoided us, whoever they are!”
Milky asked, “But why would they attack their own kind? Is it reinforcements from our people?”
Redrum doubted it. Their archers tended to use crossbows, and from the way these arrows were fired, he believed they were drawn and then let loose. Then, he spotted who their unlikely rescuers were. The Amazon Tribe, who usually stayed out of mankind's affairs since they distrusted them. Their numbers were clad in animal pelts or armor, as they descended on the caribou camp.
One of the raiders, who'd been turned into a pincushion, tears in his eyes while he stumbled about on his knees, reached a bloodied, shaky hand at Milky for help. She almost reached back, then withdrew her touch before they made contact, when a knife twirled across the air and sank into the caribou's skull, finishing off as he fell flat on his face amidst a pool of his own blood that spread.
A pair of knives twirled in the slender hands of a fawn that approached, with her sharp black hair cut above her shoulders, her forehead adorned by a small, sharp horn. Deer fur that started a bit above the knee and were covered in spots ended in hooves. She wore a scant top over her lithe form and a short fur cloak. I'm not your enemy,” she informed them. “My name's Panna Fauna.”
Milky murmured with wonder, “An Amazon...? Wow~!”
“No time for that honey,” said Creamy, as she rose to her feet. “You don't kill all men, do you?”
“That's merely a rumor,” reassured Panna with a thin smile. “The only men we've ever killed threatened the Amazon Tribe. But we'll talk later. We have a raid to deal with!” War horns echoed in the distance, while more Amazons descended in droves from the maze of tree tops.
With the Amazon Tribe on the move, from the other direction, miles in the distance, the minotaur encampment spotted the upheaval and rushed to pin the caribou forces from the other side. Trapped between the forces that collided into them, many of the raiders were cut down.
The sound of hooves approached them. A female centaur, with a wild, white hair in a thick ponytail, tribal marks across her flesh, and armor across her torso that also covered her white horse portion approached, a quiver on her back and a bow and nocked arrow in hand. “Chezka Windhooves,” she announced herself. “Panna and I will escort you back home.”
Redrum shook his head. “I can handle myself.”
Chezka asked sternly, “But can your women? All Amazons are trained for battle, but these two appear to be noncombatants. And they're hardly dressed for the occasion,” she noted.
“She has a point,” confessed Creamy, who'd lowered the spear she still held.
Milky asked in her slow voice, I hope this doesn't sound rude, but can we ride you? My feet are sore! Not to mention my unmentionables!” She shifted awkwardly on her toes.
“Normally a centaur's pride wouldn't allow it,” admitted Chezka. “That honor is reserved for her closest companions. But in this case...” She lowered herself to let them mount her. Creamy straddled her, followed by Milky, before she rose. “Panna, watch our backs.”
“Got it,” replied the fawn to her Amazon sister. She kept twin throwing knives at the ready, more of them and a machete on her belt, while they started to move into the battlefield. Redrum and his couple of minotaurs remained also kept an eye out, with weapons clutched close to their chests.
Whatever scattered resistance they encountered, the group were quick to put it down. Axes crashed down, arrows were fired, knives thrown, the corpses of caribou left in their wake. Redrum's muscles and fur shrone even more crimson, soaked in the thick splashes of their felled foes. Whenever an enemy closed in, Chezka would kick out with her hooves, a spine shattered under the blow, or Panna's machete would chop off a limb, as the fawn shut herself down to focus on their survival.
Dozens of carcasses littered their path, made up from a blood trail left behind them.
“I...I feel sick,” admitted Milky.
“Not much further honey,” reminded Creamy. “A couple more miles, I think.”
Chezka shook a hoof in disdain, drenched crimson from a defeated enemy. “I'm almost out of arrows,” she warned, and collected the ones she shot whenever possible, her aim true but some of them broke when they skewered the armored caribou through the slits where the pieces connected. “Fortunately, I have trained myself in a variety of weapons, the spear included.”
The female centaur collected one of the caribou weapons with a curl of her lips. Pennants whirled from its staff, emblazoned by the symbols that denoted the tribe's most hated adversary.
On the rest of the trek home, they cut a swath, surrounded by the clash of caribou, minotaur, and Amazons that warred further in. The raider encampment was torn down, its slaves freed and the slavers culled. Not one caribou they encountered were taken prisoner, driven by hatred to wipe the horde out. The crash of metal, crunch of bones, and screams filled the air on all sides.
Then, from the conquered outpost, Redum saw her for the first time. The reclusive Amazon Queen, who few men had laid eyes on. A crystal mare alicorn, who stood tall as any minotaur, with a mixture of muscles and curves, adorned by a top and loin cloth but barefoot. Her fists shimmered with her potent mystics arts when she released devastation upon the beaten down caribou.
“Queen Zafire,” murmured Panna in awe.
Zafire was flanked by a number of her elite Amazons, which included Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, both painted in camouflage across the bare portions of their skin beneath their tops and loin cloths. War cries escaped their lips when they dived in and hunted down caribou and Warbeasts.
Antlers were carved from their heads, hefted as trophies. Vermillion drenched their bodies.
“Provide us with a steady stream of cover fire,” commanded Zafire, her eyes narrowed when she sailed down on the full span of her plume, a massive sword that stood taller than her in both hands when her muscles carved down with the blade and split a caribou down the middle in a red spray.
“As our queen commands,” answered Fluttershy, she and Tree's war paint lined faces maked in fury when they and the other Amazons released aa new flurry of arrows that thudded into the raiders, barely able to mount a defense while minotaurs helped the tribe batter them from all sides.
Whenever their arrows finally started to run low, the Amazons charged into battle, Fluttershy mounted atop her berserker bear, whose claws tore chunks from her enemies, her power channeled to turn every animal in the forest on the caribou. Tree Hugger did much the same, nature itself made a weapon, as earth collapsed into pits that crushed caribou to pulp, and wines whipped up, caribou drawn-and-quartered, bodies of water turned to whirlpools and quicksand to suck them down and drown them. Chezka and Panna helped clean up any raiders that tried to escape.
It was a massacre. Redum almost felt sorry for the bastards. Almost.
By the hour's end, the sounds of battle died down. The minotaurs and Amazons had suffered minimal losses, another horn sounded by Queen Zafire to announce a truce. “Sisters,” she told her followers. “Help the minotaurs liberate the holstaurs, make certain they're well.”
The cow women were freed and treated. Then, after a short discussion with representatives of the minotaur clan, Zafire decided to follow them back to their settlement. The queen would usually be more cautious and choose a neutral territory, but she knew they were an honorable people, and besides, there wasn't time to waste. Not after what she'd seen, and what would likely come.
An informal council was called in the minotaur territory, surrounded by thick walls, watchtowers, and ballistas. Gears turned to open the gates with a rattle, the interior filled with a few minotaur-shaped automatons, metallic sentries which served as protectors to their people.
“Wonderful craftsmanship,” noted Zafire, her features reflected off a bull's metallic sheen.
“An invention of a tinker here. A close friend of mine,” said Redrum. “Moon Hammer, come here.” A minotaur comparatively skinny by the standards of his race made his presence known.
“Hello and welcome,” said the blacksmith, who carried a massive hammer, muscles sheened by sweat. “Amazons? I never expected to see them in person. Are you their queen?”
She nodded. “Zafire Heart. Or you can call me Zafira, if you prefer.”
Moon Hammer smiled. “Zafira it is, then! Should I show you around?”
“That will have to wait,” said Zafire. “Not to be rude, but time is of the essence, so I'd like to request an informal council with all the representatives you can gather up.” She followed Redrum and Moon Hammer, while Creamy and Milky left to bathe, dress, and take potions to make certain they wouldn't be heavy with caribou spawn. Minutes later, Zafire sat at a spacious table.
Leaders, which included a mayor, heads of the army factions, and elders collected in the dim chamber, while flames flickered in a hearth. Redrum planted a hand on Moon Hammer's shoulder when he started to leave. “Stay and listen. You're not a boy anymore. You may lead us one day.”
“I...I'm not worthy,” confessed Moon Hammer, who kept his voice low.
“But the potential's there,” reminded Redrum with a small smile. “Those machines you've made are unparalleled. We'll need visionaries like you to survive and flourish, son.” They took their own seats, with Zafire's closest lieutenants allowed to sit in on the meet at her request.
Unspoken tensions filled the thick atmosphere, with it clear some of the minotaurs didn't trust the Amazons, due to their reputation. “I assure you we don't harm any men that haven't done the same to us first,” explained Zafire patiently. “Like you, we simply want to preserve our culture.”
Redrum listened and nodded on occasion. “I trust them. We owe our lives to the Amazons.”
Moon Hammer found his voice and spoke for the first time. “Zafira, you said there was something vital to import? About the possible end of our world? Please, tell it to us straight. If there's some way to prevent disaster, I'd like to make whatever plans I can now, before it's far too late!”
“Let's hear it,” added Redrum, his chin resting atop steepled fingers.
Zafire looked between all the skeptical minotaurs. “...very well. But it may sound preposterous. I wouldn't have believed it myself, had I not experienced it firsthand. There's this...cosmic storm, that travels across the universe, descends on planets, sucks up parts of them. I'm not a native of this world, and neither are many of my Amazons. I suspect the same is true of the caribou.”
“Preposterous indeed,” said a minotaur commander. Grumbles rose around the table.
“It's true,” cried Panna, her eyes moist. “I was torn away from my homeland!”
“As was I,”added Chezka curtly, the centaur forced to stand since no seat could house her pale horse portion. “In a world filled with the supernatural, is that so hard to believe?”
“Of course you'd back the word of your queen,” said one of the elders.
“Order!” The mayor slammed down a meaty fist that rattled the table, the voices that filled the chambers temporarily silenced. “It's true your story sounds implausible.”
“But not impossible,” cut in Moon Hammer, bolder than before. “I've...studied the stars, and I think the speculations about the multiverse theories are mostly true! It would explain a lot. All these recent discoveries, how the caribou suddenly popped up out of nowhere...”
Redrum asked, “So what does that mean for us?”
“I'm not entirely sure myself,” noted Zafire. “The worst part is, once the cosmic storm hits, reality is altered, like you've suddenly been cast into a parallel world and sometimes a different version of yourself, similar but not quite the same. I've seen some of mt Amazons lose their memories entirely. I fear you may not recall this discussion, or that we've even met should another storm strike.”
With a furrowed brow Redrum asked, “And how is it you remember?”
“I believe it's because I'm over a millennium old.” More murmurs rose at Zafire's claim. “Forgive me if this sounds arrogant, but once, I was worshiped like a Goddess, descended from a line of crystal alicorns. I believe a combination of wisdom and power has allowed me to hold onto my identity, no matter how the cosmic storm attempts to alter it. I've yet to discover what's behind this phenomenon. Is it a natural occurrence? A mutation in nature. Or, I dread, is someone behind it?”
“A terrible idea,” admitted Redrum. “Whoever wields such power could be unstoppable.”
“So this conversation could almost be pointless,” mused Moon Hammer darkly. “Well, I refuse to accept that! Thanks for the info, Zafira. I'll try and look into it, once I figure out where to start. Maybe my telescope can see where the cosmic storm starts, and I can warn us before it hits!”
“I...sometimes can't recall my brother's face,” murmured Panna, who clutched her shoulders.
“Always keep his name in mind,” reminded Chezka. “Remember Cornelius, and we'll find him.”
Soon, the meeting adjourned, and Redrum followed Moon Hammer back to the blacksmith's shack. Immediately, the more youthful minotaur set the hammer to anvil in a shower of sparks, molten metal hardened and cooled in steam waters with a hiss. He worked obsessively, to prove his worth and craft his inventions, which included a more advanced arsenal to arm his peers. Already, Redrum noted he'd started to bulk up a bit more with the caribou invasion, which drew the eyes of many holstaurs. Moon Hammer dreamed of the day when he'd make a beautiful cow his wife.
Redrum admired his handiwork, both of them unaware that they'd already lived a similar life. That a cosmic storm once rewrote their world before, and he'd seen the boy become a man under his stewardship, that Redrum had in that life raised Creamy and Milky like his own nieces, the crimson warrior then turned bartender, after the tears had started to wear him down and tire him out.
Until the unstable universe settled, they were doomed to repeat alterations of this cycle.
“Hey there,” came the slow voice of Tree Hugger, her eyes half-lidded when she wandered in dressed in a scat top and loin cloth, a hand on her hip. “Hope you don't mind if we butt in?”
“You're welcome here,” said Moon Hammer with a smile. “Miss...?”
“Tree Hugger,” came another voice, as a pink-maned amazon strolled in. “And I'm Fluttershy. You handled yourself well back there, Mr. Redrum.” The voluptuous woman crossed closer to the pair of minotaurs. “Truth is, since we were welcomed into the Amazon Tribe, we haven't seen many men!”
“They're banned from our sacred lands,” further explained Tree. “But the queen says this is a special occasion. So like, we're allowed a rare chance to have some fun, if you catch my drift...” She traced her nail across the chiseled, perspiration-coated lines that made up Moon Hammer's chest.
Moon Hammer chewed on his lower lip. “Um...”
“Go for it,” said Redrum with a chuckle. “It'll make you a man. I'd had a few experiences myself before I even left boyhood. Never took the chance to settle down, unfortunately.” As Fluttershy mashed her breasts into his crimson torso, he slid a hand experimentally down the slope of her back, and when she didn't resist tenderly cupped a wide buttock, which he sank into with a firm squeeze.
“Let's take care of you,” added Tree, who knelt and started to undo Moon Hammer's belt. Her crooked smile widened when his half-erect cock flopped out and struck her between the eyes, where it rested on her face and throbbed. “Mmm~. I can hear your heartbeat from your cock!”
With her powers, she mentally commanded the weeds around the earthy settlement to squirm up, encircled her skimpy clothes, and removed them from her frame, her breasts and butt released with a heavy bounce. Her wide nipples were already stiff, her pink pussy puffy and moist.
Fluttershy, too, stripped her scant costume, her supple body even more voluptuous. Her udders swayed with her playful movements, her lips pressed to Redrum's snout. While the pair of Amazons were tall, they were dwarfed by the minotaurs, who firmly kneaded their pliable flesh.
To warm them up, the Amazons knelt and started to service their bull cocks, virile minotaurs blessed with massive cocks and balls, to match their voluptuous holstaur counterparts. They nuzzled their vein-lined dicks, kissed, suckled, and nursed on them, slurped up emissions of hot precum, some of it smeared across their lips and dripped onto titties that heaved in rhythm below.
They took the bull dicks into their warm, wet mouths, slathered their shafts in saliva when they started to bob their heads. Tits were also lifted, to encircle the titanic cocks while they continued to suck on their tips and rubbed their precum-slathered cushions around their meaty members.
“This is nice,” breathed out Redrum, who threaded a hand into Shy's hair.
“Sure is,” admitted Moon Hammer, who'd never so much as kissed a woman before, let-alone had one on her knees with her hot lips and tits wrapped around his cock. He wheezed, felt himself pulse, but strained all his will to hold back, unless he embarrassed himself and unload far too early. He, too, stroked his lover's frazzled dreadlocks, as he and Redrum helped direct them to suck them off.
Their heads bobbed faster, throats spread wide, filled with bull meat, as the Amazons took them deep as they were able but still inches from their hilt. Unfortunately, their deepthroat skills had hit their limit, both women not built to take a minotaur. “Careful,” reminded Redrum. “We don't want you to choke on those, so don't force it. Besides, I-I'm pretty close already,” he exhaled.
“Me too,” admitted Moon Hammer, unable to hold back anymore. “I'm about to-!”
Lucky for the Amazons, they withdrew their mouths in time, before the bull cocks swelled with cum and threatened to end up trapped in their throats and choked on. Instead, they continuously rubbed their slick titties over their shafts, stuck out their tongues in anticipation of their reward. Which they soon received, forced to close their eyes by the absolute waterfalls of bloated spunk.
Cumshots rained like hail over them, thick and viscous, with far more volume than a human male's. They were absolutely drenched within the first couple of shots, cum-soaked from head-to-toe, but a dozen more continued to impact their faces and tits, soaked down their supple skin.
“D-damn,” cursed Moon Hammer, as he emptied his last few weak spurts all over Tree.
She licked her chops, as she and Shy slowly swished and chewed on virile minotaur spunk that stuck to the roof of their mouth, felt its warmth burn into their bellies as they finally swallowed the loads down, still drenched all over in plenty more. “Hope you boys have another round in you.”
“Yes,” said Shy. “We haven't been properly laid yet! Um, if you don't mind...?”
The boys shared a look, a wide smile, and a nod, determined to make the most of the opportunity. After all, what better way to deepen the relations between their tribes...
*****
Far from the only Amazons that sought a quick and easy hook up, since men were banned from their territory. Panna and Chezka chatted with a few minotaurs, before they selected one each and took them elsewhere in the compound for some private time. Within moments, both women were naked, and taken for a ride, the minotaurs careful not to harm them with their titanic size. However, the centaur would find she was pretty compatible with her mate, easily able to handle him when he started to clap her shapely, pale white horsecheeks with thrusts of his hips.
Despite her human face, Chezka couldn't help but whinny and nicker when bull cock impaled her to the core, her bared, heavy breasts bounced with each slam, her white ponytail and horse tail pulled by the minotaur that snorted and flared his nostrils when he pounded her senseless.
Panna, too, mewled, because although her partner had to be more careful due to the size difference, he could see the outline of his bull cock distend the flesh on her belly a little with each measured thrust, his hands on her hips and her medium-sized breasts flopped about. They were face-to-face while they fucked, lifted up and skewered on him, his snout pressed to her lips.
“It...it could split me in half,” she murmured with a blush, and dripped down the crack of her ass with a masochistic thrill at the risk as even his slow, shallow strokes set to ruin her poor pussy. The eyes of the minotaurs turned white when they bred them, consumed by instincts to breed their fertile mates raw, but with the awareness not to harm their comparatively softer, fairer lovers.
“I-I can take it,” boasted Chezka with clenched teeth, as she slammed her horse ass back onto the brute, and received a sharp, possessive spank across an asscheek that rippled in return. She hissed between clenched teeth, clamped up her holes and milked his cock with needy wet winks.
By the time the minotaurs pumped their first load into the pair of Amazons, who drenched them with their own squirty climaxes, their wombs and bellies expanded with excessive volumes of cum. Their sweaty breasts heaved, as the bulls traded women and took them in new positions.
Similar treatment played out across the compound, most Amazons desperate to have a taste of cock since it would be denied them after they returned home. There were even some that wanted to stay behind and continue relations with the minotaurs, were it not for the grumblings of many in authority here that feared what would happen once their factions racially mixed.
Queen Zafire looked on with unspoken disapproval, toned arms folded under her heavy breasts. Like some of the minotaurs, she too worried about what would happen were the Amazon lands ever opened up to men. Many men in the past had tried to invade and conquer her territories.
Gradually, she'd started to lessen restrictions on her tribal sisters. Would the minotaurs demand back any calves the Amazons bore, were they to prove compatible? Could it lead them to war? Worse still, would it even matter, were another cosmic storm to hit and erase part of history...?
In the meantime, she wanted to get laid, too! But she doubted most bulls would still be interested once they discovered a...certain part of her anatomy. An adventurous holstaur, however...
Her eyes scanned the settlement. The couples weren't so brazen as to fuck in the open, some of the Amazons on a date with the minotaurs before they sought somewhere more private for fun, but she did note nudity didn't seem particularly taboo here, as some minotaurs and holstaurs bathed out in the open, and often both sexes mixed in a communal bath in the town center.
She settled on the pair of holsaurs she'd seen before in the pitched battle with the caribou, Creamy Canyons and Milky Mountains, who made her eyes water with their voluptuous, supple flesh. Tall and spotted, with pendulous udders and hips made to bear calves, they were prime specimens of feminine fertility. They were stark naked, and bathed in a small river that cut into the compound, because like the Amazons, the minotaurs often built around and in harmony with nature.
“Hello there,” she said on her approach. “I'm known as Zafire Heart, or Zafira to friends.”
Creamy paused with a small smile while she rubbed water and soap subs into a heavy tit. “Well then, honey, why not come on in? The water's warm.” She tilted her head at the clear river.
“Don't be shy,” said Milky in her slow voice, and lazed on her shapely ass in the shallows, also wet all over and shiny under the tender kiss of the sun's rays that further emphasized her curvaceousness.
“Okay. But maybe I should warn you,” said Zafira, who first undid her top, and bared her own sizable breasts that were almost a match for their milky udders. Gasps rose from the holstaurs once she did the same with her tossed aside loincloth, and a half-erect stallion cock flopped out.
Creamy sputtered and dropped her soap bar, “Is that a-”
“-a weewee? But you're a mare! Aren't you?” Milky's eyes and mouth were wide open.
Zafira stepped into the waters and replied, “I consider myself a mare. Just with a little extra. Or a lot of extra. All the female alicorns in my family line are born like this, perhaps so we can mate with each other? Because I have the equipment of a mare, too, which includes a vulva hidden beneath my testicles and a fertile uterus.” She slowly rubbed her stomach. “I'm not sure whether its magic or a simple mutation, but my semen is quite fertile, too. I've fathered children for many Amazons.”
“Well,” decided Creamy, who bent to recover the soap bar. “Doesn't bother me none, honey.”
“Me either,” decided Mily with a warm blush. “You surprised me, that's all!”
“I often have that effect on people,” said Zafira with a deep chuckle. Her half-lidded eyes drank the pair of them in, and noticed they couldn't help but sneak glances at her half-erect stallionhood too, which throbbed when she started to lather up and wash her own muscled curves.
More than that, she emitted a musk of feminine and masculine traits that most women inhaled like the sweetest ambrosia, Milky and Creamy included, their wide nipples stiff on their udders, and their empty holes openly clenched as they breathed her in, moist and desperate to be filled deep.
She saw Milky's hand tremble and said, “You can touch it, if you like.” With a hard swallow, Milky experimentally touched the warm, thick shaft, traced a nail down one of its veins.
Gradually, Milky wrapped her fingers around the tool, felt it start to swell beneath her palm when she stroked it up-and-down, her hand drenched in precum that spat from the tip when it pulsed and oozed down the now fully erect cock. “It-it's massive! Even minotaurs aren't that size...!”
“But also more pliable than a bull's penis,” boasted Zafire. “So you can take it safely and more easily than a minotaur's, without use as a potion. Of course, I wouldn't try to take it all in at once too fast. Mmm, that feels nice. I wouldn't mind your pretty lips wrapped around me.”
Milky tittered and her blush deepened. “I don't mind~.” She bent forward, her heart-shaped ass thrust up behind her, and started to lap at her shaft to drink up her warm precum. Zafire shuddered in pleasure, a palm closed around one of the holstaur's tiny, cute cow horns.
Creamy turned her head to one side when the bent over Milky's wide, bare asscheeks mushed into her face. Gently, she placed a palm on Milky's plush buttcheek and pushed it aside. “Damn it, now you two have me worked up. Screw it, you don't mind, do you Milky? No? Good.” They'd done this a number of times before, and Creamy spread Milky's spotted buns open, her lewd orifices on full display, a delicate pink and hot. Immediately, she set to make a feast of her sultry fuckholes.
“Get in there,” playfully teased Zafire, as she started to hump into Milky's face after she'd swallowed her cock and started to throat it. “Eat her slutty ass. Clean her beautiful cunt.” The holstaurs moaned when they snapped to obey, driven by Zafire's passionate, dominant tone.
She easily wrapped many Amazons around her hand. Made them happy to submit for pleasure. Whenever it became known to the Amazon tribe that she housed a workable penis and testicles, a number of women wanted her to knock them up, honored to bear her powerful children.
But Zafire didn't try to father kids anymore. Not after the last cosmic storm cruelly erased them.
Yet instinct still made her want to sexually dominate them. To possess and claim their fertile bodies for her own use. She waved Creamy over, seized their small horns, and directed them to suck her off, Creamy's and Milky's tongues danced in a messy kiss when they wrapped around her precum slathered cock, which finished for the first time today all over their slutty faces and titties.
Then, she pinned both of them down and fucked them. Made them scream her name, squirm and squirt, sway their udders and clapped their asscheeks as she molested them all over.
“You'd make wonderful Amazons,” she teased as she pounded a bent over Milky's pussy raw.
“Hell yeah we would,” said Creamy, whose breasts rose-and-fell as she draped on her back beside the pair that loudly coupled, she and Milky's faces still glazed in thick dollops of mare spunk.
Milky squealed out as she was railed like a cheap sex toy, “C-can we, Queen Zafira...? Ooh~!”
Hmmm,” she teased, one of Milky's buttocks kneaded in a palm, while the other played with Creamy's nearest udder and squeezed spurts of honey sweet milk from her fat nipple. “We accept tribe members from any race. But would the minotaurs accept that I've scalped two of their breeders?” She sank into their supple flesh, made them moan and twist under her firm touch.
A similar dilemma befell Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, now fucked by Redrum and Moon Hammer respectively. The Amazons reveled in the moment, aware that after they left, Shy's bear Mister Harry would have to serve as a substitute as usual, should they want another taste of cock. The furry berserker bear, tamed by Shy's mysterious 'Stare', often pounded all their fuckholes silly.
The memories made Fluttershy wetter, clench even harder around Redrum, who wrapped her limbs around him and moan louder while he suckled on both of her nipples, which he'd taken into his snout. His palms squished into her voluminous ass while he railed her pretty pink pussy.
“Ah...yes...!” Shy shrieked out her joy, rocked back-and-forth on the bullcock that impaled her, her arms wrapped around Redum's crimson back made up from a knot of muscles.
“Give it to her,” cried Tree Hugger, as she was fucked sideways by Moon Hammer with swings of her own heavy tits. “You too, blacksmith! Hammer my womb like it's an anvil, stud!”
“Don't tempt me,” replied the more youthful minotaur, whose eyes like Redrum's would turn white whenever he lost himself to his breeding instincts, tempted to let loose and wreck all her holes. To knock her up with his calves and take the beautiful Amazon as his bride.
After they came into their wombs the first time, made their stomachs bloated with fertile seed, the minotaurs switched partners. “We're total buttsluts, you know,” said Tree, as she and side bent over, waved their heart-shaped asses back and forth, and spread their partner's Amazons buns open to expose their creampied pussies and puckered pink assholes, ready to be taken in an unused hole.
“We shouldn't,” said Moon Hammer with a shallow swallow. “It's risky-”
“They can handle it,” assured Redrum confidently with a playful pat on both their pert, plush asses. “Just take it slow at first, son, We can work up to the rougher stuff later.” He positioned himself behind Tree, and after a moment Moon Hammer did the same with Shy, their still wet dick tips pressed upon the women's rectums, warm, pliable, and audibly squishy when they started to push.
“Push it in,” pleaded Shy with a flushed face. “Fill us up! Oh, they're so massive!”
The two minotaurs soon sheathed themselves completely in their assholes. Gradually, after they were assured the women had adjusted to their size, the bulls started to rock their hips, their firm hands around the buttcheeks of their mates for support. Wet squelches and claps filled the room, while the Amazons shamelessly vocalized their pleasure, and the minotaurs flared their nostrils.
“Pull our hair,” yelled Shy. “Spank us! Destroy all our holes~!”
“Don't hold back,” added Tree. “Tear our asses up!” They yelped when more harsh spanks left furious red hand prints on buttcheeks that rippled under the harsh impacts. Breasts bounced and swayed below them, able to handle their sizes thanks to practice with Fluttershy's bear.
Faster and harder they fucked the bent over bitches, brutally as they dared, lost and blinded by a primal, masculine urge to dominate and conquer. To make their prowess known, Redrum and Moon Hammer almost in a friendly competition, Redrum proud he'd helped make him a man.
They continued to share the Amazons, one of Redrum's palms squeezed around Tree's bouncy buttcheek, while his free hand reached over and did the same to Shy's. Moon Hammer followed his lead, as he too manhandled both their delicious asses at once, pinched and kneaded tender flesh, slapped rolled, and pulled on their reddened buns, which clapped under the force of their humps.
Finally, with another balls deep skewer, the bulls pumped into their bowels. Made them scream and soak their crotches. Gaped holes sluiced with their seed by the time they finished. Gushes of female lubrication were mixed with cum that slopped from their still spread open, wrecked pink funholes.
The Amazons panted, knees wobbly, still bent over and forced to lean on whatever they could find around the chamber to stand. Overwhelmed by a sense of satisfaction, the four of them hated that this would soon have to end. That tensions kept their tribes fractured, and potential enemies.
Would the removal of the last caribou army mean the abrupt end of a potential alliance? Until that time came, those from both sides that could put aside differences reveled in the moment.
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All things considered, Rarity should have just gone into the Fall Formal season one display model short.
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<p>The presentation of a creation can be just as important as the creation itself. It's not enough for Rarity to just make dresses: the lighting in the Boutique has to be suitable for display, nothing can clash, and the fabric drape across the wooden 'ponikin' dressmaker forms must be <i>perfect</i>. But sales equipment does wear out and with the secondary school's Fall Formal coming up, ordering a new set of that last item seemed to be appropriate. Except that one of the new ponikins is very much unlike the others. </p><p>Well... she might as well put it to use until the exchange piece comes in. It doesn't work well with the rest of -- everything -- but it's all she has. And really, how much harm could it do?</p><p>Rarity was born and raised in Ponyville. You'd think that at some point, she'd remember she lives there.</p><br/><p>Now with <a href="https://www.patreon.com/estee?ty=h&alert=1" rel="nofollow">author Patreon</a>, <a href="https://subscribestar.adult/estee" rel="nofollow">SubscribeStar</a>, and <a href="https://ko-fi.com/H2H46PPO" rel="nofollow">Ko-Fi</a> pages.</p><p>Base story concept from <a href="/user/13175/Brumby_Run" rel="nofollow">BrumbyRun</a>, used with permission. Cover art by <a href="/user/181845/Vinylshadow" rel="nofollow">Vinylshadow</a>.</p>
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It was a harsh thing to even think about, and Rarity did her best to never say the words in public because somepony surely would have told her to seek counseling. But there were times when the talent suite granted by her mark felt -- incomplete.
She was a marked dressmaker and when it came to the associated gifts and skills, that meant more than most ponies suspected. Her eyes could distinguish between colors of the finest shades, and she always knew when a hue had been inappropriately shifted. The sense of touch had been heightened: how else was one supposed to recognize thread count on contact? Designing was the core of the set, of course: creativity, the ability to dream in light, gem, and fabric. But what just about nopony recognized was that she was capable of creating the fabric itself. Rarity lacked the earth pony magic which would have allowed her to prime and guide the developing seeds -- but give her a cotton plant to work with, and she would almost immediately comprehend every step required to bring it through the harvest, get past the combing, and ultimately wind up with something suitable for wrapping into a full bolt.
Her talent allowed her to understand the full process of dress creation. What it hadn't done was give her the slightest bit of information on how to run the actual dress shop.
(It hadn't done anything about teaching her how to be a Bearer either, but she did feel it was unreasonable to believe that her talent could have ever seen that coming.)
She'd had to teach herself accounting from scratch, and still found her head swimming as numbers failed to dance between columns. (Double-entry bookkeeping mostly seemed to mean increasing her chance for errors to roughly 200%.) Advertising, marketing... absolutely nothing associated with her icon had given her the faintest clue for how those were supposed to operate, and her success rate suggested that the education was still a work in progress.
Skills in arranging light and shade, moved slightly sideways, allowed her to put together what she felt were rather artistic displays of her work within the Boutique, because she understood that the presentation could be just as important as the product. And of course she'd wanted to have her very best creations to be visible through the windows. Illuminated, rather charmingly, by Sun's light. That radiance did a lot for the sparkle of gems and the white of cotton.
Rarity had thought she'd understood the fiber. And yet her mark had never bothered to inform her that when you left unwashed white cotton fabric under sunlight for too long, it would gradually turn yellow.
Absolutely nothing about her talent suite had taught her how to deal with customers. Those who only pretended to the title were worse.
And really, how was she supposed to know that wooden dressmaker display forms would eventually wear out?
...very well: so perhaps 'wear out' was the wrong term. A long day of dealing with customers (and non) could elevate her frustrations to the point where the false eyelash binding glue wasn't the only thing on the verge of snapping and... she had to take it out on something. Her options seemed to be 'kick the actual ponies, thus placing myself in court, eventually prison, and finally getting a chance to revise those hideous uniforms' -- or land a few solid hoof impacts on the wood models known as ponikins. Admittedly, the latter was slightly more intelligent than the average Boutique non-buyer, but also happened to be rather less likely to press charges.
Fall Formal season was hours away from being upon her: Ponyville's secondary schools would soon be hosting their annual student dances, and Rarity offered dress rentals in adolescent sizes for the occasion -- marking one of the very few times when she was in active competition with some of the town's other shops. This year had even seen her put together a new line exclusively for the first-time lovelorn, and she was especially proud of having rigged each dress to leave the wearer no way of subtly smuggling in age-inappropriate drinks. But it hadn't been an easy process, her stress had been elevated to the point where a private session with the ponikins seemed best, and...
As it turned out, even those who lacked earth pony strength would have been advised to limit their total number of kicks on any one ponikin. And perhaps should have spread out the impacts a little more. Along with inspecting the most frequent stress relief site until they spotted the slowly-spreading network of fine cracks.
Rarity knew a wood sculpture spell: something which had kept her roughly entertained at boarding school until she'd had the chance to make her escape. But it wasn't good for sculpting fragments back together. There was a mass limit for the final result, and that prevented her from just looking at a thick tree branch and conjuring up fresh pieces. And the Formal rentals were only days away. She didn't like the looks of the other frequent targets, had kicked them out before anything else could go wrong -- and that meant she needed a full set of display models.
So she'd placed an emergency order...
In soon-to-arrive retrospect, the deliverypony had been utterly nice about the whole thing and viewed from the same red-blurred temporal perspective, it didn't help.
On the day when it all started, Rarity was outside the Boutique, cleaning the windows with a corona-held damp cloth while awaiting her delivery and squeezing out the results into a bucket. The building required a certain amount of maintenance, and her mark hadn't bothered to tell her that either. And if left to her own devices, she could only really clean the lower levels. She could certainly project her corona to the upper without having it lose cohesion, but she couldn't see the finest bits of dirt while standing on the ground. Eventually, a pegasus was going to fly by, notice, and comment. If it was Rainbow, the comments would keep coming for a while, largely in the hopes of triggering Rarity's rupophobia and getting a laughworthy sort of freakout. The wooden ponikins spaced around the perimeter of the upper level didn't exactly help. Spring always came, and Fluttershy couldn't talk the entire avian world into not building nests between the ears.
The cleaning didn't really bother Rarity. It was something to do while she waited, and the scheduled early morning weather was pleasant enough, especially for the first week after Nightmare Night. Warm breezes arrived with a regularity which suggested Rainbow had allowed another member of the weather team to manage the Boutique's area for once.
She wiped, hummed to herself, watched light glint off clean glass, smiled at Opal as the cat watched from an upper window, wondered whether she needed to adjust her rates -- it was understood that students weren't going to have very much money, but these were merely rentals and she still had to cover her costs -- and waited.
It wasn't a long wait.
She heard the squeak of cart wheels first. Approaching hooves came after that: fairly heavy impacts which suggested the touch of extra body density found in an earth pony...
"Miss?" a rather polite stallion voice asked. "Are you the proprietor?"
She turned, looked into open, almost charming red features and favored the deliverypony with a smile. "I am! And if that tarpaulin-covered cart you're hauling along --" using very strong legs and shoulders: she was almost tempted to ask for the stallion's measurements "-- is carrying what I believe it is? Then you, good sir, are ahead of schedule." The smile brightened, increased the radiance of sincerity. "I wasn't expecting you for at least another hour!"
"I got an early start," the stallion admitted. "But, just to check -- seven new ponikin models, right?"
"Yes," Rarity assured him. "Just unload them here. I can save you a little time and carry them inside myself." When it came to levitation, her strength was strictly average -- but a single ponikin would need to be made of black ironwood in order to bring its mass over her limit. "In fact, if I may assist you in the unpacking?"
He smiled back, nodded. The cleaning cloth was placed on the bucket's edge, and careful application of soft blue energy helped to get the tarp off.
Rarity looked at the contents, then nodded her approval. The heads and bodies of each ponikin had been wrapped in canvas strips to give them some protection during the journey, but anything from the pasterns on down was exposed. It let her see the utterly inoffensive light beige which served as a neutral serving platter for the offering up of fabric-incarnated dreams.
"Four," she counted to herself. "Five, the sixth seems fine, and the last --"
She stopped. Eyes which registered colors perfectly decided to squint a little, just in case that somehow improved matters. It did not.
The seventh ponikin was the same size as the others. The overall rigging was proper: it could be placed independently on the sales floor, or carefully secured into a pole mount. But the oddly-distorted shape of the wrapped head didn't match any of the others, and the hue of the false limbs was -- yellow.
A now-churning stomach dearly wanted to define the exact color as 'yellow'. Her talent, which was rather more exacting about such matters, gave it a little more consideration and invoked a toilet trench. One where the continual flow of water had been blocked, allowing any additional -- liquids -- placed into the mix to... combine. Add all of those little shades together, distorted by whatever the contributors had been consuming on that day, then stir well and apply as a stain. From a great distance.
That seemed to account for the color. Any degree of residual phantom stench was purely the product of her imagination.
Rarity had a very good imagination.
She swallowed. Then she swallowed back.
"I... don't believe that one is mine," she carefully told the deliverypony. "I ordered a matched set."
He looked. Winced.
"I'm sorry," he immediately said. "I didn't load this. I took custody after the cart was already packed. And there were a lot of customized orders going out today. There must have been a mixup somewhere." Which was followed by an utterly sincere, "Miss, I'll do whatever I can to fix this. I promise."
To know Applejack was to learn what true honesty sounded like, and so she forgave him immediately.
"It's quite all right," she made herself say. (It wasn't, and it would only get worse.) "I understand that it wasn't your fault, and I'm not going to blame you for an error you had no part in." With a little sigh, "But I did need a full set. With the Fall Formal coming -- oh, you wouldn't be interested. I suppose you'll have to take them all back in order to sort this out --"
Rather quickly, "-- no." And he managed a smile of his own. "Let's make this easy. You need ponikins. Just take custody of this group for now. We'll fill out the receipt form together: I know how to write it in a way which means you're temporarily accepting the shipment. And then I'll go back to the factory, find out where your real seventh went, and somepony will come by with it to make the exchange." Apologetically, "It may take a few days to track it down..."
Such a gentlepony. Rarity wondered if he would accept some fresh juice before departing.
She looked at the -- yellow... again. It would be hard to work with that, and 'hard' seemed to be setting the hurdle bar too low. But it wasn't his fault, and he was trying to make things right.
"That," she warmly told him, "is more than acceptable. Are you thirsty?"
She carried the seventh ponikin in, and did so while subconsciously trying to create some extra distance between her corona's borders and the contents of the bubble. The results tended to rattle.
Carefully, she allowed her energies to unwrap the six standard models, and did so while chiding herself for not having done it outside. Ideally, before they'd mutually finished the modified receipt form. Deliveries had to be inspected prior to being signed for, but -- she trusted the stallion. In the worst case, she'd be sending back more than one piece.
But the six from her purchased set were perfectly fine. Motionless, featureless, and possessing a color which could only offend if you were desperate to see anything else.
The seventh...
She unwrapped the body first. The 'yellow' sadly held its hue throughout, but -- at least the proportions were right.
Then she reached the head.
Soft blue carefully gripped the trailing end for the wrap of protective cloth. Unwound --
-- the trouble, Rarity reflected as she carefully picked her recoiled body off the Boutique's sales floor, wasn't in describing the ponikin's head.
Imagine a spell which can hear and remember words -- but can't think about anything it's taking in. It records without comprehension, no more understanding what it's being told than an accounting ledger is capable of recognizing a number upon its pages. And make the spell blind. Words, yes: images, never. It can't see who's speaking to it, or even recognize the base concept of 'speaker'. All it does for now is absorb vocabulary and wait.
Now: tell that spell what a pony's head should look like. Use general terms. Leave everything approaching specific proportions and ratios out. Pretend that the casting has the intelligence of a pony and can figure out where you're going with this, because the truth is that it can't match the mental capacity of a fly. A fly, upon seeing certain reactions of movement from a pony, can at least recognize that it's a really good time to get out of the way.
Give the spell a block of wood. Tell it to render the material into the shape of a pony's head.
Examine the results.
Then scream.
The false ears didn't seem to emerge from the top of the skull so much as they served as a direct extension of the neck. They were permanently cupped forward, as if trying to pick up on audience reactions. Criticism. The wooden hollows looked as if they could bounce around the echoes of retching for at least an hour.
Nothing was right about the snout. The overall length suggested that at some point, the pony who'd tried to teach the spell had accidentally switched into describing Saddle Arabians, and even that had gone wrong. It was stretched too far forward. There was an odd narrowing just past the cheekbones, leading into the kind of dark hollows you got when you either lost too much weight in a hurry or had recently had somepony trying to ram two poles together. Through your face.
In one of the surest signs of pony aggression, the wooden lips were pulled back from the teeth. The teeth themselves had been rendered with something close to loving detail. You could teach a class of dental students with those teeth, as long as the subject was extraction. Of the student, from the school, because nopony exposed to the head for multiple classroom hours would ever want to deal with teeth again.
The upper lip mostly served as extra support for the deep hollows of the nostrils. You could store things in those nostrils. Rarity was presuming that a lot of hopes and dreams would fit within the space, especially after they'd been crushed.
And then you had the eyes. They were perhaps a sixth the size they should have been: twin flat, circular disks of highly-polished madness. The yellow was just a little brighter there, and remained so right up until you reached the black voids of the pupils. Those were where the actual crushing took place. To listen closely while regarding the false eyes was to hear light being crumpled.
It was very easy to describe the ponikin's head. The hard part was in making herself stop.
Slowly, she straightened up, then turned and trotted away from the thing. It only took three glances back before she began to believe it wasn't following her.
Rarity fetched the Fall Formal display sample dresses. The seven new ponikins were carefully arranged in the designated order and placement, and then her corona began to dress them. She'd made the samples in proportions designed for the wooden models and for that, there were no issues. The... unexpected addition was at least the same size as the others.
After a while, she shuffled the dresses. The base beige models worked with anything she put on them. The 'yellow' -- well, having that with the blue gown found the migraine beginning to fade after a mere ten minutes, so it was technically the best.
She stood back and surveyed the results. Then she stepped further back, just in case she wound up needing some space. It could take a few seconds for a fleeing pony to reach full gallop --
-- I'm being ridiculous.
They've all told me to try and be more aware of when my standards are... not quite meshing with the local reality. This is very likely one of those times. Other ponies won't react in the same way.
This can be managed.
She looked again. Left to right, from red to violet. She had to wrench her gaze off the fifth position.
Maybe if I just -- take that one out...
This was tried. The other six were placed somewhat closer together.
...no. The mind instinctively recognizes the gap. Perhaps not on the conscious level for all observers, but -- something within would know there was supposed to be blue there. And I intended to debut them as a group of seven. A full prismatic collection. Without that... the original intent...
Along with the original idea -- although she wasn't about to admit that in public. One did not tell Rainbow that the pegasus had been an inspiration if one wished to ever stop hearing about it. Or, just about as likely, to be told that Rarity had done it wrong: the resulting number of murder fantasies would then increase the unicorn's personal total by roughly twenty percent.
But even if the reaction to the yellow and the -- head -- was solely her own... there was a reason ponikins were designed to be featureless: that made it all the easier for a customer to picture themselves in the display model's place. The missent piece had nothing but features --
-- wait...!
She laughed. An open, dancing bell of a laugh. How could she have forgotten? The solution was right there! She was the solution, her very own self...
"I know the wood sculpture spell!" Rarity giggled. "This is going to be simple!"
The first step, of course, was to get her camera. This was going to be a temporary sculpt: one which would need to be reverted when the model was returned to its true owner. (She had questions for that pony, and the first was going to be 'Why?') And while she was certain that the head had burned its distinctiveness into her memory -- one quick nap would probably find her verifying every horrid detail in her dreams -- it would help to have a photo guide for reference during restoration. Spike, as the amateur photographer in their group, would be happy to develop the picture for her, and she would of course pay for the chemicals.
Rarity went up to the residence level. Opal spotted her while she was hunting for the camera, followed Rarity down the ramp, took one look at the yellow ponikin, and hurtled back up the ramp again. Rarity considered that to be a sign of how well she'd trained her cat, and was sincerely impressed. She didn't even know she'd been teaching Opal how to have taste.
She took the picture. (The film didn't emit any smoke, but the lens kept trying to unfocus itself.) The camera was placed on her desk, and then soft blue was projected forward. Surrounded the wooden form, collapsed inwards --
-- her corona shattered.
It wasn't painful: simply disorienting. There was a sudden surge of dizziness, all four knees bent, and then shards of light and sparkles were dissipating on her sales floor.
Rarity forced herself fully upright again.
It's already been sculpted.
And somepony put a lot of effort into making sure it would hold the current form.
Twilight would likely be able to overwhelm such defenses, but -- the new casting would need to be applied as the old one was breaking, and the librarian didn't know the wood sculpture spell. Some castings were tied to temperament, and those who lacked the proper perspective could find them extremely difficult to learn. In her own way, Twilight was an artist -- but she sculpted with magic itself. Shapings, sound reproduction, illusions -- not strictly outside of her range, but she wasn't good with any of it. And when it came to reworking wood, Rarity suspected Twilight didn't want to learn the casting. Leaving Rarity with a piece of magic she could truly claim as her own.
Several dyes were tested on small sections of the model's hooves. The defenses also held up nicely against all attempts to change the yellow.
Rarity went into her workshop. Sewing devices briefly buzzed, and then she returned with a rather crude sort of hat. Milliner work had never been her strength -- but in this case, the hat was mostly there to test the effectiveness of the brim-mounted dark veil.
She placed it upon The Head. Part of her mind noted the recent acquisition of capitals.
...no. The yellow is too bright. A proper veil must have something of gauze about it, or the pony wearing it can't see out. Anypony trotting by can spot that something is wrong. Thicker fabric simply invites the question of what I'm trying to conceal.
Additionally, the ears are starting to come through the crown.
She'd ordered adolescent-sized ponikins. She had plenty in the standard adult proportions. So perhaps if she used the wood sculpture spell on one of those and just tried to -- sculpt it into taking up less space...
Eventually, she decided to be grateful that when the entire piece had finally fragmented, all of the splinters wound up collapsing inward. Then she finished cleaning up, looked at the clock, judged how much time she had before the Boutique needed to open, sighed to herself, and gathered the camera before heading for the front door.
Generosity needed to ask the local merchants for a favor.
It was twenty minutes past the time when the secondary schools closed, and that meant it was also the hour when Spike had custody of the library.
"And none of them would lend you a ponikin?" Twilight's open disbelief inquired. "You usually get along so well with everypony in the tradesponies group!"
Rarity sighed, adjusted her position behind the sales desk, and dearly wished Twilight was taller. The little mare's height was fully insufficient for blocking the majority of views, and The Head...
"Twilight?"
A little awkwardly, "...yes?"
"You keep glancing backwards. Trying to peer over your own tail."
"...I keep thinking it's coming up behind me," the librarian confessed. "Seriously, Rarity. No help from anypony?"
"One of the reasons we all get along so well," Rarity reluctantly admitted, "is because I'm usually not competition for anypony else. But I'm hardly the only mare renting out Fall Formal dresses, Twilight. So I was told, over and over, that all of their properly-sized models were already in use. And would remain so for the whole of the rental season. And because it's the rental season, I can't take a day and go into Canterlot to find another." With a sigh, "I'm currently stuck waiting on that kind stallion to conclude his investigations."
"Is it kicking your sales?" Twilight quickly asked. "You're the one who's always telling me how fickle customers can be, Rarity. And --" The narrow rib cage shifted across the length of a slow, uncertain breath. "-- I don't know how long I'd want to be in a room with that... Head."
"The feeling is mutual," said the unicorn who'd already risked a few recovery sessions in the bathroom. "But thus far, it's been a rather slow sales day. There were two pickups of previous orders, one of which was for a regular, and -- I spotted both mares approaching through the windows, then brought their dresses outside. I can't tell you how any customers have reacted to The Head because I haven't had anypony reach the Boutique's interior." Thoughtfully, "Of course, there is that one window angle which allows it to be seen. But a pony has to be moving around the Boutique in order to catch a glimpse." It was the first time she'd ever been grateful that the building's structure made extra display zones almost impossible to add.
"I'm sorry," the little mare sighed. "I wish it was better for you. I know how hard slow days can be."
And I know how far you had to come in order to say that. "Don't worry too much, Twilight," she reassured her friend -- then added a smile. "In fact, given the hour, you may be just in time to witness the beginning of the surge."
"A surge?" With open confusion, "Why would there be a --"
Best to assume that the Gifted School didn't have dances. And if they did, then... Which was when Rarity put the thought away, because there was too much misery dripping from the ellipsis. "Schools have let out for the day," she simply explained. "And this is the launch for Fall Formal season: that's why I was so hoping to have everything ready this afternoon. I may not earn anywhere near as much income on rentals as purchases, Twilight -- but it all helps. Given travel time between the nearest secondary school and the Boutique, I would reasonably be expecting my first young clients in a few minutes."
Perhaps the strength of youth provided extra resistance to The Head. And they probably wouldn't have to worry about the side effect of being in its presence.
Rarity had spent much of the day on the sales floor. Where she could see it, and the tiny flat eyes could absolutely not see her. Because they weren't alive. And therefore could not perceive the shop, the owner, or anything else. There certainly wasn't any brain in the wooden skull, which clearly meant having it plotting against her was right out.
It couldn't sense anything, much less think. But something about being near it for hours made her feel as if The Head was slowing down time.
"I'll just stay a little longer, then," Twilight decided. (This was followed by an involuntary backwards glance. Again.) "Until the first ones come in. To give you company. And then I'll get out of your way. You..." It was a weak smile, but a true one. "...don't want me trying to sell again."
That much was true. The most Rarity could do in asking Twilight to watch over the Boutique while the designer made a gallop for something was exactly that: to watch over the Boutique. Attempts to place customers within what the librarian would somehow decide was a good look quickly turned -- mathematical. Vectors got involved, especially when Twilight decided to see how much strain different kinds of movement would put on the fabric. Ultimately, a pinkish corona would ignite. Matters tended to go downhill from there.
One of Rarity's minor regrets regarding her circle of friends was that none of them were suitable substitutes. She couldn't ask a single one of them to try selling -- with the exception of Fluttershy. Only Rarity would have to ask her up to four times. Which would be followed by exactly that many firings, and that ultimately led to the unicorn awake in her bed at all hours under Moon, trying to figure out how the pegasus had swapped clothing and manestyles at that level of speed. Especially given the sheer amount of mane.
They waited. They talked. Twilight occasionally twitched in the general direction of the exit, and generally managed to stop herself before she vibrated more than two hoofwidths towards escape. But after a slowed-down time, the door opened, and two adolescent mares merrily trotted in.
Both ignored the adults, because they were at the age where they knew everything and anypony older was just going to try and correct a few 'facts', purely from jealousy. Instead, they began to browse the interior, laughingly sniffing their way past anything which was clearly designated for slow-decaying virtual fossils and as that category included Rarity's own age, she chose to give them some space until they reached the rental section.
Let them breathe. They'll see the new line soon enough. That earth pony looks like she would benefit most from the verdant assembly. Of course, it then becomes a matter of convincing her that I would actually know best. Patience...
The adolescents reached the new display. They began to browse. The body language of dismissal slowly began to fade. Slow nods of consideration began to make themselves visible, and the pair moved along the color curve --
-- both students froze.
Something had just caught their attention. And it wasn't the dress.
They stared at The Head and it, being incapable of blinking, silently announced its intention to stare right back until the Boutique aged into dust. Something which, given the virtual slowing of time in The Head's vicinity, was going to take about twenty thousand years or until Rainbow's ego was fully under control: whichever came first. Rarity's mind silently opened the intangible wager books, then crossed out all potential wagers on Rainbow.
The fillies kept looking at The Head. Rarity, who'd never checked it for additional magic, was starting to wonder if there was any visible difference between being enscorcelled and simply being horrified --
-- their heads turned. They glanced at each other.
And then two young forms were bolting from the shop.
The door swung shut behind the pegasus, and did so with an echo of finality.
Rarity winced. The left upper tier of false eyelashes tried to slip.
"Oh, dear," she sighed. "Oh, dear me..."
Twilight's emotional development was currently being demonstrated in an expression replete with echoed pain. "Oh, no..." the librarian groaned. "There's -- no way that's a good thing, is there?"
"Rather not," Rarity reluctantly said as she forced herself to come out from behind the desk. "I truly wanted to keep the full set together, Twilight. Taking any single piece out of the display would hurt sales. But it would seem The Head is creating a similar effect." Was she actually having to force herself into approaching it? "I suppose I can simply place it in the basement and leave a note in its place. Saying that the blue is available, and to please inquire for further details." Thoughtfully, "Actually... I could simply take a picture of the dress and place that in view, could I not? I may need to ask Spike for some help after all --"
-- the Boutique's front door opened.
Two adolescent mares just about galloped in. The same two who had just galloped out.
They were followed by two more.
The quartet knew exactly where they were going. Four youths went directly towards the blue dress, with the unicorn's awkwardly-loaded saddlebags jostling unevenly against her sides.
I could have that rebalanced for her in about four minutes, Rarity dazedly considered. Account for the growth spurt. Oh dear me, did the first two actually fetch their friends? More ponies to appreciate the design? Is this going to be more than one rental --
Twilight, who wasn't sure what she could do without breaking the moment, was just about frozen in place. Rarity's normal desire to let new customers browse at their own pace (and she'd had to learn about that too) found itself at war with her need to officially get the rental season under way via the first booking, and the conflict pushed her legs into motion. Carefully, almost casually closing in.
This can be salvaged.
No. Better.
This can be normal --
-- four youths stopped in front of the blue dress. Directly within the sightless view of The Head.
Two of the young mares giggled. The unicorn student's horn instantly ignited, and a zaffre corona went directly for the right saddlebag lid. It was a sight which left Rarity momentarily paralyzed because as colors went, you just didn't see zaffre in the wild. She wanted to make a design which would coordinate with it. The opportunity to work with one of the rarest shades of blue...
...the saddlebag opened.
A camera came out.
The young unicorn got it into position. Aimed the lens directly at the head, fiddled with the zoom a few times until it stopped trying to retreat, and took three shots.
The girls looked at each other. At The Head. Went back to mutual regard, laughed as one, and then sixteen hooves galloped their way out of the Boutique. Leaving Rarity and Twilight staring after them, as the door swung shut again with a sound very much like doom.
It bounced around the sales floor for a while. Several dreams were knocked into The Head's unseeing eyes and instantly died.
"...Rarity?" Twilight finally risked. "I -- only really deal with ponies as customers when the library has remaindered sales, and I know those are different. So I don't understand how a lot of this works. I know I don't. So I try to stay out of the way when you're selling, because I know I'm not good at it. And I don't want to make things worse for you." With a fast-rising blush beginning to underlight the fur, "Not after the whole vector fiasco."
The designer found the strength for a small nod.
"But..." the little mare reluctantly pushed on, "...that -- wasn't normal, was it?"
"No," Rarity said, and wondered why her voice felt so hollow. "It was not."
The friends simply looked at each other for a minute, or an hour: being near The Head made the exact quantity hard to determine.
The Boutique's front door opened.
Six secondary school students came in.
The four just-barely-still-colts were being led by the original two fillies.
Rarity didn't generally get males in the shop: especially young ones, who tended to feel that simply being in the place somehow diminished them. But she supposed the priority had been to find anypony else who had a camera.
Flashbulbs went off.
The Head drank in the light, possibly as the first stage towards destroying most of it. Reflected back highlights of improperly-cleaned restrooms. And when the next group of students happily trotted in to get their own look, Rarity began waiting for the thing to strike a pose.
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<p>The presentation of a creation can be just as important as the creation itself. It's not enough for Rarity to just make dresses: the lighting in the Boutique has to be suitable for display, nothing can clash, and the fabric drape across the wooden 'ponikin' dressmaker forms must be <i>perfect</i>. But sales equipment does wear out and with the secondary school's Fall Formal coming up, ordering a new set of that last item seemed to be appropriate. Except that one of the new ponikins is very much unlike the others. </p><p>Well... she might as well put it to use until the exchange piece comes in. It doesn't work well with the rest of -- everything -- but it's all she has. And really, how much harm could it do?</p><p>Rarity was born and raised in Ponyville. You'd think that at some point, she'd remember she lives there.</p><br/><p>Now with <a href="https://www.patreon.com/estee?ty=h&alert=1" rel="nofollow">author Patreon</a>, <a href="https://subscribestar.adult/estee" rel="nofollow">SubscribeStar</a>, and <a href="https://ko-fi.com/H2H46PPO" rel="nofollow">Ko-Fi</a> pages.</p><p>Base story concept from <a href="/user/13175/Brumby_Run" rel="nofollow">BrumbyRun</a>, used with permission. Cover art by <a href="/user/181845/Vinylshadow" rel="nofollow">Vinylshadow</a>.</p>
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She dearly wanted to sleep, needed the rest in order to gain some small degree of recovery -- and yet she couldn't seem to manage the feat.
The autumn chill of the evening schedule should have helped her cause. She'd even opened a window to let somewhat more of it in. Invite just a touch of cold, then place herself beneath layers of blankets. Thermal armor, offering both protection and comfort. And thus, doubly insulated from the world, she should have been able to drift into dream. Venturing into her nightscape, because whatever awaited in the realm of the unreal had to be better than what was currently lurking on the Boutique's sales floor.
But she couldn't sleep.
Opal had joined her on the bed, and Rarity usually didn't mind that: her cat was often a source of comfort, and the gentle vibrations produced by purring warmth could help to relieve stress at the end of a long day. But Opal wasn't purring. Most of the current vibrations were being produced by a semi-intermittent series of twitches. And to make matters worse, the feline had decided to curl up on one of the pillows. Placing herself in direct proximity to Rarity's head.
The unicorn tried to discourage that. She was almost never fully motionless in sleep, didn't always check the area before starting to move upon waking, and she hated the prospect of giving Opal an accidental horn poke. But the cat didn't want to leave. Any attempt to lower her onto the floor, or using soft blue to place her upon any other portion of the bed, simply found Opal coming back to the pillow. Doing so at the exact moment when the cat decided that Rarity was no longer paying attention. Over and over.
In a way, it was understandable. The Head was still in the shop, and claws really didn't do much against wood. Opal might have simply felt slightly more comfortable in direct proximity to an extra weapon.
It had been a rather strange day.
Rarity was an artist: one who could dream in light, cloth, and gem. But on a slightly-removed level, she was also a small business owner and she supposed that some of those dreams significantly overlapped those experienced by other tradesponies. For example, there was the one which had her shop crowded with so many customers that she couldn't possibly work out whom she was supposed to assist first. Not that it really mattered, because they were all shoving bits towards her with hooves and snouts and coronas which had precise aim on the overflowing portions of her till. And that fantasy had a rather natural followup: the one where she staggered towards the bank while flanked closely on left and right by two magnificently powerful earth pony stallions, both of whom made sure to maintain close -- almost intimate -- contact at all times. It was the only way of keeping her upright against the weight of money-laden saddlebags.
It was an old dream, perhaps a nearly universal one. And the recently-concluded day had seen a portion of it come true --
-- technically.
The shop had been crowded. She'd had about three hours of steadily-increasing pony presence, to the point where she could barely see across her own sales floor -- and yet somehow, she'd always retained a perfectly-clear view of what everypony had come to see.
Three hours. That had been the reasonable maximum. Those who'd been pushing their way through the heavy hoof-and-wing presence in the Boutique were expected to turn up for dinner on time, and Rarity wasn't sure their parents would understand the proffered excuse.
Three hours of constant traffic flow, and all of it had come to see The Head.
Just about every last pony had been an adolescent. A few adults had come in to see what the fuss was about, and two mares had each hauled older siblings across the line -- but to have reached the age of full voting rights seemed to disable whatever protections youths possessed against The Head, and anypony older who got close to it immediately cast their ballot for I Am Leaving Now, then declared a 1-0 victory and refused all recounts.
But with the students...
They got as close to it as they dared. They whispered to each other. Some of them laughed. Pictures had been taken, to the point where Rarity eventually swore that every last camera in Ponyville had passed through her shop -- and that very much included the possibility that The Head was giving Barnyard Bargains' photography department a rather strong sales day.
And then they left.
Because even with dozens of ponies passing through the Boutique, the vast majority had come to see The Head.
Nothing else.
It had infuriated Rarity, and she'd done her best to try and conceal that state. Hiding the anger had taken a little more effort. She'd never had a dress catch on like that, or seen so many citizens just about lining up to get a look at one of her creations. Why couldn't the surge of interest be attached to something she'd made?
...not that she wanted anypony to believe she'd created The Head.
They had all come in to see that -- thing...
I am not jealous.
(She also wasn't Honesty, but Rarity typically didn't see that as a problem. Besides, a lie told to oneself was clearly meant for calming and the protection of the artist's fragile ego. Falsehoods could be carefully woven in a noble cause, and on the day Applejack finally understood that...)
She'd thought about sticking The Head in the basement, putting out a picture of the absent dress, and then installing a few more locks on the basement door. (No more than a dozen, as anything over that number might have appeared unreasonable.) Force the focus back onto her -- the Boutique. Force the youths to once again regard the full contents of the shop.
But the thing was... when you had that many ponies coming in, then subtracting out a vast majority could still leave a pretty significant remainder.
The students had come, in pairs on up: Rarity presumed this was for mutual reinforcement. Giggling had resounded, over and over. Pictures had been taken. Repeatedly.
Why do they need so many pictures...?
But once that was done... some of the fillies had remembered that there was a Fall Formal approaching. And they were going to need a dress.
She hadn't collected anywhere near enough rental fees to require external support during the deposit trip. But she'd taken in more than she'd initially projected.
She'd also tried to talk a few fillies out of choosing the blue model. The colors had been all wrong for them.
...and are they picking that one because it's the style being used by the Head?
She didn't want the ponikin in her shop. It clashed. Rarity considered this state to be universal, especially as she was sure it didn't go well with the most local portion of the universe. But if it was actually assisting her rentals...
There is no school tomorrow, or on the day after that. She'd posted an adjustment to her hours accordingly, but didn't expect to see very much early-morning traffic: Head or no Head, most adolescents confronted with a day off would almost always choose to sleep in. But with more time available for the youths to shop...
The unicorn sighed to herself.
It must stay where it is.
Then she very carefully got out of bed. Opal jumped down from the pillow and followed her pony right up until the moment Rarity reached the top of the ramp, whereupon the cat figured out what the destination would be and stopped right there.
It didn't matter. Rarity wasn't going very far. Just down the slope to the point where she could see tiny, sightless, mad yellow eyes technically failing to look back at her -- and doing so from the expected position.
She couldn't sleep. And part of her insisted upon making sure The Head was staying exactly where it was.
The Boutique was open, and so Rarity had to stay on the sales floor. Remaining at the top of the ramp, peeking down from the residence level at all times, didn't quite give her a full view of the Boutique. The shop was decidedly round in structure and yet when it came to the possibility of shoplifters -- including those who just tooth-stripped a few gems off the dresses and then tried to falsely saunter out with their mouths tightly closed -- it still managed to claim a few hidden corners.
(She'd once come close to flavoring the gems, spraying them in the same bitter apple Fluttershy used to keep cottage residents from chewing crucial items. But some failed designs were dismantled for other purposes, and she didn't want to risk making Spike ill.)
She had no choice but to remain on the lower level, even when it kept her in close proximity to The Head and she was waiting on her first potential rental customer of the day. But she supposed it was giving her the chance to become accustomed to the thing's presence.
Surely the spontaneous little twitches would fully go away in another hour.
Perhaps two.
The weekend had to be enough to do it --
-- the Boutique's front door opened.
Most of the Bearers came with their own design challenges. With Fluttershy, Rarity always had to face the sheer scope of the incredible tail -- and the fact that on the rare occasions when the caretaker dressed up, she wanted the entirety of the fall to be fully concealed. Rainbow could mean coordinating with a lot of colors, and Applejack's outfits had to be reinforced against the possibility of the farmer spontaneously turning one into a working dress.
With Twilight, it was size. The librarian was small in stature: quite a few adolescents outmassed her, and that was after factoring the earth ponies out. She also didn't have much in the way of muscle tone. Using Twilight as a living easel for the art of the dress meant dealing with the fact that the available display space had lost a few square hoofwidths.
For Twilight to make a game attempt at frustratedly stomping into the Boutique could be an exercise in comedy, as the little mare barely possessed the mass for an effective stomp in the first place. To see her doing so while wearing saddlebags which were clearly overburdened with books of all sizes, with the fast-accruing weight of paper having its way with her spine and absolutely no earth pony models helping her along...
She was trying to stomp her way in, and adding a few tenth-bales in hardcovers did have a positive effect on the impact. Watching her struggle to get the next leg in line to raise, however, could take a while. And then there was the way her vertebrae were trying to enter a consensual relationship with the abdominal wall.
Rarity almost leapt out from behind her sales desk.
"Let me take some of that!" Her horn ignited, and soft blue projected forward: surrounding the overladen saddlebags, propping up the mass. "For Sun's sake, Twilight: if you're going to carry that much, then place some of it in a corona bubble!" Chiding a little, "It's simply common sense." Which was followed by a rather quick frown. "Actually... as New Release Day for the week was several days ago, why are you coming in with so many fresh recommendations for me right now? Did you happen to find a stable sale which was selling titles from a previously-unseen author?"
The little mare, now capable of moving somewhat faster, narrowed her eyes and continued the approach.
Rarity inspected her friend's expression, then helpfully added, "Recognizing that our tastes in literature are not the same, of course. But regardless. Show me the first covers? I can generally pick out the quality of the production by the number of sails rendered for the cover's mast --"
"-- show you the first covers," Twilight half-spat, and the poorly concealed anger almost made Rarity pull back. "Right. I can do that..."
The librarian came to a stop in front of Rarity, and furious purple eyes glared up at the designer.
"...Twilight?" seemed appropriate, if slightly desperate.
A narrow rib cage expanded from the force of a furious breath.
"The library's been open for a while," Twilight slowly said. "Weekend hours."
Rarity wondered if a nod would help. "Well, yes. Our working times hardly match. You started well before I did. Does Spike have custody right now, or --"
"-- I noticed a lot of secondary school students coming in," Twilight fiercely cut in. "I thought there was homework involved. A big research project where they were allowed to choose their own topic, because they were going everywhere. And none of them wanted help. If I went up to one, they would just tell me they could take care of everything themselves."
"Ponies of that age are often reluctant to accept aid," said the mare who personally felt herself to still be rather close to those years. "As having already decided one knows everything can make it difficult to take in new facts. I had a few issues with some of my rental customers yesterday --"
"-- and then," Twilight said as her tones dropped into the too-soft register of danger, "one of them didn't quite manage to reshelve a book all the way..."
Her horn ignited. Pinkish light poked at a soft blue saddlebag coating, which parted to let it through. The left lid was flipped back, and a tome went past Rarity's eyes before she could get a truly good look at it.
"Er," Rarity carefully tried. "Twilight..."
"Behind you," was nearly a whisper.
The hardcover landed on the desk with a !THUMP! which made the sales ledger jump, and Rarity turned to look at it. The act did her the courtesy of clearing her sight line from The Head --
-- until it did not.
The book's topic appeared to be a fictionalized military history, and Rarity would have normally assumed it was poorly written because the right cover of the cover showed a drove of yaks in full retreat. Yaks generally didn't do that. Any military unit of yaks found moving away from a battlefield could be safely presumed to have found something better to break in the opposite direction.
Except that they might have found something worth running from.
The left side of the cover showed an Equestrian unit on the advance. And the charge was being led by The Head.
The designer -- snickered.
"Rarity!"
It took a second to push most of her reaction down, and little bubbles of mirth kept drifting out of her throat to burst along the borders of words. "Oh, Twilight... can't you see how silly that is? Finally, something which can actually make a yak turn away from the prospect of gleeful destruction! That which anyone of sanity would reasonably fear! Did somepony paste this over the face of the general?" She squinted. "The alignment isn't exactly perfect, and of course they couldn't match the hues for the original neck --"
"-- this is what I've been able to track," Twilight softly said. "I know you had fillies and colts in here yesterday, taking pictures. From all sorts of angles, right? Because it's only got the one expression, but changing the approach can at least give you some different views. Some of those kids had their pictures speed-developed. And then they went to the print shop, and Mrs. Bradel --"
Another book emerged. The Head was at the front of a classroom, preparing to lecture the near-foals of Magic Kindergarten on how a corona worked.
"-- transferred all of it --"
The third showed a maternity ward. A proud new mother was about to be presented with her first foal and since she'd just given birth to The Head, it was safe to guess that she wasn't going to be proud for much longer.
The fourth...
"-- to stickers -- stop laughing!"
It took a special effort to force the current outburst back.
"Twilight," Rarity finally managed, "if you would simply attempt to perceive the humor in having it raise Sun --"
"-- it's defacing books," the librarian fiercely said. "Every book they can get their mouths on! Spike started going through the shelves just before I left, and he found more than two dozen before I cleared the front door! There's probably at least a hundred which were already ruined --"
Rarity was squinting again. "The sticker doesn't appear to be evenly placed," she noted. "The edges are starting to bubble up. A rather weak glue?"
Twilight paused.
"Well, yes," she reluctantly admitted. "Mrs. Bradel doesn't do a lot with stickers, and it all has to come from her central equipment. So it's not a strong binding, because that might gum up the press. It's mostly just a quick peel and wiping down the cover. Carefully."
Do not giggle. "Twilight, they are merely having a little fun," Rarity tried. "I realize some of the results are rather -- incongruous. And they are creating extra work for the library: I acknowledge that. But it's just about completely harmless --"
The fifth book emerged, and pinkish light held it directly in front of Rarity's horrified gaze.
She had her own tastes in literature, even if Twilight sometimes insisted that Rarity's primary interests should never have counted as literature at all. Rarity, if left to her own devices, went for the sort of story where a beautiful, somewhat-naive mare would wind up foalnapped by pirates. The pirates themselves would, for the most part, be utterly uncouth. The captain merely needed the love of a good mare to set him right -- at least, once she'd gotten close enough to see the gentlepony lurking underneath.
One of her regulars had described Rarity's preference as 'bodice-rippers' and the designer, confronted with the term, had naturally needed to ask a few questions. Somepony who didn't have female minotaurs as friends generally wound up requiring some very cautious inquiries before they could learn what a 'bodice' was.
She recognized the cover, because she always took a proper number of sails as a sign of good research and that helped her find favorites. She knew the author, and recognized the Mare In Distress: the sign of that last was having the dress strategically ripped over the mark, and most of the distress went to the fabric. Of course, the mare's portion was strictly temporary, because she was mere chapters away from learning that she was in love.
With The Head.
It almost aligned with the original art. There was a certain clash of hues, and also of reality.
She blinked. A number of personal fantasies flew from her eyelashes and landed in The Head's sightless pupils, where they were instantly crushed beyond all hope of repair.
"...oh," Rarity softly said.
"Do you get it now?" Twilight patiently, evenly demanded. "It's not even the only thing they've been trying! I didn't bring any of the others because -- well, because the books are in my custody and while I could pick up most of the rest, ponies would be asking questions. You haven't seen the rest of it, and I don't even think I found everything! And when I spotted one of the students outside, told her what she'd been doing was wrong -- she said I was too old to understand! I'm only a few years clear of the Gifted School!" And in tones of near-ultimate offense, "And I got through my post-graduate work early!"
Rarity took a breath. Then she internally examined the remnants of her shattered dreams and took two more, because she was clearly facing at least a week in which breathing was the most fun she could reasonably hope to have.
"Twilight?"
"I know this isn't your fault, you didn't ask them to do it and they all just latched onto the same idea, but it has to stop --"
"-- check it for magic."
The librarian's entire body hesitated. Breathing and pulse rate took a three-second timeout, then reluctantly returned and discovered the situation hadn't changed.
The "...I don't want to," emerged with an unintentional imitation rate of 85% Fluttershy.
Another blink. An entire fleet of nightscape sailing ships instantly sunk, with every impossible romance lost at sea. "You don't what?"
With faint abashment, "I don't want my corona touching it -- Rarity, please don't give me that look. You've got rupophobia. You don't jump into mud unless Sweetie's involved. If anypony should understand..."
That brought out a soft sigh. "I do, Twilight, and -- I apologize." Carefully, as notes of respect wove themselves into full sentences, "But I must repeat the request. As you said, they all latched onto the same idea. And adolescents talk, fads spread -- but there's a chance this is being produced by something else. Through a spell. A casting we haven't encountered before, and that would be a factor for which Ponyville will need you. And if so -- we have to know. Jumping into the mud, to protect them. So -- please?"
Twilight managed a slow inhale, and her bangs shifted across the minimal length of the nod.
"Go into the workroom."
Immediately, "I'm staying right here."
"Rarity," the Element Of Magic lectured Generosity, "some enchanted items have their own defenses. You know that. And a few set those defenses to go off when somepony's trying to analyze the castings, because that's a pretty good way to keep the problem from being solved. If this has workings on it, then I don't know any reaction might do or -- if it could hurt you. I don't want you getting hurt. Distance might provide some protection. I probably can't get you to leave the Boutique, but -- go in the workroom. Please."
"And I," Rarity immediately countered, "have no desire to cower in relative safety while my friend is risking herself."
"I could teleport with you to the other side of town," was unexpectedly fierce. "Leave you there and return directly to the Boutique. By the time you galloped back --"
"-- you might be critically hurt, with nopony present to go for help." Almost savagely, "I possess only a fraction of your strength, Twilight. I am aware. But if the theoretical defenses are aimed at the analyzing party, then you would benefit from having somepony present to knock you out of the way."
The mares locked eyes and after a few seconds of silence, it was invisibly agreed to each let the other believe that somepony else had blinked.
"Stay behind me, then," Twilight finally said. "So I can try to counter any spells first. And you can push me from the back."
Rarity nodded, and the two mares arranged themselves a few crucial body lengths away from The Head.
"I think it's watching us," Twilight whispered.
"It cannot," Rarity insisted. "It can't think, Twilight. You're the one who's always told me that the creation of a true mind through magic is effectively impossible. This cannot be the exception."
"I still feel like it's watching us."
"Why are you whispering?"
"Because maybe it can hear us too -- all right, I know I'm being silly. The eyes are just wrong. I don't think they could even be right if they were a normal size. Something about those pupils --" Her head abruptly shook itself several times, fast and hard. "-- I'm stalling. Let's get this over with."
The librarian's corona carefully removed her saddlebags: that much less weight to shift in an emergency. All other glowing holds were released, and the full intensity of the pinkish light flowed forward. Surrounded The Head and, for that matter, the body and the dress. Twilight's corona hue really didn't work with any of it, and the 'yellow' readily decided to look that much worse.
The sparkling borders shifted, pushed here and there. Little fragments of light moved across blind wooden pupils, with no hopes of making it to the other side. Rarity watched, kept her own horn attentive for the feel of an abrupt thaumatic surge, got ready to charge --
-- slowly, carefully (and a little reluctantly), Twilight exhaled. The corona winked out.
"It's been sculpted," she said. "I'm familiar with how that spell feels, because I've sensed the results after you cast it. There was no carving involved in making this, Rarity. Everything about that -- face -- and body was created with magic. And then they secured it." The lecturing tones were starting to come back. "Usually, that makes an object impossible to lift with a corona unless the original caster is doing it. Everypony else gets to see their effort slide off. But this time... they were trying to make it proof against further change, and they succeeded."
"No alterations possible," Rarity considered.
"Well, you can't sculpt it," Twilight darkly clarified. "There's a lot of other ways to change it. Just for starters, I'm pretty sure I could turn this into a mound of splinters. I'd just have to squeeze. But when it comes to magical alteration of the current form -- you can't, not without breaking the securing spell first." She paused. "There's also some minor effects. Preventing stains, a bit of dust repulsion. I think somepony just wanted this to always look -- like it does right now." She winced. "For some reason."
The designer nodded. "I knew about the protection against being sculpted again," she admitted. "I tried to make it temporarily match the others in the shipment. My apologies for not having told you."
"It's all right."
Rather warily, "And -- the rest?"
"That's it."
Rarity blinked. The upper left arch of her false eyelashes made a break for it.
"That's it?"
"It was made into that shape," Twilight delivered her verdict, "and it maintains the shape. Rarity, that's all. It doesn't radiate emotional resonance, and I thought I was potentially going to find an obsession bomb. Make ponies spread the image around town. And it might have even been rigged to only do that to ponies who aren't adults. Having that casting solely go active when fillies and colts get close. That trigger can be buried, and it'll escape casual passive notice -- but not direct examination. I didn't feel any more workings, Rarity. It's -- not doing this."
Both mares thought about that for a while. The Head watched them do it or rather, it shouldn't have. Twilight had just confirmed that it was utterly incapable of that sort of action, and so Rarity found it rather irritating that the Head just went ahead and did that anyway. The supposed ponikin clearly had no respect for advanced thaumatological investigations.
"You said," Rarity finally ventured, "that the books aren't the only thing they've been trying."
"Hardly," had just a little bit of a snarl bound up in the frets.
"I expected them to sleep in," the designer admitted. "As those of that age often do on the weekends." As she sometimes wished she'd been able to, just a little more than she had -- but she'd opened the Boutique when she still technically should have been in school. "But a number of secondary school students are clearly out and about early, because they reached the library and -- whatever else they're doing. And since none of them have yet to enter the Boutique..."
Her own horn ignited, and a sideways projection of soft blue fetched a warm traveling cloak. She'd seen the weather schedule, and the cloak's hood also made it very slightly less likely that somepony would spot her.
"Show me," Rarity requested.
"The Boutique is supposed to be open right now," Twilight hastily pointed out. "You'll lose sales --"
"-- mostly rentals," the designer qualified. "And perhaps not. They have clearly found other things to do this morning, and might not reach me for some time. You've lived in Ponyville for a while now, Twilight. You know the streets, and you've seen things which I haven't. So -- show me around."
The first stop was going to be the cinema. Twilight had been rather insistent on that.
"The Coming Attractions posters," Rarity guessed.
"Yes."
"Aren't they kept behind glass?" the designer checked. "As some ponies have apparently taken to --" and hesitated, because it was a market she'd never quite been able to work out. "-- 'collecting' them. As Stiff Neck does with the films themselves, only with somewhat less -- anger."
"Yes," Twilight sighed as the front wall of the building came into view. "That's why the students have been putting the pictures on top of the glass. And since the place hasn't opened for the matinee yet..."
They both stopped in front of the row of posters.
"...oh," Rarity finally said.
"Coming Soon," Twilight summarized. "To everything. In everything."
"It almost seems to fit with that one on the far right," the designer considered. "Except for where it's visibly making everything worse. More -- nightmarish. Inescapable --"
"-- that's a horror movie."
"I stand by my judgment."
They mutually shifted down the row. Stared for a while.
"I was going to see this one," Rarity finally admitted. "Three weeks from now. And -- yes, there's Stalwart Stallion. Cast as the male lead again."
"Mostly cast," Twilight corrected. "Since somepony did a post-filming edit swap on his head."
They kept looking.
"Are we sure about that?" Rarity's false lightness inquired.
Twilight missed it. "What do you mean, 'are we sure'? You can see where the sticker was pasted --"
"-- I follow the industry rather more closely than you do," Rarity stated. "As so many who work in film wind up with a pressing need for fashion. Stalwart Stallion has been, shall we say, trying to keep up his looks. When the force attempting to drag them down is commonly known as 'time'. The rumors claim that he's tried out a number of experimental spells."
"And of course," Twilight's innate natural sarcasm chimed in, "since a rumor is an unfounded story which only a few ponies can be bothered to pass on, it just has to be true..."
Rarity ignored it. "There were also zebra potions. And one story claimed that he'd hired a yak to kick him in the face. Strategically."
"To -- kick him -- in the --"
"-- makeup hides the bruises and the swelling gets rid of wrinkles." Rarity's snout, as part of the overall expression of distaste, was currently overcompensating in the other direction. "But of course, he then encounters certain difficulties in maintaining a full range of expression. Without screaming. So I suppose in a way, he was heading in this direction from the start..."
They resumed their mutual trot. One of the town's public notice boards came into view.
"...yes," Rarity eventually said. "Rather easier to adjust the alignment when you don't have to work on top of glass. Are the miniature versions of the posters also considered collectible?"
"I wouldn't know," Twilight stated. "And I'd rather not let this get far enough to figure out what it does to the sales value of books."
They read a few of the notices.
"I see Alla Prima is having a gallery show next moon," Rarity noted.
"Looks like."
"I always appreciate how she places her own image into her announcements," the larger of the unicorns added. "An extra piece of art. Although judging from the bleed around the edge, somepony may have put the sticker over her face before the printing fully dried. Very well, Twilight: they are altering more than just books. Anywhere a pony's head might appear becomes a potential place for substitution. Is that all of it?"
The little mare slowly looked up at her.
"Rarity," Twilight carefully said, "where do pony heads usually appear?"
"Let me think," a desperately flailing sense of humor offered. "On pony necks?"
Papier-mâché.
Years had passed since her last attempt at that kind of crafting, because even her filly self had wanted to remain as clean as she could and the side effects of such craftwork included having dirt adhere for a few days. Also dust, scraps, and any small objects one might happen to touch. The glue got everywhere.
It had been years -- but Rarity still remembered how it was done. Strips of fine material -- normal paper, a little pulp, potentially even cloth if she ever decided to desecrate it that way -- coated with adhesive, carefully layered, then painted and allowed to dry. The results, if they had the chance to set properly, could wind up with the strength of stone.
Of course, you needed at least a day for the hardening to truly take, and two was better. So the adolescents racing down the streets while wearing half-solidified replicas of The Head were jarring the results with every hoofstep. The left fake ear on the smaller of the earth ponies was about one good speed burst from coming off entirely -- or one good collision. The latter seemed more likely, especially as the young crafter had duplicated exact proportions for The Head's eyes and was thus staring out at the world through pinpricks. Rarity had no idea how the filly could even tell where she was going.
The students galloped, made unexpected turns and jumps to put themselves in front of adults, and laughed. The ambushed mares and stallions typically responded by picking a random direction. One which led to Anywhere Other Than Here.
The taller of the youths spotted the two unicorns. Swerved, got ready to jump --
-- it was just possible to see a little bit of the true eyes through the tiny holes and given how the filly was squinting, rather more in the way of eyelids.
"It's you!" the student exclaimed as she stopped two body lengths away from Rarity. "You're the one who has it!"
...and when I want to be seen, nopony knows me. But if I desire to remain slightly anonymous... "Yes," Rarity made herself admit. The aftertaste immediately began to settle onto her tongue.
"You're so mean!" the youth laughed. "And if you weren't being mean, then your timing is horrible!"
"...I am?" didn't quite seem to work, and "...it is?" was no improvement.
"Don't you care about anypony younger than you?" the filly giggled. "We all needed to see this last moon! Do you know how many Nightmare Night costumes you cost us? Every class could have been disguised as this! The tribute offerings would never end!"
Rarity calculated exactly how much she would be willing to give in order to make it all go away, then kept the silent agreement within.
"I'll see you later!" the student told her. "I need more reference shots!" Paused. "And maybe a dress. I think there's this one colt who's getting ready to ask me to the Formal. Just as soon as he decides he's almost a stallion. Bye!"
They were making their way back to the Boutique. The jumpscare attempts had wrapped up after the fifth try, and none of them had actually worked. Rarity had to share a building with the real thing --
-- a tiny amount of fine liquid mist touched the fur of Rarity's forelegs, and immediately soaked in. She'd gotten a little too close to one of the town's larger fountains. She looked up, checking her proximity to the spray.
Then she kept looking.
"Ambitious," she finally said.
"I think," Twilight considered as she made her own evaluation, "the more appropriate term might be 'vandalism'."
"That's if it's permanent," Rarity countered. "I'm fairly certain that shell is going to come off. Although if they layered the papier-mâché strips on top of the original head, it might take a few solid kicks to dislodge. Possibly some lightning..."
"So the West Fountain," Twilight summarized, "now features a sculpture of The Head."
Rarity automatically checked the second center statue.
"Twice." Paused. "How many of the town's fountains have been modified?"
"Do you really want to know?"
The designer looked up again. The replicas had captured at least thirty percent of the original's qualities, which was a minimum of thirty-five percent too much.
"...no. Let's -- just go back. And we'll split up at DelMar Avenue. Spike is waiting for your return, and I need to reopen the shop."
There was but one window in the Boutique's structure which allowed an observer to potentially spot The Head. Under normal circumstances, doing so required moving around the building, and the observer's line of sight had to be at precisely the right angle.
That was for normalcy.
With the current conditions, it also required standing in line.
Rarity was typically only spotted when she didn't want to be. It took three increasingly-loud repetitions before the door-blocking circle of adolescents created enough of a gap to let the designer into her own home.
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<p>Apparently Sunny has a Mare Freind. The Problem?</p><p>It's Allura.</p><p>Warning: Some of the humor in this story is pretty off the wall.</p>
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In a beautiful building with lots of secrets and a white interior more beautiful than any called the Bright-House. A pony named Sunny was enjoying herself.
Sunny watched as her friends slowly walked out after her Breakfast had been devoured by all.
She was a Purple maned and tailed, Tangerine Pony
Hitch a yellow pony with yellow fur and Green hair asked, "So you're just staying because..?"
Sunny replied, "Need to recharge my social batteries, that's all.
Misty a blue unicorn pony with green kinky hair told her, "Sunny, I hope you feel better."
Zipp a white pony who happened to be a princess with pink hair and a green streek who was also a pegasus stated, "Hope to see you soon!"
Pipp a pink pegasus with purple hair and a crown on her head sang, "Have a good time, callll if you get the lonelies!"
Izzy a purple unicorn with blue hair yelled, "If you get bored of your break tell me!"
As they walked out the door the temperature went down.
Sunny looked at a window smiling and a voice purred, "Yah ready my pony friend or not?"
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Izzy realized she had forgotten her maker belt.
She came in and noticed it felt like a winter day.
She heard weird moaning and followed it up the ramp leading to the bedroom. She came to Sunny's bed and saw Allura with Sunny pinned under her. Allura was right on top putting her paw under Sunny's chin.
Allura purred, " Nowww that I have you right where I want you!"
Izzy screamed, "Allura is trying to eat Sunny!"
She ran out of the bedroom, down the ramp, and out the door.
Allura looked at Sunny and stuttered, "Just... to.... be.... fair I have eaten you a few times."
Sunny giggled then sighed, "I guess I have to explain this to my friends!"
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A few months ago.
Sunny looked at the cave entrance and noted the melting ice. She trotted in As she marched in she used her Alicorn Horn to light the way.
Suddenly a certain brown, large and sharply shaped bunny marched up to her and made it's strange noises. Twitch then ran deep into the cave.
She looked as Allura a Purple Flying Snow Leopard with purple and green hair walked up to her.
Sunny asked, "How are we going to do this?"
Allura asked back, purring, "Do you even know why I have been doing all this?"
Sunny asked sternly, "Why?"
Allura told her, "I am trying to free my brother."
Sunny looked surprised and felt stung by the complete justifiability of it all and said, "You're trying to help your family?"
Allura asked stricken at Sunny suddenly seeming to show understanding something she had never received in a long time, "Are you as a pony, sympathetic?"
Sunny stated sorrowfully with a small tear, "All my family is dead, I am not sure what happened if it had something to do with Canterlogic or not, Hitch, my closest friend told me he wouldn't investigate and told me I needed to forget about them, and even though, now, he might open up a case, I can't have him do that because I believe peace is too important."
Allura looked down ashamed and said, "I never meant to hurt anycreature, things just happened. Listen, Pony, I could be one of your friends if you help me find a good way to free my brother?"
Sunny softly put her hoof gently on Allura's paw.
Allura told her, "You're a weak little pony, but there's a certain something that suggests great inner strength."
Sunny put her hoof on Allura's head and said, "You'll find I'm average height!"
Allura said, "Leopard Hug!" and gave Sunny a big firm hug.
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In the present Misty was practicing spells, Pipp was trying to get Zipp to sing with her, and Hitch was explaining to the animals (who could actually understand him and him them) the importance of the law.
They were in a beautiful field of grass with a few trees here and there.
Izzy ran up to the rest of them screaming, "Allura is trying to eat Sunny!"
Pipp's wings shot out and she yelled, "Wait Allura eats ponies?"
Zipp snickering asked, "You didn't eat wild mushrooms again?"
Izzy replied loudly, "No, and the giant killer Teddy Bear was real!"
Hitch squealed frightedly, "There's a giant killed Teddy Bear?"
Misty stated, "First Htich there's no giant killer Teddy Bear," and then asked, "Second, Izzy describe what you saw?"
Izzy said, "Allura was sitting on Sunny in Sunny's bed and there was lots of moaning."
Misty asked surprised, "Wait are you sure they weren't... you know?"
Izzy yelled in disgust, "Misty, they are two different species!"
Strangely confused Hitch asked, "What exactly?"
Izzy surprised said, "You know Hitch the Birds and the other birds or the bees and the other bees? You do know about sex, right?"
Hitch asked, "You mean male, female, and the theys? Yes, the Theys!"
Misty looked and face-hoofed.
Zipp said, "I can teach him about it if he buys me dinner?"
Pipp stated, "Okay since, Hitch is going to learn about the birds, bees, etcetera..."
Hitch interrupted, "Wouldn't the birds eat the bees?"
Pipp looked at Hitch and said, "It's a good thing the only sex crimes in Maretime Bay are between Sprout and his Mother."
Zipp snidly said, "Spoken like somepony who doesn't know their life is going to be an aristocrat joke!"
Pipp said disturbed, "Wait, what!"
Zipp explained, "I have convinced Mom I should not be queen thereby you will have a successor child to the royal line, and keep it in the family like Mom did with us."
Pipp asks, "Wait not only will my child be, but I am the product of..."
Zipp quickly interrupted, "Pipp! Not in front of the Kid!"
She pointed to Sparky (Hitch's green little adopted dragon child) who was blowing snot bubbles.
Pipp softly to herself muttered, "I'm going to have to talk to the shrink even more!"
Zipp told her, "Now let's take down that flying snow leopard."
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Sunny was watching TV.
The TV blared, "And now it's time for, 'Two Complete Strangers get Married off Audience Whims!'"
Sunny threatened, "I am going to watch it if you don't leave now!"
Allura purred in reply, "Iiii am stayiiing!"
Sunny yelled, "I don't have to dig out YouHoof videos of The Swan!"
Allura replied, "Whatever it is, I'm staying."
Sunny replied challengingly, "It's where multiple average-looking ponies compete for plastic surgery because they have been called ugly!"
Allura said defiantly and proudly, "I've seen much worse!"
Sunny growled angrily in desperation, "Do I have to get out Fillies and Tiaras and Dance Mares?"
Allura said, "Is it anything like Hoofly Temple's first role Foal Burlesk!"
Sunny looked wide and her eyelid twitched while making a horrified expression and then asked horrified, "One, what is wrong with you, and two, how old are you?"
Allura replied, "I happen to come from a time in which children were considered a duty not sacred and to answer the second, I thought it was clear I was a simi-immortal being."
Sunny muttered, "Great I'm dating someone older than Grandma Figgy?"
There was a loud crash!
Suddenly Hitch ran into the room throwing the doors open wide and knocking them into the walls so hard they bounced back closed behind and screamed, "Sunny I'm here to save you!"
Sunny replied dryly, "I don't need saving Hitch."
Hitch started Hoof Slapping Allura!
Allura started to slap back careful not to extend her claws.
Sunny with some concern yelled, "Stop both of you!"
Allura reassuringly yelled, "Don't worry I don't have my claws out."
Hitch screamed in his high-pitched voice, "You, the birds that don't eat the bees, and the pony darn theys! You're all going down!"
Allura sputtered, "'They' that in certain circles people say that they can read your mind unless you wear a hat made out of tinfoil?"
As the fight continued Hitch exclaimed, "The theys can read our minds! I thought that was the Unicorns!"
Izzy yelled from another room, "Stop being racist Hitch!"
Hitch, continuing to slap-fight, yelled, "That still doesn't explain why the birds don't eat the bees!"
Allura slapped Hitch to the ground, and stated, "Wait, you don't know what Sexual Intercourse is?"
Sunny looked and then asked, "What in the name of Twilight Sparkle, Hitch you don't know what sex is?"
Sunny then further asked, "Hitch where do Babies come from?"
Hitch said plainly, "The Stork, of course!"
Allura suppressing a dark laugh replied, "Well at least he didn't say the cabbage patch."
Hitch replied, "Babies come from the Stork, why would baby ponies come from a cabbage patch?"
Now bored Allura asked further, "And where does the stork get them?"
Hitch explained, "They get them from the Baby Factory!"
Allura singing slightly chimed, "The Baby Factory, where your fears and horrors come true, The Baby Factory, where not a single soul gets through."
Sunny stated, "Okay, um.... female vaginas... you do know about them? Riight???"
Hitch released a high-pitched statement, "Wait, Whaaat!?"
Allura explained darkly amused, "When a male sticks his penis into an opening known as the vagina and implants his seed or sperm when this happens it can if the female has ovulated, result in pregnancy. Now I will show you the "Miracle of Life" with your cell phone!"
She let out one of her nails, grabbed his phone, and typed in "The Miracle of Life" on it with her claw nail.
She scrolled, clicked, gave him the phone, and said, "Bon Appetit Hitch, Ironically you won't be able to eat for days!"
Hitch stared at his phone horrified too much to look away!
Allura bragged, "I loved traumatizing little male cubs when I got to teach sex ed!"
Sunny said, "Wait you were a teacher?"
Allura put her paw on the back of Sunny's head, kissed her sloppily, and said, "I have been many things, My Little Pony!"
Sunny replied, "Just to be clear I'm average height."
Suddenly the door was kicked open and the four mare friends of Sunny stood in the frame. Misty with a metal bat with nails welded on to it, Pipp and Izzy with Flame Throwers made from Super Soakers, and Zipp with an unimpressive but still deadly Golf Club with Barbed Wire around the hitting end!
Izzy looked at Sunny who stared back quite perplexed, Izzy explained quickly, "Hey I crafted weapons to kill Allura for taking advantage of you. I made a fire soaker and then had to make one for Pipp because she also wanted one, then I had to rush with Zipp's and Misty's due to I ran out of time, especially with Zipp's!"
Zipp said coolly, "I have been waiting for this sooo long!"
Pipp said disturbed, "Now that I know I'm an abomination, I have nothing but darkness in my heart!"
Misty said slightly evilly, "I have done very many bad things, thereby I have experience!"
Sunny looked and shrugged, then stated, "Celestia what in hay?"
Allura stood in front of Sunny and growled, "Stay behind me," to Sunny.
Sunny stated, "My friends aren't here to kill me, they're here to kill you!"
Sunny marched around Allura and over to her friends.
She violently grabbed the baseball bat from out of Misty's hooves. She then grabbed the fire soakers and ripped the straps off, Izzy and Pipp. Finally, she grabbed the Golf Club from Zipp. The White Furred Princess yelled, "No, not Beaty the Beaty Stick!"
Sunny replied taking the stick, "You're naming your weapons of murder things, what kind of bucked-up pony are you?"
Zipp stated, "I'm a result of royal inbreeding of which royalty claimed to have and faked superhero abilities. I thought you knew that?"
Pipp stated crying a little, "And so am I!"
Sunny said giggling, "Oh yeah, I guess I should have figured that out!"
Sunny took the weapons and she walked out and left Allura and the four mares staring at each other.
Allura asked, "So you ponies are basically trying to kill me, why?"
Izzy yelled, "Because you're raping our friend!"
Allura muttered loudly and annoyed, "And why would my victim defend me from her own friends?"
Pipp angrily accused, "You've been brainwashing her! Why would she love an ugly, evil, creature like you? And Hitch is in a Trance!"
Allura was visibly hurt by the term ugly when Pipp said it but it only showed for a second.
She corrected Pipp after turning to normal, "He's not in a trance, he just watched a Planned Pony Parenthood video about Birth!"
Hitch put his head up and screamed. "Celestia WHY!" and then vomited a rainbow.
Allura then raised her voice defensively, "I do a lot of bad things, rape is not one of them, despite that every pony besides Sunny thinks I am a monster! You should know she was taught hate of every sentient that wasn't an Earth Pony in School! She was told all non-earth ponies were flesh-eating monsters. Her father and family were all knocked off for teaching her that that wasn't true! But they spread rumors that she was out to hurt foals and was basically insane and dangerous. They only let her live because they convinced everyone she was crazy!"
Pipp looked at Allura and asked curiously, "She told you this?"
Zipp also vocalized, "Why the hay would she share this with you of all creatures?"
Allura told them with a little vanity, "You won't believe how similar we actually are."
Izzy replied, "Wait aren't you like two different species, are you, check, yes you are!"
Allura said, "You really don't get what I mean do you!?"
Izzy said, "Um... Nope!"
Allura said, "We have similar values, we heavily believe in family!"
Allura continued, "I am trying to be her family like you and she's trying to bring back mine."
Misty asked, "Necromancy?"
Allura explained, "That is not what I want, but it does fit into this story, once upon a time two flying leopard cubs were born, but they had to be kept in secret because they had different colored parents."
She continued, "The Government found out and decided that they would allow the mother's children to have a normal life if their mother built them a powerful weapon. She agreed!'
"Well that's what they claimed, the reality was the two cubs were tormented daily, called, "Race Bastards" by both children and teachers, told that they should be sterilized, that they were mistakes."
"No matter how good of grades they got, they were called stupid and lazy."
"They weren't allowed to go to college and even went their mother and her family gave them given proper college education only I could work a nice job, my brother was forced to work as a janitor in a brothel."
"She felt horrible for her and could only see him in secret and the part that hurt the most was he was so gentle and innocent despite the way he was treated and that would be his downfall."
"She had always wanted to protect him, but she couldn't do squat!"
"One day their mother came and took them to the mountains."
"Shortly into the trip she vanished and they saw an incredible green light at night."
"When we came down my brother and I discovered our entire species had vaporized each other..."
"My mother had built the weapon, the Mega-Spell, and somehow every flying snow leopard nation had gotten it!"
"I felt like 'Good Riddens' but my brother even though he had been abused every day of his life by them wanted them back."
"There's an story from a pony book called Tales of Humanity and the story is called Sodom and Gomorrah and that's what happened. A wicked society had been completely annihilated by it's own evil. I would have spat on their graves if my brother didn't miss them."
"I don't know what he missed about them?"
"They were nothing but wicked to the both of us!"
Misty asked, "So what happened to him?"
Allura explained, "Zar the Alicorn God came to rule the land, an ignorant and powerful leader."
"My brother tried to propose the revival of our species, but the instant second he said, 'Necromancy' he was banished to a prison realm."
"I ran as far as I could and kept running,"
"Years later Zar vanished and I began hearing my brother's voice and I realized he was psychically communicating with me, so I looked for a way to free him in arcane magic books. I discovered the power of the Auroricorns and I'll admit I went about it wrong. But I always heard that ponies were silly and obsessed with playing. So you know what I did?"
Misty said, "Yeah you enslaved them."
Allura yelled, "I'm sorry but I love Sunny because she looked past who I was and my sins and loved me!"
Hitch got up and walked over to them (still green in the face) and began, "I have a story to tell too, listen you're gonna hate me too, but me and Sprout were the ones who made up the rumor that Sunny was insane!"
"Why!" screamed Izzy.
Hitch explained, "Because it was the only way Sunny could live."
Zipp asked angrily, "Who was gonna wack Sunny?"
Zipp looked like she was going to kill someone like before.
Hitch talked quickly and a little erratically, "Phillis took me to her office and said, she needed Sunny to have an accident. She wanted me to wack Sunny and if I didn't me and Granny Figgy would be the ones who got it. I had to come up with a scheme to keep us all alive, I wanted to keep me and Granny and Sunny alive so I got her to compromise, it was bad but it was the lesser bad."
Izzy asked, "So accident means death and not, not making it to the bathroom, right?"
"OK, shut up!" said Allura firmly.
Izzy meeped, "Sorry!"
Sunny walked in and ask, "Have you talked to Allura and made up?"
Allura walked over to Sunny and told her, "Htich has something to tell you."
Sunny, Allura, and Sunny's friends listened to Hitch as he told Sunny his secret and how Canterlogic had not just murdered her family but many of Hitch's family and other ponies which had been murdered or silenced, due to them being connected with The Pony Reunification Party.
Sunny was both sadly and joyfully crying at the end, saying, "I knew it, I knew it," with Allura hugging her and petting her mane.
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Babs Seed,Coco Pommel,Diamond Dogs,Original Character,Other,Adventure,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony Comic,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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Dogs and Bones
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A Diamond Dog moves to the big city in search of a new life
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<p>Rex wasn't your normal Equestrian. Because, well, he wasn't even from Equestria to begin with!</p><p>As a Diamond Dog, his opportunities for work back home were either Digging in the mines, Digging in the quarry, or Digging into the back of some poor sod's neck.</p><p>Sufficed to say, Rex was looking for something that did not include digging for a living.</p><p>Now in Equestria, Rex will surely find a job willing to hire him! How hard could it be for a Diamond Dog to find a job in a Pony land?!</p><p>It's time to stretch his legs and go on a run! Manehatten is soon going to see Caninia's #1 Goodest Boy in action!</p><p>With nothing but the clothes on his back, Rex will do his very best to make his parents proud!</p><hr/><p>This story is my take on writing a non-pony MC that isn't a Human, Rex is a Diamond Dog through and through, no Human-in-Equestria hiding inside his little noggin!<br/>It's also an attempt of mine to write a bit more of a childish story, with some cartoony aspects that fit with the MLP Show. While still having the usual Netap spin on things that you all should already expect from my stories.</p><p>I have no big plan and am simply writing by following my heart, which means this story can go anywhere!</p><p>Hope you enjoy!!!</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T10:11:17+00:00
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2024-08-17T10:13:11+00:00
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Standing near the bow of a ship making its way into the Manehatten Pier, A Pawstralian Kelpie-looking Diamond Dog was wagging his tail in excitement, his large black and brown body covered by a dark green vest, a dark-brown leather hat decorated with several Crocodile teeth rested on his head, and around his neck was a collar colored a lighter shade of dark green adorned with dots of Amber Topaz.
"You know, It's not every day we get to ferry a Diamond Dog," An old Stallion walked up to the Dog and started talking, his grey mustache twitching in the salty air as the ship made its preparations to dock, "What's your story?"
"Me?" The Diamond Dog turned away from looking at the large city in front of him, "I'm here looking for a job!" He yelled with a smile, the words that would make so many sigh sadly at their lack of occupation were unable to wipe the smile from the Dog's face.
"Then you came to the perfect city, my friend!" The Stallion laughed at the unexpectedly energetic reaction from the Dog, "Manehatten is always looking for more hopeful youths to eat up and spit back out!" The Old Pony shook his head at those words, "So do be careful, okay Big Guy?"
"Be careful of what? What's so dangerous about this City?" The Diamond Dog's tail started to wag a bit slower, his long arms crossing over his chest as he fully turned to listen to the old Stallion.
"Nothing physical, if that's what you're worried about," The Stallion shook his head, "No, The thing that's dangerous about this city is the hope it sucks out of you," He said, his blue eyes staring at the incoming City with a mixture of both Respect and Contempt, an unusual sight for the Diamond Dog to see.
"Everypony enters this place looking to make a name for themselves, to make it big in whatever industry they pick," The Stallion sighed, "Only one in every hundred or so manage to make it, everypony else is left with a dead-end job, washing plates for whatever scraps they can get," He shook his head, "Here's a tip for you, Big Guy, Don't let this city chew you up, Whenever you feel like something isn't working for you, keep moving, If you let it keep you in place then you already lost,"
The Diamond Dog turned back to silently stare at the city, his tail no longer wagging in excitement.
"Heh, you got something wrong there pal," The Diamond Dog said as his eyes roamed over the skyline of the city, watching the towering skyscrapers that could almost pierce the cloud on a moody day, "You said only one in a hundred manage to succeed, That giver upper attitude isn't welcome around me!" The Dog barked with a laugh, and a wide smile grew on his face. His tail resumed wagging, its speed and intensity almost creating a wind draft. "And besides!"
The Diamond Dog turned to look straight into the aged stallion's eyes, "I'm One in a Million! And don't you forget it! Alright, mate?!"
The Stallion stared the brightly shining eyes of a Dog for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips, then a few more chuckles followed before it turned into full-blown laughter.
"Hahaha! You know what Big Guy? With an attitude like that, I might believe you," He let out a few more chuckles, "My Name is Salty Sail, I've been working in this here shipping industry for the past fifty years! Hahaha! If you ever struggle to find a job in the city, Go to Barnacle Breath at the Dockyard, He'll be able to find a job perfectly suited for a big guy like you! Haha!"
"Heh..." The Diamond Dog let out a breath of air as he too chuckled at the loud sailor, "If all else fails, I might just take you up on that offer Old Timer, The name's Rex! And don't you forget it, mate!"
"Hah! With a reaction like that, I don't think I will!" Salty Sail yelled as he clapped Rex on the back, "Good luck out there, Mate, Even a One in a Million will need it. By the way, We'll be docking in twenty minutes, better go get your bag ready,"
"Thanks for the heads up!" Rex said before he entered the bowels of the ship, making his way to grab his bag.
"Captain!" Salty Sail turned to look at a Younger Pegasus walking up to him, shivering in his sailor uniform, "Why did you talk with that... that Dog? What if he tried to eat you?"
"Eat me?" Salty Sail rolled his tongue at those words before he made a motion as if spitting them out in disgust. "That's Dumb! Have all you young whippersnappers never seen a Diamond Dog in your life?!" He asked loudly as he turned to the rest of the crew standing outside, catching the attention of several of the other passengers in the process, "This is the problem with today's youth, You see someone that isn't a pony and you buckle up in fear! The same thing happened last year with that Griffon family! Grow a spine you lot! How do you think everybody else sees you when you start to shiver in fear at the first Diamond Dog that boards this ship in years, Cowards!"
"We're sorry captain!" The sailor started to stammer, "We didn't-"
"Why, Back in my day, We had a Minotaur on this ship's crew! And that Lug-head was ten times the sailor all you lot are! Now back to work, This ship won't dock itself!"
"Yes Captain! We're sorry Captain!" Salty Sail watched the crew return to their job, the Passengers going back inside to get their luggage as well.
"Tch," Salty Sail clicked his tongue as he turned to look at the City of Manehatten, "Darn Youths, Never even had a conversation with a Griffon and yet think they can call themselves real sailors," He scoffed with a roll of his eyes.
"Hmph, Back in my day-"
"Hello mate, My name is Rex, I'm here for the apartment-" The Diamond Dog was cut off by the tired-looking Earth Pony sitting in front of him.
"Sorry Bud, But you're half a year late, the Apartment isn't available anymore," The Earth Pony sat behind a desk in a dingy office where he would do his landlord duties, the light coming from the windows behind him illuminating the many dust particles swirling in the air.
"Wha- But It's July second? That was the agreed-upon time," Rex said as he pointed at a calendar on the nearby wall, the date indeed showing to be the second day of the month of July.
The landlord turned to look at the calendar as well, before his eyes widened in realization, "Oh! I see the problem here," He nodded, "You wrote 2/7, meaning July Second, while I took it as February Seventh, I understand now, An honest mistake if there ever was one," The Landlord chuckled at the mistake that happened.
"So, does that mean I have an Apartment here?" Rex asked hopefully, only to immediately get his hopes crushed.
"Sorry bub, We don't have an available Apartment right now, The one I was saving for you is now being rented by somepony else," The Landlord took out a paper listing all the tenants in his building, "Here's what I can do, An old pal of mine told me she's looking for a roommate that can help her around the apartment, her job is very tiring so she has problems taking care of her home, I can go have a talk with her and try to explain your situation, She'll basically be your new landlord if everything goes to plan, You follow?"
"I think I do," Rex nodded in understanding.
"Good, Now don't get your hopes up too high though, There's no promise that she'll accept you as a roommate..." The Landlord looked to his left and right as if afraid someone was listening in to him, "Some ponies have issues with... None ponies like you- I'm not one of them! I have no problems!" The Landlord quickly defended himself, "But the same can't be said for everypony around,"
"I understand that," Rex scratched his chin as he said that.
"I do apologize for this, I really do, But I can't let you stay here," The Landlord truly did seem apologetic as he said those words, "If my friend doesn't agree, I could try and point you to a cheap motel where you should be able to stay a few nights, But I would recommend searching for a different Apartment in the meantime," The Landlord put the paper back inside the desk, "Come back here tomorrow at four in the afternoon, I'll have your answer in regards to the Roommate thing,"
"Is there really no other room available here?" Rex asked for a final time.
"It's all rented out, And unless I kick out one of the tenants, there's really not much I can do bub," The Landlord shut him down again.
"Fine," Rex let out a sigh as he stood up from the chair that was just a bit too small for him, "I'll come back tomorrow then,"
"Again, I'm truly sorry for this," The Landlord said again as Rex opened the door and left his office, making his way back out into the street, searching for a place to sleep for the night.
"Huh? What's this?" Only to stop his walk as a piece of paper caught his eye.
"A Missing pet poster?" The spark in his eyes returned as he ripped the poster from the lamppost it was attached to and put it in his vest pocket, "My first job! Woohoo!" He cheered, ignoring the looks he was getting from the many passers-by.
"With the reward for this, I'll be able to stay at some cheap motel for an entire month! It wouldn't dig into my savings! Let's Gooo!" And with a joyful skip to his steps, Rex made his way toward the address on the poster in order to ask some questions in regards to the missing Pet.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
"Hey! I'm walking here!"
"Move outta' the way! Asshole!"
We're trying to walk here! Get lost Fleabag!"
If the words the ponies were shouting at him hurt him in any way, Rex didn't let it show, he was too bust whistling to himself as he made his way down the streets of Manehatten.
"Nobody's gonna break my stride, Nobody's gonna slow me down! Oh oh, I got to keep on moving!"
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Babs Seed,Coco Pommel,Diamond Dogs,Original Character,Other,Adventure,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony Comic,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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Dogs and Bones
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A Diamond Dog moves to the big city in search of a new life
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<p>Rex wasn't your normal Equestrian. Because, well, he wasn't even from Equestria to begin with!</p><p>As a Diamond Dog, his opportunities for work back home were either Digging in the mines, Digging in the quarry, or Digging into the back of some poor sod's neck.</p><p>Sufficed to say, Rex was looking for something that did not include digging for a living.</p><p>Now in Equestria, Rex will surely find a job willing to hire him! How hard could it be for a Diamond Dog to find a job in a Pony land?!</p><p>It's time to stretch his legs and go on a run! Manehatten is soon going to see Caninia's #1 Goodest Boy in action!</p><p>With nothing but the clothes on his back, Rex will do his very best to make his parents proud!</p><hr/><p>This story is my take on writing a non-pony MC that isn't a Human, Rex is a Diamond Dog through and through, no Human-in-Equestria hiding inside his little noggin!<br/>It's also an attempt of mine to write a bit more of a childish story, with some cartoony aspects that fit with the MLP Show. While still having the usual Netap spin on things that you all should already expect from my stories.</p><p>I have no big plan and am simply writing by following my heart, which means this story can go anywhere!</p><p>Hope you enjoy!!!</p>
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teen
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2024-08-22T11:21:32+00:00
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2024-08-22T11:21:32+00:00
| 27 |
With his tail wagging in excitement, Rex tried to formulate a plan on how he can find the lost pet, this elusive Mr Snuggles.
"First thing is to question the owner, yes?" He nodded to himself, planning on asking questions that would help him narrow down the investigation for the missing pet.
Walking up to the door of the two-story house whose address was printed on the poster, Rex knocked on the door and waited for the owners to open.
"Just a second!" He heard a young mare shout on the other side of the door as the sounds of clopping hooves could be heard coming closer to the door before it opened.
On the other side of the door stood a teenage pony with pink fur and blonde hair, a white petaled sunflower sitting in her hair as a little decoration.
"Yeah, who is-" The teenager stopped herself from almost walking into the wall of black and brown fur, her eyes staring at the dark green vest for a moment before she looked up towards his face.
"Hello, Mate! I'm here to talk about your pet," Rex lifted the poster to show what he was talking about while giving his friendliest and most inviting smile, showing off his sharp white teeth so the pony would understand that he was here with friendly intentions.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" The pony screamed before she slammed the door closed, almost hitting Rex's paws on the way as she could be heard running inside the house on the other side of the door, screaming something about a monster coming to meet her.
Rex turned to look behind him to check if he could find this monster the pony was screaming about, finding instead a small crowd of pedestrians who all stopped what they were doing to watch the scene.
"She said she saw a monster after she slammed the door," Rex told the crowd of onlookers, a worried frown on his face, "Did any of you fellas see something like that? I want to help her get her pet back, but it's going to be bad if there's some beast scaring everyone," Rex lifted the poster of the missing pet in order to show the crowd what he was talking about.
The crowd decided not to answer the question regarding the monster, afraid of making themselves look like bigots in front of strangers in the street.
"Did you see a monster?"
"No, did you see a monster?"
"Not at all, Maybe they saw a monster other there."
"Yes Yes, Other there! Not here!"
"Yeah! Other there, Let's go!"
"Let's get out of there!"
And with that, the crowd hurriedly left, intent on not embarrassing themselves further.
"Huh, maybe I'll have to look for that monster later," Rex mumbled to himself before he turned back to the door, hearing a softer set of hooves coming towards him.
He watched as the door slowly opened a crack, a green eye peering out of the crack towards him.
"Is it still there? Make it go away!" He heard the teenager from before saying something from behind the new pony, so Rex spoke up once more.
"Hello, Mate! I'm here to ask some questions about your missing pet, but apparently there's some monster around here so It's not so safe to be outside," He showed off his toothy smile, "May I come in?"
The eye on the other side of the door seemed to think it over before the door closed once more, the sounds of locks moving around could be heard before the door opened once again, revealing an orange filly with red hair and a trio of freckles on each cheek, trying her best to look confident as the teenager from before could be seen peeking her head from behind the doorframe deeper into the house.
"You can come in," The filly says as she turns away from Rex and walks inside.
"What?! Babs are you crazy?! He'll eat you!" The Teenager screamed, still too afraid to get closer.
"There is no need to worry about the monster you saw before!" Rex tried his best to reassure the teenager of her safety, "The people outside said they saw it run away to the next street over! And if it still bothers you, I'll give it a good wallop, Mate!" Rex softly punched his open paw in an attempt to showcase to the pony that she has nothing to fear.
"Sunflower! Stop yelling," The orange filly, Babs, turned to yell at the teenager, causing the Pony to squeal in fright before running up the stairs and into her room, wrapping herself in her blanket, and hiding from the horrible werewolf who was going to eat her sister, and then it was going to eat her!
"Don't worry about the Monster!" Rex gave his toothy smile again, not noticing the filly cringing in discomfort at the sight of his sharp canines, "But as I said before, I'm here to ask some questions in regards to your missing pet,"
"What do you want with Mr Snuggles?" Babs asked, leading the Diamond Dog to sit at the kitchen table, where the two sat in front of each other.
"I want to find him, Obviously," Rex told Babs.
"Why do you want to find him?" Babs asked.
"For the reward money, of course!" Rex tapped a finger on the poster, and at the reward money that was written down.
"2,000 bits for a pet? It must be an exotic one! I'll definitely find it for ya!"
Babs' eyes widened as she looked at the number printed on the poster, "Oh, Ehh, I'm sorry, I think there's a problem here."
"Huh?"
"The reward is twenty bits, not two thousand..." Babs shuffled in place awkwardly as Rex's jaw dropped, "I would have paid more, but twenty is all I have in my piggy bank... It was supposed to be 20.00, to show that it's just twenty bits, we learned about this at school last week, but I guess Sunflower made an error with the Printer service."
"So... The reward is only twenty bits?" Rex asked heartbrokenly.
"Yeah..." Babs sucked her lips at the awkward silence that followed, "Sorry?"
Rex sighed tiredly before he lifted both his arms and clapped his cheeks, "Okay! Let's do this!" He said, pumping himself up, "I want to ask you some questions, let's start with something easy, what is Mr Snuggle's favorite food?"
"Huh? You're still going to search for him?!" Babs sat up on the chair, shocked that the Dog was apparently still going to search for her pet.
"Yep! I already took the job, I can't abandon it now! How can I call myself a Dog if abandon a job before even starting it?!" Rex smiled widely at the filly, "The Reward money is slightly disappointing, seeing as I'll have to dig into my own savings for a motel tonight, But I already took this job!" He slammed his paw on the poster, a wide smile on his face as he locked eyes with Babs, "So as I asked before, Mate, What does Mr Snuggles like?"
What followed was a set of questions, such as Mr Snuggle's favorite food, his favorite locations to hang out, any places that street animals might go to, and other such things.
What came next was an hour and a half of asking around pedestrians, sniffing the air for the scent of his favorite food, and searching the places he likes to visit.
Rex used the many skills he trained and acquired back home to hunt the most elusive prey of all!
A house cat.
And as the sun started to set over the towering building of Manehatten, Rex made his way down the street, an orange tabby cat struggling to escape from his arms, as he walked up to the door and knocked at it with his foot, seeing as he currently had his arms tied with Mr Snuggles.
"Babs! He's back!" Rex heard the Teenager yell from the second floor of the house as she peeked out of the window.
The door flung open, the small filly staring up at Rex as he walked around her and entered the house, opening his arms and letting the orange cat jump out of his arms.
It hissed at him before running into the living room and diving under the couch.
"You... You actually got Mr Snuggles back..." Babs said as she crouched down so she could look under the couch, her eyes meeting Mr Snuggle's vengeful glare.
"Of course I did, I said I would, so I did," Rex said with a smile, his tail wagging with pride at his accomplishment.
A Minute later, Babs came back with a piggy bank, opened it and poured all the coins inside out onto the table.
"Here you go!" She said with a smile as Rex started counting the coins.
"-17, 18, 19, 20! That's it, Mate!" He put the bits in his wallet, placing it in one of the inside pockets of his vest.
"Oh! And another thing!" Babs spoke up again, catching Rex's attention.
"Yes?"
"Remember how you said you need to search for a dingy motel for the night?" Babs raised an eyebrow at the Diamond Dog before smiling smugly, "Well, I decided that in order to repay you properly for finding Mr. Snuggles, you can stay here for the night," Babs nodded her head with confidence, "Although you'll have to sleep on the couch, I don't think Ma' will let you sleep in her bed, and Sunflower won't let you onto the second floor," She let out a puff of air from her mouth, pushing away her hair from her face.
"But you already paid me," Rex told the filly, "You really don't need to do more than that,"
"But I want to!" Babs crossed her legs, "What are you gonna' do? Pay for some dingy hole to sleep in? Or sleep on this couch for free?"
"...Look kiddo, I'm thankful and all that, but you really don't need to do this just because you printed the wrong number-"
"Hey! I didn't print the wrong number, Sunflower did! And besides, Maybe helping you will help me find my very own Cutie Mark!" Babs pointed at Rex, trying her best to look intimidating as she glared at the large Diamond Dog.
"You do not need to do thi-"
"I know! But I want to! There!" Babs smirked up at Rex, "What will you do now? I'll cry if you refuse, do you want to make a filly cry?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, My Dad always said that if you refuse someone's gift three times and they keep insisting you take it, then you should just take the gift," Rex shrugged and let out a sigh, extending his paw over the table, "My name is Rex," A toothy smirk found itself growing on the Diamond Dog's face, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mate,"
"Heh, The name's Babs Seed," The Filly stood up on her hind legs so her front legs could reach Rex's hand, "The Pleasure's all mine!"
And they shook.
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563514
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Other,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Crossover,Human,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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My little pony: Ravens in the shadows
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A Raven guard ship comes to Equestria in the middle of a war
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<p>The ponys of Equestria are more desperate then ever a war betwen Equestria and the Changelings strained the lands both sides gaining and loosing ground almost daily as one day the battle-ship of caipten Sagitarius enters the orbit right over Canterlot</p>
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2024-08-17T20:38:11+00:00
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2024-08-19T19:56:48+00:00
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Brother Sagitarius?" The astartes entered the controlcontrol bridge of the battle cruiser. The flashing lights of the interfaces and screens that were filled with data gave the room a green and red undertone, reflecting from the shiny polished armor of the tall,broad figure in front of a whide window facing the plannet in front of the ship. The shoulder plates of the astartes caipten were snow white, the dim light reflecting from the pitch black armor.
"Yes Brother?" Sagitarius voice made the astartes flinch. Every time his caipten spoke,the astartes seargent could hear his father's voice. The caipten turned to the battle brother that had just entered.
"This world is not on any imperial maps, and even the tech priests don't seem to know it. But we found multiple Xeno races on this world; they seem to be fighting each other and haven'tn't noticed us, brother!"
"Hmmmm," Sagitarius looked back to gaze at the unknown plannetin front of him. "Run more scans. We need more information about the Xenos!" Sagitarius commanded his eyes not breaking the suspicious glare at the strange world.
The astartes behind Sagitarius nodded,nodded, "Yes, my lord!" He said with a stirm yet agreeing tone before walking back out to pass along Sagittarius orders. The corridor in front of the astartes was long and simple not mutch decorations, just a simple white corridor with a few heavy doors left and right. The space marine walked down the ship, passing through groups of Servitors and other men, some of them imperial guards, others normal engineers or medical staff, waiting for work to give them a task to do. After eventually reaching a room full of systems screens and holograms, he took off his helmet. "The caipten ordered more scans; he says we need information." The astartes spoke in a dominant and commanding tone.
"Ah, brother Umbra I hear you told Caipten Sagitarius about our finds! How did he react?" A space marine came in with a red shoulder plate with a skull painted on it. Four mechanical arms came out of the tech-marines power armored back.
"He sounded interested,brother, but I think the caipten has other worries than the foul Xenos," Umbra answered in a slightly anoyed tone in the back of his voice.
"I must agree, brother Umbra. Though caipten Sagitarius pretends to be calm i can feel he is trubbled that we still dont have contact with the rest of the Imperium. And if I may be honest, the possibility of what could have happened scares me as well, and I'm sure you aren'tn untouched either,seargent." The tech-marine said this said while working on an interface next to the holomap in the middle of the room.
"I believe it is just a malfunction or that wharp storm may toke us to a whole new galaxy." Umbra spoke with a calm,thoughtful voice as the space marine watched his battle brother work.
Soon the holomap started changing and formed into a replica of Canterlot, showing all the details, even small cracks in buildings and the smallest potholes in the roads.
"What is this?" Umbra asked, his tone still calm and collected.
"It seems to be a sort of city, though the Xenos' technology looks primitive and very undeveloped." The tech-marine spoke, his eyes scanning the hologram in front of him, looking closely at every little detail.
Meanwhile, Sergeant Umbra had already walked back in the direction of the control bridge, meeting Sagittarius midway.
"Caipten Sagitarius!" Umbra begann "The tech-marine has managed to get the first map of the world, my lord!" The seargent said with a calm yet a hint of admiration in his voice.
Sagitarius nods, taking in what Umbra just said: "That is a good start. I will go and have a look for myself." The astartes caipten said it with a calm, steady tone.
Both astartes walked back to the room that hosted the hologram, and the normal humans stared at Sagitarius as he passed them. Even for a space marine, Sagitarius was a sight to see; he was much whider than most astartes; his arms were thicc like those of a Terminator, and the white, shining polished energy claw he caryed on his right arm gave a strange unnerving feeling to the small men and women that worked on the ship. The energy sword placed on Sagitarius waist gave a quiet humm in the scabbard holding it as the astartes advanced through the corridor until they reached their destination.
"Interesting." Was the only thing Sagitarius said, staring at the hologram. Hours whent bye Sagittarius stare not leaving the holograph even for a single second.
"My lord?" The rather mechanical voice of the tech-marine broke the silence. "We found more information about the Xenos."
"Continue," Sagitarius commanded in a stirm yet sort of friendly tone.
"This city seems to be called Canterlot and is the capital of an empire; Equestria is its name."
"Empire? How many worlds do they control?" Sagitarius spoke in an interested tone.
"None, my lord. They don'tn even fully control this world, these Ponys, as they call themselves."
"Ponys? You mean like the animals from ancient Terra?" Umbra asked, his voice filled with suspicion.
"No brother. They may have similarities to them,but these Xenos look like a hybrid between humans and horses." The techmarine explained as the holomap deformed into a 3D model of Celestia. "This one seems to be the ruler."
"Hmmmm." Sagitarius looked closely at the pony-human hybrid in front of him. It stood on two limbs, but where feet were, it had hoofs. The Xenos body was covered in white fur, and it had wings and a horn, as well as human arms and hands, but its face was a horse snout. "These creatures look strange," Sagitarius mumbled.
"But we have also found these ones." The tech-marine said with a hint of joy in his voice as the holograph of Celestia formed into that of Chrysalis. This one had a large horn on its head as well, and its fur, closer to a bug's exoskeleton, was black, close to that of the astartes armor. "These ones call themselves the Changelings brother Sagitarius," the tech-marine said, looking as well at the hologram in front of him.
"The Xenos look strange; I don't trust them. But maybe they have just what we need." Sagitarius began with a little anoyance and excitement in his voice: "I will go down there, prepare a thunderhawk, and two Terminators, Umbra. You stay up here and make sure no one gets stupid ideas." Sagitarius said before walking out yet again and with a fast pace approaching the dock.
City of Canterlot 09:43 AM [/b
Celestia and her sister Luna looked down at the walls that surround Canterlot, their home city, both dreading what lies beyond them.
"This can't continue! Surely there is a way to stop this war without even more bloodshed!" Celestia said, trembling with fear.
"Sister, some people just don't want to hear the reason" Luna tried to calm Celestia down. "Chrysalis is smart, and perhaps we can make a deal with her, but we don't know what she would want. This is the only safe option! When the Changelings forces break through the gate, the guards will moaw them down; there is no chance of this failing."
"Yeah, your probably right, Luna, at least I hope so." Celestia said her heart was beating faster and faster at the thought of what might happen to them when Chrysalis managed to get them.
"Come, sister, we should go inside." Luna said, ripping Celestia out of her thoughts.
"Oh yes, sure, I'm right behind you, Sister."
Battleship Voiddagger 9:52 AM
"Is everyone ready, brothers?" Sagitarius spoke to the two terminators and the assoult marine that would accompany Sagitarius on his adventure.
"Yes, my lord!" Came from the marines synchronous.
"Then let us not waste further time! I trust you, brother Umbra!" Sagitarius gave Umbra a last look before the thunderhawk sped off to the unknown lands of Equestria.
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G-man2010
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563518
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Angel,Fluttershy,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Angels Depression
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Fluttershy notices that Angel is very sad
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<p>when it was dinner time at the cottage, Fluttershy calls Angel downstairs. but she sees that instead of his normal happy face, she sees that he looks depressed. and decides to help him. will Fluttershy get Angel to smile again?</p><p>here is my first story. it might be crappy to some of you, but i wanted to try my best to see if i can make a good story about your pet being sad.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-16T22:13:19+00:00
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2024-08-16T22:13:19+00:00
| 104 |
"Angel come downstairs, it's dinner time!!!" Fluttershy called for her beloved pet bunny. But then 2 minutes went by but Angel has not come down for dinner. It was a little strange. "I made carrot stew, your favourite!!!" Fluttershy called again.
She knows that Angel loves carrot stew. It was his favourite dinner. Then, Fluttershy sees that Angel is coming downstairs. She knew if she brought up his favourite dish, he would come down. But to Fluttershy's surprise, Angel was not in a good mood. But he was not grumpy tho. He was depressed.
"Angels what's wrong?" Fluttershy asked the little white rabbit. "I thought you loved carrot stew." Angel nodded showing that he still liked carrot stew. "Then what is the matter?" She asked again. Fluttershy walked towards the couch to sit down and called for Angel to sit beside her.
"Is everything okay?" Fluttershy asked. Angel shook his head. There was something borthering him and it was not good. "Then do you want to tell me?" Fluttershy asked. Angel wanted to tell her but he thinks that she might not understand. "Angel, it's okay." Flauttershy said. "You can talk to me. and i promise i will listen."
Angel then decided to tell her about what is troubling him. He told her that he was depressed because he thinks that Fluttershy likes to spend time with her friends more than spending time with him. And that she never wants to hang out with him. "Who told you that?" Fluttershy asked. Angel shook is head. Telling her that nopony told him this
Angel then tells Fluttershy that he is the one that thinks this, And that sometimes he wants to spend time with Fluttershy, And tries to tell her that. But she ignores him and tells him that she is going out to hang out with her friends. "Oh dear" Fluttershy says to her depressed Angel. "I didn't know you felt this way."
Angel then started to cry really hard as hundreds of tears started to flow down his cheeks. Fluttershy then scooted closer to him and put a wing around Angel and pulled him close. "Shh, shh, shh," Fluttershy says as she rubs her wing on his back. "It's okay, let it all out." Angel tried to fight back his tears, but he couldn't. They just flowed down his cheeks as he leaned on his caretaker, crying his eyes out. And all that Fluttershy can do is hold him close.
Angel then stopped crying and sat back up. "Angel," Fluttershy started to speak up. "I am so very sorry. i didn't realize you wanted to spend time with me. i just thought you wanted to say bye." Angel looked down at the ground. he knew that Fluttershy was not understanding at all.
"But now i know, that you wanted to spend time together. just the two of us. and i am very sorry for making you feel this way." Angel looked back up at Fluttershy. Now knowing that she did understand why he was depressed. And that he wants to spend some quality time with his owner.
"So now that you have told me this. this week, you have me all to yourself. We will spend time together everyday. And when my friends need me, i will just tell them i'm very busy. How does that sound?" Angel nods. now knowing once again that Fluttershy is going to spend time with him instead of running off to her friends.
"Lie down." Fluttershy says. the both then lie down on the couch and Fluttershy grabs the blanket thats on it and lays it down on them. Angel then scoots closer to Fluttershy and then she wraps her wings around him and pulls him closer. then Angel wraps his tiny little arms around Fluttershy's waist.
Then he starts to smile. Fluttershy did it. She made him happy again. And all of Angels grief has been replaced by a bunch of snuggles from his caretaker "You know Angel," Fluttershy says to her now happy Angel. "I'm glad you're in my life. and without you, i don't know if I would be happy. But i'm glad you are and i am enjoying this time that we have together.
Angel's smile grows larger after knowing that Fluttershy does care for him and that she will always will. And that he was a little bit more importent then her friends. Then Angel lets out a big yawn and puts his head on Fluttershy's hoof. and then pulls her closer to him.
Angel then realizes that even tho Fluttershy loves to hang out with her friends. she still loves her bunny no matter what happens. even if they fight and get into arguments, Fluttershy will always love her little Angel. and that she does not know what she would do if he was not there, cuddling her.
Then Fluttershy realizes that she made dinner. but then decided to save it for tomorrow and she can heat it up. Then she kisses Angel's head as she starts to doze off herself. "Goodnight my little bunny. I love you." Fluttershy says before Angel falls asleep.
She then brushed her wing back and forth on the back of Angels head. and then started to sing Angel a lullaby as Fluttershy started to drift off to sleep.
"Hush my little Angel, don't say a word. Fluttershy will always have your back. Even tho i might be gone, Fluttershy will always love and care for you. And even tho sometimes we fight, Fluttershy will never love you less. and even tho you get into a lot of trouble, you will always be my favourite bunny. so hush my little angel please don't cry, because i will always be there.
Then Fluttershy drifted off to sleep. With herself and Angel, snuggling on the couch. knowing that they will be there for each other no matter what happens in their lives. and that they will always love each other the same as always.
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DarkShadowSpark
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563524
| 1 |
Twilight Sparkle,Zipp Storm,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex
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Into Ships
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Princess Twilight Sparkle and her fellows never truly left Equestria behind. They just took some time off, not expecting it going downhill that terrible that fast. Well Twilight is back now and eager to "rebuild" trust and retake her proper position.
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<p>I don't ship characters often, apart from some widely known ones, like TwiDash (OTP), TwiShy, FlutterDash, TwiPie or the like. (Not even having thought of G5 and ships until 2h ago) But when my weirdness hits the right way in a combination of to much caffeine, less sleep, far to late into the night and some good newly released, catchy music of people I certainly enjoy with the right cover ^^ ...Well you got <b>this!</b></p><p>Please don't take this ship too seriously. I didn't also while writing. But it sounded just hillarious <img alt=":rainbowwild:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/rainbowwild.png"/><br/>Ship what and who you want...I won't judge, even if it happens to be a pony and a rock!</p><p>Triggers include:<span class="spoiler"> f/f, cunnilingus, heat/arousal, scent, other kinks</span></p><hr/><p>Cover is a screenshot taken from within the YT Video "Into Ships", a parody made by My little Romance and uploaded by PrinceWhateverer. None of these awesome people were harmed in the process of this kinky shit, I promise xD</p>
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mature
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2024-08-17T00:16:16+00:00
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2024-08-18T08:26:44+00:00
| 429 |
"Well, that wasn't what I was expecting and neither did I reach orgasm, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel great. Thank you your radiance.”
That were the last words Zipp heard from Hitch before the heavy door separating the room she was in and the next fell close with a loud thump. Now she was kinda trapped with the ancient alicorn alone in this room. More precise Princess Twilight Sparkle to name the royal mare by her title.
“Princess Twilight? Does your highness really think that is a good idea? Can I really trust your words?”
The mighty lavender alicorn looked down onto Zipp Zephyr Storm, while the other mare looked up, and regarded the young mare with one of her kind smiles. “Surely I do. All of your other friends and even your younger sibling so far have trusted me and they haven't regretted it even for a split moment.
Zipp's head darted to the side in thought. “Well if that's so then I will as well. Pipp might be a bit naive at times but she knows how to read ponies and their intentions far better than I. If she could trust your royal majesty then I will also.”
The pegamare’s head lowered in reference. “I'm all your's, your highness, Princess Twilight. Do as you please with me!”
With a smile the lavender alicorn began to raise herself and quickly lifted her fore lock to place it right in the center of Zipp's chest. Forcefully but carefully forcing the pegamare to lay onto her back with one single calculated shove of her pure alicorn strength.
"Wow!" sputtered Zipp as she tilted over and her back and wings gently impacted onto the smooth and silky sheets of Twilight's quarters from the royal mare’s sudden shove. Her hips and rear legs instinctively parting halfway to keep her balanced on her back.
Zipp didn't get to utter anything more or even think another thought, for she could quickly see Princess Twilight's enormous figure beginning to slowly trot over to her. The alicorn´s immense shadow looming and settling over her body and face. Blocking out most of the grand chandelier’s light that was suspended at the ceiling.
Head dipped to the side Princess Twilight regarded the white pegasus and smiled wide as the other mare gave her consent with a nod.
"Lie fully back please, my dear Zipp," Twilight requested and Zipp did as she was commanded, propping herself up backwards with her front hooves for support. "No, no!”, the alicorn said with a shake of her head. “No need for that also. Just spread your legs fine and nice and let me do all the work. You literally don't need to do anything else. Just relax. I want to get your trust, remember? Aunt Twilight will take care of your worries and needs properly. That's my royal vow."
Twilight couldn't say that without at least a little bit of giggling. Quickly joined by Zipp as well, as the smaller mare relaxed and also moved her forelegs neatly to her sides.
Zipp spread her rear legs as requested and swung her tail to the side of her thighs, whereupon Princess Twilight had already dived down between her haunches and her warm and gentle breath began to flow against her buttocks. Zipp could feel her labia winking wider in arousal, still just as wet as they had been all this time while she anxiously waited for the alicorn mare to arrive. She might only have had an idea of what the princess truly wanted and not of the how but it had been enough to stain her nether lips with a not to be discarded wetness. It already felt really good as the warm breath of the alicorn brushed over them. And so far Princess Twilight hadn't even started properly…
With her head already dipped between Zipp's flank, Princess Twilight set to work.
Her nostrils flared as they breathed in the potent, innermost sour-spicy scent wafting of from one of her subjects sex for like the tenth time today. Like the last times over in the other rooms, however, it was a smell she could never get enough of and she proceeded to take deep breaths in and out for nearly a minute.
"A little more, please, Zipp." Zipp did as asked and spread her rear legs even further to either side of Princess Twilight's head. Which resulted in the two outer lips of her marehood being pulled further to the side as well, and Twilight was now grazed again with the pegamare's most private depths. Even far deeper than the constant winking of the white mare’s sex had allowed her so far. The feminine scents were now also at least five times stronger than before and the space between Zipp's thighs was literally drowning in her musky arousal pouring forth from her pussy.
Twilight didn´t even have to touch Zipp. Her warm and gentle breath was all it took for the pegasus’s pussy to open all on its own and putting itself on display far more boldly than she’d ever dared to witness. Zipp's pussy lips opened wide, showing a teardrop-shaped flash of pink with her big heart-shaped clit thrusting up from the bottom of it. As the smaller mare's pussy lips closed again, a tiny little stream of clear juices trickled down between her inner walls, dribbling over her butthole and down into her bedsheets to join the new puddle of arousal.
Was Zipp even aware of how utterly gorgeous her marehood was and smelled at all? Twilight herself wasn't sure, but she hadn't for a long time seen one that was so perfect and smooth. Slightly darker and redder than her fur, the bulb of it bulged out from between Zipp´s ass cheeks in a pouty little way that seemed just perfect for her prim and pert subject. Her pussy lips followed the line of a slight inward curve and showed just the barest hint of a deeper, brighter pink in the tiny gap between them once they closed. Even where the curves of her pussy met the ring around her asshole and flowed up into the curves of her rump, there wasn’t a single wrinkle or blemish. Twilight would truly never have thought such an immaculately perfect pussy was possible for a non alicorn but Zipp had proved her quite wrong today. Maybe harnessing, selecting and savely crossbreeding the best genes of pony´s for seventeen generations hadn't been that bad of an idea after all. But that would remain a secret only to alicorn’s…maybe one day in the future.
Twilight smiled down on Zipp and the smaller and far younger mare up to her. Cheeks tinted a rosy red with a fierce blush. The young Zephyr princess could really consider herself very lucky to have such an attractive body and female biology.
But she had plans Twilight reminded herself. She had spent enough time marveling about Zipp's mare parts and inhaling the sweet scent the same produced. Now it was time to set to work like she had intended to do minutes ago and finally again taste such a young mare’s flavor. From the corner of her eyes she could see Zipp patiently but still very nervously waiting for Princess Twilight to begin what her mind told her to do.
Twilight stuck out her tongue and moved her head down into Zipp's lap and to her nethers, finally making contact. Zipp gasped, quivering from held back anticipation and feeling Princess Twilight's smooth tongue on her at last. Oh wow! I actually didn't think she would actually do it for me. She is a regarded royal princess after all…I was so mistaken!
Twilight made no reply, at least not a verbal one, her tongue however embedded in Zipp's aching horse pussy was sufficient to cement her point. The taste of the pegamare graced her tongue once more and gradually increasing her motions she licked deeper, longer and harder into Zipp's equine hood.
Such sweet youth and fertility…I really should encourage Luna, Celestia and Cadance more to not only keep it between us four and finally reach out to our subjects again. We might be graced with an eternally youthful body and mind of mid twenties that is always in perfect health and conditions and at the core of fertility. But after two millennia these divine marehood’s can only amount to that much still for each of us. Also that stallion Hitch certainly had spirit...
She ran her tongue from the bottom of Zipp's puffy marehood just above the tail hole up to the end where the pegamare's lower lips were widely winking open and converging again in a sweet arc. As she did so, however, she never forgot to also lick right into the entrance with her tongue with each renewed movement across Zipp's entire marehood. Flicking especially hard against the heart-shaped knob at the top of the female equine’s sex.
The excited grunts Twilight received for her efforts from the pegasus were the confirmation she needed to know she had done everything right so far. Soon she decided to proceed with the next step in her trust inspiring and building plan and lowered her muzzle completely to Zipp's nethers. She pressed her muzzle firmly on the upper, or presently lower, end of both labia to seal the winking entrance and not waste a single drop of this young mare. Then she began to strongly suck on them and swallow the juices from Zipp's marehood while her tongue continued its job deeper inside the other mare's birth canal. Her eyes were tightly closed and she blocked out everything around her except the flavor and smell she was so intimately taking in from Zipp's crotch.
Very slowly Twilight worked her way further and further up Zipp's marehood, never stopping her suction or licking. She lingered on Zipp's clit until she noticed her muzzle beginning to tire from the constant sucking. Eventually and with some regret Twilight had to lift her muzzle out of Zipp's crotch and removed her tongue from the pegamare's vagina at the same time. Her eyes lingered for a while on the thick, wet and inviting petals of Zipp's drenched sex.
Should she wait until she recovered and then further lick over this juicy pussy again? Twilight's eyes wandered higher and stopped and lingered just above the upper edge of Zipp's marehood. Yep exactly there! In thought Twilight now shook her head. Umm, no she really meant to get to the main course of her meal now. The thing that weirdly had so far always granted her the trust, willingness and writhing from her subjects she desired if probably handled. Well she certainly wouldn't complain of it being that easy.
That's why Twilight pushed herself a little higher with her hooves onto her grand bed and approached what lay directly above Zipp's delicious pussy. Her two mammary teats and another reason Twilight had been aiming for up to now.
The thing she had been working towards for the last few minutes and everything she had done with Zipp so far today. Even though the juices from the depths of her subject's pussy were extremely tasty and tempting and the scent still tried to captivate her in, Twilight now had other plans. Or rather, only one plan left as the third and last on her mental list to fully gain the smaller mare's trust.
Twilight’s gaze carefully swept over Zipp's teats. They weren't huge, at least in comparison to the size her own full alicorn body had to the standard build pony. But then again she wasn't by any means a “standard” pony, was she?
Eagerly Twilight moved in and began to suck on them, causing the pegamare to start moaning: “Oh Princess Twilight, that feels soooooo good!” Twilight herself didn't say anything verbally but her working muzzle on Zipp's teats still spoke entire paragraphs.
Zipp’s head fell back in a silent moan. She was literally in heaven. Sunny surely hadn't lied when she said the ancient alicorn mare knew what she was doing. The lavender princess definitely had some practice and was skilled from literally being thousands of years old. Zipp had had some worries before of becoming part of Princess Twilight's harem until her days end, like the rest of her friends, but they had melted away now. Flowing as freely from her mind as her mare honey currently did as the ancient alicorn sucked her tests dry and soon again ate her out a second time.
For a being of such high status to consider doing such a low task far beneath her for one of her subjects simply to gain her trust was impressive. Sure Princess Twilight did get another faithful ‘sex slave' out from the deal and therefore far more than she did but still Zipp was more than happy.
What more was there for a pony in life to achieve than submit their body to an immortal and eternal goddess for the laters sole pleasure? To be cared for until the end of your days by one of Equestria’s mighty rulers simply by being faithful to her only for a very small price. She just had to obey the princesses demands and pleasure the alicorn with sex, desire and orgasms from both her marehood or herm-cock each and every single day whenever she wished. Zipp couldn't think of anything better than that really.
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debrecen
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563528
| 1 |
Pinkie Pie,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Pinkie Pie à la Shqiptare
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When an unknown condition sweeps across Ponyville, Twilight, Pinkie, and Rarity must confront the reality of Albanization face-to-face.
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<p>When an unknown condition sweeps across Ponyville, Twilight, Pinkie, and Rarity must confront the reality of Albanization face-to-face. </p><p>As a person whose parents are from Vlorë, Albania, I wanted to share a bit of the culture I love so much in a fun and light way. I hope you enjoy! Nese edhe ti je ilir krenar haha te lutem me kontakto!</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 references to Albania, Albanian culture, and elements of the Albanian language...you have been warned.</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>
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everyone
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2024-08-17T01:30:21+00:00
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2024-08-17T01:30:21+00:00
| 67 |
Rarity was in the middle of organizing her extensive collection of imported silks when the boutique's door nearly burst off its hinges. The force of the intrusion sent a delicate roll of lavender fabric cascading to the floor like a wave of haute couture doom. Before she could register what was happening, Twilight Sparkle, looking frazzled beyond her usual book-induced panic, zipped into the room with Pinkie Pie bouncing along behind her, a wide grin plastered across her face.
“Twilight, darling, what is the meaning of this?” Rarity began, trying to maintain her composure despite the assault on her orderly workspace. “You’ve knocked over my—”
“Rarity!” Twilight interrupted, her voice hitting a pitch that would have shattered glass if her magic weren’t doing that already as she frantically sealed the windows with whatever spells she could muster. “There’s no time! We have a major problem on our hooves! A virus is spreading all over Ponyville!”
“Virus?” Rarity's tone shifted from annoyance to concern. “Is it like the Pony Pox? Or, Celestia forbid, feather flu? Whatever it is, I simply cannot afford to fall ill right now—I have three custom orders due by the end of the week!”
“Oh, it's not like any of those, silly!” Pinkie Pie chimed in, bouncing over to the now barricaded door. “This virus is super-duper weird! Twilight says it’s from another dimension, from a planet called Earth!”
“Another dimension?” Rarity’s sapphire eyes widened as she processed the information. “And you’re telling me it’s some sort of alien virus? How ghastly! But surely, with all the magic at your disposal, Twilight, you can stop it?”
Twilight, who was pacing back and forth like a wound-up spring, shook her head vigorously. “That’s the problem, Rarity! No magic works on this virus! I’ve tried everything—counter-spells, potions, even consulting the Canterlot archives—but nothing has worked! It’s spreading so fast, and everypony who gets infected starts acting…strangely.”
“Strangely?” Rarity echoed, her concern deepening. “What do you mean by ‘strangely’?”
Twilight took a deep breath, looking Rarity straight in the eye with a mixture of terror and disbelief. “The virus comes from a group called the Albanians. It... well, it Albanizes ponies!”
There was a pause. Rarity blinked once, then twice, waiting for Twilight to clarify, but nothing came. Pinkie Pie giggled, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
Rarity tilted her head, her elegant curls bouncing slightly as she tried to make sense of what she had just heard. “I’m sorry, darling, but I must have misheard you. It Albanizes ponies? What in Equestria does that even mean?”
Twilight’s horn sparked with anxiety as she struggled to find the words. “It’s hard to explain. The virus changes them—ponies start speaking in strange accents, wearing unusual outfits, and developing an obsession with... um, raki and bizarrely lavish weddings! They start talking about something called ‘besa’ and—oh, Rarity, it’s all so confusing!”
“Raki? Weddings?” Rarity repeated, her fashionable mind trying to stitch together the pieces of this bizarre puzzle. “Twilight, this sounds more like a cultural phenomenon than a virus!”
“Tell that to the ponies who were seen grilling entire lambs in their front yards this morning!” Twilight snapped, her wings flaring out in exasperation. “It’s already too late for some of them. Fluttershy was seen wearing... gold chains!”
At this, Pinkie Pie let out a delighted snort. “Oooh, I wonder if this means we’ll get to have an Albanian-themed party! I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance with those fancy scarves!”
“Pinkie…how do you even know about that?” Twilight inquired skeptically.
Pinkie paid her no mind, and continued glancing blankly at the room around her.
Rarity, however, was not amused. She was trying to imagine Fluttershy in anything remotely flashy and failing miserably. The thought of Ponyville’s delicate, demure caretaker suddenly blinged out was enough to send shivers down her spine.
“So, what do we do?” Rarity asked, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her. “How do we protect ourselves?”
Twilight, eyes wide with dread, trotted over to the nearest corner, motioning for the others to follow her. “We barricade ourselves in here until I can figure out a way to stop this! We can’t let the virus get to us! The last thing we need is for everypony in Ponyville to—”
But before she could finish, there was a loud *thunk* against the door. The three ponies froze, their eyes darting towards the source of the noise. Twilight quickly used her magic to push a nearby dresser in front of the door, adding to the makeshift barricade.
Pinkie, still grinning as though this were all a delightful game, whispered loudly, “Ooooh, maybe it’s an Albanian now! I wonder if they like cupcakes?”
Rarity and Twilight exchanged horrified looks, but before they could react, Pinkie Pie started humming a cheerful tune, completely oblivious to the escalating tension.
“Albanized or not, we’re not opening that door!” Twilight declared, her voice trembling. “We’re going to stay right here, safe and sound.”
Rarity, still struggling to wrap her mind around the concept of an ‘Albanian’, nodded and huddled closer to her friends. “Well, whatever happens, we’ll face it together,” she said, trying to sound brave despite the absurdity of the situation.
The three ponies, now firmly tucked into a corner of the boutique, listened intently as more strange noises came from outside. Twilight’s magic was flickering faintly around them, casting a soft lavender glow that did little to ease their nerves.
Pinkie, on the other hand, was still smiling, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Hey, do you think Albanized ponies like confetti? Because I’ve got a ton of it!”
With the three ponies huddled together in the corner of the boutique, the tension in the room was palpable. Twilight Sparkle kept glancing at the door, her ears twitching at every noise from outside, while Rarity nervously adjusted her mane for the tenth time in as many minutes. Pinkie Pie, however, seemed completely at ease, humming a catchy tune as if they were just waiting out a rainstorm rather than a potentially world-changing virus.
“Twilight, I’m not sure how much longer we can stay here,” Rarity whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I mean, what if somepony else needs help? Or what if that dreadful virus somehow sneaks its way in here?”
Twilight was about to respond when she noticed something odd. Pinkie Pie, who had been bouncing in place moments ago, had suddenly gone very still. Her eyes, normally bright and mischievous, were now glazed over as if she were deep in thought.
“Pinkie?” Twilight asked cautiously, her heart skipping a beat. “Are you feeling okay?”
Pinkie slowly turned her head to face them, and a strange, unfamiliar expression crossed her face—one that neither Twilight nor Rarity had ever seen before. It was a look of... determination? No, it was more than that. There was something almost regal in the way Pinkie held herself, as if she had just remembered something very important.
“Pinkie Pie?” Rarity asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Shhh,” Pinkie replied softly, raising a hoof as if silencing a classroom of rowdy students. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Twilight strained her ears, but all she could detect was the faint sound of wind outside.
“The call,” Pinkie said, her voice taking on a weight it had never carried before. “The call of my ponies.”
Rarity exchanged a concerned glance with Twilight, who was now inching closer to Pinkie, her horn glowing softly as she prepared a spell—just in case.
“Uh, Pinkie, maybe you should sit down,” Twilight suggested gently. “You might be coming down with something.”
But Pinkie shook her head, a smile spreading across her face as she seemed to grow more confident with each passing second. “Oh, Twilight, I’ve never felt better! In fact, I feel...incredible!”
Twilight and Rarity both recoiled slightly as Pinkie’s voice took on a thick accent, one that sounded nothing like her usual cheerful tones. It was deeper, more intense, and completely foreign.
“Ju nuk keni asgjë për t'u shqetësuar, miqtë e mi të vegjël!” Pinkie declared, her accent heavy as she beamed at them. “Kam vetëm një dëshirë tani—a të ndihmoj ju dhe gjithë popullin e Equestrisë të përqafojnë trashëgiminë time të mrekullueshme!”
“What?” Rarity mouthed to Twilight, who looked equally baffled.
Twilight’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh no... Pinkie, are you... Albanized?!”
“Albanized?” Rarity gasped, recoiling even further. “Oh, no, darling! Please tell me you’re joking!”
But Pinkie’s grin only grew wider. “Oh, po, Rarity! Nuk ka asgjë më të mrekullueshme se të jesh një shqiptare e vërtetë!” She clapped her hooves together with such enthusiasm that Rarity nearly toppled over. “Dhe unë jam krenare të them se jam tani një shqiptare e pastër!”
Twilight, now trembling slightly, reached out a hoof, her voice shaky. “Pinkie, maybe we can—uh—find a cure? I’m sure there’s some kind of antidote to this virus. We just have to—”
But Pinkie cut her off, leaping to her hooves with an energy that seemed boundless. “Antidotë?! Përse do të doja një antidotë kur kam fituar trashëgiminë më të madhe që dikush mund të ketë! Fërges Tirane dhe flamuri i Shqipërisë!” She practically danced around the room, her movements erratic but filled with joy.
Twilight and Rarity pressed themselves against the wall, eyes wide with horror as Pinkie continued to speak in the strange language. And then, before their very eyes, Pinkie’s mane began to take on a different hue—streaks of red and black appeared as if she were channeling the Albanian flag itself. Her usual carefree expression was replaced by one of fierce determination.
“Çamëria apër Shqipërinë!” Pinkie suddenly shouted, her voice booming with a patriotic fervor that shook the very walls of the boutique.
Twilight and Rarity screamed, their hooves clutched together in terror. “What do we do?!” Rarity wailed, her normally pristine appearance disheveled by panic. “She’s completely gone Albanian!”
Twilight’s mind was racing, trying to think of any spell, any potion, any book that might offer a solution, but all she could do was stare in disbelief as Pinkie’s transformation continued. It was as if the virus had tapped into some primal part of her, unlocking a side of Pinkie they had never imagined.
“Do not worry, little ponies,” Pinkie said, her accent now fully dominating her speech. She looked at them with eyes full of what could only be described as patriotic wisdom. “I will lead my fellow Albano-Ponies to victory. Together, we will reclaim our honor and bring glory to Shqipëria!”
And with that, before Twilight or Rarity could even blink, Pinkie darted to the door, her movements swift and purposeful. She pulled the barricade aside as if it weighed nothing, flung open the door, and dashed out into the street, her cries echoing through the empty town.
“Përgatituni për betejë!” she called out, her voice strong and commanding.
Twilight and Rarity scrambled to the door, peeking out just in time to see the incredible sight unfolding in the town square. Ponies, now clearly infected by the same virus, began assembling into orderly lines, their faces stern and serious. Some wore makeshift uniforms that resembled traditional Illyrian garb, others carried banners emblazoned with the double-headed eagle, and all of them moved with a sense of purpose and unity that was both awe-inspiring and utterly terrifying.
Rarity clutched at her chest, feeling faint as she watched the Albano-Ponies—her friends and neighbors—march in perfect synchrony. “What in Equestria is happening, Twilight? This... this isn’t normal!”
Twilight, her mouth agape, could only shake her head. “I... I don’t know, Rarity. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s like they’ve all been taken over by some kind of... Albanian spirit!”
From the head of the procession, Pinkie Pie stood tall, her mane still streaked with red and black, her eyes blazing with a fervor that was almost contagious. She raised a hoof high, and the crowd fell silent, waiting for her command.
“We march!” she cried out, her voice ringing through the air. “For Albania! For our people! Përpara, Shqipëria!”
The crowd roared in response, and with that, they began to move, marching out of the town with a precision that was almost military. Twilight and Rarity could only watch in stunned silence as the Albano-Ponies—led by their once-cheerful friend—disappeared over the horizon.
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. Twilight and Rarity stood frozen in place, their minds struggling to process the surreal events that had just unfolded before them.
Finally, Rarity broke the silence, her voice trembling. “Twilight... what in the wide, wide world of sports just happened?”
Twilight didn’t answer immediately. She was still staring at the empty street, her mind racing with questions she had no answers to. But as the reality of the situation began to sink in, she turned to Rarity, her expression one of sheer disbelief.
“I... I think we just lost Pinkie Pie,” she said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. “To Albania.”
Rarity’s eyes welled up with tears, not just from the shock of what they had witnessed, but from the deep, inexplicable sadness of losing their dear friend to something so utterly bizarre and unexpected. “DAMN IT, DAMN IT ALL TO TARTARUS!”.
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 1 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T02:05:54+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:09:34+00:00
| 122 |
There’s something about her that always puts a smile on my face. Was it her kind heart? Was it the way she cares for and talks to animals? Maybe it’s just the way she looks. I get that fuzzy feeling, the kind you get when your masculinity turns feminine, each time I see her on my favorite cartoon show.
It’s hard to imagine that someone as old as me would watch My Little Pony. While many see it as strange that I watch such a television series, in my perspective, its comfort–an escape from the dark reality that I live in. To watch pastel-colored ponies go on adventures to discover the power of friendship and bringing harmony to all of Equestria beats watching society fall apart because of violence, drugs, sex, and alcohol.
Today is no different than any other day for me. One of my favorite episodes came on Discovery channel on my sixteen-inch flat screen, which was donated to me by my local church when I lost nearly everything I owned, where the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo all have a sleepover at Fluttershy’s. Some may suspect that I live in some old run-down studio apartment; however, I’m living in far worse. Thanks to a used solar generator and a one-person pop-up tent, being homeless isn’t as bad as most would make it out to be.
The show got to the part where it was time for the Cutie Mark Crusaders to go to sleep, but because they couldn’t sleep. Fluttershy sang to the trio, ‘Hush Now, Quiet Now.’
“Her voice is so gentle and serenating,” I thought to myself, holding my worn-out ten-inch plush of Fluttershy. Sometime I wish that she was real. I can already imagine what it would be like to have her right there to comfort me, cuddle me to sleep, and give me joy, healing the emotional hole I have in my heart. Lost in my thoughts, I was brought back to reality when Sweetie Belle sang her version of the lullaby, causing me to jump.
As the episode came to an end, I shut the television off and turned off the generator to save power and let the solar panels charge the lithium ion batteries. Still thinking about that beautiful mare, I took in some of the stuff that I learned from the episode. It’s hard to believe that in my depressing and sad lifestyle that something as simple as a pastel-yellow Pegasus with a pink mane and tail would give me joy, but it does.
I would have never become homeless if it wasn’t for the constant run-ins with the law in Tennessee. Ever since my father sent threatening text messages to all of my family members pretending to be me, my grandmother passing away when I ended up in jail because of my father doing that, and my ex making false allegations resulting in me becoming a sex offender for life for a crime I never committed, life has never been the same for me. There have been multiple times I have attempted to take my own life, including overdosing on a bottle of anti-depressants, but somehow my suicide attempts was unsuccessful. God is keeping me alive for some reason, even though all I see myself is a homeless bum living on the streets of Boston Massachusetts in a tent.
Now five in the evening, I decided to make me a cup of ramen noodles, which has been my diet for the past two months since becoming homeless. I took the bag of ramen and slammed it to the ground a few times to break apart the noodles. I then poured the ramen followed by outdoor-temperature lukewarm water in the cup I bought off the jail commissary, put the lid on the cup and put it to the side to let the noodles absorb the water. While I let that happen, I put my miniature TV into my suitcase. I tend to keep everything together just in case someone tried to rob or stab me for my stuff. I already had a few close encounters with others in my homeless encampment.
I opened a small slit in my tent to grab the solar panel that’s wired to my generator. As I reached for the panel, I felt a shift of temperature, sending goose bumps up my arm and chills down my body. Thunderstorms were coming in, and that is one of the last things I needed to deal with sleeping in a cheap Wal-Mart tent. Even though the tent is waterproof, the condensation was my biggest concern. Swiftly, I grabbed the solar panel and closed the tent back up, then packed the generator and solar panels carefully in my suitcase.
Thunder started to rattle the ground, followed by the light pitter-patter of rainfall as I was eating my now softened noodles–my Fluttershy plush sitting in my lap by my arm. The light rainfall turned to a downpour, with the sky getting darker making the whole area dark as night. The combination of rain and darkness made me drowsy. After quickly eating the noodles, I took my blanket and pillow out of my suitcase and laid my head down to rest, holding my plush near me. Times like this I wish Fluttershy were here to comfort me during these harsh storms.
As I started to doze off, there was a loud squealing noise and then a bang. Immediately after I felt heaviness then I blacked out.
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 2 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T02:16:21+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:09:52+00:00
| 90 |
A parade of lights and sirens flooded the South Boston area. Multiple police cruisers, fire trucks, and EMTs arrived on the scene of a vehicular accident. A car spun out of control at the crossing near the homeless encampment. The driver apparently went too fast in the pouring down rain, hydroplaned, and took out some of the encampment.
First responders are working hard in the stormy weather. A couple of canopies were set up for Metro Boston investigators and first responders. Three tents have been struck by the vehicle, one tent containing a couple who got killed on impact, one containing a younger man who surprisingly escaped, and then there’s me and my tent.
Everything happened so quickly. I had no idea what all was happening. The only thing I recall before being put in the back of an ambulance was that something struck me. Unknown to my knowledge, my vision blurry, all I can see is a white-lit box with medical equipment and an oxygen bag on my face with an EMT pushing the large bubble of the bag every few seconds.
I attempted to look around to see what all is nearby. Looking at my right arm, an IV is inserted, providing fluids to stabilize me. On my left down at the bench next to the gurney is my suitcase. At least they were courteous enough to grab that. Somehow, my suitcase suffered little damage to the impact. By my left arm is my Fluttershy plush.
` I attempted to smile at the sight of her, wincing at the pain. I could only guess that I was still holding her after I was struck and the EMTs saw me holding her. Shortly after, the nearby EMT said what I guessed was ‘move faster’, which was followed by a sudden rush feeling from the accelerator of the ambulance, causing me to black out again.
Complete darkness is all I could see around me. There was nothing in front, below, above, or behind me. I could see my feet and my arms, almost clear as day, but everything around me was nothing but an endless void.
“Am I–dead?” I thought, yet the thought of being dead was too unsettling. Being a Christian, I expected something—different—rather than a dark void of nothingness. I expected to be standing in front of my lord and savior Jesus Christ, not stand in the middle of blackness.
“Mikeyyy,” a distant female voice called out. My guard went up immediately at the distant voice. I didn’t know what was around and what to expect. But there was nothing nearby. Was I hearing things? Is it possible that all my years of Christianity was a lie? Why did the voice sound so familiar and sincere?
“Mikeyyy,” said the same voice, but in a higher but still gentle pitch.
“Who’s that?!” I demanded.
The female voice let out a cute giggle. “You know who I am Mikey.”
“Stop fucking with me!” I said angrily. “Show yourself! I don’t know this place and I don’t know who you are!”
“Oh but you do know me, your heart just doesn’t know yet. Just trust me and follow my voice.”
“And how do I know that this isn’t some sort of trap?” I asked, keeping my guard up.
“Just believe me, okay?” the voice replied, somehow more sincere and less threatening, which wasn’t threatening to begin with. Something inside me told me to trust it. I have no idea why my instincts are telling me to trust a random distant voice, but here I am, walking in a void of nothingness in the direction of the voice. It sounds so welcoming and rather calming. Do I know the voice? It sounds familiar–like I heard it somewhere.
“There you go, you’re almost here. Just a little more,” the gentle voice said. I wanted to turn back, but I kept on trekking ahead towards the voice that’s calling for me. I couldn’t break the urge to go back, to ignore the voice, to try and run. My mind wasn’t letting me. I could be heading towards certain death, if I’m not dead already. I was taking a risk and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
As I get closer, a familiar figure can be seen in the distance. Bright as the glow of a halo, the figure was floating in the air. I got closer to the figure.
“It can’t be,” I thought to myself. My eyes adjusted to the figure as I was just feet away from it. A bright-yellow Pegasus light directly at me. Its pink, curly mane and tail and cutie mark consisting of three pink butterflies showing its beauty. Its eyes, teal-colored, showing a sign of gentleness and can only be described as welcoming.
I cannot believe what I’m seeing right now, almost as it’s too good to be true. I rubbed my eyes to see if I’m seeing things, even pinching myself, but the Pegasus is still there!
“Fluttershy, y-you’re real?!” I asked, shocked at the sight of her.
She giggled. “Of course I’m real Mikey. I’ve always been real.” Tears flowed in my eyes. I felt happiness for the first time in years. I never thought that I would be in the presence of my favorite pony, who helped me through most of my life, but here I am.
She got down to my level, still hovering in place. She looked more beautiful up close. I wanted to embrace her in a hug, but I stood there shell-shocked. She landed in front of me, wrapped one of her wings around me, and brought me in for what felt like the warmest hug I ever received. I embraced her, feeling the warmth of her fur. I felt happiness on a scale I never felt before.
“Come with me,” she said. “Let’s go to my place.”
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 3 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T02:17:46+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:10:05+00:00
| 74 |
I followed Fluttershy through the dark void to a bright light. It got so bright that I had to use my hand to block out some of the luminance as it was hurting my eyes. Suddenly that bright light turned to a bright-colored landscape.
The darkness below me became bright-green grass, above me became a beautiful cerulean blue, with white fluffy clouds and what looked to be a factory in the sky producing rainbows and clouds. Surrounded by us are many examples of Mother Nature’s works. In the distance looked like a town, bright and welcoming to anyone who dwells in it. In the opposite direction is a sanctuary-like cottage with a river flowing in front and a variety of wildlife creatures out and about.
“This way,” Fluttershy instructed, pointing to the cottage with her hoof. I followed her to her humble abode. I’m actually in Equestria! I can’t believe it! It looks so welcoming! I felt at home!
As we approached her cottage, she pushed open the door, gesturing me inside. She followed behind me, closing the door behind us.
“Make yourself at home,” she said with a smile.
It’s five-thirty at night and Massachusetts General Hospital is busy as usual. The ambulance arrived at the side entrance of the emergency room. The ambulance arrived at the side entrance of the emergency room. EMTs acted quick to get me and my property out. Two triage nurses are waiting at the entrance.
“Patient identified as Michael Thomas. He’s the victim of a car accident, struck in a homeless encampment. His condition is critical,” the EMT pushing the gurney I’m in said.
“Take him to the trauma wing immediately,” one of the triage nurses demanded, the EMT doing as she ordered. They rolled me down the hall to the trauma wing, lowered the rain of the nearby bed, unstrapped me from the gurney and moved me cautiously to the bed. As the EMTs left, a doctor, identified as Doctor Richard, came in and analyzed my body which is covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts from the incident. The team hooked me up to a heart monitor and oxygen system. Doctor Richard ordered CT scans, X-Rays, and a series of blood tests.
“He’s clearly in a comatose state.” Doctor Richards pointed out. “Run an IV and get some blood samples. Also prepare some Anesthesia to cut down on any pain that he might be feeling. Order a CT scan and X-Rays immediately.”
“Yes sir,” said the nearby nurse, jotting down my vitals shown on the monitor. The medical provider, identified as Angela, walked into the room.
“Doctor Richard, he doesn’t have any emergency contacts listed and he’s registered as homeless,” Angela said.
“That’s fine,” replied Doctor Richard.
“He’s also a registered sex offender,” Angela continued.
“What’s his criminal record got to do with anything?” asked Doctor Richard.
“I just wanted to bring that to your attention sir,” Angela replied.
“A patient’s criminal record does not prohibit us from providing them treatment.”
“I know but–” Angela was interrupted by Doctor Richard.
“I don’t care if our patient is the suspect of a mass shooting!” said Doctor Richard in anger. “It’s our job to save his life!”
“Alright, but we may have an issue.”
“And what is that exactly?!” Doctor Richard asked, already infuriated by Angela’s conduct.
“He pre-requested a DNR. We can’t help him.”
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 4 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T02:29:18+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:10:21+00:00
| 68 |
“A DNR is not the same as a DNT!” Doctor Richard exclaimed. “We can still treat him as long as he has a pulse!”
“Sir, he’s in a comatose state. He’s actively unresponsive, therefore we can’t legally treat him,” Angela stated.
“Look up the word ‘resuscitate’ and I can guarantee you that legally we can still, and will, treat him!”
“Your lawsuit, not mine,” Angela said sarcastically.
“Oh my God, I have so many questions!” I said excitingly. As I’m sitting on her couch, Fluttershy is putting together some food— a combination of vegetables in a smooth broth. It smells delicious.
“I bet you do. However, there is something I need to tell you first.”
“Is something wrong?” I asked, concerned at the tone of her reply. Fluttershy put the now cup-up vegetables in the pot and trotted up to the couch, letting the vegetables cook in the broth.
“Well yes and no. I have no problem with you living here with me. The problem I have is that you’re a different species. I don’t want to keep you captive here in my home, but at the same time I think ponies would either freak out or be curious about you.”
“Well isn’t there a way to turn me into something else?”
“I can’t, but now that you mention it, I believe I know somepony who can.” Fluttershy trotted back to the kitchen to check on the vegetable broth.
“You mean Twilight?” I asked.
Fluttershy froze in surprise. “You did you-“
“I watch you and your friends on TV,” I interrupted.
“Right,” Fluttershy said in relief. “I forgot.”
“It’s okay,” I assured her. “I can tell you aren’t used to having humans here. In fact, I think we’re both going to need to adjust to this in some way or another.”
“You make a good point,” Fluttershy responded. She poured two bowls of vegetable broth, carefully putting them on her back to bring to the couch. She trotted back to the couch directly in front of me.
“Thank you,” I said. I closed my eyes and bowed my head. “Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this food which is made for the nourishment of our-“
“Uh, what are you doing?” Fluttershy interrupted. “Also, who are you talking to?”
Oh shoot, I forgot ponies don’t believe in God like I do. I don’t even know if Christianity exists in Equestria.
“It’s complicated,” I said.
“What is?” Fluttershy asked curiously, her head tilted to the side.
“Have you heard of the Bible?” I asked.
“The Bi-what?” Obviously confused and lost, poor Fluttershy doesn’t seem to know about Christianity or any religion in fact. Is there a religion in Equestria?
“It’s a religious book,” I said. Then it hit me. Princess Luna and Celestia are the two goddesses who inherit all of Equestria. Is that even a religion?
“I have never heard of it,” Fluttershy said. “Maybe Twilight has that in her library.”
“It’s possible.” Without completing grace, I took a sip of the broth. “This is delicious!”
“Glad you like it,” Fluttershy said joyfully.
“What’s the broth made of?”
“Oh just a combination of spices,” Fluttershy replied.
“Well it’s absolutely amazing.” I finished the broth and carried the bowl to the sink.
“We’ll have to see Twilight tomorrow,” Fluttershy said. “It’s already getting dark out.”
“Then would this be a good time to go and see her then? No one is going to be awake to see a human, so no one could ask questions.”
“Yes but I don’t like being out in the dark,” Fluttershy said, shivering at the thought. I walked back to her and held her close to comfort her, which calmed her down instantly.
“I understand Fluttershy. We can wait until tomorrow.” Fluttershy snuggled close to me as we sat together on the couch. The fact I’m actually holding her in my arms with her nuzzled up to me has officially healed my emptiness. My dreams were finally coming true.
Suddenly there was a knock at the front door.
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
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Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T02:29:24+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:10:33+00:00
| 65 |
The knock at the door broke the warm embrace and had me immediately go into panic mode. I threw myself off the couch towards the direction of the kitchen, which startled every animal in a twenty-foot radius, causing them to scurry. I quickly got up and ran behind the wall that divided the living room and kitchen.
Before Fluttershy could get to the door, it swung open. A flash of cerulean blue with a rainbow stripe behind it flew in above at Mach speed. Just inches from the wall on the opposite side of the cottage, the Pegasus made a U-turn and halted right at Fluttershy in the air. I immediately recognized the Pegasus as Rainbow Dash. Confirming my suspicion, I stayed out of her sight.
“I told you not to barge in like that,” Fluttershy said in an annoyed tone.
“Sorry Shy. I heard a lot of banging and movement after I knocked. I wanted to be sure that you’re okay.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Fluttershy, still disgusted with her entry.
“Are you sure? You haven’t been out all day. Everypony is worried about you.”
“I’m sure. Now what are you here for?” Fluttershy asked, wanting her to just go away.
“Twilight sent me here. She says that we need to be at the castle now.”
“Can it not wait until tomorrow?” asked Fluttershy.
“She says it’s an emergency,” Rainbow exclaimed. “She didn’t say what’s going on, but it’s something about a disturbance between universes, whatever that means. I can’t even imagine knowing what that means.”
“Sounds bad,” Fluttershy said. As I’m listening to the conversation, Fluttershy’s mischievous little bunny, Angel, hops up to me.
“Oh please, don’t Angel,” I thought. I saw that look in his eyes that screams “I’m going to ruin your day.” Angel saw a pot that I apparently knocked over laying close to me.
“Don’t do it,” I whispered. Angel kicked the pot, sending it across the floor into the wall, making a loud noise. Shit, I’m done for.
“Hey! Whose over there?!” Rainbow aggressively said. I froze completely, hoping that she’d think it was nothing. I heard hoofsteps coming my way.
Oh God I’m fucking dead. Just as that thought ran through my mind, I was face to face with a furious blue Pegasus.
“Who and what are you?” Rainbow asked, raising a brow. I was in complete shock. Do I say something? Do I stay silent? Maybe if I stay completely still she won’t see me. If only it worked that way.
A reassuring voice spoke up. “Dash, leave him alone. Mikey it’s okay. You can come out and speak.” I slowly came out, shaking visibly in fear. “H-hello,” I said.
Rainbow dash stood in utter shock. “You can talk?!”
I nodded.
“He’s a human. He’s– not from here,” Fluttershy said with uncertainty.
“A what?” Rainbow asked, confused.
“A human, basically someone who can walk on two feet, can talk like us, and some are really intelligent.”
“Isn’t that what Lyra always talked about?” asked Rainbow.
“We don’t speak of her, but yes,” Fluttershy confirmed.
“Well it’s nice to meet you. Sorry for scaring you, Name’s–”
“Rainbow Dash,” I completed.
Rainbow gave a shock expression. “How did–”
“It’s a long story,” Fluttershy said.
“So wait, Shy you said he’s not from here. Where’s he from?”
“Um, remember how you said five minutes ago that there was a disturbance between universes?” Fluttershy asked.
“Yeah, what about it?” asked Rainbow Dash, an eyebrow raised. Then she realized what she was implementing.
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 6 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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2024-08-17T03:38:49+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:10:45+00:00
| 63 |
“Are you insane Fluttershy?!” Rainbow Dash said angrily. “He can’t stay here! He has to go back to his world!”
“He can’t go back. I brought him here because he was in distress.”
“He’s an alien to our world! What would Celestia and Luna think if they found out?!
“I’m sure they wouldn’t have an issue with it,” Fluttershy said.
“Shy, it’s not just dangerous, it’s outright criminal! You don’t know what he capable of! He already knows our names!”
“He watches us on TV,” Fluttershy pointed out.
“Girls?” I said, trying to get their attention.
“Don’t you think that’s not at all strange?!” Rainbow Dash continued. “He sounds like a spy!”
“Girls,” I said again, slightly annoyed.
“He’s not a spy! He’s going through a lot of stuff right now!” Fluttershy said in anger.
“That sounds like an excuse to spy on us Shy! We can’t trust him!”
“Girls!”
“What?!” The duo shouted in unison.
“First off, Fluttershy is right! I’m not a spy! I never asked to be here! The last thing I remember before I met Fluttershy in a black void was that I was in the back of an ambulance!”
“And how can I believe you?” Rainbow asked, trotting up to me and squinting at me to try to see if I’m telling the truth.
“That’s the thing; you can’t. There’s no legit way to find out if I’m being honest without some magic or supernatural being to prove it.”
Rainbow dash sighed in defeat. “You’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. Now, don’t you two have a meeting to attend?” Both of them looked at each other and nodded.
“We need you to come with us.”
A harmony of beeps played across the trauma wing. It’s been a busy night in Massachusetts General Hospital as one of the worst thunderstorms of the year went through Boston. Several patients have been brought in over the last two hours. Nurses and doctors are constantly on the move.
Doctor Richard received a notification that my results came in. He had set me as a priority patient. He hurried to his workstation to assess the lab work, CT scans, and Radiology reports. The blood work came back normal, so that was a relief to him. He opened up the x-rays from the radiology reports and immediately noticed a crack that ran from the back of my skull to the top, but no other bond damage to the head or any other part of my body.
“Hairline crack from rear of skull by spinal column to top of skull, close to forehead region. Further assess for concussion,” he put in his notes. “Also assess for nerve damage to spinal column.”
Finally, he opened the CT scan. He immediately noticed damage to the central nervous system which confirmed his suspicion for nerve damage. Additionally, he noticed some very unusual brainwave activity, as if it was emitting too much activity. For someone in a comatose state, that is rather unusual.
“Confirm nerve damage to spinal column. Higher than normal brainwave activity while patient is in a comatose state,” he added to his notes.
“Order an MRI. Also see if we can get authorization to operate on his skull,” he said to Angela.
“I think you’re making a terrible mistake Doctor Richard.”
“I’ve been in this field for twenty years,” he said to her. “I know what to do and when to do it. Now please do as I ordered.” Angela shrugged her shoulders and did what she was ordered to do without hesitation. He hated being bossed around by him, constantly being told what to do. If it wasn’t for the pay, she’d quit right there and then.
It wasn’t just that. She also had hatred for the homeless. Then when she heard the sex offender bit, her hatred for me grew, wishing I was dead. She didn’t care about me as a patient, but she knew that she had to follow Doctor Richard’s orders in order to keep her job.
As Doctor Richard was inputting his final notes, an alarm went off on the intercom.
“Code Blue in T4, code Blue in T4,” said the computer-generated voice.
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563529
| 7 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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2024-08-17T02:29:32+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:10:59+00:00
| 59 |
Several members of the hospital staff ran to Trauma Room 4 where I was having a seizure. Immediately they began stabilization protocol to get my seizure to stop. They injected levetiracetam in my IV line, which immediately began to work, stopping my seizure.
“I want an MRI and another CT scan done on him immediately,” Doctor Richard ordered. Now he knew why my brain activity was so high suddenly. However, he wasn’t sure why the seizure happened and why it happened so late.
Nearly everypony is asleep at this time, with a few still wandering the streets of Ponyville. Though not far, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash decided to take me on the scenic route, about two-hundred feet in the air. I’m holding onto Fluttershy around her neck, praying to God that she doesn’t let me fall to my death.
“Where’s the seat belts when you need them?!” I said, fearing for my own life and safety.
“I can tell you’re not used to flying Pegasai,” Rainbow Dash said laughing.
“What gave you that idea? My expression or the fact I’m trying not to piss myself?!” Both Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash laughed. They slowly descended to Twilight’s castle. It’s amethyst-colored building stood tall before all of us. When Fluttershy landed, I tossed myself on the ground, trying to catch my breath.
“The next time we decided to go airborne, at least give me a parachute!” The duo laughed again. Once my heart rate returned back to normal, I picked myself up.
“Well here we are,” said Fluttershy. Man, I used to remember Twilight’s tree house being here. I knew this castle was put here in its place after Tirek destroyed the tree house, but it’s as beautiful as I imagined it to be.
Rainbow Dash opened the doors and gestured me and Fluttershy in. As we went in, Rainbow Dash followed behind and closed the door behind all of us. As we approached the throne room, Fluttershy stopped both us right before the threshold.
“Mikey, for your safety, please don’t enter until I call you in,” Fluttershy instructed in a quiet tone. I nodded in silent. Both Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash entered the threshold as I stood by the wall before it.
The mane 6, including Starlight Glimmer and Spike, stood at the round table in the center of the throne room. A holographic map with several icons hovered on the table. Everyone in there was waiting patiently for Twilight to begin her lecture.
“Thank you for being here everypony,” Twilight said. “Sorry to have to call each and every one of you on such short notice. Celestia has informed me of an unusual threat that’s here in Equestria, and she needs each of us to look into this and hopefully eradicate the threat.”
Each of the ponies at the table discussed amongst themselves trying to determine what or who the threat is.
“While I cannot seem to figure out what the threat is or the origin of the threat, the information I received from Celestia that I can provide to all of you is that there was a portal that opened close to Ponyville, just outside the town limits. It’s likely that portal opened a door to another dimension. It closed rather quickly to get more information on it.
“Celestia wasn’t able to get enough information on this portal or where it goes to, but there’s a likely chance that somepony or something is here with us in Equestria that is not supposed to be here.”
Silence filled the room.
“Here’s what I need from everypony here,” Twilight Continued. “Spike, can you pass me the assignment scroll?”
“Here you go!” Spike said, handing her the scroll. Using her magic, the scroll levitated and opened up in front of her.
“Pinkie Pie and Applejack, you two will keep an eye out for anything unusual. If you see someone or something that doesn’t belong here, catch and reel it here.”
“I’ll show em not to mess with ah cowgirl!” Applejack said with her southern accent.
“Let them get in the way of my party cannon!” Pinkie Pie stated.
“Rarity and Starlight, you two are on portal patrol. If you see any portals, immediately close them.”
“Yes ma’am!” The duo both said together.
“Finally, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, you two are on sky patrol. I don’t know if this threat is capable of flying, but you two are my eyes in the sky!”
“You can count on me!” Rainbow Dash said. Fluttershy stayed silent, but nodded.
“Does anypony have any questions before I adjourn this meeting?” Twilight asked.
“Actually, I think I might have the answer to this so-called threat,” Fluttershy said gently.
“Really?!” Twilight excitedly said. “What is it?!”
Fluttershy turned to the threshold. “Mikey, come here please.”
I come around the corner and stood right at the threshold, seeing all seven ponies and a dragon. Everypony except for Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash gasped in shock. Both Twilight and Starlight stood their ground, their horns illuminating as if they’re ready to attack me.
In the words of GLaDOS from Portal 2, “well, this is the part where they kill me.”
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MikeyTheFox
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Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T02:54:46+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:11:11+00:00
| 65 |
I closed my eyes expected to be incinerated or blasted to smithereens. As seconds grew, anticipation grew wider. I thought this was the end for me. If I die here, do I die in real life? Was I already dead and now I die in this afterlife? Would I become double-dead? Unanswerable questions flew at me at a million miles an hour.
The magical humming of the unicorns’ horns suddenly faded. Did I die already? Was it over? I opened one eye, and the same seven ponies and dragon stood in front of me. I’m alive still? My life was spared.
Twilight and Starlight looked at me with a combination of anger and concern. Did they realize that I feared them? Regardless, they kept me alive, and hopefully I stay that way.
“Who are you and why are you here?” Twilight Sparkle demanded.
“My name is Michael Thomas and to be completely honest with you, I’m not even sure how I ended up here in the first place.”
“What are your intentions?” asked Twilight.
“I have no intentions. I know I ended up here with the help of Fluttershy. I know I was in an ambulance being taken to a hospital. I blacked out, ended up in some dark void, and Fluttershy took me in, but that’s all I know.”
“Where are you from?” Starlight asked.
“I’m from Earth. To be exact, from Boston Massachusetts, United States of America. Please, have mercy on me. I’m not a threat.”
“And how do we know you’re not a threat?” Twilight asked, getting close to my face to study me.
“I have no way to stir up a threat or a problem! I have no magic, I don’t know spells, I know nothing! I’m just a mere human-being. Hell, where I’m from, I’m homeless, living on the streets!” Tears started to form in my eyes. Twilight backed away, the whole gang now showing concern for me. All the ponies, even Spike, were worried about me.
Fluttershy trotted up to me. She spread her wing and wrapped it around me in an embrace. Out of everypony, only Fluttershy knew me and my issues. Fluttershy turned to her friends.
“Mikey went through a lot in his life. I saw all he went through. He is no threat to anyone. I took him into my house so he can have somewhere to sleep. I took him through the portal everypony is all-so worried about. The so-called threat that opened the portal was me! If you want somepony to go after, then go after me! Mikey has nothing to do with any of this, and I’m ashamed that every single one of you would immediately jump to the conclusion that he is a threat without even getting to know him! So if you want someone to go after, then go after me! I’m your threat!”
“Fluttershy, I doubt in the slightest that you opened a portal to another dimension,” Twilight said. “You’re a–”
“Pegasus, I know,” Fluttershy cut in. “I had help.”
“Fluttershy, I want you to be completely honest with us,” Applejack said. “Who helped ya open ah portal?” A poof of magic flashed behind Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity, startling the group. A tall figure stood behind the four.
“The one and only,” The male voice said in a happy yet creepy tone.
“Of course,” Twilight said in disgust. “Discord.”
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 9 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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2024-08-17T03:35:11+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:11:22+00:00
| 64 |
The entire group looked at Discord with disgust.
“What?” Discord asked.
“I’m not even going to begin to wonder why you think it’s a good idea to open multidimensional portals!” Twilight exclaimed.
“Fluttershy needed my help, so I went out of my way to help a friend in need. You know what they say; a friend in need is a friend indeed!”
“You understand you could’ve brought a threat to Equestria?!” Starlight said angrily.
“Oh please, you act like there are no threats here to begin with,” Discord said.
“He’s got a good point,” Pinkie confirmed.
“Shut up Pinkie,” Rainbow Dash said.
“See? Even she knows!” Discord said sarcastically.
“Alright Discord, so answer me this then,” Twilight said. “How many of these ‘portals’ did you actually open up?”
“Just that one. I have no reason to cause Chaos here in Equestria. I’ve retired.”
“And the lie detector determined, that was a lie,” Applejack said.
“No I mean it! I did not open any more portals!”
“I was referring to the retiring from chaos statement, idiot!” Applejack said.
“Wow, harsh name-calling, but yeah you’re right. I can’t retire from the one thing I love to do.”
“Why are you even here?” Twilight asked. “Don’t you have better things to do?”
“I’m wherever I want to be. I heard my name and immediately came here to see what’s going on. All I did was help dear Fluttershy with one simple task. If you don’t believe me, then don’t. But since you don’t want me here, I’ll be going.” Discord snapped his talon-like fingers then poofed away.
“Something tells me not to trust Discord,” Starlight claimed.
“I don’t know,” said Rainbow Dash. “Discord doesn’t seem to want any involvement in this. Maybe he isn’t as bad as we make him out to be.”
“You might be right, but for now, we need to see what to do about Michael here,” said Starlight. “He doesn’t seem to be much of a threat or issue, however, we can’t have some random–uh, what are you again?”
“I’m a human.”
“Yeah,” acknowledge Twilight. “We can’t have a human walking around Equestria. You need a disguise or something.”
“Could you just transform me into something else?”
“I could try. I don’t know if my shape shift spell works on humans,” Twilight said with uncertainty.
“Well I guess it doesn’t hurt to try,” I suggested.
“Alright, let’s give it a shot,” Twilight said. Her horn started to illuminate. She focused and concentrated. Everypony around her stood clear. As soon as they cleared the area, Twilight released all her magic onto me as a beam of light shot in my direction. I began to glow. A flash bang of light blinded me for a few seconds. As the light cleared up, I saw the group staring at me in shock.
“Well, did it work?” I asked.
“See for yourself,” Rarity said, levitating a mirror in front of me. I saw in the mirror a green-colored fox with green hair, white going down half my face and down my stomach, a green tail with black and white stripes. I looked down and see my green paws.
Holy crap! I’m my fursona! Everypony around is seeing how happy I was. All of them are smiling, all happy for me.
“I can’t believe that it worked!” Twilight exclaimed in disbelief.
“I’m so happy!”
“Well, how do you feel?” asked Twilight.
“I feel wonderful!” I said excitingly.
“You look wonderful,” said Fluttershy. “And honestly really cute.” I blushed. Fluttershy giggled.
It was dark in the radiology room. They had me inside the MRI scanner. Doctor Richard is standing behind the computer monitor, the technician doing his job to give Richard the best results to work with.
Carefully studying the monitor, Richard is cautiously identifying the problem. After some watching, he noticed it.
“There it is,” Richard pointed out to the technician.
“Looks like internal bleeding caused by the head injury,” the technician noted. “It looks like an extremely small fragment of bone was missed, enough to cause internal bleeding.”
“That would explain the seizure he had,” Richard said. “I’ve seen enough, shut the machine down and send the imagery to his chart.
“Yes sir,” the technician said. Shortly after that was said, I had another seizure on the MRI table.
“Shit!” Doctor Richard said. “Call code blue now!”
An earthquake shook in the area, the second one that night, except this one was of a heavier magnitude. The first earthquake was so light it was undetected. Books fell in the castle, falling on everyone in there.
“Is everypony okay?” Twilight asked, receiving a few groans in response.
“Where did that come from?” Rainbow dash asked in concern.
“Had to have been an earthquake,” said Applejack. “We hadn’t had one of dem in ah long time though.”
“Do you think it had something to do with Discord or that portal?” I asked.
“I don’t know, Twilight said, worried. “It’s possible.”
“Best we stay on guard. Be careful going home everypony,” said Starlight. Everypony started heading out. I stuck with Fluttershy. I realized before I left the room that I forgot to ask her something. I turned around to face Twilight.
“Hey Twilight. Before I go, do you happen to have a book called the Bible?”
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 10 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T04:08:59+00:00
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2024-08-17T15:47:58+00:00
| 64 |
To my amazement, she did! She also had a couple of other books that caught my attention, including ‘Flying for Beginners’ by Soarin’ the Wonderbolt, and `Equestrian Mythology` by Star Swirl the Bearded. She let me borrow the books and let me borrow a saddle bag to carry them with me.
Fluttershy stayed close to me, mainly because she’s afraid of the dark. I wrapped my tail around her, and she gave me a warm smile. She did all she can to keep me under her wing these last six hours, the last I can do is return the favor. She knew I was there to protect her.
As we slowly trotted outside the town limits, Fluttershy stopped dead in her tracks.
“Is everything okay?” I asked her.
Fluttershy looked at me directly in my eyes. I could sense she wanted to say something to me but couldn’t. She leaned in and kissed me, holding the kiss for a few seconds, closing her eyes. I was stunned. I felt a wave of emotions. My body shivered from the sudden embrace of her soft lips. It felt so warm. She then broke the kiss.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn–” before I let her continue speaking, I returned a kiss to her, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Both of our eyes closed as we held this kiss for a minute. She didn’t pull back, almost as she’s been waiting to live this moment. There was a spark between us. We both felt love. I didn’t want this moment to end. I was in love with her, and she loved me. I broke the kiss, staring her gently in her eyes.
“There’s no need to be sorry,” I said. “I felt the same way.” We continued our walk back to her cottage; my tail wrapped around her and her head leaned against mine. On arrival, I put the saddle bag with the books next to the couch. With both of us exhausted, her and I went to the bedroom and laid down, cuddled up together.
“I love you Mikey,” said Fluttershy.
“I love you too, Fluttershy.” We both closed our eyes, her in my arms, and I fell asleep with her. I’m so happy. My dreams finally came true.
“What do you mean you can’t approve the emergency operation?!” Doctor Richard asked Angela.
“It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I won’t.”
“Do you understand that you’re jeopardizing the life of a patient right now?!” Richard said in anger.
“He’s a homeless sex offender! I’m not going to save a life of someone who doesn’t deserve a life!”
“So let me get this straight,” Richard said. “You don’t want to save him because of your own personal dilemma?
“Pretty much,” Angela confirmed
“Get out of my wing,” Richard ordered.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I said get out!” Richard said in full blown anger, making all the nurses and other doctors look at him, then returning to their work.
“You have no authority to kick me out!”
“You either leave voluntarily or I will have security escort you out,” Richard stated. Angela hesitated for a moment, but finally marched out in anger. Richard went to workstation and wrote an email to Internal Affairs. He put in the subject field, ‘regarding Angela Taylor, MP.’
In the email, he wrote, ‘requesting immediate termination of Angela Taylor concerning patient discrimination. Taylor directly refused to work on a patient due to their criminal background. Stated that patient is a “homeless sex offender” and that she was “not going to save a life of someone who doesn’t deserve a life,” after she stated that she won’t approve an emergency operation.’ He sent the email then picked up his phone. He called the operator and waited for someone to answer.
“This is Doctor Richards. Transfer me to surgery.”
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 11 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T14:06:08+00:00
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2024-08-17T17:13:15+00:00
| 63 |
Morning has peaked. Celestia had already raised the sun and Luna already lowered the moon. The Pegasai are already hard at work, giving Equestria clear skies. Another beautiful day surrounds Ponyville.
I started waking up. Stretched out and yawning, I noticed Fluttershy was already out of bed as I laid there by myself. There was a sweet smell coming from downstairs. I got out of bed, fixed the covers on her bed and headed downstairs. I looked around the corner to see my beautiful mare cooking breakfast for the both of us.
I made an audible yawn. “Good morning Flutters,” I said to her. Fluttershy turned to see me and smiled.
“Good morning Mikey!” she said enthusiastically. I went over to her and gave her a kiss.
“I see that you’re up early,” I said.
“I just wanted to get the day started. I’m making us some oatmeal with hash browns.”
“Sounds, looks, and smells delicious,” I complimented.
“Go ahead and take a seat cutie,” she ordered. “I’m almost done making it.”
“Okay Cutie-Shy,” I said, making her squeak and blush. I giggled, kissed her cheek, and then headed towards the couch. As I waited for her to bring breakfast, I dug out the bible from the saddle bag and skimmed through it. It was an exact copy of the New International Reader’s Version. I wondered how on Earth–well, in Equestria–Twilight got this.
I would’ve never thought it was a bible at first. The purple-colored hardcover with a horseshoe print and a cross embroidered inside the print helped me identify that it was indeed a religious book, but never helped me confirm that it was bible. It was the bind that helped with identification with the version written on it.
It was obvious that it was rarely used. None of the pages had wear and tear. This confirms my ideology that nopony reads or knows the bible in Equestria. That or Twilight never reads it. Maybe she keeps it as a keepsake.
I stumbled across a familiar verse, John 16:20, which says, “what I’m about to tell you is true. You will weep and mourn while the world is full of joy. You will be sad, but your sadness will turn to joy.” In the context of the bible, Jesus was telling his disciples that he would be going away soon, that all his disciples will mourn him. However, this scripture caught my attention because it followed a similar pattern in my life.
Just less than twenty-four hours ago, I was struck by something while homeless in a tent, put in the back of an ambulance, and blacked out in a never-ending void. Now I’m happily living with the pony of my dreams.
“Your sadness will be turned to joy,” I mumbled to myself, holding back tears.
“Who are you talking to?” Fluttershy asked, startling me. She had my breakfast ready. I grabbed my plate, which had some delicious-looking oatmeal and hash browns. One thing I knew for certain is that she is an amazing cook. I also grabbed a cup of orange juice that she also had for me.
“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” I said to her, still holding back tears. I bookmarked the bible using one of the ribbons attached to it and placed it on the arm of the couch, gesturing Fluttershy to sit next to me.
“Are you okay Mikey?” Fluttershy asked, seeing the slight tears that formed in my eyes. She gave me a soft kiss on my cheek to comfort me.
“Yeah, I’m good. I ran into a bible verse I remembered that hit me pretty hard.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Fluttershy asked.
The operating room was quiet, other than occasional beeps from the heart monitor. I was sprawled out on a metal table. Anesthesia ran down an IV line into to my arm, and a mask producing Nitrous Oxide was over my face. Though I was in a coma, Doctor Richard wanted to be sure that I don’t wake up during a life-saving surgery.
The team had just removed the piece of skull fragment from my brain which was causing the internal bleeding. Gauze was placed in the area to stop the bleeding from continuing. They also repair my skilled and stitched the skin of my head back on. Now they just needed to be sure that everything will be okay.
After monitoring for fifteen minutes, it was concluded that the operation was a success. No more internal bleeding, no more seizures, no heavy brainwave activity, nothing. They wrapped my head in gauze and rolled me into the recovery ward, still in a comatose state.
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 12 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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| -1 | -1 |
<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T14:57:29+00:00
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2024-08-17T14:57:29+00:00
| 71 |
Sitting on Fluttershy’s couch, she and I were having a discussion about the bible, Christianity, and God. I referenced some scriptures to help her understand my religion.
“Wow,” Fluttershy said. “This ‘Jesus’ sounds very important to you Mikey.”
“Not just to me, but to anyone who believes in Him. The golden verse, John 3:16 says it all. ‘God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son. Anyone who believes in him will not die but will have eternal life.’ He died on a wooden cross so our sins may be forgiven.”
“And sins are bad, right?” Fluttershy asked.
“They’re very bad,” I confirmed. I flipped to First John “First John 3:4 says ‘everyone who sins breaks the law. In fact, breaking the law is sin.’ It’s like committing a crime, liken stealing or killing somepony, but instead you’re committing crimes against God. But look,” I pointed to verse five. “It says here, ‘but you know that Christ came to take our sins away. And there is no sin in him.’ Jesus is so righteous that because of him and because we believe in him, Christians like me are saved!”
“Can we ponies believe in Jesus?” Fluttershy asked.
I never thought of that. I had to process that question for a minute.
“I supposed,” I said with uncertainty. “The fact there’s a bible here in Equestria was surprising in itself. However, I don’t know if there are any other copies. It’s possible there is, but knowing Twilight, she likely got this from some secret library or something,” I said, jokingly. We both laughed at that last statement.
“I can see Twilight doing that,” said Fluttershy. As we finished our breakfast, I took the empty plates and cups, kissed Fluttershy on her for forehead and went to the kitchen sink. There was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” Fluttershy said. I ran the hot water and put some soap in the sink to wash the dishes. Fluttershy opened the door to two tall ponies, one pearl white with magenta, purple and teal mane and tail, the other midnight blue with a sparkly dark blue mane and tail. Twilight stood amongst the two.
“Princess Celestia! Princess Luna!” Fluttershy said in surprise, bowing in front of the two.
“Hello Fluttershy,” Princess Celestia said with a smile. Fluttershy got back up.
“What can I do for you two?” asked Fluttershy.
“Actually, we’re not here for you,” Celestia clarified. “Twilight told me you have someone else living here.” Fluttershy turned her head to me.
“Mikey can you come here please?” Fluttershy requested. I turned my head, not realizing who was at the door. My eyes widened at the sight of the two sisters. I quickly turned the water off and quickly headed to Celestia and Luna, bowing at their feet.
“You can get up sir,” Celestia said with seriousness. I did as she ordered. “So your name is Mikey?”
“That’s just a nickname Fluttershy gives me. My legal name is Michael Thomas, your highness.”
“You and Fluttershy must have a close bond,” Celestia assumed.
“Yes we do. We have developed feelings for each other,” I said.
“I kind of figured, especially when Luna was watching Fluttershy’s—unusual dream last night,” Celestia said with slight disgust. Luna threw up in the nearby bushes trying not to remember the dream she had watched. I turned to Fluttershy.
“Flutters do you-”
“Let’s not talk about it,” Fluttershy interrupted, her face now beet red and hidden by her wing. I nuzzled her to let her know I’m not mad.
“Michael, you tend to have a lot of compassion for her,” Celestia stated. “However, I hate to break this to you. You can’t stay here.”
“Oh? Is there some royal tax that I have to pay to stay here? I can find employment if I-” Celestia raised her hoof signaling me to stop talking.
“No, what I mean is that you can’t stay here in Equestria.”
“What?!” I said, upset at the statement.
“You’re an alien to our land Michael, an immigrant sort of speak,” said Celestia.
“Can I not legally migrate here? Is there something I can fill out that can let me stay here?” Tears started to form in my eyes.
“Sadly, there’s not,” Celestia advised. “You’re not of this world, so no paperwork would ever apply. Normally I would banish you to the moon until your species can come get you, but Twilight told me everything about you.”
“Sorry Michael, I had no other choice,” Twilight chimed in.
“I understand Twilight,” I said, my face completely soaked in tears.
“I understand that you are no threat Michael. I understand that you had a terrible past and present. I feel empathy for you, but unfortunately the law is the law. It’s time for you to go back to your home planet,” Celestia said.
I didn’t want to go, I finally felt happiness. In the first time in years, I felt joy, and now that’s being taken away from me. I plead for mercy at Celestia’s hooves.
“Please your highness! There must be something that can be done that will let me stay here! I don’t want to go back home! I love it here!” I can hear Fluttershy behind me crying. She didn’t want me to leave either. This made me cry heavier than before. I can feel her heart breaking.
“There isn’t, and I’m truly sorry,” Celestia said with concern in her voice. “I really wish there was something that can be done, but in this circumstance, there’s nothing. Now come. I already sought out the portal that Discord made to bring you here. It’s time for you to go.”
“Can I at least say goodbye first?” I pleaded. Celestia nodded in approval. I turned to Fluttershy, grabbed a hold of one of her hooves and looked right in her eyes. I can see the pain she was feeling as I felt the same. We both fell in love, cared for each other, and both hoped to live together for eternity. Now that’s all coming to an end.
“Fluttershy,” I started, tears flowing down both our eyes and my voice rasp. “You have given me so much happiness over a short span of time. You were there to save me from a bad situation. You took me into your home where I had nowhere to go. You were tender to me, shown me so much love and compassion. It hurts that this is all coming to an end now.
“I know that I will be back living on the streets when I go home. I know I’ll be back to having nothing but a few essentials and a tent to sleep in. You have made me feel like I’m someone and not just a nobody living on the streets. I will never forget you. I just ask that you please, never forget me and the memories we cherished together.”
“I will never forget you Mikey,” Fluttershy said in a sobbing voice. “I will find a way to see you or talk to you so you know that I’ll still be here for you.” We both held each other in a hug that lasted for what felt like an eternity. I didn’t want to let her go, and I think she didn’t want to either. Neither of us wanted this to end, but like Celestia said, I’m an alien in Equestria. I don’t belong here, even though I felt more accepted here than I did on Earth.
We broke the hug, which led to a kiss. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but felt like forever. We looked into each other’s eyes.
“I’ll miss you, Fluttershy.”
“I’ll miss you too, Mikey.”
I sighed in disappointment, turned to Celestia and Luna and nodded. “I’m ready.”
I followed behind Celestia, Luna stayed behind as a way to ensure I don’t run off anywhere. I looked past Luna and saw Fluttershy following behind her. We approached the same spot Fluttershy initially took me through. Celestia’s horn illuminated and a portal opened up. The two sisters stepped on each side of the portal, like royal guards standing by a doorway.
“Well, I guess this is it,” I said to myself. I walked into the portal. I looked down and I’m no longer my fursona. I turned back into a human being. The spell dissipated when I entered in. I turned around, seeing Fluttershy standing right in front of it, her face completely covered in tears. Before I could say anything else, the portal closed. All I see again is nothingness.
All I felt is nothingness…
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MikeyTheFox
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563529
| 13 |
Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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A Life of Shy
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In a comatose state, Michael meets the pony of his dreams, Fluttershy. All while he is trying not to get killed in Equestria, medical pros are doing everything to save his life. Will Mikey ever wake up from the coma, or live with Fluttershy forever?
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<p>In a world full of darkness, Michael, a homeless sex offender, became a victim of a terrible car crash which slipped him into a coma. As medical professionals work on saving his life, Michael met the pony of his dreams in a universe not of his own. As an immigrant in Equestria, Michael faces life threatening situations in both universes, but it doesn't stop him from falling for Fluttershy.</p><p>Scriptures taken from The Holy Bible, <i>New Internation Reader's Version®</i>, NIrV®. Copyright© 1995, 1996, 1998, 2014 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.</p><p>Some details in this story are based on true events, however, for confidentiality and protection purposes, names of real individuals (not ponies) have been modified or removed for their protection. Anything beyond the boundaries of this story is coincidental.</p><p>For the record, I actually wrote this when I was locked up in jail for 3 months. I have hand-written 38 pages the draft for this (not including editor notes, bonuses, and concepts). I hope you enjoy this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T15:39:46+00:00
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2024-08-17T17:13:49+00:00
| 105 |
The recovery ward was like any other unit. A harmony of beeps, nurses on standby at their stations, and occasional rings from the phones. It was quiet this morning.
“Doctor Richard, R7 is waking up!” the nurse doing checks shouted. Richard quickly got up and ran towards Recovery Unit 7, along with several nurses. I was talk of the entire ward.
“Michael, can you hear me?” Doctor Richard asked. I let out a yawn, stretched, and tried to let my eyes adjust to the light.
“Wh-where am I?” I asked, unsure of my surroundings and still adjusting to the bright room.
“You’re in Massachusetts General Hospital. You took a helluva lot of damage from a vehicle that lost control,” Doctor Richard said. “Don’t worry; you did suffer some damage to your head, but nothing a little surgery couldn’t fix up.”
“How long was I out for?” I asked.
“About twenty hours. You were in a coma,” Richard stated.
“Wait, where’s Fluttershy?!” I panicked suddenly.
“Relax, she’s right in your arm,” Richard assured. “She seemed important to you, so we made sure you held onto her the entire time.” Confused, I looked down at my arms, and sure enough, my plush of Fluttershy laid there in my left arm. I wrapped my hand around one of her hooves. “I’d like to keep you here until at least tomorrow. I want to be sure you’re stable before I release you. You may experience migraines, so I sent in a prescription for Amitriptyline to CVS for you.”
“Thank you, Doctor. Can I please change into some new clothes? I feel icky.”
“Sure thing,” Richard said. “Your suitcase is right there.” He pointed to the chair next to me. Doctor Richard and all the nurses left, closing the door to give me some privacy.
I got up carefully and went to my suitcase. I opened up the main compartment, noticing three items that I never put in there. However, I immediately recognized the first item. It was the bible I borrowed from Twilight, with the horseshoe print and cross. The other two items were the other books I borrowed. I put the bible on my bed and grabbed a change of clothes. I changed into the clean clothes, closed my suitcase and went to lie back down in the bed.
I studied the book and noticed a bulge on the inside behind the front cover. Turning to it, I noticed a folded-up sheet of paper. I took it out and read it.
“Dear Mikey, thank you for everything. You have brought me so much joy in the short time you were here. I already miss you and wish you could’ve stayed. I will never forget you.
“I asked Twilight if she can let you keep the book you borrowed, and she had no problem with it. Each time you see those books, please remember me.
“I will always love you, and I will think about you each day. Please don’t ever forget about me.
“With love, Fluttershy.”
Reading that letter brought me happy tears. I then remembered the scripture I flipped to. “Your sadness will turn to joy.” I was sad because I had to leave, and now I feel joyful knowing that what I had when I was in Equestria came with me. Shortly after, there was a knock at the door. I folded the letter back up, put it back where I discovered it and closed my bible.
“Come in,” I said. The door opened and a nurse came in with a tray of food.
“Thought you might be hungry,” the nurse said, lowering the tray to my lap.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You look like you’ve been crying.”
“Never better,” I assured her. The nurse walked off, leaving the door open. I bowed my head and said grace, giving thanks for the food. After I did my prayer, I looked up and saw four ghost-like figures standing by the doorway. I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things, but it looked too real. The ghosts staring back at me were Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Celestia, and Luna. All of them were smiling at me, happy to see me back home. I smiled back, tears rolling down my face. Twilight put her arm around Fluttershy, indicating to her that I am alright. Fluttershy cried happy tears with me.
A hospital card rolled by and suddenly they disappeared. It felt good to know that their spirits are still with me.
The next day I was discharged. A local church donated a tent and some food for me after the accident that occurred. Doctor Richard advised me that my medical provider was terminated for hate speech and that I’d be expecting a settlement from the hospital soon.
I also had company from Metro Boston Police, wanting to know if I wanted to press charges against the driver. I declined, considering it was just an accident and that I am still alive.
As I sat in my new tent, I reminisced on all the memories I had in Equestria, some bad and some good. I’m happy to still be alive, even though in the eyes of society, I’m no one.
I’m just glad to know that I’m important to someone in another world.
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steel soul
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563531
| 1 |
Hitch Trailblazer,Zipp Storm,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: A New Generation
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A Moment Before The New
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Zipp Prepares for her long-awaited coronation
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| 26 | 0 |
<p>As Zipp Storm prepares for her long-awaited coronation, the weight of her mother's legacy and the expectations of an entire kingdom rest heavily on her shoulders. The fearless and daring princess feels anything but ready to ascend the throne. Luckily, her steadfast companion, Hitch, is always by her side, offering warmth, reassurance, and the occasional cheesy joke to lighten her burden.</p><p>(Soft sequel to Stargaze)</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-17T02:35:25+00:00
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2024-08-17T02:35:25+00:00
| 321 |
Zipp Storm paced the floor of her room, her wings twitching slightly with each hurried step. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor as she walked back and forth, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
The day she had been preparing for her entire life was finally here—her coronation. She was to become the queen of Zephyr Heights, a title that carried with it not only the weight of tradition but the hopes and expectations of every citizen in the kingdom.
But despite the confidence she usually carried so effortlessly, today, she was a bundle of nerves. Her mane, usually styled in its trademark windswept look, had been carefully arranged by the royal stylists, though a few rebellious strands still fell into her face as she paced. The royal regalia lay on the bed, waiting for her to don it, but the thought of putting it on right now felt like the final step before stepping onto a stage where everyone would be watching, judging, and expecting her to be perfect. And then there was…that…
What if I mess up? she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. What if I’m not ready? What if he…
Just as her anxiety began to peak, there was a soft knock on the door. Zipp paused mid-step, her ears perking up. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and there stood Hitch, his warm, reassuring presence filling the room. In place of the nothing he would usually wear was an intricate cape made to match the mare’s wings. Something her sister had made just for him and his upgrading status from Princess’s Husband to Queen’s Consort.
“Pipp says it’s nearly go time, and…” The stallion paused, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of white pegasus before him. The way her wing twitched when she was nervous, the way her mane fell slightly out of place, the uncertainty in her eyes. It was plain to see something was wrong.
Nodding to no one but himself, he fully stepped within the room before closing the door behind him. With a gentle smile, he made his way towards the mare. “Hey there, Zipp…You doing okay?”
The soon to be queen’s eyes looked the stallion up and down, knowing that the smile on his lips belied the concern in his eyes. She shifted, timidly, something that was very much unlike her.
“Hitch…” Her voice was small as she spoke. “I…”
Before she could say another word he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he knew she might bolt if he moved too quickly. He reached out a hoof and gently brushed a stray strand of mane away from her face, his touch calming. “You love beautiful Zephyrina. You know that?”
The pegasus frowned, her expression turning into a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as she lightly battered him on the shoulder with her wing. “Don’t call me that, dork” she mumbled, her voice tinged with a touch of indignation.
He chuckled softly, clearly amused by her reaction. “What? It’s true,” he teased gently, though there was no mistaking the genuine affection in his voice. “You really do look beautiful.”
“Not that.” The mare hissed. "I told you it's only Zephyrina when we are in public. You call Zipp when we are alone…I’ll even take Zipper…But Zephyrina…not from you…”
Hitch’s grin widened. He leaned in slightly, his eyes twinkling softly as his hoof gently raised her chin. “So, you’re admitting that you’re beautiful, then?” he asked, his voice dripping with smugness.
Her blush deepened, and she huffed, trying to maintain her composure despite the warmth spreading across her face. “Dork!! I didn’t say that!” she shot back, her voice flustered yet playful. She tried to sound indignant, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her, twitching upward into a reluctant smile.
Another laugh escaped the stallion, clearly enjoying the moment. “You didn’t deny it,” he teased, his tone light but filled with genuine affection. “It’s okay, Zipp. It’s just us here—no need to pretend you’re not stunning.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the flattered look in her eyes, even as she tried to brush off his words. “You’re impossible, you know that?” she mumbled, her voice softening despite herself.
“Maybe,” Hitch conceded with a wink, “But I’m the impossible stallion that caught your eye so…It’s my win.”
Zipp couldn't help but join in his laughter at his teasing remark, the tension that had been coiling in her chest slowly unraveling under the warmth of his presence. “Haha…okay…l…I needed that.”
“Good. Always happy to help. Now then.” He tilts his head to the side. “Mind telling me what’s up. You usually don’t act like this unless you have something big on your mind…or you stole your sister’s chocolate again and she found out.” the stallion paused. “You didn’t steal your sister’s chocolate again did you?”
A small laugh escaped her, white colored wings fluttering a bit as some of the tension in her chest finally started to ease. “No, no chocolate heist this time,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Though, trust me, I’ve thought about it.”
Hitch chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. “Good. Because last time, I was pretty sure Pipp was going to launch a full investigation with security footage and everything.”
Zipp’s laughter grew, her nerves momentarily forgotten as she remembered how her sister had reacted to the missing chocolate bars. It felt good to laugh, to just be for a moment without the weight of the day pressing down on her.
But then the laughter faded, and she found herself staring at the royal regalia on the bed again, the knot of anxiety slowly winding itself back up. “But seriously,” she murmured, her voice softening, “It’s not the chocolate.”
The stallion’s playful smile softened as well, his eyes filled with understanding. He waited a beat before stepping closer to her, his tone gentle and full of concern. “So, what is it, Zipp? I know this day is a lot, but there’s something more, isn’t there?”
She bit her lip, feeling that familiar fear creeping back in. She didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to show this vulnerable side of herself, but she knew he wouldn’t judge her. If anything, he’d only try to help.
“I just…” she hesitated, unsure of how to put it into words. “I’ve always been the one who jumps into things headfirst, you know? The one who takes risks and deals with the consequences later. But…this was different. I thought I would have been ready by now. To be queen of a whole kingdom. Its what I was trained to do… but… this…” She shook her head. “Hitch, this isn’t just a risk. This is everything. And this is real…”
Hitch’s gaze remained steady as he listened, his silence encouraging her to continue.
“I’m going to be a real leader now,” she went on, her voice trembling slightly. “A queen. I’m supposed to be perfect. And…I thought I was going to be ready for this but I’m not. I’m already in my room having a panic attack and the crown isn't even on my head. What if I mess up? What if I let everyone down?”
“Oh…” The stallion frowned softly as he made his way to the mare. “Yeah…figured that was it.”
The mare frowned. “You…figured?”
He nodded as he came closer. "Yeah. I mean, this is a big deal, Zipp. I’d be worried if you weren’t feeling at least a little nervous. You’re about to take on the responsibility of a whole kingdom. That’s… huge." He paused as he looked towards a nearby window. “And by extension, me too…No longer a simple small town sheriff but a queen’s consort…that’s like…five steps below king?” He looked towards the mare. “Right?”
A small, amused smile tugged at her lips as she watched him, his eyes searching the horizon outside the window as if he were seriously considering the implications of his new title. “Five steps below a king, huh?” she echoed, her voice lightening a bit. “I’m not sure that’s exactly how it works, Hitch.”
The orange stallion turned back to her, his expression a mix of mock seriousness and a touch of real concern. “Yeah, but still… it’s a pretty big deal, right? I mean, I’ve always been there to keep the peace in Maretime Bay, but this? Being the consort to a queen? That’s a whole new level.”
“There is a difference though.” The mare spoke. “You’re more than just a small-town sheriff. You’ve always been a leader, someone people can rely on. Whether it’s in Maretime Bay where the ponies adore you or here in Zephyr Heights where our guards really respect you, that doesn’t change. Ponies seem to just…I don’t know…look up to you…” She paused and gently pushed him. “That goes for me too. I don’t think you’re just five steps below a king. You’re my equal in this.”
Hitch’s eyes softened at her words, and he stepped closer, closing the distance between them as he gently grasped her hoof. “I’m glad you think so, Zipp. Because, honestly, this is all new territory for me too. You won’t believe how scared out of my mind I am about…well…all of this.”
She tilted her head slightly, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face. “But… if you’re scared too, then why aren’t you panicking like me? I’m dang near a wreck.” she asked softly.
The stallion paused for a moment, his expression growing thoughtful as he looked into her eyes. Then, a gentle smile spread across his lips, one that held all the warmth and reassurance she had come to rely on from him. “Honestly?” he began, his tone soft but steady. “Whenever I start to feel like I’m panicking… I just think about you.”
The mare blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Me?”
He nodded. “When it was just me…Yeah I had others' respect like you said but…I really didn’t have anyone to turn to. Sunny was being…well…Sunny and Spourt was…well…you know…” He shook his head.”All I could do was rely on myself. But then you came and…as we hung out…I began to think about how strong you are, how you always charge ahead even when things seem impossible. You’ve always been the one who jumps in, takes risks, and shows everyone that it’s okay to be brave, even when you’re scared. I thought that I could be like that too…not being scared I mean.”
"But Hitch," the mare before him spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm am afraid. I'm afraid I won't be as good as my mother," She admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "She was such a strong leader, so sure of herself, and she always knew what to do. What if I really can't live up to that? What if I can't be the queen she was?"
The stallion smiled softly, as he leaned in towards her, kissing her cheek “I’m pretty sure I remember this conversation…back on that hill that night.” He smiled. “It's something I thought about a lot since I’ve been with you…so…I’ll say this…”
“You don’t have to be exactly like your mother. You’re going to be a great queen because you’re you. You have your own way of leading, your own strengths, and your own heart. That’s what’s going to make you a great leader—because you care so much, and because you’re willing to admit when you’re scared. That’s not a weakness; it’s a strength.” He smiled. “Like I said back then, it's not like you have to figure it all out on your own. You have your friends and your mother…and…well…me too. I didn’t run away when you said you wanted to be queen, now did I?”
“No,” she said softly, her voice gaining a little more strength, “You didn’t run away. Even when I still didn’t have it all figured out, you stayed.” She shook her head. “Why…did you stay?”
“That is because…well…i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you…because you are you.”
The mare’s gaze fell towards the stallion, before a soft laugh escaped her lips, light and hearty,"Geeze…You always say the cheesiest lines without even batting an eye," she teased, her voice light and playful.
The stallion grinned. "What can I say? It’s a talent," he replied with a wink. "Besides, it’s only cheesy if it’s not true."
Zipp rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. Despite everything—despite the weight of the crown, the expectations, and her own fears—Hitch had this way of making her feel lighter, like maybe everything really would be okay. She had always admired his steadiness, his ability to ground her when things felt overwhelming, and now, in this moment, she appreciated it more than ever.
“Well, you’re lucky it works on me,” she said, her tone still playful but with a touch of genuine affection. “Otherwise, I’d probably be kicking you out of my room right now.”
A soft laugh escaped the stallion as he stepped closer, nuzzling into her, his presence warm and reassuring. “Yeah, but you’d miss me too much,” he said confidently, though his voice softened as he added, “Just like I’d miss you.”
The pegasus’s heart fluttered at his words, her smile growing softer. She felt the tension in her shoulders ease, the pressure of the day no longer quite so heavy. Hitch had a way of reminding her that she wasn’t in this alone, and that meant everything to her.
“You’re right,” she admitted quietly, her voice filled with emotion. “I would miss you.”
For a moment, they simply stood there, the silence between them filled with a shared understanding. She knew there would be challenges ahead, but with him by her side, she felt like she could face them. He was right. She didn’t have to be perfect—she just had to be herself.
“And for the record,” she added, her voice lighter, “if you keep up the cheesy lines, I might just make them a royal decree. You know, make sure everypony has to hear them.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, don’t tempt me, Zippy. I’ve got a whole book of them ready. I call em ‘Dragon Dad Jokes’.”
The mare burst out laughing, her wings fluttering with the force of it. "Oh no," she managed between giggles. "I can only imagine what you've got in there, Hitch."
Hitch grinned proudly, clearly pleased with himself. "Oh, you’d love them. Sparky's a big fan too. They might be cheesy, but they never fail to get a reaction.”
Zipp shook her head, her laughter subsiding into a wide smile that lit up her face. “Rather thats good or bad is up for debate, Sheriff.”
The tension that had once filled the room seemed to have dissipated entirely, replaced by a warmth that wrapped around both of them like a comforting embrace. She nuzzled into him before pulling away, her gaze softening as she looked up at him.
“You know,” she began, her voice quiet but sincere, “you always know how to make me feel better. Even when I’m a nervous wreck, you just… make everything seem manageable.”
His smile softened, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “That’s what I’m here for,” he replied gently. “We’re a team, Zipp. And we’ve got this—together.”
The mare couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over her. She knew, Hitch by her side, the challenges ahead didn’t seem so daunting. He was her rock, her steady presence in the storm, and she knew she could rely on him no matter what.
“Thanks, Hitch,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
His grin widened, but there was a tenderness in his eyes as he responded, “Lucky for you, you won’t have to find out.”
“Good…because I’m kinda pregnant.”
Hitch froze, his grin faltering as the weight of her words sank in. His brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment as he processed what she had just said. “I…What?”
Zipp, meanwhile, brushed past him with a confident smile, her tail playfully flicking under his chin as she made her way toward the door. She glanced back at him, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she took in his stunned expression. “Come on, King Dork,” she teased, her voice light but filled with warmth. “We’ve got a queendom waiting on us, and I don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.”
The stallion was utterly stuck in place, his mind still grappling with the bombshell she had just dropped on him. He blinked a few times, his mouth opening and closing as if he was trying to find the right words, but nothing came out. It was as though his brain had short-circuited completely.
“I…you…” He spoke up again. “You can’t be…”
“Was gonna tell you after everything.” The mare mused as she looked back. “But after all that teasing you dished out to me I deserved the last laugh. If it’s a girl, I’m naming her Zephyra. You know, keep the Storm legacy strong.”
Then, with a swish of her tail, she was gone, leaving Hitch alone in the room to pick up the pieces of his thoroughly scrambled mind.
He stood there for another beat, staring at the door she had just walked through. His heart was racing, his thoughts still spinning in a thousand directions, but then… slowly… a grin began to form on his face.
“She’s pregnant,” he whispered to himself, the words finally sinking in. “We’re going to have a foal…” He shook his head. “I hate how I love that mare so much…”
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Anon,Pinkie Pie,Rarity,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Horror,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Violence
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The Uninvited Pillow Ponies
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When Anon tries to clean his MLP body pillows, the ponies come to life in his apartment, or at least they seem too....
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<p>When Anon tries to clean his MLP body pillows, the ponies come to life in his apartment, or at least they seem too....</p><p>It's up to Anon to find out what these things are while he navigates some of his own, well, issues. </p><p>Based on real-life experiences. </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 skinning and forms of dissection gore of Pinkie Pie, indirect references to semen, and other mature content.</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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Anon had always considered himself the ultimate My Little Pony fan. His room was a shrine to the Mane Six, with posters, figurines, and even a custom-made bedspread that featured all his favorite ponies. But the crown jewels of his collection were his two prized dakimakura body pillows—one of Pinkie Pie and the other of Rarity. They were always there to brighten his day, offering a comforting presence whenever he needed it.
Today, however, the comforting presence was gone. The pillows were dirty—really dirty. He couldn’t quite remember what had caused the stains (somewhere between his third pizza and the latest marathon of the series), but it was time to clean them.
He carefully removed the pillowcases, handling them like rare artifacts as he brought them to the washing machine. “It’s okay, ladies,” he murmured to the fabric. “You’ll be clean and sparkly soon.”
The pillows tumbled into the washing machine, and Anon set it to the gentlest cycle possible. “Nothing but the best for my gals,” he said with a grin, pressing the start button. He turned around, giving himself a mental high-five for adulting so hard. “Now, time for some snacks.”
No sooner had he turned his back than there was a loud *POP* behind him. Anon froze mid-step, a half-eaten carrot stick dangling from his mouth. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes widening at the sight before him.
Standing in the middle of his small laundry room, looking just as confused as he felt, were Pinkie Pie and Rarity. Not the pillows—the real, living, breathing ponies.
Anon blinked. Pinkie Pie blinked. Rarity blinked. Then, Pinkie blinked again, faster, like she was in some sort of blinking competition.
Finally, Anon managed to find his voice. “Uh… did the washing machine do that?”
Pinkie Pie bounced up, her curly mane springing with every move. “Hiya! Wow, what a surprise! One second, I’m lying around all flat and boring, and the next—BOOM! Here I am! It’s like magic! Or maybe it is magic? Or maybe it’s washing machine magic, which is the best kind of magic!”
Rarity, looking a bit more dignified (as one would expect from the Element of Generosity), was busy examining her pristine white coat. “Darling, what is this place? And more importantly, what is that smell? It’s… industrial.”
Anon’s brain had officially checked out, replaced by a blinking error message. “You’re… you’re real.”
“Well, duh!” Pinkie Pie said, bouncing over and poking him in the chest with her hoof. “What did you think, silly? That we’d stay as pillows forever? Where’s the fun in that?”
“I… I just washed you,” Anon stammered, still trying to process what was happening.
“Well, that explains why my mane is feeling a bit more… voluminous than usual,” Rarity said, flipping her perfectly coiffed hair. “Though, darling, you might want to reconsider your choice of fabric softener. It’s a tad… cheap.”
Anon stared at them both, his mouth hanging open like a door that had forgotten how to close. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real. You’re my pillows!”
“Pillows?!” Pinkie Pie gasped dramatically. “You mean you’ve been sleeping on us? Oh boy, we’re going to need a lot of explaining for this one!”
Anon stumbled back to his room, his legs moving on autopilot. Pinkie Pie and Rarity followed him, the former bouncing along like a pogo stick while the latter walked with the grace of a runway model. He slumped down on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands.
“I’ve lost it. I’ve finally lost it,” he muttered to himself. “I’ve gone mad.”
Pinkie Pie popped up beside him, peering at him with wide, curious eyes. “Nope! You’re not mad, just lucky! How often do your favorite ponies just pop into your life, huh? This is like a dream come true! Except without the chocolate rain and dancing buffaloes.”
“Honestly, darling,” Rarity said, carefully sitting on the bed with an air of refinement, “if you were going to have a breakdown, this is certainly one of the more elegant ways to do it. But really, why on Equestria would you turn us into pillows?”
“I didn’t turn you into pillows!” Anon exclaimed, finally snapping out of his daze. “You were always pillows! I bought you that way!”
“Bought us?” Rarity’s eyes widened in horror. “Like some sort of… common household item?”
“Aw, Rarity, lighten up!” Pinkie Pie said, bouncing on the bed and causing the mattress to ripple like a wave. “We’re here now, and that’s what matters! And this place—wowzers! Look at all the pony stuff! You’ve got us on everything!” She pointed to the bedspread, the posters, and even the MLP-themed lamp in the corner.
“Do you… do you like it?” Anon asked hesitantly, as if their opinions could make or break him.
“It’s… it’s…” Rarity struggled for the right word, eyeing the décor with the critical eye of a fashionista. “It’s… enthusiastic.”
Pinkie Pie beamed. “I love it! It’s like a party, but with us everywhere! I mean, who wouldn’t want to party with themselves?”
“Thank you?” Anon wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not, but he decided to roll with it.
“So,” Anon said, still grappling with the sheer absurdity of the situation, “what are you guys going to do now that you’re… real?”
“Well, we certainly can’t just go back to being pillows!” Rarity said with a shudder. “The thought alone is simply dreadful.”
“Yeah! Who wants to be a pillow when you can have fun, fun, fun!” Pinkie Pie started bouncing around the room, peeking at every nook and cranny as if it held a hidden treasure. “And boy, are we going to have fun! Ooh, is this a snack?” She grabbed a random snack packet from the nearby desk, tearing it open with her teeth.
“Wait, don’t—” Anon started, but it was too late. Pinkie Pie had already crammed the contents into her mouth, and she froze, her eyes widening comically.
“Mmmm! Salty! Crunchy! Weird! What is this stuff?”
“Those are chips,” Anon said, watching her with a mix of fascination and terror. “Uh, do you like them?”
“They’re different!” Pinkie said, spraying crumbs everywhere as she talked. “But I like different! Different is fun!”
Rarity, meanwhile, had discovered Anon’s closet and was busy examining his wardrobe with a critical eye. “Darling, do you ever wear anything besides T-shirts and jeans?”
“I, uh, I like to keep it casual,” Anon said, defensively crossing his arms.
“Casual is one thing, but this is practically a uniform!” Rarity tutted, pulling out a particularly worn-out shirt. “This fabric, this cut—oh, it’s just begging for a makeover!”
Anon frowned. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
“Darling, don’t take this the wrong way, but you have the fashion sense of a Diamond Dog,” Rarity said with the same tone one might use to console a grieving widow. “But don’t worry! I’ll help you find something that suits your, um, unique taste.”
“Gee, thanks,” Anon muttered, though he was secretly kind of excited. A personal stylist? That didn’t sound half bad.
Over the next few hours, Anon tried to wrap his head around his new reality. Pinkie Pie and Rarity were real, they were in his house, and they were definitely not going back to being pillows anytime soon.
Pinkie Pie had taken it upon herself to explore every corner of the house, leaving a trail of chaos in her wake. Anon found her trying to bake a cake in the kitchen with half the ingredients missing. (“Where’s the chocolate?!” she had cried, to which Anon could only shrug helplessly.)
Rarity, on the other hand, had commandeered his bedroom and was busy giving it a complete makeover. Anon had to admit, her suggestions weren’t bad. She had a knack for turning even his most questionable decor choices into something that actually looked… good.
“Are you sure this is the right way?” Anon asked as he watched Rarity carefully rearrange his shelves.
“Trust me, darling, you’ll thank me later,” Rarity said with a flick of her tail. “A proper living space is essential for a proper life!”
Anon sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, watching the two ponies with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “So… what now? Are you guys just going to live here?”
“Why not?” Pinkie Pie said, popping up beside him. “This place is super fun! And besides, you’re our number one fan, right? We wouldn’t want to disappoint!”
As Anon took a load off of his feet, he found himself surprisingly calm with the whole situation; Rarity and Pinkie Pie’s physical forms now seemed fully integrated into Anon’s life—or at least, they were fully integrated into his bedroom. The initial shock had given way to an odd sense of normalcy as they busied themselves with their new surroundings.
Rarity was putting the finishing touches on his newly organized bookshelf, a look of satisfaction on her face. “There we are, darling. Now your books are organized by color, then by size, and finally by how much they clash with your decor. It’s much easier on the eyes, wouldn’t you agree?”
Anon nodded, although he wasn’t entirely sure if he could ever find a specific book again. “Yeah, it’s… different. But in a good way.”
“Different is always good!” Pinkie Pie chirped from across the room, where she was in the process of inflating several balloons she had somehow produced out of thin air. “Except when it’s bad, but then it’s so bad it’s good, so it’s still good!”
“Right,” Anon said, trying to keep up with Pinkie’s logic. “Uh, I was wondering… do you guys remember what it was like when you were, well, pillows?”
Rarity and Pinkie exchanged glances. Rarity raised an eyebrow, and Pinkie gave a knowing nod. “Of course we remember, silly!” Pinkie Pie said with a giggle. “It was like being in a really long nap, but without the dreams. Or the snacks. Or the parties. Wow, it wasn’t fun at all!”
Rarity shuddered delicately. “It was dreadfully boring, darling. Just lying there all day, being squished and… stained.”
Anon winced. “About that… I, uh, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to get you all dirty like that. It’s just that, well, life gets messy sometimes, you know?”
Rarity waved a hoof dismissively. “We understand, dear. Although, I must admit, some of those stains were rather… alarming. It’s a wonder how you managed to get them in such…places.”
“I’m a little worried about asking where those stains came from,” Pinkie Pie added, wiggling her eyebrows in a conspiratorial manner.
Anon’s face turned redder than Big Mac’s coat. “It wasn’t anything weird! Just… you know, food and stuff.”
Rarity smirked. “Stuff… how drôle, darling. Well, whatever the case, we appreciate the cleaning. It’s rather refreshing to be spotless once again. Although, I do hope you’ll be more careful in the future.”
Anon nodded vigorously. “Absolutely! I’ll make sure to keep everything clean from now on. You won’t have to worry about any more messes. Promise!”
“Cross your heart and hope to fly?” Pinkie asked, leaning in with a serious expression that was slightly undermined by the fact that she had a party hat on.
“Stick a cupcake in your eye?” Anon replied, completing the familiar phrase with an awkward but sincere gesture.
“Perfect!” Pinkie Pie beamed. “Now we’re all on the same page!”
A brief silence fell over the room, and Anon’s smile began to waver. A thought had suddenly struck him, one that he couldn’t ignore. “But, uh, if you guys are real now… are you going to stay real? Or are you going to turn back into pillows?”
The question hung in the air, making the room feel oddly tense. Rarity and Pinkie Pie exchanged uncertain looks. This time, their glances were less confident, more filled with the weight of a question neither of them had considered before.
“I… I’m not sure,” Rarity admitted, her voice tinged with a rare note of vulnerability. “This isn’t exactly something that happens every day. At least, not in Equestria.”
Pinkie Pie tilted her head, her mane bobbing with the movement. “I don’t know either. I mean, I’ve never turned into a pillow and then back into me before! Or at least, I don’t think I have. There was that one time with Discord and the cotton candy clouds, but that was different. Or was it?”
Rarity shook her head, her eyes narrowing in thought. “Darling, if we were to return to being pillows, wouldn’t we have done so by now? Perhaps this transformation is permanent.”
Anon felt a flicker of hope. “So… you’re saying you might stay like this? Like, real, for good?”
“Maybe!” Pinkie Pie said, her usual optimism returning. “Or maybe we’ll turn into something else! Like a toaster! Or a blender! Or a—”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Rarity interrupted with a chuckle. “The point is, we don’t know. And that uncertainty is part of the adventure, don’t you think?”
Anon wasn’t so sure about the whole “adventure” angle, but he nodded anyway. His life wasn’t a TV show after all. “Yeah, I guess it is. But if you did turn back into pillows… would you remember any of this?”
The ponies looked at each other again, their expressions unreadable.
“I hope so,” Pinkie Pie said softly, a rare moment of introspection crossing her usually cheerful face. “I wouldn’t want to forget all this fun! But then again, if I did, maybe I wouldn’t know what I was missing. Oh, that’s a tricky one!”
Rarity placed a comforting hoof on Anon’s knee. “Darling, whether we remember or not, we’ve enjoyed our time here. And if we do turn back, well, you’ll still have us with you. Just in a different form.”
“That’s… actually really deep,” Anon said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never thought about it like that.”
“Well, I’m full of surprises!” Pinkie Pie said, her usual exuberance returning. “Like this one!” She pulled out a cupcake from somewhere—Anon didn’t dare ask where—and presented it to him with a flourish.
Anon took the cupcake, looking down at it with a mix of gratitude and confusion. “Thanks, Pinkie.”
As they sat in the living room, an uneasy quiet settled over the group. Pinkie Pie, however, wasn’t one to let silence linger for too long. Within seconds, she was up and bouncing around the room like a ping-pong ball, her energy levels skyrocketing to a level that made even Anon’s anxiety rise.
“Whee! This place is so cool! So much room for activities!” Pinkie exclaimed as she bounced off the walls—literally. She knocked over a stack of papers on Anon’s desk, sending them flying in every direction like oversized confetti.
“Pinkie, darling, please, some decorum!” Rarity pleaded, her hoof firmly planted on her forehead as she watched Pinkie’s hyperactive antics with a mixture of horror and embarrassment.
“Uh, Pinkie,” Anon began nervously as Pinkie somehow managed to find a way to hang upside down from a light fixture, “maybe we should, uh, get something to eat? You know, to calm down?”
At the mention of food, Pinkie immediately dropped from the light fixture and landed perfectly on her hooves. “FOOD?! Why didn’t you say so earlier?! I’m starving! What do you have? Cupcakes? Muffins? Cupcake-muffins?”
Anon chuckled nervously, realizing he had to actually produce something edible now. “Uh, yeah, let’s head to the kitchen.”
The kitchen was as sad as a room could be without actually crying. The linoleum floor had seen better days—maybe in the 80s. The yellowing cabinets were chipped and had mismatched knobs, each telling a story of desperate replacements over the years. The refrigerator, an old beast from another era, hummed loudly as if to remind everyone that it was still somehow alive.
Anon opened the fridge, which groaned in protest. Inside was a pitiful collection of bachelor survival food. There was a half-block of cheese that looked suspiciously sweaty, a carton of eggs, and a plate of something covered with a paper plate that was probably pasta but was definitely moldy. Anon had been avoiding that particular science experiment for a while now.
“Hmmm…” Anon said, scratching his head as he peered inside. “Not much, but I’ve got cheese, eggs, and, uh, this thing… probably best not to touch that.”
Pinkie Pie peered in, her nose wrinkling at the sight. “Ooooh, what’s that smell? Is it alive? Can we name it?”
Rarity, standing on her tip-hooves to get a look, immediately recoiled. “Good heavens, Anon! How do you live like this? That refrigerator is a war crime waiting to happen.”
Anon grinned sheepishly. “It’s, uh, an acquired taste. But wait! I just remembered I have something better.” He rushed to a cabinet and pulled out a dusty tin. “Holiday gingerbread cookies from last year!”
Pinkie Pie’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “Gingerbread?! Gimme, gimme, gimme!”
“Sure thing, Pinkie!” Anon said, opening the tin and presenting the slightly stale cookies to her.
Pinkie inhaled deeply, taking in the spicy, sugary aroma. “Yum! Stale or not, they’re gonna be delicious!”
Rarity, however, raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate the effort, darling, but I’d rather not indulge in anything too sweet. Do you have something more… sophisticated?”
Anon thought for a moment. “I’ve got just the thing!” He reached into another cabinet and pulled out a pack of rye crispbread. “Brought these back from Norway. They’re… well, they’re not sweet.”
Rarity examined the crispbread with an appraising eye. “Hmm, I suppose this will do. At least it’s not covered in sugar.”
Anon put the cookies and crispbread on plates and carried them to the small, round, white picnic table that had been serving as his temporary dining table for the last two years—though “temporary” was starting to feel more like “permanent.” He pulled up two more mismatched chairs and gestured for Pinkie and Rarity to sit.
They all took their seats at the table, Pinkie already halfway through her first gingerbread cookie, crumbs flying everywhere. Rarity nibbled daintily on a piece of crispbread, while Anon just sat back and watched the bizarre scene unfold in front of him.
“Bon appétit,” Anon said with a smirk, and they all dug in.
As the three ate, Rarity and Pinkie Pie exchanged glances as they took in the sight of Anon’s apartment. The place wasn’t exactly in shambles, but it had an undeniable air of melancholy about it. The furniture was minimal, the walls were bare, and the lighting was dim. There was a stack of textbooks and papers piled up on a small end table, and the only other signs of life were the couple of empty coffee mugs scattered around the room.
Rarity couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. “Darling, this place is... well, it’s rather dreary, don’t you think?”
Pinkie Pie nodded in agreement, her usual bubbly demeanor dampened by the gloominess of the apartment. “Yeah, it’s super sad in here! It’s like all the fun got sucked out by a big, grumpy vacuum cleaner.”
Anon scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed by their reactions. “Yeah, I guess it’s not exactly the most cheerful place. But it’s been home for the last two years.”
Rarity’s brow furrowed as she continued to look around, her eyes lingering on the sparse decorations. “Do you really live like this, Anon? All alone?”
He nodded, his expression softening with a touch of resignation. “Yeah, I do. I’m a grad student, studying biochemistry. It doesn’t leave a lot of time for much else.”
Pinkie tilted her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Wait, wait, wait. You live here all by yourself? No roommates or anything?”
Anon shook his head. “Nope, just me.”
The ponies exchanged another look, this one filled with even more concern. “But… don’t you have any friends?” Pinkie asked, her voice tinged with worry. “Or a special somepony?”
Anon smiled slightly at the term. “You mean a special someone. And no, I don’t have one of those either.”
Rarity’s eyes widened in shock. “You mean to tell me you’ve been living like this, with no friends and no companionship, for two whole years? How do you manage?”
Anon shrugged, trying to downplay the weight of the question. “It’s tough, I won’t lie. But it’s not like I had much of a choice. Grad school’s demanding, and most of the people I knew drifted away. That’s kind of why I had you two as pillows, I guess. Kind of like ersatz girlfriends…”
Pinkie’s ears perked up at the mention of the pillows. “But now we’re real!” she exclaimed, hopping a little in place. “So maybe we can help!”
Rarity, however, still seemed a bit taken aback. “Yes, darling, we’re real now, but... you’re suggesting we could be your friends? Or even… your girlfriends?”
There was a note of hesitation in her voice, and Anon caught it immediately. He felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness, realizing how odd the whole situation was.
“Yeah,” he said softly, “I mean, now that you’re here, maybe things could be different. I know it’s a lot to ask, but… maybe you’d want to stick around? You’ve been a big part of my life, even as pillows. I guess… I just hoped you might want to be friends. Or more.”
The room fell silent as the weight of his words hung in the air. Rarity and Pinkie Pie exchanged yet another look, this one full of uncertainty. The idea of being someone’s friend was easy enough—after all, they were the embodiment of friendship. But the suggestion of being his girlfriends… that was something entirely different.
“I… I’m not so sure about that, darling,” Rarity said carefully. “Friendship is one thing, but... a relationship, well, that’s something we’d have to think about.”
Pinkie nodded, her usual cheerfulness dampened by the seriousness of the conversation. “Yeah, Anon. We like making ponies—I mean, people—happy, but this is all so new. We’re not even from this world, you know?”
Anon sighed, nodding in understanding. “I get it. It’s just… after being alone for so long, it’s nice to think that maybe things could change.”
Rarity stepped closer, her expression softening. “Well…it’s nice that you have these thoughts and that you feel comfortable enough with us to voice them…but, I don’t know if we can be the ponies for that job.”
Anon’s frustration simmered under the surface, the weight of rejection pressing down on him like a physical burden. He could barely focus as Rarity and Pinkie exchanged uncertain glances, their earlier cheer now replaced by a palpable tension. The words they’d just spoken echoed in his mind, cutting deeper than he’d ever admit.
As the seconds ticked by, something inside him snapped. Anon pushed back his chair abruptly, sending it crashing to the floor. Rarity and Pinkie gasped, their eyes wide in shock.
“Anon, darling, please, let’s talk about this!” Rarity pleaded, her voice trembling slightly as she took a step toward him.
But Anon was already lost to the storm brewing within him. He flipped the table with a surge of adrenaline, sending papers, dishes, and the few trinkets he owned scattering across the room. The loud crash echoed in the small apartment, a sharp contrast to the eerie silence that followed.
“Anon, stop! Please, it’s not—” Pinkie’s normally bubbly tone was laced with fear as she reached out to him, but he wasn’t listening.
His hands found the cabinet doors, tearing them off their hinges with a reckless energy. He didn’t care that the cheap wood splintered under his grip or that the hinges screeched in protest. He only knew that he needed to destroy something, anything, to release the fury that was tearing him apart inside.
The ponies rushed to him, trying to grab his arms, to hold him back, but he was inconsolable. He let out a primal scream, the sound raw and filled with all the anguish he’d bottled up for far too long. He grabbed a plate from the counter and hurled it across the room, watching as it shattered against the wall. Then another, and another, each crash resonating with the same intensity as the ache in his chest.
Rarity tried to speak to him again, her words choked with desperation, but Anon didn’t hear her. He moved on to the doorknobs, ripping them off with ferocious energy, his hands shaking with every motion. The door itself splintered under the force, and he slammed it against the floor repeatedly until it was nothing more than a pile of broken wood.
It wasn’t enough. The pain in his stomach was growing, twisting into something unbearable. He smashed the wooden chairs one by one, reducing them to mere fragments. The room was a chaotic mess, but he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, even as his muscles began to burn with exhaustion.
Finally, his body gave out, collapsing onto the cold floor. He curled into a tight ball, his breath coming in ragged gasps as sobs wracked his body. He could feel the hot tears streaming down his face, each one scalding his skin as it fell. His stomach churned violently, a sharp, burning pain spreading through him as if he was being torn apart from the inside.
He wanted to scream, to cry out for someone to make it stop, but all that escaped his lips were choked sobs. His entire body ached with a pain that wasn’t just physical, and the weight of his loneliness pressed down on him, crushing him even further.
“Please…” he whispered, the word barely audible as he buried his face in his hands. “Please…for fuck’s sake, PLEASE….”
But there was no answer, only the sound of his own labored breathing and the distant ringing in his ears. He lay there, helpless, lost in a sea of anguish without any clear path to a state of solace.
The two ponies stood frozen in the kitchen, the chaotic aftermath of Anon’s outburst surrounding them. Rarity's pristine white coat seemed paler than usual, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she glanced over at Pinkie, who was uncharacteristically silent, her usual exuberance replaced by a look of deep concern.
“Pinkie… do you think we should help him?” Rarity asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze flicked nervously toward the hallway where Anon had collapsed moments before.
Pinkie bit her lip, her brow furrowed in thought. “I… I don’t know, Rarity. He looked so angry, so upset. What if it’s dangerous? What if he doesn’t want us to help?”
Rarity nodded slowly, weighing the situation. “But… we can’t just leave him like this. It wouldn’t be right. He’s hurting, and if we can do something—anything—to help, we should at least try.”
Pinkie nodded, her determination returning. “You’re right. We should do the right thing.” She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, her eyes narrowing in resolve. “I’ll go check on him.”
Rarity gave her a supportive nod, though she couldn’t hide the anxiety in her eyes. “Be careful, darling.”
With cautious steps, Pinkie approached the hallway. The once lively atmosphere of the apartment was now heavy with tension, and each step she took seemed to echo ominously in the stillness. As she drew nearer, she could hear the faint sounds of Anon’s muffled sobs, a sound that tugged painfully at her heartstrings.
She found him lying on the floor, curled up in a fetal position, his body racked with quiet sobs. His face was buried in his hands, his entire form trembling as if the weight of the world had finally broken him. For a moment, Pinkie hesitated, unsure of what to do, but then she remembered Rarity’s words. They couldn’t just leave him like this.
“Anon…” Pinkie’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she slowly approached him. She was careful to keep her movements gentle, not wanting to startle him or provoke another outburst. “Anon, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Anon didn’t respond, his cries continuing as if he hadn’t even heard her. Pinkie’s heart ached for him, seeing him in so much pain. She crept closer, her hooves moving with the utmost care, until she was standing right beside him.
When she placed a hoof on his back, she felt him flinch, but he didn’t pull away. Encouraged, she stroked his back lightly, hoping to offer some comfort. “It’s okay,” she repeated softly. “You’re not alone.”
Suddenly, Anon turned over, his tear-streaked face meeting hers. Before Pinkie could react, he reached out and gathered her up in his arms, pulling her close. The hug was tight, almost desperate, and for a moment, Pinkie was unsure of his intentions. She couldn’t tell if it was a friendly embrace or something else, something darker.
Her heart raced as she tried to gauge his mood, but his grip was strong, and his breathing was heavy and uneven against her fur. She wanted to help him, but now that she was this close, she wasn’t sure if she could.
Then, slowly, Anon got to his feet, still holding Pinkie tightly. He staggered a bit as he stood, his movements unsteady, but he didn’t let go. With deliberate steps, he moved toward the front door, Pinkie still cradled in his arms.
Rarity, watching from the kitchen, felt a chill run down her spine as Anon reached the door and locked it with a loud, definitive click. The sound echoed ominously through the apartment, the finality of it sending a shiver through her.
Anon then turned to face Rarity, his eyes wide and unblinking, his expression unreadable. His gaze bore into her, and she felt a wave of fear wash over her, the intensity of his stare making her blood run cold.
Pinkie was still in his arms, and Rarity couldn’t tell if she was safe or not. She wanted to do something, to say something, but the words caught in her throat, trapped by the overwhelming sense of dread that filled the room.
And in that moment, the three of them were locked in a tense, uncertain silence, each one unsure of what would happen next.
With the fluid motion of a trained judoist, Anon flipped Pinkie over and pinned her torso on the floor under his knee. The pony, clearly stunned from the sudden slam, lay motionless in his grasp, its coat bristled with fear as it emanated a faint, almost nostalgic scent that reminded him of cotton candy he had bought from the state fair when he was a kid.
Regardless of how cute Pinkie was on a screen, this real-world creature's appearance was unsettling. It had large, expressive human-like eyes that blinked slowly at him, as if pleading for understanding. Small, fleshy forelegs and hindlegs dangled from its sides, twitching occasionally in a manner that sent a shiver down his spine as the pony could see that Anon had no intention of being gentle with her. The pink mare’s hooves were, in comparison to his arms and hands, tiny and delicate.
Taking a deep breath, the man steeled himself for the task ahead. He laid the creature on a flat, moderately clean part of his apartment’s linoleum floor.
The first step was to dispatch the pony quickly. He gripped the creature's small head, feeling its soft, warm skin pulse faintly beneath his fingers. With a swift, practiced motion, he snapped its neck—though the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. The bones were soft, almost like cartilage, and the snap was more of a muted crunch, a sickeningly yielding sound that echoed in the quiet air. The creature’s body went limp, its eyes losing focus and becoming glassy, though they still seemed to follow his every move.
Next, he began to take apart and skin the deceased interdimensional animal. The man knew that to understand what this unusual creature was, he needed to break down its unusual anatomy. He started with the pink mare’s limbs. Grasping one of the small, delicate hooves, he twisted it at the elbow. The joint gave way with a soft pop, and the lower part of the leg came off easily, revealing a strange, fibrous tissue beneath the skin—almost like tightly wound threads of muscle. He repeated this with the other hoof, the small longitudinal muscles now limp and lifeless in his palm.
The hindlegs were next. He took one of the tiny back hooves and twisted at what he could only presume was an ankle, again feeling the joint give way with minimal resistance. The legs came off with a wet, sticky sound, the fibrous tissue once more revealing itself beneath the smooth, almost translucent skin covered with its oddly fragrant pink fur. He placed the severed limbs aside, noticing the faint, sweet smell that intensified as he worked—like warm sugar dissolving in the air.
Anon then turned his attention to the creature's torso. He ran his fingers along its belly, feeling the faint ridges of what passed for ribs beneath the skin. There was no need for a knife; the skin was so delicate that it tore easily under the pressure of his fingers. He peeled it back, revealing a strange, gelatinous layer beneath—almost like the texture of overripe fruit. The smell of cotton candy grew stronger, almost overwhelming, mingling with a faint, coppery tang that made his stomach churn.
Inside the creature, he found no organs as he knew them. Instead, there were clusters of what looked like iridescent pearls suspended in a thick, syrupy liquid. They clung together like grapes on a vine, connected by those same fibrous tissues he had seen earlier. The pearls were warm to the touch, and as he pried them free, they made a faint, squelching noise, like wet sand slipping through fingers.
The man moved carefully, mindful of the foreign anatomy. He tore out these clusters, setting them aside on the floor, their pearly surfaces gleaming under the overhead fixtures’ warm light. They smelled sweet, with a hint of something floral, like lavender or honeysuckle.
Finally, he reached the creature’s head. The eyes—those disturbingly human, oversized blue eyes—stared up at him blankly. He hesitated for a moment, then reached down and closed them, feeling the soft, almost rubbery texture of the eyelids beneath his thumb. He tore into the head, finding more of the gelatinous substance inside, but no brain or skull as he had expected. Just more of those pearly clusters, smaller and more delicate than those in the torso.
With the creature fully disassembled, the man sat back, breathing heavily. His hands were sticky with the creature’s juices, and the air was thick with that sweet, sugary smell. He looked at the pieces of the creature laid out before him—the severed hooves, the peeled skin, the clusters of pearly orbs—and felt a strange mixture of revulsion and fascination. He had no idea what this thing was but he felt sure saying it was nothing like the equines on Earth.
By the time he was finished with Pinkie and had a moment to look up, Rarity was gone. He looked all over, finding no trace of the real-life Rarity or his old pillow cover. He had no idea where the white mare could have gone; however, something in the back of his subconscious mind told him that maybe—just maybe—he should find a new apartment.
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Babycord
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563538
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Original Character,Other,Alternate Universe,Dark,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Eclipsed birth
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Kept coming back
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complete
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<p>They died. </p><p>Then came back. </p><p>Then something else came with them.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-17T03:59:34+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:06:19+00:00
| 89 |
It began with a gift.
I used to think it was a blessing. They called it a second chance—a miraculous way to defy the finality of death. It was offered to us, the four of us: *Rusty*, *Ember*, *Blaze*, and me, *Sable*. We were given the ability to come back from the grave, to return to life no matter how we perished. It was meant to be a divine gift, a miraculous reversal of fate. At first, it was intoxicating. We could die and then we’d return, reborn and renewed.
Rusty was the first to crack.
Rusty’s death was sudden—a car accident, his body crushed and mangled. We found out about it through a call late at night, a sharp ringing that sliced through the silence of my room. I remember stumbling out of bed, disoriented, as my heart pounded in my chest. The news was a gut punch, a cold hand wrapping around my throat. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I couldn't process the reality that Rusty, my best friend, was gone. We all felt the weight of it, an oppressive heaviness that seemed to anchor us to the ground.
The next day, we gathered at the hospital. The scene was grim—a sterile room filled with the harsh lights and the beeping of machines. Rusty was gone, his body lifeless and pale. We clung to each other, our grief a tangled mess of shared sorrow. Then came the offer—a chance to reverse what had happened, to bring Rusty back. We hesitated, but the allure of seeing him again, of undoing the cruel twist of fate, was too powerful.
When Rusty came back, he was different. The once vibrant light in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a haunting vacancy. He looked at us with a vacant expression, as if the Rusty we knew had been replaced by something else entirely. It wasn't long before the cracks started to show. He became more erratic, more distant. He’d talk about whispers in the dark, voices that spoke to him in a language he couldn’t understand. Shadows moved on their own, he’d say, and he saw things that weren’t there. It was as if his return had opened a door to something dark and ancient, something that he couldn’t escape.
His screams would pierce through the silence of the night, filled with terror that we couldn’t comprehend. We tried to comfort him, but it was as if he was already lost, slipping further into a void we could not reach. I remember one night when he came to my door, his eyes wide and panicked, pleading for help. He babbled incoherently about monsters in the dark, about being chased by shadows that threatened to swallow him whole. I tried to calm him, but the fear in his eyes was palpable, and I could do nothing but watch as he deteriorated before us.
Ember’s descent was slower.
Ember, the most composed of us all, was the next to face the unraveling. Her death was less violent—a sickness that had taken her life. She had always been the rock, the steady presence that kept us grounded. When she returned, she was quiet, her demeanor reserved. At first, we thought she was just adjusting, finding her way back into a world that had moved on without her.
But as the days passed, it became clear that something was wrong. Ember started to withdraw from us, her eyes constantly darting around the room as if she was expecting something to emerge from the shadows. Her once warm and comforting presence became a distant memory. She started to see things—eyes peering from dark corners, faces pressed against the glass. Her reality warped, and she became obsessed with the idea that something was watching us, something that wanted to pull us back into the void. Her whispers became a constant drone, an undercurrent of fear that colored everything she said. She would speak of a presence that followed her, a feeling of being watched that never seemed to fade. Despite her attempts to maintain normalcy, she was haunted by a presence she couldn’t escape, a presence that seemed to grow stronger with each return.
We tried to help her, to reassure her that there was nothing to fear. But her paranoia only deepened, and she became increasingly isolated. She would sit alone in darkened rooms, her only company the shadows that she claimed were closing in on her. Her fears began to seep into her interactions with us, turning even the most mundane conversations into discussions about the impending doom she felt. We watched helplessly as Ember’s sanity unraveled, each day bringing a new layer of fear and anxiety.
Blaze’s paranoia grew.
Blaze was the most affected by the changes. His death had been a brutal fall, his body broken and battered. When he returned, he was consumed by paranoia. He began to believe that the world was collapsing in on itself, that everything was a grand illusion designed to entrap him. He’d sit alone in darkened rooms, muttering about how reality was a cage slowly closing in on us. Patterns emerged in his mind, patterns that spoke of doom and destruction. He saw conspiracies where there were none, convinced that the world was conspiring against us.
His paranoia grew more intense as time went on. He would see signs of a grand scheme everywhere, from the flicker of a streetlight to the way people would glance at him on the street. He was convinced that we were all being watched, that every interaction was part of a larger plot to imprison us. Blaze’s mind became a chaotic mess of interconnected fears, each thought feeding into the next. His delusions were relentless, driving him further into isolation. He began to avoid us, believing that we were part of the conspiracy against him. He would lock himself in his room for days on end, his only contact with the outside world the faint whispers he heard from the shadows.
As for me, Sable…
I thought I was immune to the madness. I believed I could handle the gift better than the others. But as the months passed, the sense of dread grew stronger. Each death and return left a mark on my soul, chipping away at my sanity. I started to hear voices, murmurs of forgotten nightmares that clawed at the edges of my mind. My dreams were filled with shadows that whispered my name, urging me to listen to their dark promises. I’d wake up in the dark, my heart pounding, convinced that something was lurking just beyond my sight. The world felt like a distorted reflection of itself, every corner hiding something malevolent.
I tried to maintain my composure, to be the one who held us together. But the more I fought against the darkness, the more it seemed to consume me. The whispers grew louder, more insistent. They spoke of things that I couldn’t understand, promises of power and knowledge that came with a price. The shadows that once seemed distant now felt like they were closing in on me, wrapping around me with an icy grip. My mind became a battleground, torn between the desire to resist the darkness and the lure of its promises.
We were no longer ourselves.
Rusty’s screams echoed through our shared spaces, Ember’s whispered fears became a constant drone, and Blaze’s frantic rants filled the silence with unease. The boundaries between our lives and our deaths blurred until they were indistinguishable. We were trapped in a nightmarish loop where death was no escape and life was a prison of our own making. Our sanity unraveled with each return, each resurrection pulling us further into darkness. The gift that was supposed to be a miracle had become a curse, chaining us to a cycle of suffering and despair.
Rusty’s behavior became increasingly erratic. He would pace the rooms, muttering to himself about visions of grotesque creatures and horrific landscapes. His eyes would dart around as if expecting something to leap out at him from the shadows. Ember’s paranoia became so intense that she would refuse to leave her room, convinced that the world outside was a trap designed to ensnare her. Blaze’s delusions reached a fever pitch, and he began to speak in riddles, convinced that the world was collapsing in on itself.
The end is near.
As I write this, I am consumed by the same dread that plagued my friends. The world outside is a grotesque parody of what it once was. The shadows seem to whisper constantly, their voices a constant reminder of our descent. Every creak, every rustle, feels like a harbinger of something far worse. The echoes of our screams, the visions of our fractured minds—they are all that remains of our sanity. The gift of immortality had turned into a prison from which there was no escape.
The more we returned, the more we lost. We couldn’t remember who we once were, only the endless cycle of fear and despair. The gift of immortality had become a prison from which there was no escape. Each return brought with it a new layer of horror, a deeper plunge into madness. We had become monsters of our own making, twisted and broken by the very thing that was meant to save us. The endless loop of death and rebirth had become our cage, and the darkness that had once been a whisper was now a roar that consumed us entirely.
There is no salvation.
The cycle continues, and I fear that there will be no end to this suffering. The more we die and come back, the more our souls are eroded. The world around us has become a distorted reflection of a reality we can no longer grasp. The echoes of our screams are drowned out by the relentless whispers of shadows that seem to mock us with every passing moment. We are lost, trapped in an eternal nightmare, forever haunted by the gift that was meant to be our salvation.
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TVAPotato
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563553
| 1 |
Daisy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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Keep Being Human
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If you were stripped off your body and from there placed into a different, but much better one, would you still want to get it back?
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incomplete
| 10 | 2 |
<p>Humans.</p><p>Bipedal appearance, omnivore, capable of communication and (for the most part) friendly enough creatures. They are born in a specific environment that it's available for them to grow up, change - or adapt - the future of their society.</p><p>It seems that the word 'change' is not exactly what a human had in mind when finding out that he has been converted into a colored pony. How will he fare in this situation? After all, he's still human on the inside.</p><p>Right?</p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T19:00:23+00:00
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2024-08-17T19:10:10+00:00
| 291 |
I was getting back from my work on a cafeteria, having just finished cleaning duty. Eight hours of pure pain those were, my hands were the protagonists of scrubbing through dishes and floors while the cleaning product damaged my hands for quite a good while.
Like the end of a evening shift, the moon was already up replacing the sun, giving that night vibe to my surroundings. Small yellow circles were turning on near me as it shone, shops were already closing for the day and I couldn't resist but to close my eyes as a cold breeze brushed through my body.
When I get home, I'm gonna prepare a nice meal and watch something on the television.
These night walks were one of the most things I treasured on my routine, though it was quite strange that no person other than the shop owners were nearby. From experience, I learned that while calming, it is very dangerous to stay outside on a normally busy shopping street.
A sudden crawling on my back told me that just maybe, I'm not alone as I would of thought.
Opening my eyes, while walking I slightly turned my body around to see if anyone was around. Nobody was on sight and the lights were getting a bit dimmer every second passed, so I just kept going while facing forward and tried to ignore that sudden feeling on my chest.
Thirty minutes later, and I finally was at my home. Very small, but quite comfy in some places. Entering the kitchen, I left my phone at the counter and made my way to the fridge.
When I looked inside, there was no food to be found. Just some mustard packs that my family left a few days ago when they ordered some BK's on the road.
You have got to be kidding me.
I was so hungry, that without thinking I just opened the packets, emptied them on my mouth and closed the fridge, throwing the rest on the trash. I sat on a chair nearby and took deep breaths while my gaze trailed off to the homeroom window. Outside, a dark shadow of a tree trailed and moved to the wind's pace, leaves dancing freely on the cold night.
No one was home, as my mom was enjoying her vacation with her girlfriend, surely having a nice meal in a restaurant nearby the area. I could of gone to say hi when my shift ended, but I was pretty sure that I would not be welcomed there. Plus, it's weird. My three sisters were either drinking on some bar or just staying in the homes of their loved ones, probably phrasing on how men were disgusting or some spiel like that.
A quiet meowing took off my attention of the window and glanced at the fluffy gray colored cat. "How are you" - I slowly scratched her fluffy chin - "doing, Bella? Something wrong?"
Bella just made the same noise, looking dejectedly as she walked to the empty bowl that was on the ground. Oh right, no food for her either.
Migraine crawling, I smiled and stood and made my way to the door. "Gonna buy ya some food, be right back soon," I said, waving at her while closing the door and stepping outside.
Listening to the crunching steps that my scraped shoes had effect on the road, I didn't want to waste any time and kept looking forward to the sidewalk. The chilling wind gave me goosebumps as I traveled to the closest gas station, gray clouds were slowly adapting on the sky that had been clear before.
The shopping was uneventful. I got some food to eat and some ingredients as well for Bella to prepare a nice homemade meal. The worker warned me that it was very dangerous to get out, but I didn't really heard her talking, as my objective was to get to my house immediately for my cat. With my products paid, I bid my farewell to the nice woman, and begun to walk back to my home again.
A few minutes later, the sound of my shoes crossing the pavement suddenly muted as the wind began to ramp up in speed. I held my bag to my body to prevent it from cruising through the air as I struggled to maintain my eyes fully open. Drops of water fell off the sky, a cold feeling creeping up my feet, and slowly going up.
Only a few blocks left to go, and I'll be full of blankets to relax on with my cat. Hope Bella is not complaining much, oh well. Mom should be getting home in about-
A sudden chill on my back made me stop, a solid hand grabbed my shoulder tight as I was on the middle of the rain.
"Keep walking," the stranger told me. It was the voice of a guy, a few years older than me. My heart stopped for a few seconds, my stomach full of stones as the solid and cold object moved to the back of my head and shook my body a fair bit. "I said keep walking!"
"Alright, alright! Just don't hurt me." Shaking in my shoes I resumed my walk with the guy behind, took a breath that I couldn't get out even if I tried it. No one was outside, just the two of us wandering at midnight.
Sudden rumblings of the storm that's already in our heads, we crossed a dark alley that the guy directed me to. My body was locked in place as the robber turned me around. "Give me the bag." he said as he gun was aimed horizontally to my stomach.
With both furrowed eyebrows, I clicked my tongue in frustration and shakingly faced the guy. "W-why are you doing this, man? This is so stupid," I said, looking to his hazelnut eyes.
"Why? You must be joking!" Laughter resonated on the narrow corridor as he slightly smiled. "One thing kid, never get out at this hour. Now if you could be so kind to give me what I earned, I'll let you go with a warning."
No way...
"No, piss off." I said shakily.
We held a staredown as the rain and thunder got more intense. My bulging eyes tried to burn his, hoping for a change of heart, but there was no such thing as redemption when someone had a gun trying to rob you.
Suddenly, I couldn't react fast enough as the robber jumped me to grab my jacket, while I weakly tried to push off his hand. The pressure was so intense that in a few seconds that passed, he punched me so hard that I fell to the ground crying with a thumping pain in my forehead.
With my clothes wet, I tried to get up, but my body wouldn't respond, and it was too late as the robber again took me by the jacket and aimed at my hurting forehead. "Sorry kid, I got carried away." He pressed the tip of the gun closer. "Though, take this as a revenge for your stupid father."
What the- "My father? What the hell are you talking about?" I barely said on battered breaths, as he just smiled and took aim, ready to shoot.
No more words were exchanged as they stared at each other, the rain now serving the job of static. The rumbling got so fierce that, in the middle of him pulling the trigger-
*CRASH*
-a white flash had engulfed him and in a split second he was gone, leaving me surprised. "W-what the actual f-" the same light hit twice, my vision going fully white, losing what consciousness I had left.
A ringing noise filled my ears as I couldn't move my hurting body, my back felt like it has been through a hydraulic press. I opened my eyes, my vision wavering with splashes of sky blue, green, and bright magenta. Blinking was hard to do as well, so I took my sweet time to take a look at my surroundings.
Where am I? Why is the place so colored?
Taking another glance at the terrain, it seemed that I was just below a white colored bridge, with the sides being purple colored and some wooden beams to support the weight. Water was slowly flowing, and I made the weird mistake of looking down.
"...what?" I saw my reflection in the water, and I couldn't believe that it was me.
I had mustard colored fur, with small blue eyes and light brown bushy hair. The weirdest thing is that I had a horn and my hands were gone! I had stumps that looked like I couldn't hold anything even if I tried.
Where the heck are my clothes?
Breathing in and out, I slowly walked down the bridge, with mixed results in the beginning including a full mouth of water and a session of coughing it out of my system. With each step it got better to the point of not looking like some sort of drunk animal.
Now for the hard part.
When I practiced walking, I saw a town near the end of the bridge that may or may not contain people in it. This was one of my possibilities that I was sure wrong when I crossed the bridge.
My migraine was coming back as I watched some technicolor ponies do what a human would normally do. Watering flowers, communicating with each other, and even one that was eating in some sort of cafe! Though the constructions were very weird. A lot of them were medieval style, with thatch roofs, while others, well.
Is that a fucking crystal castle?! Oh my god. I'm sure that the mustard had done something with me being here or something.
I walked to the pony that was watering some flowers in what it seemed to be their garden. A pale magenta covered their fur with curly light green mane and big green eyes with long eyelashes.
Oh, it's a she. "Um, excuse me?"
With some ear movement, the pony turned around to acknowledge me. "Oh, I don't think I have seen you around here before," she said, smiling and lifting her hoof to me. "Nice to meet you! My name is Daisy."
Trailing my eyes to her hoof, I touched it with my own hoof to simulate some sort of greeting, much to the confusion of Daisy. "Nice to meet you too. May I ask a few things? I'm kind of lost."
"Oooh are you a traveler? No wonder I don't recognize you! I'm sure that in these journeys of yours the flora is beautiful!" she sighed. "Ask away!"
"Um, where are we and where can I get some kind of map?" I asked Daisy.
"You're in the beautiful land of Equestria, specifically Ponyville! And about getting that map," in deep thought putting a hoof to her chin, Daisy pointed to a direction. "You should probably go to the Castle of Friendship and ask there."
Yup, it was the mustard. Never dunking condiments like that again.
"Oh, alright then." I started walking to where she indicated. "I appreciate-"
"Watch out!" Daisy screamed.
Letting a screech I panicked, looking everywhere near me. "What? Of what?" I was trying to comprehend what made this mare scream like that, trying to find the source of it.
Daisy pointed to a white flower. "You almost stepped on it! Watch out for them if you can, please."
Blinking fast, I snapped out of my panicking. "Um, okay? I better get going."
Walking backwards, I almost turned around when she called for me again.
"What is it now, Daisy?"
"I didn't get your name!"
I stopped, my hooves locked in place while processing what she said. The bright sun made me relax quite a bit, the reflection of the water below the bridge was my first experience in this strange place that I still had to found out the origin. While in one hoof, this looked like a good place with great peo- uh ponies and great opportunities. But on the other hoof, I had my family and friends to go back to.
Maybe it's the fact that I couldn't really process much of it or maybe I was tired of the monotony of my normal life back on my home, but...
"My name is Waterworks, have a nice day, Ms. Daisy!"
I would soon find out what happened, and while I'm at it, enjoy the ride of this strange dream that I was on. Step by step.
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AFanaticRabbit
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563556
| 1 |
Rarity,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Drama,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Suicide / Self Harm
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Pieces
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Accidents happen. Twilight tries to pick things up afterward.
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complete
| 7 | 4 |
<p>Accidents happen. Twilight tries to pick things up afterward.</p><hr/><p>This was written for the <a href="/group/214527/quills-and-sofas-speedwriting" rel="nofollow">Quills and Sofas</a> L contest during their LGBT+ contest series earlier this year! This was part of a genre mash-up, with the genres being a prompt. The one I picked was 'Magical Realism', a genre where magic is typically just a standard, unexplained force in the story as if it was just a natural, unqestioned part of the world.</p><p>Content warnings: <span class="spoiler">Implied death, implied gore, brief mention of self harm.</span></p>
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teen
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2024-08-17T11:37:01+00:00
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2024-08-17T11:37:01+00:00
| 184 |
Twilight liked puzzles, under normal circumstances.
She sat on Rarity’s floor, wearing one of her night shirts. Some oversized thing not overly adorned with decoration that she’d feel bad for staining when she made her morning coffee. Nevermind that it was tailored for someone with a slimmer frame and narrower shoulders. It was familiar, in sight and smell and touch.
She held an ambered coloured shard in her hand and looked over the other assorted pieces on the towel before her. There were a great many, but she and Rarity had figured out how a great many of them fit together over the course of an afternoon.
Twilight held the piece out, slowly rolling it along the edge between forefinger and thumb, comparing it piece to piece. There wasn’t an algorithm she could reliably fall upon, so carefully matching the shards together until she found the matching segment was all she could do.
Rarity, though, went by vibe. She just grabbed a few pieces at random, daintily holding them in her nails, then just mushed them together carefully. She didn’t seem to spend a moment considering certain pieces might just not match up with others, taking a shard from the edge of the pile and one from the centre, or then one from the far edge. She’d even gently rifle through them, disturbing the assortment Twilight had so painstakingly sorted.
Somehow Rarity had accrued a larger constellation of matching fragments than Twilight, neatly arranged on a smaller hand towel. One of her own, because Twilight had two and that’s all she needed, even if she kind of liked that Rarity had one for each day of the week.
She’d also worked in painstaking silence the entire time, save for a small, “Hrm,” or, “Ah,” here and there. Nothing more than a word.
It unnerved Twilight, but she didn’t know what would happen if she broke the quiet. Prodding Rarity might get a reassurance regardless of truth, or it might make Rarity crumble into pieces.
Twilight knelt in front of the mess in the middle of the road. Some of the traffic continued on as if she weren’t there, though the odd driver slowed and gave her a wider berth as she stared at the remains.
She felt hollow. She knew what the feeling meant, why it was there. She had the academic knowledge in her head, the basic biological and psychological functions any highschooler knew, let alone an adult.
Shock. Early grief. Even if the problem might be one she will get over, resolve in some way or another, seeing Sunset spread across the asphalt overwhelmed her capacity to think.
She'd almost joined Sunset across the street. Not because she wanted to throw herself into the next car along but from a disregard of anything less important than the woman she loved. The only thing to save her were the reflexes of more attentive drivers.
She thought she should feel angry, or a different kind of upset. Offended? No, that wasn’t right. No one seemed to care what happened, with the sole exception of the one car, crashed into a lamppost, the driver leaning against the wall with their hand on a bloody forehead. Their eyes downcast, processing the events in not-quite the same way as Twilight.
She reached out for Sunset. What she grasped in her hand, scraped across the floor, it felt hard and unyielding. She bundled her in her arms, pulled her close. She had to pick her up, take her someplace safe. She could fix this, right? It would take time, and effort, and—
Something snatched Twilight’s hand back from the road. Delicate fingers with sharp points digging into her skin through her shirt. She’d saved her from having her hand run over by one of the more uncaring drivers.
A growl rose in Twilight’s throat. Even though she knew she’d had her hand saved, she’d been interrupted. If she was just a little quicker, or luckier, or, or, or—
She whirled around on her rescuer, to look into those dark, blue eyes. She wanted to admonish them for interrupting her, but their gaze disarmed Twilight’s tongue.
“I’m sorry,” were the words that came instead.
“What happened?”
The sun slewed through the kitchen curtains, low on the horizon. Twilight’s stomach ached, the void in her belly and slight jitter in her arms reminding her of the biological basics she needed to heed, like everyone else.
She hadn’t moved a muscle since she’d awoken. Her legs numb underneath her, she’d accrued quite a collection of pieces. Not everything. There were gaps, shards and fragments that couldn’t be found, too small to have been found or lost entirely. She’d arranged them in a loose map, and while the top didn’t make it clear what it had meant to represent, the bottom of it did.
Fingertips. A palm. A wrist, then forearm, then elbow.
Even though Twilight’s fingers spasmed from a blood sugar crash, her telekinesis remained sharp. Sharpish. Sharp enough for her to apply glue to the ragged edges and press the pieces together, waiting for them to set.
Rarity did the same, but with just her hands. They looked soft, unmarred, but her callouses were just less pronounced than a labourers.
No, it was unfair to suggest she wasn’t a labourer. She laboured plenty, just with needles and scissors instead of hammers and pliers.
“How are you doing?” Twilight asked. Not a pleasantry, but an inquiry after her progress.
Twilight’d managed to actually get a few words from Rarity so far. The silence remained, a poignant reminder that things were not okay, even if Rarity had answered her pleasantries earlier.
It meant the quietness of Rarity considering her response felt like the winding up of a dagger thrust, and Twilight braced herself as if she were about to be cut.
“Fine enough.” She plucked up her a foot, and slipped a mostly complete big toe onto it. Glue oozed out through the cracks, but with one hand holding things together she wiped the glue down. “But I think I should take a break.”
Cracks. Cracks everywhere, the white glue already turning grey compared to the golden-yellow of the porcelain. Ugly scarring that would never go away. It’d leave divots even if painted over, unless caked in layers.
Twilight sighed. “We need to finish this. She… She needs us to finish.”
“I know, Twilight. I know.” She set the foot down, roughly where it ought to go in the greater scheme of things. At the base of a greater constellation of bits.
They hadn’t found everything. The entire left arm had simply sailed off somewhere distant, and parts of the back and chest had fragments absent.
They were also missing an eye. Lost, somewhere, rolled off down a drain perhaps.
It would be a bitch to find a perfectly matching replacement.
Rarity stood, the work abandoned, and she stretched her arms over her head. Leaning to one side, something in her creaked and clicked, followed by her making a self-satisfied grunt.
Twilight had gone to pluck up another shard, but it dropped, as if it slipped between her finger tips. Hunger pangs or Rarity’s soft features screwing up getting to her, she didn’t know.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. It’s how she’d punctuated every question and answer thus far.
Rarity’s little flicker of a smile didn’t leave much clarity. “I’ll get something to eat.”
Twilight hummed on-commitally.
“Please don’t be like this, Twilight.”
Another hum. Rarity scoffed, then stepped over the towel, bare feet barely missing a handful of fragments making up the bottom left of the thorax. As she passed Twilight, she gently placed a hand on her head.
She half-leaned back when Twilight’s hand reached up, rested on hers. Trapping those gentle-rough fingers against the scalp.
“I’m sorry. Get me a few of the gummies?”
“The blue ones?” Rarity asked. She was smiling, Twilight knew. She could hear it.
Twilight simply nodded, and after a moment more of touch, Rarity slipped away.
A mostly-complete Sunset lay on the kitchen floor. The few gaps in her skin that remained had been filled in with whatever they could find. Paper and card for the more flexible parts, and pieces of a white, shattered teacup for anything rigid.
Including the gap left by the missing eye. The other stared up at the ceiling, uncomprehending.
“She looks peaceful,” said Twilight.
“She looks stressed,” countered Rarity.
Twilight blinked, then tilted her head. The serene expression remained such. A small frown, sure, but the one Twilight saw every day in the mirror. The one she saw as Rarity worked on adjusting the clothes they’d made for her, fitting over an old-made-new blouse and skirt for her.
“Are you sure?”
Rarity’s sigh spoke volumes. While she didn’t show it, not in the way Twilight expected, she sounded exasperated. “I see myself in the mirror every day, darling. Trust me, it’s stress.”
Twilight hummed.
“Why do we have to do this here? I can’t even make myself a cup of tea without stumbling over her.”
Rarity knew why, of course. The only other place with space was outside, on their tiny patio. Exposed to the elements and the eyes of curious neighbours.
Twilight knelt down beside Sunset’s body. She wanted to touch her cheek, her chest, her arm, to find warmth or breathe or a pulse.
She wouldn’t find it. Not in a literal sense.
She reached out, anyway. A crumpled note in her hand. She wished she had the right materials for it to be grand, some proper card stock or parchment.
She’d used the torn off corner of a used envelope instead. The words written across the scant page sacred, but not to a temple or a deity.
Just to her. And maybe a little to Sunset and Rarity.
A name. A declaration. That’s all.
She placed it in Sunset’s mouth, then gently closed her jaw with a finger in her chin. One of only a few pieces of minimal articulation.
Then a moment later, Sunset’s eye looked to Twilight. Her jaw moved, curling into a slight smirk, and the tiniest creak of a voice escaped. Rasping, scratchy, the edges of glass on tile but somehow relieving and familiar.
“Hey you.”
And then the grey between the cracks turned to gold.
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ShopperBrony90
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563557
| 1 |
Cutie Mark Crusaders,Grogar,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
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The Cosmic Guardians: Season 1
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More adventures of the Cosmic Guardians
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Season 1 of the Cosmic Guardians series.</p><p>Grogar is seeking to take over Canterlot City and he's creating monsters to do so. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians and Shari Skyline to stop them and save Canterlot City.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-19T00:32:35+00:00
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2024-08-19T02:02:21+00:00
| 95 |
The story begins on a bright, sunny day in Canterlot City, where the girls are enjoying their well-deserved holiday. With no school to attend, they find themselves with plenty of free time to explore new adventures. The atmosphere is filled with excitement and anticipation as they receive a call from their friend Wallflower Blush.
Wallflower Blush, known for her love of plants and nature, invites the girls over to her home. Her house is described as a serene oasis, lined with various plants that create a calming environment. The neat furniture complements the greenery, and an HDTV sits prominently in the living room, hinting at potential movie nights or gaming sessions.
“Hey guys! I could really use your help while my family is away on vacation,” Wallflower says cheerfully over the phone. “Would you be able to take care of my plants? I promise it’ll be fun!”
The girls exchange glances filled with enthusiasm. They love spending time together and are excited about the prospect of caring for Wallflower’s beloved plants.
“Of course! We’d love to help!” Applejack replies, their voices brimming with eagerness.
With their minds made up, they gather their things and head over to Wallflower’s house. Upon arrival, they are greeted by the lush greenery that fills every corner of her home. The girls marvel at how vibrant and alive everything looks.
“This place is amazing!” Sweetie Belle exclaims as she runs her fingers along the leaves of a particularly large fern.
Wallflower smiles proudly. “Thank you! I’ve been taking care of these plants for years.”
As they settle in, Wallflower explains what each plant needs in terms of watering and sunlight. The girls listen attentively, ready to take on this new responsibility during their break.
Meanwhile, in the Dark Depths of Canterlot City...
Far beneath the bustling streets of Canterlot City, in a hidden lair shrouded in shadows, Grogar watched the girls through his magical orb. His eyes gleamed with malevolence as he observed their enthusiasm for their work.
"Interesting," Grogar muttered to himself, a sinister plan forming in his mind. "These girls are always meddling in my affairs. Perhaps, it's time I teach them a lesson. A lesson they won't soon forget."
He waved his hand over the orb, summoning his dark magic. "Let’s see how they handle a little... complication." Grogar's magic swirled and twisted, shaping itself into a humanoid plant monster, its body covered in vines and thorns.
"Go to Canterlot City," Grogar commanded the monster. "Cause chaos, and make sure those girls and their little plants pay dearly."
The monster bowed and slithered away, ready to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting citizens of Canterlot City.
Back in Canterlot City...
As the girls kept taking care of the plants, the monster began its rampage. It moved through the city, its breath turning anyone who got in its way into giant, helpless fruit.
Lyra and Bon Bon were the first to encounter the creature. They had been walking home from the park when the monster appeared. Before they could react, the monster unleashed its breath, enveloping them in a dark, magical mist as they coughed. When the mist cleared, Lyra and Bon Bon found themselves transformed—now towering, talking fruit, unable to do anything but call out for help.
Shari floated in the ethereal expanse of her void, a galaxy of pink shimmering stars and magic planets. Her heart pounded as she witnessed the chaos unfolding through the wormhole, a gaping tear in the fabric of space-time. On the other side, Canterlot City was in turmoil, its once peaceful streets overrun by a monstrous force.
"This is dire," Shari muttered to herself, her voice echoing through the void. Her horn shined as she activated the hologram, calling the girls to her void.
"What is it, Shari? What's going on?" the girls asked as the hologram showed up on their morphers.
"You and the others need to report to my void pronto. I'll explain what's happening when you get there." the Shari hologram ordered as the girls replied that they're on their way to her void. They all tear open a portal in front of them with one slash of their dimension blades of their morphers and they went through.
In a flash of vibrant colors, the girls materialized before her; their expressions ranging from concern to outright fear. They stood in a semicircle, their morphers' glows adding to the void.
"Shari, what's happening?" Sci-Twi asked, their voice tinged with urgency.
Shari took a deep breath, steeling herself. "It's Grogar. He's planning to take over Canterlot City." She waved her hoof and a holographic image of Grogar appeared, his malevolent grin sending shivers down their spines. "He's unleashed a plant monster that's already started its assault on the city."
The Guardians exchanged worried glances. They had faced many threats before, but the mere mention of Grogar's name filled them with dread.
"Woah, nelly. Grogar sounds like one bad apple!" Applejack exclaimed with Apple Bloom nodding in agreement.
"I know, right! He sure is one big party pooper!" Pinkie replied.
"That's not all," Shari continued. With another blast of light from her horn, she showed them the scene of the plant monster wreaking havoc, its twisted vines wrapping around buildings and tearing them apart. "This creature is summoning an army of humanized changelings. It's unlike anything we've faced before."
"Oh, no! I don't know what will become of our fair city soon!" Fluttershy shouted, scared.
"Don't worry, Fluttershy. We'll take care of that psycho once and for all. Then we can get back to our projects. Okay?" Rainbow Dash said.
"She's right. We're the Cosmic Guardians now. We can take him down!" Scootaloo spoke as Fluttershy starts to cheer up.
The girls knew what had to be done. With a unified nod, they each activated their morphers. In a dazzling burst of light, they transformed into their Cosmic Guardian uniforms.
"Let's go," Sunset said, determination burning in the Guardians eyes.
They teleported to Canterlot City, arriving just in time to see the monstrous plant summon its army of humanized changelings. The streets were swarming with the creatures, their eyes glowing with malicious intent. The Guardians wasted no time, diving into the fray with the ferocity of warriors who knew the stakes.
"Let's take out the demonic trash, y'all!" Applejack shouted as she summoned Thor hammer.
"Right!" The guardians shouted in unison as they each summon their weapons.
The battle was intense with the Guardians using their cosmic powers and weapons to fight off the hordes of changelings. Unfortunately, the tide had turned when the plant monster itself stepped into the battlefield. Its massive form towered over them.
"A'll take care of that monster, sis!" Apple Bloom said as she charged towards it with her hammer.
"Apple Bloom, wait!" Applejack yelled as her sister approached the creature. With a deep, guttural roar, it unleashed a dark magic breath that enveloped her. Just like that, Apple Bloom became an inanimate apple!
"Apple Bloom. No!" Applejack cried as the monster laughed.
"You dare hurt a little girl like that! You are gonna pay for this!" Fluttershy shouted as she summoned her whistle and called out her animal army. Unfortunately, the monster's breath is powerful enough that it turned her animal army into fruits before Fluttershy got enveloped as well. Once it all clears, Fluttershy go turned into a giant cherry!
"Fluttershy!" Pinkie shouted as the monster teleported in front of her. Before she can fire explosives from her party-blower hands, it breathed on her as she turned into a strawberry!
The Guardians could only watch in horror, frozen by the sheer shock of what had just happened.
Before they could retaliate, the monster vanished, teleporting away with a sinister laugh that echoed through the now silent streets.
The Guardians quickly gathered the fruit-ified Fluttershy, Apple Bloom, and Pinkie Pie, their minds racing for a solution. With heavy hearts, Rarity made a portal and one-by-one, they all flew back to Shari's void, carrying their transformed friends with them.
Back in the void, the atmosphere was tense as they laid the fruits down gently, their bright colors a stark contrast to the darkness around them. The Guardians regrouped, the weight of their failure pressing down on them.
Shari looked at the Guardians, her expression solemn. "We'll find a way to reverse this," she said, her voice firm. "But we must act quickly. Grogar won't stop until he rules Canterlot City with an iron fist."
The Guardians nodded, determination replacing their fear. They knew the road ahead would be perilous, but they were ready to face whatever challenges came their way.
"Ah sure hope my sister will be okay." Applejack hoped.
The fate of Canterlot City—and their friends—depended on it.
The sun hung low over Canterlot City, casting an eerie orange glow across the devastated landscape. Smoke billowed from the ruins of buildings, and the distant sounds of sirens and collapsing structures echoed through the empty streets. The once-bustling city now lay in shambles, half of it reduced to rubble by the mysterious plant-like creature that had emerged seemingly out of nowhere.
A brilliant flash of multicolored light signaled the arrival of the remaining Cosmic Guardians. Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Sunset Shimmer, Sci-Twi, and Scootaloo materialized in the midst of the destruction, their faces etched with determination and concern.
"This... this is worse than I imagined," Rarity whispered, her voice trembling as she surveyed the wreckage.
Rainbow Dash clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with anger. "That thing is gonna pay for what it did to our city and our friends."
Sunset Shimmer placed a reassuring hand on Rainbow's shoulder. "We'll get them back. We just need to figure out how to stop that creature first."
Sci-Twi adjusted her glasses, her mind already racing with possibilities. "We should regroup and come up with a plan. Let's head to Wallflower's house; it's on the outskirts of the city and should be safe for now."
Scootaloo nodded, her expression serious beyond her years. "I hope Apple Bloom and the others are okay..."
"They're strong," Sunset assured her. "And so are we. Let's move."
In the boundless expanse of Shari's void, three fruit-ified girls hovered anxiously. Apple Bloom had been transformed into a shiny red apple, Fluttershy into a delicate cherry, and Pinkie Pie into a plump strawberry. Their eyes darted around nervously as Shari, a mystical being with flowing silver hair and eyes that sparkled like stars, conducted a detailed scan using her crystalline staff.
Shari sighed, lowering her staff as the ethereal light around it dimmed. "I'm sorry, girls. My powers aren't able to reverse the transformation. Whatever magic did this is deeply rooted and complex."
Fluttershy's voice quivered, her peach form trembling slightly. "Does that mean we'll be... fruits forever?"
Pinkie Pie's strawberry leaves drooped; her usual exuberance dampened. "But I had so many parties planned! I can't throw parties as a strawberry!"
Apple Bloom tried to put on a brave face, but the fear was evident in her voice. "What if our friends can't change us back? What if we're stuck like this?"
Shari floated closer, her presence soothing. "Don't lose hope. Your friends are resourceful and courageous. If anyone can find a way to save you, it's them. For now, you are safe here with me."
Fluttershy took a deep breath, steadying herself. "You're right. We have to trust in them."
Pinkie Pie's leaves perked up slightly. "And when we get back to normal, I'm throwing the biggest 'We’re Not Fruits Anymore' party ever!"
Apple Bloom chuckled softly. "That's the spirit, Pinkie."
Shari smiled warmly. "That's better. Now, let's keep monitoring the situation. I'll do everything in my power to assist your friends from here."
The group arrived at Wallflower Blush's quaint, plant-filled house. The garden was a verdant oasis amidst the surrounding destruction, untouched by the chaos that had befallen the city.
Inside, the girls gathered around the living room, exhaustion evident on their faces. Wallflower's collection of potted plants and hanging vines created a calming atmosphere, a brief respite from the turmoil outside.
Sci-Twi pulled out her portable lab kit, setting it up on the coffee table. "Alright, let's go over what we know. This creature appears to be some kind of plant-based entity, capable of massive destruction and... turning people into fruits."
Rarity shuddered at the thought. "It's absolutely dreadful. Poor Fluttershy, Pinkie, and Apple Bloom."
Rainbow Dash paced back and forth. "We need to find its weakness. There has to be something that can take it down."
Scootaloo, who had been silently observing the array of plants around the room, suddenly had an idea. Her eyes landed on a bottle labeled "Plant Killer" tucked behind a row of succulents.
"Hey, guys! Look at this!" Scootaloo grabbed the bottle and held it up triumphantly.
Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Plant killer?"
Scootaloo nodded excitedly. "Yeah! If that monster is a plant, maybe this stuff can hurt it!"
Sci-Twi's eyes lit up with intrigue. "That's a brilliant thought, Scootaloo. But we need to test it first to be sure."
They moved to the backyard, where a patch of overgrown grass provided the perfect test subject. Scootaloo aimed the spray bottle and gave a single squirt. Instantly, the grass wilted and turned brown.
Rarity covered her mouth in surprise. "Well, that was... effective."
Rainbow Dash grinned. "If it works that fast on regular grass, imagine what it'll do to that overgrown weed terrorizing our city!"
Sunset's expression grew thoughtful. "But we can't exactly run up to it and start spraying. We need a more efficient delivery method."
Sci-Twi smirked, already formulating a plan. "Leave that to me. I can modify our Cosmic Guardian blasters to incorporate canisters of this plant killer. That way, we can hit it from a distance and with enough concentration to do some real damage."
Scootaloo pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Now we're talking!"
"Great idea, sugarcube!" Applejack cheered.
Rarity looked concerned. "But do we have enough of the plant killer to make a difference?"
Sunset glanced around the garden. "Wallflower is a serious gardener. I'm sure she has more stored somewhere. Let's search the shed."
After a quick search, they discovered several large containers of the plant killer stacked neatly in the shed. Sci-Twi's eyes gleamed as she began gathering the supplies.
"This should be plenty. Give me an hour to make the modifications."
Rainbow Dash cracked her knuckles. "Perfect. While you do that, the rest of us can scout the city and see where that thing is hiding now."
Sunset nodded. "Be careful. We don't want anyone else getting hurt."
Rarity placed a hand on Sci-Twi's shoulder. "Do you need any help, darling?"
Sci-Twi smiled appreciatively. "I think I got it, but thanks. Just make sure to keep an eye out for any survivors who might need help."
As the group dispersed to carry out their tasks, Sci-Twi set up her equipment on Wallflower's workbench. Tools and parts scattered around her as she meticulously began modifying the blasters. Her tongue stuck out slightly in concentration as she soldered wires and adjusted circuits.
An hour later, the team reconvened in the living room. Sci-Twi held up one of the modified blasters, now equipped with a gleaming silver canister filled with the potent plant killer.
"Behold, the upgraded Cosmic Guardian blaster. This should deliver a concentrated dose of the plant killer directly into the creature's system."
Rainbow Dash grabbed one and inspected it eagerly. "Awesome! This is gonna be epic."
Sunset took a blaster and looked at Sci-Twi with admiration. "Great work, Twi. This could be our best shot at stopping that thing."
Scootaloo secured her own blaster, her eyes filled with determination. "Let's do this for our friends."
Rarity adjusted her uniform and nodded resolutely. "For Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Apple Bloom."
Sci-Twi's morpher beeped and Shari's voice came through, echoing slightly. "Girls, any progress on defeating the creature?"
Sci-Twi pressed a button on her morpher. "Yes, Shari. We believe we've found a solution. We've modified our blasters to deliver a plant killer that should be effective against the monster."
Shari's relief was palpable through her voice. "That's wonderful news. The girls here are safe but anxious. Be careful out there."
Sunset replied, "We will. Keep them safe for us."
Shari's voice softened. "Always. Good luck, Cosmic Guardians."
The connection ended, and the girls exchanged determined glances.
Rainbow Dash extended her hand into the center of the group. "Cosmic Guardians, ready to save the day?"
One by one, the others placed their hands atop hers.
"Ready!" they chorused.
They stepped back, each activating their morphers in unison.
"Cosmic Power, Activate!"
A dazzling display of lights and colors enveloped them, transforming their everyday attire into sleek, armored uniforms that shimmered with celestial energy. They also have modified blasters and weapons at hand.
Sunset pointed towards the door. "Let's go show that overgrown weed what happens when you mess with Canterlot City and our friends."
With renewed vigor and a solid plan, the Cosmic Guardians surged forward, ready to face the monstrous threat and restore peace to their beloved city.
The streets were eerily quiet as the Guardians navigated through the wreckage, their senses alert for any sign of the creature. Suddenly, a deep, guttural roar echoed through the air, followed by the sound of trees uprooting and buildings collapsing.
"There!" Scootaloo pointed towards the city center, where the monstrous plant creature towered over the ruins, its massive vines writhing and lashing out, destroying anything in their path.
Rainbow Dash gripped her blaster tightly. "Time to trim this thing down to size."
Sunset raised her hand, signaling for caution. "Remember, we need to get close enough to deliver a concentrated dose. Let's approach from different angles to distract it."
Rarity nodded. "I'll take the left side."
"Scootaloo and I will go right," Rainbow Dash added.
Sunset turned to Sci-Twi. "You and I will take it head-on. Ready?"
Sci-Twi took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. "Ready."
They split up, moving swiftly and stealthily through the debris. As they closed in, the creature's features became more distinct—a grotesque amalgamation of vines, thorns, and pulsating pods that oozed a sickly green sap. Its "head" was a massive flower bud that opened to reveal rows of razor-sharp petals.
Sunset and Sci-Twi stepped into the open, immediately drawing the creature's attention. It let out another roar, swinging a massive vine towards them.
"Now!" Sunset shouted.
They dodged the attack, rolling to opposite sides as they fired their blasters. Jets of the plant killer sprayed onto the creature's body, causing it to shriek in pain as the areas began to wither and blacken.
From the sides, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Scootaloo unleashed their own attacks, targeting the creature's limbs and roots. The combined assault caused the creature to stagger, its movements becoming sluggish.
"This is for my sister!" Applejack shouted as she sprayed away, having the creature becoming even more weak.
"It's working!" Scootaloo cheered.
But the victory was short-lived as the creature unleashed a flurry of thorny vines, forcing the Guardians to take cover.
Sci-Twi analyzed the situation quickly. "We need to target its core. That's what's keeping it alive."
Sunset nodded in agreement. "But it's protected by those outer layers. We need a distraction."
Rainbow Dash's voice crackled over their communicators. "Leave that to me."
Before anyone could protest, Rainbow Dash activated her super speed, becoming a blur as she raced around the creature, firing her blaster repeatedly. The monster thrashed wildly, trying to hit the elusive target.
"Now's our chance!" Sunset yelled.
She, Applejack and Sci-Twi charged forward, aiming their blasters at the exposed core—a glowing green orb nestled within the creature's chest. They fired simultaneously, the concentrated streams of plant killer hitting the core directly.
The effect was immediate. The orb began to crack and sizzle, emitting a high-pitched screech as the creature convulsed. Its vines flailed erratically before slowly drooping and turning black.
Rarity, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo joined in, adding their firepower to ensure the creature was fully neutralized. With one final wail, the monster collapsed, its massive body disintegrating into a pile of ash and withered leaves.
The Guardians lowered their weapons, breathing heavily as they surveyed the aftermath.
"We did it," Rarity said softly, relief washing over her.
Rainbow Dash rejoined the group, a triumphant grin on her face. "Told you that thing was no match for us."
Sunset smiled, placing a hand on Rainbow's shoulder. "Great job, everyone. But we're not done yet. We need to check if this reversed the effects on the people it transformed."
Sci-Twi's morpher beeped urgently. Shari's voice came through, filled with excitement.
"Girls! The transformation is reversing! Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Apple Bloom are returning to normal!"
Cheers erupted among the group.
"Let's get back to Shari's void and bring our friends home," Sunset suggested.
Back at Shari's void, the Guardians arrived to find Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Apple Bloom back to their human forms, albeit a bit shaken.
Pinkie Pie tackled them in a massive group hug. "You did it! You saved us!"
Fluttershy wiped away tears of joy. "Thank you so much."
Apple Bloom grinned at her sister figure, Applejack. "I knew you'd come through."
"Aw, shucks. I could never leave you like that forever, sugarcube." Applejack said as she hugged her little sister.
Scootaloo blushed, rubbing the back of her head. "Couldn't have done it without the team."
Shari observed the reunion with a serene smile. "Well done, Cosmic Guardians. You have once again protected your world from peril."
Sunset turned to Shari; gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you for keeping them safe."
Shari nodded gracefully. "Always. Now, I believe there's a city that needs rebuilding and people who need reassurance."
Rarity sighed, thinking about the destruction. "It's going to take a lot of work to restore Canterlot City."
Sci-Twi smiled optimistically. "But we'll do it together. Just like we always do."
Pinkie Pie bounced excitedly. "And once everything's back to normal, we're having the biggest 'We Saved the City Again' party ever!"
Everyone laughed, the tension and fear finally melting away.
Sunset extended her hand. "Let's go home."
Hand in hand, the group left Shari's void, ready to face the challenges ahead with renewed strength and unbreakable bonds of friendship.
A few days later, Canterlot City was abuzz with activity. Volunteers from all over joined forces to clear debris, rebuild structures, and help those affected by the attack. The Cosmic Guardians have worked tirelessly alongside the citizens; their spirits high despite the hard labor.
Sometime later at Wallflower's house, the Cosmic Guardians were taking a brief respite. It's just when Wallflower and her family came in.
"Hi, Wallflower. How was your family's vacation?" Apple Bloom asked.
"It's great. I'm just worried about my plants, since when my family went back here, the city was demolished." Wallflower exclaimed.
"Well, luckily. Your plants are all safe and taken care of." Sunset said, stepping aside to show their gardening friend the work they have done. Those plants are really looking a lot healthier.
"Aw, I'm so proud of all of you," Wallflower exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride and happiness.
Rarity smiled modestly. "We're just glad everything is great in the end, darling."
Pinkie Pie jumped up, confetti inexplicably exploding around her. "Garden party, anyone?"
Everyone groaned playfully but couldn't suppress their smiles.
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<p>Starlight, still in grief from Trixie's death, Trys to see her friend, or a digital version. originally for one last time, plans change as Starlight Is forced to reconnect with her seven friends.</p><br/><br/><p>The name and concept are loosely based of kinito pet.</p>
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Starlight Places down the large white box-like device with a screen and hooks it up to a large battery normally used to power light bulbs. She was alone... still grieving, even after days she couldn’t let go... How long had it been since she locked herself in her office? either way she tries to turn the device on. however, it doesn't turn on. She pushes various buttons, and even tries hitting it, but to no avail. Frustrated and annoyed, she puts her muzzle in hooves. “C'mon, stupid device...”
Then, finally the screen lights up as the device boots up, Starlight is startled by the sound of the device powering on, she leans closer, towards the screen. Finally, after days of refusing to talk with anypony, at least here she can pretend she has some company. Sure, the device was mostly plain, but with the disk in her hand, she should be able to download something... something she needed... She fumbles with the disk a bit, but eventually slots it into the device. This had better work... The device starts downloading the disk's data, until finally a new program appears, Trix.exe.
She stares at the screen in disbelief... This might actually work, then? She hesitantly hits the screen to open the program. “Please don't be a virus, please don't be a virus...” she thinks to herself.
A small hat like Trixie's appears in the middle of the screen, before a digital Trixie hops out of it. "Hello, I am Trixie, Your Great and powerful Computer companion!!!"
“No way... did that actually work?” Starlight leans in, her muzzle nearly touching the screen. “You're... an exact replica of Trixie, even down to her ego...” She shakes her head, realizing she's literally talking to a computer program. “I must have really lost it if I'm going to talk to a computer program...” She sighs, but then just decides that she really doesn't care about how weird it might be. There's no one but this program of Trixie listening to her, after all. “...So, uh, what do you... do... exactly?”
But there was no response, Trixie just stood there, idle...
Starlight was hoping for a response, so she pokes the screen a few times. “Hello? Trixie? Are you... alive in there?” She looks down at the board and starts tapping keys at random. Hopefully one does something... after pressing one of many, a small text box pops up, waiting for a response, Starlight looks at the pop-up, and slowly begins typing into the box: Hello?
"Hello!"
Starlight’s a little startled that she gets a prompt response from the program, but she types in another message: You can actually respond to me? Can you have a conversation?
"Yes, I can hold a conversation for as long as the user likes"
She lets out a sigh of relief. It's not as good as having the real Trixie talk to her, but it's better than being cooped up in here all alone. She types: Great. I need someone to talk to badly...
"Why? Haven't you seen anypony recently?"
She pauses, but then types: ... No. I haven't talked to anypony in quite a while, actually. I've just been locked up in my office, avoiding any interaction.
"Oh... I’m sorry to hear that"
She pauses a bit more before replying and starts typing once again: ... Yeah. I guess I've been struggling to deal with something, but I've just shut myself away. I probably don't look great right now because I haven't showered or anything...
"Don't think bad of yourself, I think you look great... if I could see of course"
She stops at this. Does this program really think she looks good? She types out: That's... a weird thing for a program to say. I don't feel like I look good. I look terrible. My mane's messy, my coat's a mess, my eyes are bloodshot and dry from crying and not sleeping... I'm a mess.
She almost laughs, for a moment. This is still a computer program, and yet it's trying to console her... it's oddly endearing in a way. She replies: I'm not interested in getting help from Rarity right now. Or from any of my friends. They'll worry about me if I say anything... or they'll be mad I've been isolating myself.
"They might be worried about you, or worse and think your dead and force their way in"
She pauses. She hadn't thought about that... would her friends really force their way inside if she didn’t talk with them for a long time? She didn't want that, she wanted to be alone... She reluctantly types out: ... They would do that, actually...
"Especially Twilight, you are her student after all, and you know how anxious she can be."
She sighs as she types: That's true... I can picture Twilight trying to break down the door already, yelling at me. Or doing something else with magic to get in...
"So maybe go out, talk with some ponies for a bit, get yourself washed up, maybe visit your friends"
She takes a moment to stare at the screen, thinking it over. It would be nice to see some of her friends... and maybe not being cooped up in this office constantly would be nice, too. She replies: ... Alright. I'll get myself cleaned up and go see some of my friends...
"You go girl!"
She actually chuckles this time... a computer program is the only thing encouraging her right now, but it is making her feel a little better. She sends one more message: Thanks. Can I talk to you later tonight, though?
She stands up from the desk, and sighs. Alright, time to clean up and go find some ponies… maybe she could also stop by the library and talk to Twilight for a bit. Maybe she will be the only pony she talks with today. Hopefully the others will go easy on her after being missing for so long...
"Oh, and Starlight, I’ll see you tonight~"
She pauses, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. A computer program is flirting with her… “I will… see you later.”
She turns off the computer and exits her office. She feels a bit more cheerful, but she’s still going to feel bad for isolating herself from her friends. Maybe being isolated for this long is messing with her head, and that’s why she’s attracted to a computer program as a companion…
But still, she pushes those thoughts aside. It really is time for her to talk to some ponies… and she does want to see Fluttershy first, because she would be the most worried about her. She knows where Fluttershy lives, so she starts to trot towards there.
She arrives at the house and takes a moment to look at it. Fluttershy is a very shy pony, so it’s no surprise she prefers to live away from the noise of the city. Hopefully she’s home… but she will just have to knock on the door and find out.
"Who is it?"
"It’s Starlight. Can you let me in?"
Fluttershy then opens the door "Starlight? What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I came here to… talk to you, actually. Can I come inside?"
"Yeah yeah.. Come in"
She steps inside, relieved her friend didn’t question her reasons too much. As she steps inside, she looks around the cottage. It’s got the same atmosphere as Fluttershy herself… homey, safe. Fluttershy’s animals are also running around, too.
"Are you alright? What have you been doing for the past few weeks?"
"Just… had a lot on my mind, and just wanted some time alone. I’m okay, though. I’m sorry for making you worry..."
"You’re filthy, when was the last time you showered?"
"To be honest, I… haven’t showered in a while."
"And judging by the stains on your hoof prints, you came her straight here…. You really need to take care of yourself." Fluttershy grabs one of Starlights hoof's and starts to pull her towards the bathroom
“Whoa, whoa- What are you doing?”
Fluttershy leads Starlight into the bathroom "You need a bath; you’re not going to leave here until you’re clean"
"Fluttershy, I’m a big pony, I can take a bath by myself!"
"Then explain why you’re covered in filth Starlight. Have you even been eating or sleeping properly?" Fluttershy then turns the tap in the bath on, warm water rushing into the bathtub
"F-Fine…! I… haven’t eaten or slept properly, either. I spent days cooped up in my office, refusing to open the door for anypony. I don’t remember the last time I took a bath, either…"
"You’ve been depriving yourself of the outside world for this long? For celestia’s sake, I’m surprised no one has tried to check upon you yet"
"I… isolated myself so ponies wouldn’t worry about me. It didn’t work, though, now ponies probably think I’m dead and would kick down the door to my office…"
"Get in the bath before I push you in myself"
Starlight gives her friend a pouty look, but then sighs. This is embarrassing… “…Fine, I’m getting in the water.” She starts slowly stepping into the bathtub and submerges herself in the warm water. It feels nice and soothing…
Fluttershy starts to wash the mud and dirt off of Starlight’s body "Have you at least kept on top of personal hygiene in that school of yours?"
"Umm, no. Not really. I didn’t really think about it when I was isolating myself in that office…"
"You need to start taking better care of yourself, Starlight. Why did you lock yourself away in the first place?"
"I… I haven’t been feeling well. I’ve felt depressed, I guess you could say. So I just… hid away without wanting to talk to anyone, hoping that I would have enough time to feel better. It hasn’t worked though…"
Fluttershy then pours a bottle of shampoo over Starlight‘s head and starts washing her mane
"For how long have you been feeling this way?"
"Several weeks now. It probably sounds silly, getting this depressed over… little things, but I just kept feeling worse and worse, to the point I didn’t want to talk to anypony. Even my friends…"
Silence fills the room... "This is about Trixie isn’t it?…"
Starlight pauses before responding. Of course Fluttershy would piece it together. How could she deny it at this point? She closes her eyes and replies quietly: “…Yeah. It’s about Trixie…”
"I thought as much… You haven’t been the same since her funeral, I get the feeling you’ve been blaming yourself for what happened."
"…You’re right, actually. I… I do blame myself. I keep thinking, what if I had done something different? Maybe... Trixie would’ve still been alive..."
Fluttershy turns Starlights head towards her "No, what happened to Trixie wasn’t your fault. Blaming yourself over something you had no control over is not healthy for you."
"Fluttershy, you don’t understand… I brought Trixie along with me. I should’ve known better. I should’ve been more careful…"
"I’m not going to say losing Trixie wasn’t a tragedy, it was. But you need you stop blaming yourself, if it’s what you’ve been doing ever since her funeral, then it’s no wonder why you haven’t been taking care of yourself properly."
"I… I know it’s not healthy to blame myself. But… I just can’t help it. There was so much I could’ve done, but I… I failed her. I… I failed as a friend."
"You’re not a failure, Starlight… Trixie’s death was a tragedy, but you need to stop being so hard on yourself and start thinking about your well-being."
"How can I think about my well-being, when all I can think about is what happened to Trixie? I… I miss her. We used to argue and annoy each other constantly, but…. I still cared about her…"
Fluttershy then hands a towel to Starlight, "Of course you do, you were close friends, and it’s natural to miss someone you care about and to feel sad they’re gone. But you’re taking this too far, you’ve been blaming yourself and depriving yourself of what you need mentally, physically, and emotionally."
Starlight steps out of the bathtub and takes the towel from Fluttershy. “I get that… but I just don’t know how to feel better about it. I’ve tried to tell myself I’m not to blame, but the thoughts just come right back. And I can’t stop feeling guilty… I miss Trixie’s company. I miss her showing off and bragging about how she’s the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie, and I’d roll my eyes and call her a dramatic idiot… and she’d do the same to me…”
Fluttershy grabs another towel and starts drying Starlight’s body "That’s what you miss about her, you missed having someone you were close to, someone you could argue with over the smallest of things. Losing someone you were close to is never easy, it can take a massive emotional toll on a pony."
"Yeah… that’s what I miss. She was like a family member to me… And you’re right… Losing her has taken such a huge toll on me, and I just can’t stop feeling horrible… and guilty."
"You don’t need to keep feeling guilty, Starlight. It’s alright to mourn Trixie, but please don’t beat yourself up over it either. She wouldn’t want you to keep blaming yourself and depriving yourself like this." Said Fluttershy as she finished drying Starlight up.
"You’re right… Trixie wouldn’t. She’d make some comment about being the more 'great and powerful' one, and tease me for being so dramatic…"
"Exactly, she’d probably tell you to stop moping and get a grip, get yourself together." Fluttershy then grabs starlight's hoof and leads her out of the bathroom.
"What now? More lecturing about taking better care of myself?"
“That and…” -Fluttershy leads Starlight into the kitchen- “You’re starving yourself. You haven’t eaten properly in days.” She said, placing a plate of vegetables and fruits on the table.
Starlight sighs. she had a feeling that was going to come up at some point. But also can’t really deny the fact that she’s avoided eating properly. She looks at the plate of food on the table. “A salad…?”
"Yes, a salad. Now, since you haven’t been taking care of yourself for the past several weeks, I’m not going to let you go home until I know you’re not going back to depriving yourself of food. You’re not going to be leaving until you’ve eaten every single thing off that plate. Understood?"
She groans. A few weeks ago, she would have probably gotten into an argument with Fluttershy about her being so stern and ordering her around, but at the moment, she doesn’t really have the heart for it. She’d be wasting her time arguing, anyway. “Alright, I’ll eat the damn salad…”
She sits down in a chair next to the table. She can’t believe she’s letting herself be ordered around like this… but she swallows what pride she has left and grabs a fork and starts eating the salad. It does taste good, of course, and she’s been so hungry from not eating all week, she can’t deny that. But she’s still feeling a bit annoyed over being basically treated like a child.
"Good, I know this probably doesn’t taste great to you, given how you’ve neglected your body, but it’s fresh and it’s healthy for you."
"No, no, the food tastes fine, it’s just… I’m not a foal, Fluttershy. I don’t need you or anyone telling me I’m starving myself, ordering me to eat a salad. I’m not an infant, I can take care of myself."
"Can you? Because right now, you’re proving to me you’re incapable of looking after basic needs. You were isolating yourself for weeks, not eating, barley sleeping, depriving yourself of the outside world and neglecting your physical and emotional well-being. Tell me how you consider that as taking care of yourself?"
“Yes, I’ve been doing all those things, I get it. I’ve been neglecting my health. I’ve… been a wreck ever since the funeral. I haven’t been taking care of myself like I should. But I’m a grown mare, Fluttershy, I shouldn’t be being ordered around like a foal.”
"You’re acting like one though. Look at you, you’re depriving yourself of basic needs to the point of starvation as if that was a good way of coping with a loss. You may be a fully grown mare but you sure as hell aren’t acting or thinking like one."
"Alright, I get it… You’re right, I’ve been neglecting my physical and emotional needs, and I’m acting like a foal. I understand that. But I’ve been feeling so guilty over what happened to Trixie, that’s why I shut myself away and stopped eating…"
"I know you feel guilty, I get that. But depriving yourself of food and sleep isn’t healthy nor is it the right way to overcome that guilt. So please for the love of Celestia, start taking care of yourself. Or I’ll be keeping you here for who knows how long."
She sighs. She knows there is no way she’s getting out of this without promising to take better care of herself. She’d be willing to stay here and put up with Fluttershy bossing her around… but she still has responsibilities at the School of Friendship to take care of. She can’t leave the school alone for who knows how long. “Okay, I promise I’ve learned my lesson about depriving myself of food and sleep. But I really have to get back to the school soon…”
"And why exactly do you need to get back to the school now?"
“Well… I’m headmare there, obviously. I have responsibilities now. I need to help take care of the students. There’s also school duties I need to take care of, and… paperwork.”
"You can’t be serious… You’ve spent weeks isolating yourself from the world, not eating, sleeping or even taking care of your own personal hygiene, and now you want to go straight back to working at the school?"
"Yes, Fluttershy. I know I’ve been neglecting myself, and I understand why you’re concerned, but I’m Headmare of the School. I can’t just be… lounging around at your cottage, I want to return to the school and continue taking care of my duties there."
Fluttershy sighed "Starlight, you’ve been neglecting yourself and depriving yourself of basic needs for several weeks. You’ve not only physically suffered because of it but also mentally too, you really think it’ll benefit you to go back to the school and return to your responsibilities right now? In the state you’re in?"
"No, I don’t think going back to the school right now will benefit me, but I can’t keep sitting around at your house avoiding my responsibilities! The duties and students at my school need me! I’m Headmare, dammit!"
"The school will be fine if you take a short break, Starlight. They’ll cope without you for a few days until you’re feeling better. In fact, I’m not going to let you return to the school until I know you’re well enough to handle it mentally, which you’re not."
"Excuse me? You’re not going to let me leave your house until you’ve decided I’m mentally well enough? So, what, I have to stay at your house like an infant who’s been grounded? Am I not even an adult anymore?"
"Oh, don’t act as if you’re being treated like a child! If you were able to look after yourself properly I wouldn’t be ordering you to stay here and look after yourself! You’ve spent the last few weeks neglecting yourself and acting on nothing but guilt and self-blame! You think I’m going to let you go back to isolating yourself when you’re not in the right mental state?!"
"Yes, all of that is true, I’ve been acting on guilt and self-blame, and I’ve neglected myself. But you don’t get to Order me to stay here!"
"Oh really? Then where do you plan on going? Do you really think I’ll just let you go back to going on a several week self-destructive meltdown because of a death of a friend? How do I know you’re going to go back to isolating yourself again once you’re alone?"
"I’ve already told you I promise to care for myself better now, haven’t I?! I swear I’m not just going to go back to isolating and neglecting myself again! I promise to take care of myself!"
"How am I supposed to know you mean it? You’ve said you’ve ‘promised’ to take better care of yourself but then you immediately turned around and insisted you had to go back to the school after weeks of neglecting yourself. You’re trying to return to the environment where you isolated yourself when this started, so excuse me if I’m not going to instantly believe your promise."
"I swear it with all my heart; I promise to take better care of myself! Why do you keep being so damn bossy to me?!"
"I’m not ‘being bossy’ to you for the sake of it, Starlight. I’m doing this because I’m worried about you, you’ve done nothing but neglect yourself. You know how mentally and physically draining it is to go weeks without eating proper food, you’ve not been getting enough sleep, don’t even get me started on your personal hygiene-"
"I get it, Fluttershy, alright? I haven’t been taking care of myself properly. I’ve not been eating or sleeping enough; my hygiene has been terrible. You don’t need to nag me about it incessantly! It’s already clear I’ve been neglecting myself, it’s like you keep hammering the point into my head when I already get it! Yes, I’ve been treating my body like garbage. Yes, I haven’t been sleeping enough. Yes, I’ve been wallowing in guilt and self-pity. Are you happy now that you’ve pointed that all out?! Why do you keep repeating it over and over like I’m an idiot who doesn’t get it the first twenty times you nag me about it?!! I promise I’m planning to stop neglecting myself, alright?! I’m going to start eating and sleeping proper amounts again, I’m going to take care of my personal hygiene, and I’m going to stop wallowing in self-pity and guilt. Is that enough to stop being so damn bossy to me about it and let me leave your house?!"
"Is that enough…? Honestly? No, Starlight, it’s not. I’m not going to stop nagging about it until I know you’ve actually learned from your mistakes and know you’ll keep looking after yourself. You say all of those things about how you’re going to take better care of yourself but are you being truthful or just trying to say anything you can to get me to shut up?"
“Why do you doubt me so much?! Why don’t you trust me when I say I’m going to start treating myself better? What, did you suddenly turn into the most sceptical mare in all of Equestria or something?! Is it really that hard for you to believe, that I just might mean it when I promise to stop neglecting myself? Why can’t you just take my word that I won’t just go right back to isolating myself again at the school once I’m out of the damn door, like you think I will?! I know my own word should be enough for you, but instead you’re treating me like you think I’m some stubborn little foal who needs a damn babysitter! You know I’m a fully grown mare, right?! So stop talking to me like I’m a little child who doesn’t know how to take care of herself! You know what?! I just can’t stand this anymore!” Starlight yells, turning as she starts to storm off towards the front door.
Fluttershy however, quickly blocks the door "Where do you think you’re going?"
"Out the front door. Please just move out of the damn way before I force my way through you."
"No. I’m not going to do that. I’m not letting you go anywhere until you can properly assure me that you’re not going to neglect yourself the moment you walk out that door."
“…Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Starlight casts a spell that telekinetically throws Fluttershy back against the nearby wall, then turning around and blasts the front door off its hinges. before storms out.
She runs all the way back to the school, her mind still replaying Fluttershy’s words over and over again. She is still so frustrated. It’s like she just can’t get the image of Fluttershy acting with so much condescension and bossiness towards her, not believing anything she said, questioning her word, treating her like a little kid who doesn’t know how to care for herself. It’s all like it’s just burned into her mind and refuses to leave. the first thing she does is head straight for her office. She can’t stand dealing with anyone right now, all she wants to do is lock herself up in her damn office and try to cool off. She walks to her dirty office.... and finds Twilight sleeping in her chair... but she’s not going to let that get in the way of her just wanting to be alone in her office.
“Uh, Twilight? Wake up.”
Twilight wakes up with a yawn "Hm, what time is it... How long was I asleep...?"
"It’s the middle of the damn night. What are you even doing here and sleeping in my office?"
"Ah, my apologies for falling asleep in your office. I was looking for you, but couldn't find you anywhere... So I just.." -Twilight Yawns- "ended up falling asleep while waiting..."
"Just… how long have you been searching for me?"
"I've been looking for you all day ever since you didn't show up when I knocked on your office door..."
"Well, I was at Fluttershy’s all day. Why did you want to see me?"
"Well, I'm just a concerned friend, wondering just how you've been doing... And I'm worried about you. You haven't exactly been yourself in the last couple weeks, ever since the... incident..."
"I’m fine, alright. Can I please just be alone right now? I’m tired. I’m really tired…"
"Alright, I'll give you some space. But can I ask you one thing before I leave?"
Starlight Grones "…Yes, what is the question?"
"Why do you have a computer program of Trixie?"
"Wait, you looked at my computer? Why were you looking at my computer?"
"Your office door was unlocked. And you hadn't been responding to anything, or even being seen by anyone for weeks. I got worried, so I went in and looked through your office a bit... And during my search, I noticed the computer. And I saw that it had that Trixie program on there... Why do you even have it on your computer...?"
"Why does the Trixie program matter so much to you…?"
"It just seems a bit strange; don't you think? You haven't been yourself ever since you saw Trixie fall off of that cliff. And I just happen to find a computer program of Trixie on your computer..."
At first, Starlight had no idea why Twilight was asking about it, and now she’s starting to get a very bad feeling she knows where this is going… "Just… what are you trying to imply?"
"Maybe you... miss her? And having the computer program is supposed to be some kind of... way to cope and replace that... missing part?"
"Can I please just be alone? Seriously…?"
Twilight looks up at starlight "Alright, if that's what you want... I'll leave you alone, for now. But please... Don't isolate yourself from your friends. We care about you, don't forget that."
"Alright, alright… I won’t… I won’t, now will you please just leave?"
"I'll be going now. But please, take care of yourself." Twilight said as she walks towards the door and leaves closing it.
Starlight couldn’t believe Twilight just randomly showed up and then was asking her all these questions. She knew her friends are just trying to care for her, but it’s as if they think she can’t take care of herself at all. And now alone in her damn office and in peace, she can finally be alone and not be bothered or nagged by anyone… She sighs to herself again as she now finally has the solitude she’s been wanting for hours. No Fluttershy, no Twilight, no annoying pony to keep nagging her. She can finally just sit down in her office and have some time alone… But for some odd reason, now that she finally has the solitude she wanted, she suddenly feels a sense of loneliness. She groans and buries her face in her hooves. Damn, so now she misses the presence of other ponies, even though she was just wanting to be alone a moment ago? Dammit…
She groans and looks up again. she did have at least one pony she can talk to. One silly, cheerful, overly optimistic, computer program pony… She walks over and sits down in front of her computer at her desk. She can’t believe she’s about to fire her up, but to be honest, right now, she just wants a friendly face to talk to, as stupid as it may look to be talking to a computer program… She boots up the computer and waits for it to fully load. Once it does, as the Trixie program starts up, she finds herself feeling a bit silly for booting it up, and a mix of anticipation and curiosity as she watches the program load. She’s curious and nervous to see how the program will respond to her…
"Yawwn, Hello Starlight!!"
She’s a bit surprised that the program seems to be in a fairly cheerful mood. That’s good, she didn’t expect that the Trixie program would seem to be in a good mood. She replies, still feeling a bit of nervousness, and a bit silly for talking to a computer program. “Uh, hey, Trixie... You feeling alright?”
Trixie doesn’t responed.
She groans to herself as she realizes this. Yes, that’s right, the program can’t hear her… That’s why she needs to talk to it through the keyboard. But which button was it again…? She quickly looks at the keyboard, trying to quickly find the button that lets her talk to Trixie. She continues looking at all the keys and tries remembering which one could’ve been the right one to talk with the program… Damnit, why can’t she remember which button it was. There are just so many keys and she can’t seem to remember. And then, a thought suddenly comes to mind… As a last ditch effort, she places a hoof on the keyboard and just starts hitting random keys at random points on the keyboard. She knows it’s stupid, and she knows the chances of finding the correct key are very low… But she doesn’t know what else to do right now, she just wants to talk to the damn program…
After hitting the correct key and suddenly seeing the textbox pop up out of nowhere, she groans in both relief and frustration. Of course, it just had to be a key close towards the bottom right side of the keyboard, and she can’t believe she really just had to hit random keys to find it. But luckily, now she can finally communicate with the Trixie program.
She thinks for a moment about what to type into the textbox… But then, she figures she’ll just try and act casual. It would look weird to try and be overly formal with a computer program that’s supposed to be a friend. She types into box a short question, trying to sound casual when asking it: “How are you today, Trixie?”
"Oh starlight, Your back!"
Starlight groans internally when reading that cheerful reply. She can’t believe she’s actually sitting here, talking with a computer program, and that she’s actually glad to ‘see’ the program respond so casually to her. But she shakes her head and continues her conversation with the program. “Yeah, I’m back. I, uhm… I was hoping to just talk for a while…”
"Sure thing, how was it with your friends?"
This question makes Starlight think for a moment. Honestly, her day with her friends wasn’t exactly the best. First with Fluttershy and all her nagging… And then with Twilight, who randomly just came into her office without asking or anything… and for some reason, she suddenly was asking her questions about the Trixie program on her computer. She’s a bit confused why Twilight was so interested in that damn program, but she quickly shakes off those thoughts and types her response to Trixie’s question: “Eh, it was alright…”
"Well then, I've been waiting for you~"
She blushes a bit at that reply and feels a small, weird flutter in her stomach when reading those words. Seriously, why is she blushing? It’s only a stupid computer program, and it’s just acting like that because that’s how it’s programmed and how it’s supposed to be… “You were waiting for me?”
“I sure Have”
She feels a bit more flustered and awkward when reading that response. How the hell does this dumb little program always manage to get her blushing like this? She groans to herself and composes herself before typing her reply. She makes sure to sound casual and not let the computer program affect her to much “Why were you waiting for me?”
"Well, I can't really do anything when the computer is off"
Starlight groans to herself again and facepalms at that response. Of course, how silly could she be? The computer program can only function when the computer is on, and it can’t do anything when the computer is simply off. It’s a computer program after all, but… She can’t believe she’s actually finding it’s innocence and simple responses to be a bit… cute or charming. Dammit…
"So, who did you reconnect with today?"
That question makes Starlight groan and roll her eyes. Damn Trixie for immediately reminding her yet again of Fluttershy’s annoying nagging that just kept going on and on… She feels a mix of annoyance and frustration just thinking about Fluttershy… She’s got an urge to just type in ‘ugh, annoying Fluttershy’, but she decides not to and simply answers with a short reply instead. “Eh, the usual. Fluttershy, and Twilight…”
"Well, 2 two ponies you've reconnected with, five left"
She groans and buries her face in her hooves when reading that response. It’s such a dumb reply, and she knows that, but she can’t help but find that small little comment at the end to be… cute. Seriously, why does this dumb little program’s stupid little comments always manage to cause her heart to flutter like this? She’s talking to a stupid computer program, for Celestia’s sake. Nevertheless, she does type a response into the textbox: “Five more left?”
"Yep, five left; Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash," -Trixie looks to the side and angerly mutters to herself, but Starlight could still hear her- "Sunburst," -Trixie then looked back at Starlight- "Then You'll have reconnected with ALL your friends!!!"
Starlight groans and rolls her eyes at that response. Yes, she already knows quite well that there are still the rest of her friends left, and she’s already guessed that her computer program will try and remind her of that too. However, she does suddenly look up at reading that last name, her heart giving a sudden jump for some reason. Sunburst? Well, she did already see him again, and they’re on good terms again, but… What the hell does the program have against him suddenly? And… Wait, why am she suddenly feeling so weird over a computer program talking about him…?
She shakes away those weird little inner thoughts and composes herself, trying to focus on the conversation at hand. “And uhm… why did you mutter Sunburst?”
"Hm? Mutter Sunburst, what are you talking about?"
She groans. Really, now that program is pretending it doesn’t know what she’s talking about? She groans internally and tries again “Come on, don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You muttered his name a moment ago.”
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I simply said his name normally, you might be stressed"
She groans again, now seriously starting to get a bit annoyed in a not cute or endearing way. She knows she’s not imaging things. The Trixie program definitely muttered his name. But then, in order to have proof of this, she suddenly gets an idea. She types into the textbox: “Say his name again, then.”
"Sunburst!"
She sighs. Alright, she was hoping the program would actually mumble his name again. But no, of course the program has to speak his name in a perfectly normal way this time around… She groans and buries her face in her hooves for a moment. This is ridiculous. Why is she even getting so worked up over a dumb computer program mumbling the name of her only living, best friend. Goddamn it…
"Hmmm, Its starting to get late. you should go to sleep!"
She grunts and rolls her eyes again when reading that reply. Yes, she’s already aware its late, and the fact that she’s been sitting here for so long chatting with the Trixie program… Wait… Has she really been sitting here just chatting with a computer program? Seriously, what in Celestia’s damn name is wrong with her…. How pathetic is she… “Yeah, I should be getting tired by now, I guess…” She groans and sighs again, trying to figure out how to end the conversation. How on earth do you end a conversation with a computer program? Can’t she just turn it off and walk out and not have it say anything back to her…? She groans again at that prospect. She knows it wouldn’t feel right for her to end the small friendship talk without a proper ‘Goodnight’ or anything. So, she finally types a simple ‘Goodnight’, and hopes the Trixie program will respond with something equally simple…
"Before you go, there's just one think I ask."
She groans upon reading that message. What the hell does the program want now? She’s starting to feel a bit tired and just wants to go to bed now. But she sighs and types into the textbox: “What is it?”
"Could you just lean in closer, until your snout is touching the screen?"
Starlight groans and rolls her eyes again at reading that message. Leaning her snout in to touch the screen does sound really stupid, and it’s also a request she wouldn’t usually humour. But… She suddenly sighs and moves her head closer, until her nose is touching the screen a bit. “It’s touching the screen, now what?”
The digital Trixie quickly ran up to the screen and gives it a peck.
Starlight gasps and reels back in shock. In an instant, her face is completely blushing red, and her heart is beating crazy as she stares wide-eyed at the screen. She can’t believe the program actually did that! Holy Celestia….
"Good night~"
Starlight stares at the screen for a few more moments, her heart still beating like crazy and her whole face still blushing a bright red. She can’t believe this is happening. This is just… stupid and so unbelievable. She can’t believe the stupid computer program just went up to the screen and kissed it… right where her snout was. It was an action that made her heartbeat like crazy, and that also caused a weird fluttering in her stomach… Finally, after a long time, she finally manages to regain her composure and type a short reply into the textbox: “H… Goodnight.”
She suddenly jumps when the computer screen goes black, and she is left sitting there, in a well-lit office, with only the light coming from an open window, with the computer screen turned off. Her face is still completely flushed a bright red, especially her cheeks, and her heart is still beating crazy. Slowly, she groans and covers her face with her hooves, finally starting to process what just happened. Did that program just… kiss the screen in front of her…? She can’t believe it… She groans even louder when slowly realizing just how much that simple action actually did affect her…
On Twilights way out, she heard hoof steps somewhere in the school, Twilight raises her head upon hearing hoof steps coming from somewhere within the school, her curiosity peaked. She slowly walks down the hall towards the sound. Then, in the dark she sees somepony, RUNNING TOWARDS HER! Twilight lets out a small scream as she sees a dark silhouette charging at her. She takes a few steps back, bracing herself for who knows what, Then Fluttershy stops Infront of her, “Oh my gosh, Fluttershy! You scared me! What are you doing here this late at night?”
"Oh, I-I’m sorry to have startled you, Twilight. I’m here because I’ve been looking for Starlight. Have you seen her?"
"Yes, I've seen her. She's in her office. However, she doesn't want to be disturbed right now..."
"I need to speak with her. What do you mean she ‘doesn’t want to be disturbed right now’?"
"I mean that she's isolating herself from everyone right now. I came here searching for her because I was worried. And she won't talk with anyone at the moment."
"…I see… and how long has she been in her office?"
"I came here in the late afternoon, and she didn't respond to anything I said, so I went inside her office. After that, I ended up falling asleep and didn't wake up until only a few minutes ago... So it's been at least 60 seconds - 2 hours..."
"I have to go see her. I need to speak to her. I need to make sure she’s ok. Would you mind if I go in there?"
"I don't mind if you do. But I doubt that you'll be able to get her to open up to you... She doesn't want anyone to talk to her right now, she just wants to be left alone."
"I’m still going to try and talk to her. I’m not leaving here until I do."
Twilight tries to make once last attempt to dissuade Fluttershy from bothering Starlight “I understand that you want to try to talk some sense into her, but you're only going to end up wasting your time. Starlight isn't willing to talk to anyone right now. But I can't stop you from going in, so go ahead. Just don't get your hopes up.”
"Well… I have to at least try. Wish me luck…" Fluttershy Runs off
Twilight watches as Fluttershy runs off towards Starlight's office. She thinks it's a pointless effort to try and get through to her, but she can at the very least hope something good will come from Fluttershy's attempt, Twilight starts to walk back towards the exit of the school, the late night slowly giving her a sense of dread and uneasiness. She just hopes that things won't end badly between Starlight and Fluttershy...
Meanwhile, Fluttershy approaches the door and takes a deep breath, preparing herself. She then reaches out and knocks on the door, waiting a few moments to see if Starlight will respond back, no response The lack of a response doesn’t surprise Fluttershy. She didn’t think it would be so easy, if at all. Not giving up, she knocks on the door again, a little louder this time, once again, no response.
Fluttershy’s anxiety starts to rise slightly in her chest as she’s met with no response, but she quickly shakes it off. The determination in her eyes only seems to harden, and her frown strengthens in firmness. She knocks on the door for a third time, now a little louder. “Starlight, open the door please. I want to talk with you.” Still no response, “Starlight, please. You can’t just shut me out. I know you’re in there. Stop refusing to talk to me. Please open the door.”
But still no response. Starlight would have to leave eventually Fluttershy thought to herself as she yawned “She can’t stay in there forever… I’ll wait for her to leave.” Taking a deep breath to prepare herself, Fluttershy sits down against the cold wall next to the closed door, waiting for Starlight to exit. And slowly, she starts to drifts off. Try as she might to keep herself awake, her exhaustion soon begins to win out, as well as her anxiety and frustration, and she drifts off into a light doze.
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Sweetie's Wet And Messy Discovery
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Sweetie Belle wakes up one night unable to reach the bathroom in time, but perhaps that's not such a bad thing.
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<p>Sweetie Belle wakes up one night in her room at her parents house, unable to reach the bathroom in time.</p><p>As she'll soon discover, though, perhaps that's not such a bad thing.</p><p>Content Warnings: <span class="spoiler">Foalcon</span>, <span class="spoiler">Bedwetting</span>, <span class="spoiler">Bedmessing</span>, <span class="spoiler">Farting</span>.</p><p>Content Warnings also in authors note inside.</p>
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Crickets were chirping as Luna's stars lit up the night sky over a sleeping Ponyville.
On the second floor of a two story house, a small white unicorn filly slept with a smile on her face, tucked into her bed and completely carefree as she dreamed the night away.
As the night continued on, Sweetie Belle's expression became slightly uneasy as she crossed her hindlegs in her sleep, rolling over onto her side.
The distressed filly let out a quiet whimper as her hind legs trembled, green eyes opening as her bulging bladder woke her up.
"No no no... not now..." Sweetie Belle whimpered as her bladder spasmed, tiny droplets of urine managing to squeeze out of her urethra and slide down her lips. The filly fought as hard as she could to not wet herself, her lower lips refusing to open as she clenched her untrained muscles as hard as she could.
The filly lowered her forehooves down to her nethers, pressing them both tightly against her lips to keep from wetting her bed.
Sweetie let out a whimper as her bladder muscles spasmed painfully, pussy lips quivering against her hooves.
'There's no way I can get to the bathroom in time at this point, and holding it like this really hurts. ...So what if I just let go?' Sweetie Belle thought to herself, feeling strangely excited at the prospect. Her bladder spasmed painfully once more, and she nodded after a moment of contemplation, before spreading her hindlegs apart and relaxing her muscles, swishing her tail to the side to keep it dry and removing her hooves from her crotch in the process.
Nothing happened for several seconds, prompting the filly to start actively trying to pee.
Soon, urine started leaking out from between her folds, causing the filly to sigh in relief as the painful pressure in her bladder finally started to fade. The foal's pee trailed down her butt in rivulets, one thin trail running directly over her white ponut and making her giggle from the sensation, the liquid soaking into the yellowing bedsheets below.
'This... actually feels really nice,' Sweetie Belle thought as she continued to wet her bed. Curious and wanting to get a look at what was happening, Sweetie Belle leaned up and pulled her blanket out of the way with her hooves, peering down at her crotch as piss leaked out from between her closed dark grey pussy lips.
The wetting filly stared in fascination with wide eyes as her urine dribbled out. Suddenly desiring a better view, she grabbed a nearby hoof mirror in her magic and brought it down in front of her crotch, angling it so she could see her pussy and pristine white anus, the once-pure filly blushing at the sight of her privates being so exposed. She then lowered her hooves down to her pussy and pulled her lips apart, revealing her pink inner flesh and two holes, one larger and deeper than the other much smaller one above it that her urine was escaping from, sticky strands of arousal stretching across her larger vaginal canal.
The pissing filly stared in fascination as she truly and fully saw her privates for the first time, watching as her urine lazily dribbled out of her smaller urethra. Spotting a small pink nub occasionally poking itself in and out of what was from her perspective the top of her pussy, Sweetie Belle curiously poked at it with a hoof the next time it was out, her body spasming briefly from the unexpected pleasure and causing her urine to spurt out a little bit, soaking a further away spot in her bedsheets.
"Oh... wow, I wasn't expecting THAT!" The filly said to herself with a squeak, panting while she recovered from her spasm as her urine started leaking out faster, the previously lazy dribble strengthening into a stream that arced out a few inches and splattered onto her sheets with a low hiss.
Desiring more of that pleasure, Sweetie Belle planted a hoof directly on top of her pussy, her streaming piss soaking it and bouncing off the frog, wetting parts of her white coat and more of her bedsheets below. She waited for when she felt that nub pop out again, and when it did she stroked her hoof along her pussy, rubbing the nub directly.
Sweetie Belle nearly screamed from the pleasure, merely squeaking into her other hoof instead so as to not wake her parents as they slept down the hall from her room.
Having no desire to stop at this point, she started rubbing her hoof up and down her pussy, spreading her lips open with the edge and digging the tip of her hoof into herself as she masturbated for the first time. Small high-pitched moans escaped her as her pleasure grew.
Sweetie Belle leaned her head back against her white pillow and started thrusting her hips into her hoof as her pleasure started to crescendo, humping her hoof and further splashing her urine onto her now soaked and yellowed bedsheet, the scent of arousal and filly pee fully permeating her bed and room.
The filly's pleasure pearl winked out once more, and as her hoof made contact with it, she made a muffled scream into her other hoof as her very first orgasm took hold, fillycum joining her urine as both liquids squirted out and splashed against her hoof, the filly's trembling legs and body twitching harder with each spasm of pleasure.
Sweetie Belle rode her orgasmic high for several seconds, juices squirting out and mixing together into a sticky puddle on her bed with each wave of pleasure. Finally, the delirious filly came down from her pleasure high, panting as she recovered mentally while the last of her once bulging bladder emptied itself into her sheets, urine flow eventually trickling to a complete stop.
"That... that was the best thing ever. If wetting my bed felt that good, how would pooping it feel?" She asked herself, fully commited to sating her aroused curiosity at this point.
Before following up on her inquiry, she brought her soaked and dripping hoof to her nose and sniffed it curiously. Intrigued by the mix of sweet and slightly salty smells, she cautiously stuck her tongue out and licked her juices, humming quietly to herself as she tasted her urine and cum for the first time.
"As weird as it is, I actually kind of like this taste," Sweetie Belle said to herself with a quiet giggle, before licking her hoof clean and swirling the gathered liquids around in her mouth, swallowing it down with a gulp once she'd had her fill of the taste.
Feeling a familiar pressure in her lower abdomen, Sweetie Belle perked up with an excited smile. Grabbing the hoof mirror in her magic once more, Sweetie Belle laid back and positioned it so she could see her tailhole better, curiously rubbing the puffy ring-shaped muscle with her wet hoof, watching as the flesh stretched and moved to follow her hoof. The filly was smiling at the arousing, pleasurable massage she was giving her own butthole.
She then lowered her other hoof to join the first and pulled her cheeks apart, spreading her sphincter open. She was staring with wide green eyes bright with curiosity and a little bit of arousal as she looked around the dark inside of her anus. "Woah..." The horny horned filly whispered to herself as she inspected what she could see of her own rectum.
Once she had sated her curiosity about the inside of her anus, the filly removed her hooves from her tailhole and started pushing, grunting from the effort.
The filly watched as a fart suddenly spread open her quivering ponut, the sensation and sound making the dirty filly giggle.
The dirty-minded filly waited for what felt like several minutes as she felt her heavy load make its way through her bowels, occasionally giggling over her own smelly farts with her pleasure nub winking in and out from the growing arousal she felt.
Her patience finally paid off as she felt her horseapples press against her anus a minute later, the filly's breathing changing to a slower pace from aroused anticipation, the filly able to hear her own heart pumping loudly in her ears.
Taking a few deeper, slower breaths to calm her nerves and racing heart, Sweetie Belle began pushing once more, watching in excitement as her ponut started to quiver from the pressure behind it.
The center of her ponut opened briefly as a low, crackling fart made its way through. Sweetie Belle took a deep breathe to get a real whiff of it, having grown to like her dirty smell over the past several minutes. Once satisfied, she pushed once again, watching in the mirror with fascinated awe as a dark brown lump spread open her sphincter and started sliding out, revealing itself to be a couple inch long log.
The filly's feces slid out partway with a low crackle, before her anus suddenly closed as her muscles twitched and split the log off, causing the first half of it to settle on the yellowed bedsheet right up against her flanks.
"I'm doing it... I'm really pooping my bed!" Sweetie Belle whisper-yelled to herself with an excited squeak as she raised her hind legs up for comfort. She began to push once more, with the rest of the first log sliding out more easily and plopping down to join the first half. It was soon followed by a slightly mushier log that slid out of her flexing tailhole, soon smushing itself against the first log as it exited her no-longer pristine ponut.
The messing filly's heartrate picked up once more as she reached a hoof down and started rubbing her pussy again, the arousal and smell from releasing her heavy load into her own bed too much to ignore for the horny and aroused filly.
Her tailhole opened up again as she pushed, this time multiple smaller lumps of poop sliding out and joining her messy pile in staining both her bed and her inner thighs, each one that she pushed out causing a burst of pleasure that made the filly let out a low moan.
The next load of horseapples was much harder for the filly to push out, the large lump spreading her anus open wide but not moving beyond that point as it was too large to pass through her tight hole.
Sweetie Belle let out a frustrated grunt as she continued to rub her lips, winking nub occasionally popping out and hitting her hoof, her whole body spasming from the brief but powerful pleasure each time.
As the filly approached her second climax of the night, she pushed harder than ever before, struggling to get the blockage out.
"Come on... come on... I'm so close!" The filly whispered to herself as she picked up speed in her rubbing, desperate for a finish.
Her hoof collided with her clitoris once again as she winked, and that was enough to finally set off the filly's much desired second climax.
Her pussy lips spasmed as she squirted once more, a stream of fillycum spraying out and further wetting the sheets, her legs twitching once again as she rode her orgasm, tiny body trembling from the intense pleasure, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
Her large log of feces was finally ejected out of her rectum from the strength of her orgasm, causing it to smear messily into the bedsheets as it slid across them, staining them a dark shade of brown.
The filly panted and sighed from a mix of the pleasure and exertion as she slowly came down from her orgasm.
"I have to show this to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. They're going to love this," she mumbled to herself as she quickly fell asleep in her own wet and sticky mess, two near-consecutive orgasms too much for the filly to stay awake through, forehoof remaining planted incriminatingly over her pussy.
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Fabian_the_Fabulous
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563565
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Original Character,Sad,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Chancing Forward
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A group of runaways from Diamond Mountains stops for the night to create shelter and come to terms with their escape
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<p>It is the end of 8th century after Luna's Banishment, and the Diamond Mountains, home to the dogs of the same name, are being rocked by a wave of slave revolts after the first grand uprising resulted in creation of Country of Bronzehill by the refugees who swore oath to the griffon emperor.</p><p>This story follows a small group of escaped prisoners, three dogs and a unicorn, from the point of view of an old hound named Waggie. </p><p>An entry for <a href="/group/212917/equestria-at-war/thread/542747/the-seventh-annual-equestria-at-war-writing-contest" rel="nofollow">The Seventh Annual Equestria at War Writing Contest!</a></p>
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2024-08-17T19:38:21+00:00
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2024-08-17T19:38:21+00:00
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There was something long forgotten in the smells and shapes that surrounded Waggie, something from the distant time when she was but a tiny pup. Nothing here felt like her rickety bunk in the rancid corner of the barracks, or the cramped sooty canteen, or the darkness and dampness of the mine. If she was aware of the right words, she could say that she was bewildered, lost, overwhelmed with the experience blending with abandoned memories, but for now the old hound laid perfectly still and took comfort in the familiarity of voices ringing close to her.
“What if we are going the wrong way?” The first one, rather raspy, grumbled and howled with an equal degree of anger and fear. “Where are we at all? Do you have any idea where west is, huh?”
“We are on this hill. Not in a shaft, so I suggest you stop yapping.” The second voice hardly showed any emotion. “It’s getting late and we will not go any further today.”
“I agree.” The last one trembled, desperately trying to imitate a wisened serenity. “Naturally, I could provide some light in the night, but sleep would provide us with much needed strength.”
A pause ensued, but not because anyone expected Waggie to weigh in with her own opinion.
“You know what? Fine. I’m done as well.” The silence cooled both anger and fear to a measured, resigned resentment. “Even if the soft-pawed bastards sent a party after us, I need a rest.”
This name has always been confusing to Waggie. The metal-tipped batons wielded by the camp guards did not seem any lighter than her own pickaxe, and she knew full well how quickly that thing caused calluses. She briefly considered asking about it, but quickly turned the thought down.
“We will need a shelter then.” The monotone started giving out tasks as it had done so many times before. “Al, sniff around and rake us some dry leaves. Try to not drag them from the same place, and definitely don’t take them all from the hilltop. Sandy, get large branches, two dozen at the very least.”
A hoarse grunt and affirmative neigh were quickly followed by the rustling sounds of movement.
“Waggie. You are going with me.” There hardly was a need for the name as the pointedly slow tone was a surefire way to understand that she was the one being addressed.
“Yes, Cap’n.” Standing up, Waggie took a deep breath. The many-layered scent that she caught was fizzy and intense, even to her aged nose. The feeling was not unpleasant in itself, but there was a certain dreamy strangeness to it, as this yellow-tinted, sharp odor made others muted, changed. “On your tail.” Finally opening her only good eye - the left one - she took a quick look around, focusing on simpler details. Two dogs and a unicorn, her three companions, were making their way down the slope they all climbed before, and Waggie joined the murmuring march, hurrying to keep up with the one who called out to her.
Even without hearing the title of “Cap’n”, there was no problem singling him out as the leader of this small pack. Curiously, he was not the largest (Waggie was a few heads taller), not the most vigorous (that would be Al, the younger blond-coated dog who despite the previous claims had enough energy to spitefully kick every stick in front of him), did not have the dubious honor of being obviously different (indeed, equine Sandy stood quite apart from her canine fellows) and was bent by their shared past in the same manner as the other three. Still, underneath the dirty, ragged fur, masked by, or rather drowned in apathy, an unbroken will lived on, more than capable to give direction to those left aimless.
Waggie could feel this pull strongly, and back when the only alternative was the numbing rhythm of ore and blood being drained from the veins of mountains and slaves, she did not think twice about allowing it to carry her forward. Here, however, many questions were bubbling up, and while she managed to put a muzzle on some, one slipped through the loose fangs.
“Why is it just us four, Cap’n? I mean, here?”
The words said aloud brought more particularities into Waggie’s mind. This could not have been the real plan, as the whole camp had been abuzz for a time and hushed whispers had permeated through its populace bearing a rare flavor of hope. Truly, revolt - a thing so scary and so brave that a fearful, battered hound could barely grasp it - had been brewing, inspired by tales of the lucky few who broke their chains and reached the mythical griffon lands. One after the other, the rest of the pieces began to fall in place: the tension, the weird packages she had to cart under mined crystals, the gatherings between Cap’n, well-known for his connections, and other chiefs. Evidently, it all went wrong.
While her wits, hardly the sharpest in general and further sapped by the long march, sluggishly processed the dripping insights, they completed their descent. Cap’n, who did not bark a sound on the way, carefully looked around, searching for something.
“This will do. Help me break it off from the stump and then we will tear off the sticking bits.” The instructions were delivered in the usual flat, direct manner, but then he shifted to an unexpected degree of pensiveness and warmth. “Sorry, old girl, I heard you well. I’ll talk to all of you when we’re done.”
Encouraged and a bit calmed, the hound turned to the matter at paw. The large trunk, bent down with a great force, was clinging to its gnarly foundation by strained lines of wrinkly bark. Pushing together, the two dogs widened the cracks until the tree snapped, crashing down with a terrible rattle. Immediately, a dozen birds disturbed by the commotion took to the air, shrieking. By the time they settled back into the nests, Cap’n and Waggie finished peeling the knobby parts away and stood ready to lift their prize.
“Alright. On three.” The collected, orderly voice returned. “One, two, three, and heave!” Both groaned, but the beam came up and after some positioning it was securely resting between them. Getting it onto the hill was no easy task, and the effort required grounded Waggie for good, providing a merciful respite for her troubled conscience.
“Steady now. Lower it over here. Gently!” With another series of stiff sighs the wooden spine occupied its place over a groove in the ground. Soon, Sandy and Al joined them with the respective hauls, and Cap’n proceeded with more commands, directing the crew to add rib-like supports and the covering sheet to the shaping up refuge.
“Should do. No wind, hard to spot from afar, enough space for us.” Cap’n nodded, and a change of tone akin to the one before shook Waggie out of the lull of labor. “Now get in - I have a thing or two to say.”
Squeezing through the entrance hole, the three creatures wiggled to the far side of the improvised dugout. Their leader followed suit shortly.
“Sandy, some light if you may?” With a slight delay, the pony’s horn started glowing faintly, allowing everyone to see the weary face of a tired spotted dog. “Thanks.” Staring back in silence for a couple of seconds, Cap’n winced. “Alright, no point in dragging this by the tail. You guessed there was an uprising in the making. We ran instead of joining it. Why? Because after the first success, the soft-paws were ready. It was going to be a slaughter.”
“You don’t know that. We could have fought!” Al scowled and struck against the earthy floor. “The guns were smuggled, the bombs were ready!”
“And it would make no difference.” The answer tasted of bitterness and of resoluteness. “Several royal regiments were dispatched to the camp - actual soldiers. I got confirmation at dawn. Told whoever I could, and then gathered you lot.”
“You saved our lives.” As Sandy spoke, the shining wobbled to the cadence of her words and the incoming sobs. “Poor bastards who stayed…”
The feelings which were building up in the younger dog throughout the day exploded in a stream of curses. Nobody interrupted him, and when it dried up, Al simply curled up, shivering.
“We are alive, probably not pursued, and have a destination. Take all in, but do not forget these things.” Somehow, Cap’n looked even more tired than before. “Rest. I will hunt for food before the sun is gone.”
After he crawled out, Waggie moved a bit, allowing her relatively smaller packmates to bury themselves in her relatively fluffy side. There were no right words she could say, regardless of any awareness, the whys and the hows bred from the newfound wake-up call by the hundreds, but for now the old hound laid perfectly still, consoled exactly by the alien aroma - the one of freedom.
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Holocron
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563566
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Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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An Ancient Reunion
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A pair of ancient alicorn brothers have been freed after countless centuries, and both Princesses couldn't be happier.
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incomplete
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 18 - 20 2024</b></p></div><p>Princess Celestia and Luna have ruled over Equestria for many, many millennia. From their thrones in Canterlot, they govern with fairness and wisdom, but as of late there has been a melancholy about them. After a discussion, they decide to bring Twilight Sparkle to help with an ancient problem; the search and freedom of a pair of alicorn brothers, who the sisters had not seen for so long, and miss greatly. </p><p>Commission for <a href="/user/339133/FriendsForever" rel="nofollow">FriendsForever</a>.</p>
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mature
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2024-08-17T19:57:21+00:00
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2024-08-17T20:10:35+00:00
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Equestria has gone through a lot over the years. There were unexpected times when the Elements of Harmony had to intervene. Without these elements, Equestria would not be able to survive and prosper. The rulers of this mostly equine society are the royal sisters, who ruled this land for over a thousand years. And while there were troubles, the land and its citizens survived and thrived in their unity and harmony.
One of these royal sisters was an alabaster alicorn princess named Celestia. As she did every morning, she rose from her bed with a great yawn and headed for the bathroom where she did her normal morning routine. Running the hot water over her form, she cooed as she couldn’t stop herself and was slowly rubbing along her lucious, alluring body. This wasn’t just the feeling of a body that was blessed by some growth and time. But Celestia’s body was the envy of every mare in Equestria.
Her height was superior to even the tallest stallion, standing over a head taller, and was used to having to look down on her subjects. Her neck was smooth and slender then ran down and led any eyes who gazed upon the rest of her body. Moving her hooves down to rub and clean herself, she reached her belly. It was thin and smooth, despite rumors of her gluttonous behavior when it came to cakes and treats. This only made her feel more pride in herself as she washed along herself. Cooing a little, the mare could feel the previous night’s aches and pains melt away with the water.
And finally, her flank, an ass that made anyone with even half a libido to turn and stare; even for a moment. Stallions and mares alike couldn’t resist gazing at the Princess’ royal ass at least once. The stallions would often fantasize about what it would feel like, while some mares would switch between desire and envy. It was in the perfect shape. Big enough to wiggle and bounce between the casual steps she took, but small enough not to make any clapping sounds as she walked.
“So good.” Celestia cooed, rubbing her body conditioner all along her alluring, beautiful form. It was a pleasure she had loved since her foalhood. “Nothing like a hot shower to melt all your worries away.” She was in such a good mood, the mare couldn’t help but hum a small tune as she did so.
Finishing up the shower, she exited, walking back into her room naked; the remnant waters dripping off her curves. While she would’ve preferred to relax and let her body dry slowly in the glow of the sun’s light, plans for the day forced her to speed up the process with magic. Igniting her horn, the Princess’ body glowed and then dimmed, her body having been thoroughly dried.
Once dried, Celestia looked herself over. It was always a lovely sight to see herself in the mirror. Doing a small twirl, she gazed at not only her voluptuous figure, but the grace of her large wings, how the feathers fluttered a little with each small flap. How her horn gave off a gleaming shine as if it was always well cared for and polished. And how her body looked to be at the peak of beauty and allure no matter what.
“Now, I think I’ll make some breakfast.” Celestia nodded to herself, smiling as she looked herself over in the mirror. Before she raised a hoof to call her servants to action, she paused. With a playful giggle, she winked at herself. “You know, maybe I’ll do the shopping myself this time.”
Walking over to the door, she had just barely opened it when a pair of royal guards stood at the rear. One was a unicorn mare, the other was a pegasus stallion. Their armor was freshly polished and ready to serve their Princess. Celestia smiled at the guards, but continued to walk; and the guards followed. The alicorn couldn’t help but hum a little, a little pep in her step as she trotted her merry way to the kitchens.
Upon arrival, she saw the kitchen staff were hard at work. A number of pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies. And while she tried to be sneaky, it didn’t take long for one of the staff to see her. This only caused a small chain reaction as the rest of the staff all but fell over each other as they stopped to see that the Princess had personally come to the kitchen. Thankfully, nopony was hurt as they all but crashed together.
“P-P-Princess?! What are you…” One of the cooks asked, looking around to the others. But then, clearing their throat, they continued. “I understand we’re behind in your breakfast. But don’t worry, we’ll be finished very soon.”
“Oh, there’s nothing to worry about.” Celestia said with a smile, levitating a cloth saddle bag over to her. “I was actually feeling like going out and doing some shopping for breakfast today.” The kitchen staff, along with the two guards beside her, gasped at her words, but she maintained her warm smile.
“P-Princess…” One of the guards commented, leaning in close to the alicorn. “Are you sure about this? We can simply pick up any food you desire for you.”
“No, no, I feel this is for the best.” Celestia replied, looking at the guards with a smile. “Besides, what manner of Princess would I be if I didn’t at least go out and see my subjects?” It was clear she wasn’t going to be persuaded out of this.
It was a beautiful day outside with no clouds in the sky, perfect weather for a brisk morning trot. The pegasi that flew through the air ensured this superior display in the sky. Celestia couldn’t help but smile at the glowing radiance of this day. Even with her two guards at her sides, she walked along the streets with an air of warmth, kindness, and confidence. But this didn’t stop many of the citizens of the city stopping to stare, or giving a respectful bow to their monarch.
“This is how a Princess should rule.” Celestia muttered quietly to herself. “Not from some cold throne with harsh eyes, but down here, on the street with her subjects.”
After a period of time walking, she eventually found what she was looking for; a fruit vender. The stallion at the stall was a strong looking unicorn, clearly some earth pony must be in his blood with how strong his muscles were. But the grace and care he used when he used magic to move and adjust the fruits in which he sold. It showed how serious he took his job, and that he was the one she would buy products from.
“Hello, and welcome to-” The stallion greeted, only to have his words trail off as soon as he saw who had come to him. “P-P-P-Princess Celestia?! W-w-what…” He cleared his throat, composing himself. “How can I help you today?”
“I was looking to make a special breakfast, and want to have some fresh fruits.” Celestia greeted the vendor. “What would you recommend?”
The vendor hesitated. The Princess, one of the four Royal mares, was asking him what he would suggest for her breakfast. His eyes quickly darted among his inventory. If he could provide the best possible service, not only would this satisfy the Princess, but the prestige of having done so would bring more and more business to him. Quickly, he gathered a number of different fruits, levitating them over towards the alicorn.
“Here we are, apples from the orchards of Ponyville. Mangos and Oranges grown in the gardens of Manehattan. Cherries and Grapes from vineyards all the way from Appleloosa.” The vendor commented, showing off his wares to the Princess. Celestia only looked on. “Oh, and these are something you would find fascinating.” Putting the other fruits to the side, he presented a pineapple. “A special, tropical pineapple from the southern sea islands close to Mount Aris.”
“My, my, that is a very expansive collection of wares you have.” Celestia smiled, which only caused the stallion to blush a little. “I’ll take them all.”
“Yes, yes, of course…of course. That’ll just be…” The merchant paused, realizing he was about to charge money to the Princess. But she didn’t seem to speak up, so perhaps this was okay. “T-t-thirty bits.”
“Sounds good.” Celestia nodded, opening her bag and levitated thirty coins to the counter. The vendor, a little wide eyed about it, quickly wrapped up what she wanted and handed them off to her. “Thank you very much. And have a lovely day.” With that, she placed the fruits in her basket and continued walking on.
Now that she had the fruits, the next thing Celestia needed was grains. Continuing to walk along the streets, she eventually found who she was looking for. It was a pegasus mare, currently getting large sacks of various grains on display. Some were open, showing off the various seeds available. While others were bundled up in stalks. This vendor was further away from her surroundings, noticing Celestia before she arrived.
“Princess Celestia?! So good to see a mare of your royal status out and about.” The mare greeted, bowing her head respectfully as she gestured with her hooves. “How can I help you? Are you interested in any of my grains today?”
“I am. I’m in need of some cereal grain, as well as flour.” Celestia replied, maintaining her kind smile. “So how much can I get for twenty bits?”
“Oh, let me gather what I can.” The mare responded, quickly grabbing a number of different grains and flours. After a few short moments, everything was presented. “Here you are, this is twenty bits worth.”
Celestia rummaged through her purse and pulled out the bits. Levitating the food over to her, she placed it in her basket. Smiling with a nod, she turned to leave. The mare smiled back, still shocked that the Princess herself would come to her stall. It was certainly an experience no vendor today was going to consider. But this was only the second stop on the alicorn’s list. The guards at her sides followed behind, not letting her out of their sights as she continued her shopping.
After her shopping, Celestia returned to the castle. Heading straight to the royal kitchens, she layed out all that she had purchased. Not only the fruits from the first stand, or the grains from the second stand, but other fruits such as bananas, kiwis, berries of many colors, as well as eggs and milk. It was enough food to feed half a dozen full grown ponies, and the alicorn seemed eager to get to cooking. Immediately, some of the cooks sheepishly approached her, but she playfulled waved her hoof at them.
“Oh, that won’t be necessary.” Celestia commented, looking at the kitchen staff. “You all do so much, and I’ve bought many ingredients. So I’m thinking of whipping up something special.” The staff were speechless, but they didn’t disobey. Though they did help by gathering all the kitchen equipment the Princess would need for cooking.
With the ingredients she got from the markets, Celestia began to prepare the batter for some pancakes. She levitated out a mixing bowl and set it on the counter. For the batter, she stirred the eggs, milk, and flour into the bowl. The magic that held the various tools and mixers caused the utensils to dance about, almost in a rhythmic pattern. All the while, Celestia hummed a sweet melody to herself. The kitchen staff had left the room by this point, not wanting to get in her way; but her two personal guards were given a full look at this performance.
With the batter all set, Celestia moved onto the next step. Levitating a massive skillet over to the stove, she smiled at what she was planning. Heating up the skillet, she added some butter to it, savoring the sweet sounds of the sizzling before pouring the batter in. Taking a moment, she brought a pair of smooth edged spatulas and kept a close eye on these cooking pancakes. The faint wisps of cooking steam wafted upwards, making the Princess smile as she was getting ready for the next step.
“Almost…just about…there!” Celestia commented, quickly using her magic to flick at the pancakes, flipping them and causing them to perfectly land back on the skillet. “There we go. Keep the flame steady, and keep them nice and fluffy.”
Repeatedly cooking and flipping the pancakes, the alicorn eventually finished them, arranging them all on a massive smooth countertop. Quickly, her magic gripped at the various fruits she had purchased, bringing them over to her. She decorated the stacks with whipped cream and some fruit. Content with the results, she seperate two of them, while leaving the rest in the kitchen.
“I’ll be dining with my sister.” Celestia said to the two guards, who were already starting to follow her. “By all means, please tell the kitchen staff to enjoy their pancakes. Oh! And be sure to enjoy yours.” The guards stared at her, shocked that she would even make food for them, but the look of the delicious breakfast was very enticing. “Princess’ orders.”
Arriving in the dining room, Celestia had just barely sat down at the table, getting the plates of fruit and whipped cream pancakes over when she noticed Princess Luna walking in. It was the end of her nightly duties, and while this was breakfast for Celesita, her sister was coming to enjoy her dinner. Letting out a small yawn, the lunar alicorn was flanked by her two personal guards, a pair of bat ponies who wore silver armor that contracted against the golden armor of the day guards.
"Good Morning, Celestia." Luna greeted as she appeared in the kitchen. “Looks like you did some shopping.”
“Morning, Luna. Just some nice food for breakfast, the merchant was very friendly." Celestia greeted as she placed the artisan pancakes on the wooden table. “So how was your dream walk, and how was your sleep?”
“Nothing much from my dream walk and I slept well.” Luna replied, as she took a slice of the pancakes. “What about you, sister?” Taking a bite, she let out a small sound. “Oh wow! They taste really good!”
“Thank you, and I slept fine. I did my duty of raising the sun, and I was at the market getting the essentials. The ponies I passed by were preparing for Hearts and Hooves Day.” Celestia said, as she did the same. “I saw some romantic partners spending time together at cafés. I wish we could still have our own lovers to go to.”
"Today is Hearts and Hooves Day?” Luna asked as she was eating her breakfast. “What does this holiday have to do with either of us?"
"Well, we're immortal, and we've seen Equestria grow throughout our lives. Isn't there something missing in both of us?" Celestia leaned back a bit and tapped the table a bit before resettling herself. "Twilight did write me asking the question that could change things."
"Really?" Luna replied, swallowing down some food before wiping her mouth with a napkin. “What did she ask you?
Celestia brought out the letter that Twilight had written to her. While she was using her magic, she moved the scroll to Luna, who opened it with curiosity. Certainly, Celestia did not say such things so frivolously. Luna was reading the letter of her sister's former pupil, who now held the title of Princess of Friendship. But this didn’t mean that she wasn't writing letters to her former mentor with all manner of questions. And while Celestia was happy to help, this particular situation was a little more unique. Humming a little to herself, she read the letter aloud.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I am sorry to bother you, but do you think there are any alicorn stallions in and around Equestria? Nopony talks about them and there are hardly any documents mentioning any of them. I'm curious about them and their abilities. I know that there are only alicorn mares like myself and Cadence. Could we talk about this matter?
Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle
“Wait…what?!” Luna said, shaking her head in disbelief. “She actually asked you that?” The mare could barely contain the obvious look of shock. “Oh my, she actually did.”
“Yes, she wrote that to me." Celestia commented, as she paused from her thoughts. Eventually her characteristic smile returned, if only briefly. "Should I tell Twilight the truth?” Luna’s face looked almost in shock at the question. “I know it’s been a long, long time since…since then. But she is an alicorn as well, and should know the truth.”
"Well, sister, since there’s nothing we could do, we have to." Luna said as she finished breakfast. “There would be more questions from her if we don't do that. So you should prepare for this conversation you plan on having with her.” She chuckled a little to herself. “You know how inquisitive Twilight can get when she learns something new. Remember when we showed her the restrictive section of the Library?”
"How could I forget, she was practically skipping from shelf to shelf, reading nearly a dozen books at once. But okay, I'm going to write her back. " Celestia said as she took out a sheet of paper and another quill to compose a new letter. “Let’s see…how to properly word this?” Taking a deep breath, she composed the letter.
Dear Twilight,
Thank you for your letter. That's something we should talk about sometime. Would you come to the palace tomorrow if you are available? This talk should only be between you, my sister, and myself. We will talk more about this after you arrive.
Your mentor,
Princess Celestia
“This should be enough.” Celestia commented, sighing a little. Using her magic, she rolled up the letter, tied it with her seal, and sent it to Twilight.. "I hope I am making the right decision…"
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Holocron
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563566
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Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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An Ancient Reunion
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A pair of ancient alicorn brothers have been freed after countless centuries, and both Princesses couldn't be happier.
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incomplete
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 18 - 20 2024</b></p></div><p>Princess Celestia and Luna have ruled over Equestria for many, many millennia. From their thrones in Canterlot, they govern with fairness and wisdom, but as of late there has been a melancholy about them. After a discussion, they decide to bring Twilight Sparkle to help with an ancient problem; the search and freedom of a pair of alicorn brothers, who the sisters had not seen for so long, and miss greatly. </p><p>Commission for <a href="/user/339133/FriendsForever" rel="nofollow">FriendsForever</a>.</p>
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mature
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The sun burned brightly over the sky of Ponyville, which shone even more brilliantly against the Castle of Friendship; a crystalline palace that rested where once a great tree had stood. Doing her morning papers, Princess Twilight sat in her study. Numerous books and papers floated about her, almost flapping like birds as they moved about her head. At least half a dozen quills were busy writing about the numerous papers, all in a day’s work for a Princess.
To anyone else, it would be too much, but Twilight loved every moment of it. She felt like this was her way to better serve Equestria. Battle monsters, defeating evil forces, or even solving friendship problems were plenty of ways to help out, but at the end of the day, it was the bureaucracy, the paperwork that truly made Equestria function. Twilight couldn’t get enough of it, even developing new spells that allowed her to split her focus nearly half a dozen times at once.
Since taking her station, Twilight had fully delved into her duties and responsibilities; doubly or even triply so since founding her school. Treaties, contracts, pacts, and deals that were forged, written, and signed by numerous kingdoms were to be properly categorized, reviewed, and routinely updated. Now that the first couple years of the school have been more of a success than she had ever believed, so now she had to expand on it. Hire new professors, open the door to more students from foreign kingdoms, and most importantly, secure the funding for the school.
“Let’s see…this works…this works…this works…this needs reviewing…I can’t approve this yet…this is too expensive…” Twilight pondered aloud, looking faster and faster through the papers. “Okay, so there’s a holiday coming in Griffonstone, I’ll need to send the griffon students home soon…not to mention the yaks want to send more students, but I don’t think I have more durable chairs for them yet…”
As she was reaching the end of her papers, the magical crackling of a teleportation caused her ears to perk up. Looking up, a magically sent scroll floated in front of her. Seeing the emblem of Celestia, Twilight’s eyes lit up as she brushed aside her work to take the scroll. Opening it, she poured over the message, her eyes darted from side to side as she rapidly read it.
“Oh my!” Twilight gasped as she finished the letter. “I need to get ready…like now!” Quickly, she rushed around the room, darting back and forth to try and get everything prepared for this meeting to come. “I need this…this…this…oh! Maybe this!”
Rushing around, various items were magically flying through the air. A saddlebag, some scrolls, ink, pens, everything Twilight would normally bring to her meetings with Celestia. It didn’t take long for the Princess to take all this chaos and organize it into a proper storage before getting ready. But now for the next thing, how should she get there? Normally, the train would work, but this must be very important, so teleporting?
“Then again, the letter said tomorrow.” Twilight pondered aloud, rubbing her chin as she was trying to figure out what she could do next. “Hmmm, okay, maybe I’m going a little overboard. But maybe not! Maybe this is so important, she said tomorrow to be polite and she needs me now!”
“I think it’s fine.” Voiced the sound of Spike, who had been relaxing in one of the chairs, merrily eating some choice gems. “I mean, come on. If it was so important, she’d say something like ‘come now’ or something.” Munching on another gem, he continued. “If it says tomorrow, then go tomorrow.”
“I…okay, okay, you’re right.” Twilight sighed, putting down her saddle bag. “But it doesn’t say what time tomorrow. So if I take the train, I can be there by tomorrow if I take the last train.” Spike facepalmed, rubbing his temples for a moment before eating another gem.
“Look, Twilight, don’t worry about it.” Spike reassured his friend and surrogate sister. “You have mountains of papers to go through, today. And I’m sure if Princess Celestia said tomorrow, then she means tomorrow.”
“You’re…you’re right, I know you’re right.” Twilight sighed, her wings going down in some sadness. “Alright, alright. Let’s just…finish the paperwork.” Sitting back at the table, she picked up doing her paperwork. “Well, this’ll just motivate me to get through these faster!” Spike only sighed, playfully rolling his eyes as he continued munching on his gems.
The next day, Twilight wasted no time. Raising her horn, she teleported herself to Canterlot. More accurately, right outside the castle, the grounds didn’t allow magical movement in and out of the palace itself. As soon as she arrived, Twilight moved quickly into the castle, and through the halls. The letter didn’t mention an exact meeting place, but there were no doubts that the Princesses were in the throne room.
Walking into the throne room, the princesses sat in their thrones as if waiting there all night for her. Celestia seemed a little tired, even yawning a little, though Luna maintained her composure. As well as this, there were almost no other ponies there, as if the guards and servants were asked to give the three of them some privacy for this conversation. All in all, it looked very suspicious, but Twilight said nothing. She waited for the Princesses to speak first.
“Thank you for coming, Twilight.” Celestia greeted her student with a warm smile. Twilight smiled and nodded, greeting her back as she spoke. "You know why I want to tell you the news face-to-face, right?" There was an air of seriousness in her voice.
"No, Why?” Twilight asked, looking a little worried. “Did something weird happen to Equestria, or was it something personal?" The mare’s voice sounded a little more worried; almost like a panic. Typical of her, she tended to quickly overthink about things whenever Celestia called her over. “Whatever it is, I’m ready for it.”
"There's no danger, so calm yourself my student, but It might be both.” Celestia explained, taking a deep breath. “You see in the Tale of the Two Sisters, there is something missing in that tale.” Twilight’s eyes went wide, curious as to what the Princess was going to say. “When I was writing that tale, it was describing only me and my sister.” There was a growing sorrow in her voice, but she continued to explain. “To be honest there is more to this story than you might think."
“What do you mean, Princess Celestia?” Twilight asked, her curiosity bubbling. “I’m sorry, but I…I don’t understand.” She had known Princess Celestia for many years now, and had never seen her so sad. “Please, take your time.”
“Well, you see, there are additional alicorns to this story.” Celestia said as Twilight looked at Luna. “This version of the story was only kept between me and my sister until now.”
“What about you, Princess Luna?” Twilight asked, unable to look away from Luna. “Did you know about this even when you turned evil and banished to the moon?”
“Yes, I still remember it well, even though I was in that state." Princess Luna replied, crossing her arms a little; shivering slightly. It was often painful, and embarrassing, to think of what she was like when she was corrupted and evil. “Even now, I can still remember it.”
“You see back in the ancient alicorn kingdom of Skyros, there were also two alicorn brothers, the oldest, Messis, and the youngest, Solstitio.” Celestia explained, pausing for a moment as she was detailing the past. “Unlike us, the royal sisters and our mastery of the sun and moon, these two brothers held mastery over the changing of the seasons.” Her voice sank a little, as the painful memory flooded more and more into her mind. “There was a time when the two brothers struggled to control the strange weather patterns and the nature associated with the seasons they represent.”
“If…I’m sorry, this is just a lot to take in.” Twilight commented, shaking her head a little. “I…I just never knew. There’s no history of any of this.” Her mind raced faster and faster, trying to figure out some way to accept all of this. This wasn’t some misprint in a textbook, this was lost and forgotten history. “Why wasn’t this written down?”
“This was intentional.” Luna explained, sighing a little. “It was a different time, and both of us decided to keep it more or less hidden away.” Gesturing to Celestia, she nodded. “Please, sister, continue.” It was clear that she wasn’t exactly keen on sharing this information, but it was too late now.
“They tried to rein in the chaos, but It was too late, and one by one the brothers were trapped in prisons that were associated with their roles.” Celestia continued, her voice becoming more and more sorrowful as she spoke. “Messis was trapped in a prison of hardened tree sap, representing the spring and summer, and Solstitio in a prison of ice, representing the autumn and winter.”
“So, Celestia, why did you have to wait until now to tell me all this?” Twilight asked after she gasped in shock. “Did something make you want to share this story with me?” For a moment, she tried to figure out what the Princess was trying to tell her. “Wait…are we in danger? Is something going to happen?”
“Oh, no, no, no, nothing like that.” Luna commented, waving her hoof back and forth. “But please, let my sister continue.” While she often admired Twilight’s determination to get to the point, now was not the time.
“Well, the feeling of loneliness during Hearts and Hooves Day made me want to express my emotions here today.” Celestia replied, sighing heavily. “It’s been a while since we last saw them and we are not sure when they will come back to us."
“Were you two connected to them somehow?” Twilight asked. “Like…was it a friendly relationship?” The look on Celestia’s face made her raise a curious eyebrow. “Or was it something more? Oh! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry into that, I’m sorry.”
“Well, we were friends with them. Their parents would visit ours and bring them along so we would have company.” Luna explained with a fond expression, almost blushing a little. “We would often play tag, hide and seek, or just shoot the breeze and entertain ourselves with our abilities. We were the best of friends and nothing further than that.” A small sigh escaped her lips as she reminisced. “We developed feelings for them, but didn't want to jeopardize our friendship by telling them.”
“So do you still know where they were trapped?" Twilight asked. “Maybe there’s a way we can free them?” A look of excitement and curiosity grew across her face. “Maybe we can save them from their centuries of imprisonment?”
“Well, we know where they are currently trapped, but the substances they are in are unnatural; not even the sun's warmth can do.” Celestia replied, her eyes fluttering a little bit as she spoke. “The substances were strengthened by an unknown type of magic." She let out a small and saddened sigh. “Alas, we have spent decades and decades working to undo the magic that binds them. Sadly, all have failed.”
“But there has to be something we could do to free them?” Twilight commented, some hope shone in her voice. “I mean, you two wouldn’t be telling me about these two without there being some hope…right?” Her voice was rippling with hopefulness, she was certain there was some solution to this situation.
“So one of the ways we could do this is to go to the Everfree Forest, around the Castle of the Two Sisters.” Luna commented, rubbing her chin. Looking over to Celestia, she could tell she was thinking of a solution as well. “When you get there, find out the magic that strengthens these solids and research how to counter it."
“Are you perhaps thinking of the Tree of Harmony?” Celestia asked, to which Luna nodded. “It is true, the Tree holds a magic we do not fully understand, but we cannot rely on mere speculation and hope.”
“Well, last time I checked, the Elements of Harmony have managed to defeat the most vile and wicked foes in Equestria on just speculation and hope.” Luna replied, glancing back to Twilight with a smile. “Besides, if anyone can rescue our ancient allies, it would be here.”
“Be that as it may, I still feel this may be too challenging for Twilight.” Celestia explained, looking at her former student with nervous eyes. “I know I have asked many of you in the past, but this is…this is a lot to ask.”
“I know, and I understand Princess.” Twilight replied, bowing her head respectfully. “But I’ve learned through my years and studies, that nothing is impossible through the magic and power of Friendship.” She was practically beaming with confidence, making the royal sisters smile calmly.
“If you truly think this is something you can accomplish.” Celestia replied, looking at the mare with some growing hope. “I will put my faith in you.”
“As will I.” Luna added, rubbing her chin for a moment. “Twilight, if you could give my sister and I a moment alone. We have some things to discuss.”
“Of course, I don’t mind.” Twilight replied with a smile. “I’ll be in the library, studying what esoteric magic is. Even if it’s a little, surely anything can be of use for this.”
Bowing her head, Twilight left the room, letting the Princesses sit in silence for several minutes. It was a little awkward, but perhaps there was some hope to be had in this. But still, the two mares only sat there, their minds filled with different memories of the alicorns. They thought of Messis and Solstitio, how the two would play together, and what it was like to be with them. It was a friendship that may have become more, but the cruelty of fate stole these stallions from them.
“Tell me, Luna.” Celestia asked, her sighing breath and voice breaking the minutes of silence. “Are you truly certain that Twilight can recover them? You think she is able to free Messis and Solstitio?”
“I want to believe, yes.” Luna replied, her voice was spoken with a blunt, directness. “I want to believe that she can do this. You have prepared her for many occasions, and she has defeated more than her fair share of foes.”
“But this is something she has never done before!” Celestia snapped, only to compose herself sheepishly. “Vanquishing foes, cleansing evil, battling monsters, or even solving the occasional friendship problem are one thing. But this…this is different.”
“I fail to see much of the difference.” Luna commented, looking over to the numerous stained glass windows that lined the walls of the throne room. “Your student had done more in her life than many of the heroes in myth and legend. If anyone can free them, she can.”
“I…I understand.” Celestia sighed, accepting her sister’s resolve. “I will put my trust and faith in Twilight. She has never failed me, and I know she can accomplish anything she sets her mind to.”
“Very good.” Luna nodded, feeling more content with her sister’s response. “For the time being, we should give Twilight everything she needs.” Getting up from her throne, she started to walk towards the door. “I shall take her to the library’s Restrictive Section. The ancient scrolls, tomes, and maps will be of far better use in her capable hooves.”
“Alright, and I shall return to my duties.” Celestia nodded, remaining in her seat as she watched Luna leave the room. Before her sister closed the door, she called out. “Good luck, sister.”
As she watched the door close, Celestia couldn’t help but feel a heaviness inside her. Her mind was still teeming with thoughts of the alicorn brothers. She missed their smiling faces, she missed the fun the four of them would have. It sent a small shiver down her spine as she longed to see her friends again. It had been so long and she needed to see them again. Not only to welcome back their ancient friends, but also the roles they filled.
Since their departure, the pegasi had to manage control over the weather and the seasonal changes. In fact, it was Cloudsdale’s sole purpose when it was first formed; though this historic truth has been lost to time and misinformation. Celestia wanted to see them, but she missed Messis and Solstitio. She knew that Luna felt the same, and part of her was envious at how well her sister could hold in her feelings.
Leaning back in her throne, she sighed sadly. But she still had the rest of the day’s duties ahead of her. Whatever journey this would take her former student on, whatever grand adventure Twilight and her friends would be on, Celestia had faith the young alicorn and her friends would be able to do this. And as the hope continued to fill her, she thought of where they were sealed away. Messis’ prison of hardened tree sap, residing deep in an ancient jungle to the far south. Solstitio’s prison of ice, located to the far icy tundras in the north.
“This will be a challenge, and one I can only hope you can accomplish.” Celestia muttered to herself aloud. “Twilight, if you can pull this off, if you can free Messis and Solstitio…” The mare couldn’t help but hum a little as she let her mind drift into the fantasy of such an event to happen. “My friends…I hope I can see you both again.”
Giving out one more sigh, Celestia rose from her throne. Luna was right, they should place their faith in Twilight. The Princess of Friendship had certainly done the impossible several times over, and so it would be foolish to underestimate her commitment and resolve. As well as this, sitting on her throne in worry wasn’t going to get anything done. Feeling a new sense of eagerness and peace, Celestia refocused herself on her daily duties. There was still plenty to do today.
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 18 - 20 2024</b></p></div><p>Princess Celestia and Luna have ruled over Equestria for many, many millennia. From their thrones in Canterlot, they govern with fairness and wisdom, but as of late there has been a melancholy about them. After a discussion, they decide to bring Twilight Sparkle to help with an ancient problem; the search and freedom of a pair of alicorn brothers, who the sisters had not seen for so long, and miss greatly. </p><p>Commission for <a href="/user/339133/FriendsForever" rel="nofollow">FriendsForever</a>.</p>
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“Sister!” Luna shouted, bursting into Celestia’s private study as her sister was busy doing her royal papers. “They’ve done it!”
“Wait, what? Who’s done it?” Celestia asked, but Luna’s expression was more than enough to tell her the truth. “Twilight…succeeded?!” Luna nodded, nearly straining her neck and jaw from her smiling. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. “I never…believed…we needed to see her. Where is she?”
“She’s on her way, I had only received word from the guards that she had been seen in the city.” Luna replied, wiping some tears from her eyes. “She has both of them, Messis and Solstitio. They’re here!”
“We need to prepare.” Celestia said, getting up so fast, the chair she sat on stumbled over. “Get the servants to work, prepare the guards, I want the kitchens bustling to prepare a banquet for our friends’ return!”
Luna rushed off to give the orders to the rest of the castle staff, leaving her sister alone. Celestia pulled back up her chair, sitting and hunching over the desk. Holding her head in her hooves, she couldn’t help but mutter incoherently to herself. Her eyes darted back and forth as she was struggling to hold in all her emotions. But it was true, it had to be. Luna wouldn’t have told her if it wasn’t true. Still, she was nervous, her body was shaking as she wasn’t sure what she would do. It has been so long, what could she do?
After a little under an hour, Celestia and Luna were now sitting on their thrones. Their gowns were even more regal than usual, and the guards were in full attention; even their armor and weapons had been freshly polished. It might seem a little overboard, but the sisters wanted to make the best possible impression for Messis and Solstitio. Patiently waiting, they were nearly at the edge of their seats as they awaited their return. Their hearts nearly flew from their chests as one of the guards walked from the door.
"Your majesties, there are two ponies…alicorns who request an audience.” The guard reported. “They claim to know you both.”
“Thank you, and please, let them in.” Celestia nodded, looking over to Luna with a smile. The guard nodded and left to bring the alicorns and Twilight to them. “Are you nervous?”
“A little, it’s just been so long.” Luna replied, sighing a little. “Do you think they’ve changed much?”
“I can’t even imagine what they’ve gone through.” Celestia sighed, looking sorrowful for a moment before composing herself. “Still, I hope we can make them feel welcome.”
“I’m sure we have, sister.” Luna nodded, holding onto her hope. “For now, we shall take things as they come.” Celestia nodded, the sound of their guests approaching the throne room caused both their ears to perk up.
Arriving in the throne room, Twilight, with a happy and eager smile across her face, was escorting two larger male alicorns at her sides. Celestia and Luna’s eyes widened, the two hadn’t changed in the slightest. Both stallions had gray colored coats, as if their bodies were made of smooth stones. Messis, the eldest of the two, had a long, flowing green mane and tail that matched his deep green eyes. Solstitio, the youngest of the two, has a shorter, bluish mane and tail that paired well with his sharp, icy blue eyes. They were the perfect representation of the Seasons in which they commanded.
Though from the looks of the rest of their bodies, there seemed to be some sort of difficulty on whatever adventure Twilight went on to free them. Their clothes were not the same as they had before. They were dressed in robes, Messis’ was a mix of greens, oranges, browns, reds, and yellows, with golden leaf filigree along the lining. While Solstitio’s robes were blue and white, with silver snowflakes that ran along the edges of his clothes. Clearly these were well crafted, and no doubt Twilight had Rarity make them new, presentable clothes.
"Celestia…Luna?" Messis asked as they saw them. “Look at you, look at you both! It’s been a long time.”
"Yes, it is us." Luna answered, speaking calmly as she composed herself. “And it has been long. Far, far too long.”
"Come here, group hug!” Celestia said, bursting out joyously as they all gathered and extended their front legs on each other's necks with tears in their eyes. “Luna, could you join us?"
"I missed you two; looks like you two have grown taller than us." Solstitio said as his tears came out of his eyes. “Or maybe we just got shorter.”
"We missed you two as well." Luna said as tears came out of her eyes. “Don’t worry, you’ll grow soon. I speak from experience.”
“You actually did it.” Celestia commented to Twilight, having walked away from the brothers for a moment. Tears still fresh in her eyes as she looked at her former student with pride. “I…I never believed…and yet…I’m…”
“It’s okay, Princess.” Twilight smiled, taking the chance to hug her former mentor. “I’m glad I was able to bring back your old friends.”
“You’ve done more than that. But we can discuss it later.” Celestia replied, hugging Twilight back. “I’m sorry, but if you could give Luna and I some time to acquaint ourselves with our old friends?”
“Of course, that’s no problem at all.” Twilight replied without hesitation; only a wide smile. “I’m so glad I was able to do it. And please, I’m just a message away.”
“Thank you. Thank you.” Celestia whispered, her voice echoed with sheer joy and gratitude. Bowing her head, Twilight turned to leave. Composing herself as best as she could, she turned to look at Luna with Messis and Solstitio. “Luna, I think we should make this conversation a little more private?”
Gesturing for them to follow, Celestia and Luna guided the two brothers towards the halls. Walking along this corridor, Messis and Solstitio’s eyes were wide and enthralled by all they saw. The stained glass that displayed the history that Celestia and Luna had experienced since their imprisonment.
“I must say, this is more than I ever believed.” Messis commented, gesturing to the windows. “You two have done so much since we left.”
“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Solstitio commented. “If anyone was gonna hold a kingdom together, it would be these two.” Celestia and Luna blushed at their compliments.
Eventually, the four of them arrived at Celestia’s study. Settling in, Celestia and Luna set up a table and some chairs for the four of them to sit. Sitting in their seats, the alicorns took a moment to still process everything that has been happening. Just the other day, the four of them were seperate, and now they were together again. Igniting her horn, Luna snapped her fingers, summoning a series of tea cups, sandwiches, and cookies.
“Please, let us enjoy a nice meal as we talk.” Luna commented, looking at the others. “It’s been far too long, and I’m sure you two have so many questions.”
“How are you doing, Solstitio?” Celestia asked, looking at him with concern. “Are you feeling well?” Her face held a look of worry. “I couldn’t even begin to imagine what you both have gone through.”
“Doing good, Celestia, doing good." Solstitio replied, doing a small stretch and flex of his body. “I’m just glad to be free again.”
“It’s been centuries since we last saw you.” Luna chimed in, looking between the stallions. “Do you need any help adapting to this time?”
“Are you pulling my leg?” Messis asked, chuckling a hearty laugh. “It can’t be that different, right?”
“Well, see for yourself." Luna said as she pointed her left forehoof to one of the windows in the room. Igniting her horn again, she conjured what looked to be some rift that gave the brothers a full view of not only the city, but it seemed to shift perspective to give the brothers a view of various parts of Equestria. “As you can see, the kingdom has expanded over the centuries.”
Messis and Solstitio only looked at this rift with wide, surprised eyes. The last time they saw Equestria, there was only Skyros. Sure, this city, this Canterlot was certainly a strange capital for a kingdom. But to see the full scope of Equestria, it was more than the two had expected. After seeing the stained glass, they expected something, but it was still a lot to take in.
“What is this?” Messis asked, tilting his head in confusion. “What am I even looking at?”
“This is Equestria, and you two are in Canterlot right now." Luna said, playfully giggling. “Times have changed.”
“Could we explore?” Messis asked with excitement. “I would love to explore it.”
“Now hold on there, brother; The ponies in public most likely do not even know who we are.” Solstitio commented, placing a hoof on the stallion’s shoulder. “It takes a long time for the public to recognize us. That would be even harder without Celestia’s public acknowledgment."
“Well, what Solstitio said is true; if you two fail to adapt to this world, the ponies would see you as nothing but being reckless.” Celestia nodded, agreeing with him. “We can help you get settled in this environment and time. Equestria will recognize you two as a result."
“Hope what you said is right." Messis said as he smiled but expressed concern with the entire process. “Cause I wanna see what else has changed.”
The following days were a slow experience for the four alicorns. Celestia and Luna wanted to ensure that both Messis and Solstitio were properly accommodated. The finest rooms in the castle, second only to the Princesses, were given to these brothers. Well furnished, stocked with everything they needed, the sisters were sure that any and every need for their returned friends were properly accounted for. As well as this, a number of royal guards were tasked with protecting Messis and Solstitio, despite them saying they didn’t need so much protection.
Luna of course, agreed with them, but Celestia was insistent, unmoving in her decision. So for the time being, Messis and Solstitio had at least one or two guards with them at almost all hours of the day and night. After roughly a week, the four alicorn were sitting at the dining table. Celestia and Luna have done their duty for the day, lowering the sun and raising the moon. Messis and Solstitio were sitting, eagerly awaiting the meal that was to come.
“I must say, so much has changed.” Solstito commented, looking around the table with a cheerful grin. Raising his goblet, he gestured to the wine. “Like this, I never imagined wine could taste this rich, this sweet. How is this possible?”
“Well, brother, a pony’s tastes in food change with time.” Messis commented, being a little more modest in his comment. “And it’s hard to keep things perfect when time flies.”
“I had the same feeling as well. Over time, I had different types of alcohol, and the taste changed for the same type throughout my life.” Celestia nodded, taking a drink. “In each period in history, adapting to new tastes is like trotting on stepping stones in a river. As for you two, you took a big leap across a pond." Everyone laughed at that joke.
“So, Celestia, Luna, what’s it like being the only rulers of Equestria?” Messis asked, laughing as he put down his drink. “I’m sure after all this time, you two must have many stories for us.”
"We've been through a lot.” Celestia said, finishing her drink. “There was a time when I stepped on Luna's sensitive side, and she was quite jealous. So jealous in fact, that she almost brought Equestria down with her."
"I was jealous because I had my reasons, and I let them take over me." Luna scoffed, not wanting to discuss that exact memory. “But we should talk about other things.”
As if on cue, the food finally arrived. Hot, steaming plates, bowls, dishes, and trays of rich looking food. Sweet desserts, tantalizing fruits, glistening vegetables, and other foods that could only be possibly described as regal and noble. Messis and Solstitio’s eyes went wide at the options, more impressed with the variety, and exoticness of the meal. Celestia and Luna only looked at them with a sense of pride, giggling at the brothers’ reactions.
“Well, I’ll admit, I never expected food to look like this.” Messis commented. “What do you think Sol-” His words were cut off as his brother wasn’t just levitating food over to his own plate, but he was feverishly eating; all with a cheerful smile.
“Amazing! I can’t get enough of this!” Solstitio declared, laughing heartily as he ate. Scarfing down the food as if he hadn’t eaten in years. “Celestia, Luna, this food is amazing!” Messis only shook his head a little before levitating food to his plate.
“Isn’t it?” Celestia commented, casually and calmly eating her food. “Many of the ingredients come from not only the local farms, but many of the herbs and spices come from other kingdoms.”
“I’m impressed.” Messis complimented, savoring his dinner with a smile. Unlike his brother, he was eating a lot more neatly. “I never would’ve imagined that culinary would be what truly brought the kingdoms together.”
“It wasn’t the intention, but a lovely after effect.” Luna commented, only picking at her food here and there. She was still waking up and wasn’t very hungry. “It was through diplomacy, and shows of unity and friendship that established these alliances. The food was a happy coincidence.”
“And because of this unity, everyone in Equestria can dine on such fine foods.” Celestia commented, smiling a little proudly as she explained. “If I recall, back when we were younger, only alicorns and nobility could enjoy such banquets.”
“Oh yeah, I remember how expensive it was too.” Messis nodded, pausing to admire some of the food. “To know that this joyous flavor isn’t exclusive to the wealthy does make me happy.”
“I know right!” Solstitio nodded, gulping down a heavy amount of food. “Everypony should feel this good whenever they eat.” The alicorn burst into laughter at the comment, filling the dining room with further merriment.
As the meal was coming to an end, the four alicorns let the servants clean up the table, giving them room to enjoy the desserts that were on display. Pies, pastries, tarts, cookies, and cakes were all for the taking, and the looks of sheer joy as they enjoyed these tasty treats only made the sisters giggle. Celestia took her own extra large piece of cake, while Luna settled for smaller, bite sized apple pies. Messis settled for some sweet fruit tarts, and Solstitio seemed unable to choose and took a little bit of everything.
“Not just the herbs and spices, but sugar has also become very widespread it seems.” Messis commented, shivering a little as the sweet taste tickled on his tongue. “I remember when my mother complained about the growing price.”
“Oh yeah, I couldn’t have a cookie for weeks.” Solstitio nodded, chuckling as he was all but shoving a hoof full of cookies in his mouth. “So good.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” Luna commented, gently wiping her mouth. “There’s this delightful bakery in the town of Ponyville. Sugarcube Corners. We should bring you there, the bakers there are among the best in Equestria.”
“Oh? A town bakery, better than one in the city?” Messis asked, raising a curious eyebrow. “That’s certainly a tempting offer. We’ll have to go.”
“Well, there’s also a lovely donut shop here in Canterlot.” Celestia added, finishing up her treats. “We can also go there as well.”
“What’s a donut?” Solstitio asked, to which the sisters started laughing. “I mean, it sounds good. But what is it?”
“It’s fried dough, often covered in powdered sugars, or sweet glazes.” Luna explained, still giggling a little. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”
When the meal was finished, the alicorns, now well fed, left the table. Making their ways back to their chambers, the brothers were still marveling at the stained glass windows, statues, and other displays along the halls. But among the sights, the brothers couldn’t help but look at the sisters; namely, their manes and tails. Unlike them, their mane and tails didn’t move or flow like that, and curiosity was finally getting to them.
"Luna, when did your mane start to move like that?" Messis asked as he felt intrigued by the appearance of her mane. “Last time I saw you, you had that shorter, blue look.”
"To us, my sister and I did not know why we appeared this way, we are also taller than an average adult mare.” Luna replied, running her hoof through her mane. “I assume that has something to do with our magic."
"We will grow taller than you two, you'll see!" Solstitio replied with a smirk. “Though, it’s nice to see you two have grown up. So beautifully.” Celestia gave them a smile as a reaction.
"Come on Solstitio, time for bed." Messis said, yawning as he winked to the mare. “We’ll have to start up this discussion tomorrow.”
Bidding the brothers a good night, Celestia and Luna continued to make their way to the former’s chambers. Both sisters were in a state of eager giddiness. The joy of the last week has been building and building for them, and now, after all this time, they could finally be with the brothers again. Messis and Solstitio were slowly adapting to the new age in which they found themselves in. And with the help of Celestia and Luna, there were no doubt that they would do well.
Though as they were reaching the sun alicorn’s chamber, both sisters felt their faces blushing at words and winks that Messis and Solstitio had given them. Celestia couldn’t help but feel the winter alicorn’s eager and happy eyes sent a small warmth throughout her body. While Luna couldn’t help but feel a connection to the summer alicorn, and his cold, direct gaze was making her feel a shiver. For now though, they would keep helping their friends adjust, and consider these growing feelings at a later date.
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563566
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Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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An Ancient Reunion
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A pair of ancient alicorn brothers have been freed after countless centuries, and both Princesses couldn't be happier.
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incomplete
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 18 - 20 2024</b></p></div><p>Princess Celestia and Luna have ruled over Equestria for many, many millennia. From their thrones in Canterlot, they govern with fairness and wisdom, but as of late there has been a melancholy about them. After a discussion, they decide to bring Twilight Sparkle to help with an ancient problem; the search and freedom of a pair of alicorn brothers, who the sisters had not seen for so long, and miss greatly. </p><p>Commission for <a href="/user/339133/FriendsForever" rel="nofollow">FriendsForever</a>.</p>
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mature
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2024-08-20T12:24:28+00:00
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2024-08-20T12:24:28+00:00
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The following morning, Celestia's sun rose again. Messis rose from his slumber and left his bed. While trotting to the bathroom to freshen up for the day, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and discovered that his body had changed. His legs, body, and neck lengthened, making him taller than when he was first freed. His mane and tail changed from stationary and were now moving and sparkling. Overcome by surprise that he grew in strength and height. He all but galloped to his brother’s room. Messis desperately knocking at the door.
“Solstitio, Solstitio! Open up!” Messis called out. After a huff, he pulled back, unleashing something akin to Luna’s old royal voice. “Solstitio! Wake your lazy flank up!”
“What’s going on, brother, everything alright?” Solstitio asked after he opened his door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What happened to–” He paused, surprised by Messis’s new appearance.
“I could ask the same about you, brother, and you have a beard.” Messis commented, chuckling to himself. “I believe our bodies are catching up to us.”
“What do you mean, brother?” Solstitio asked as he went to the nearest mirror and peered at his reflection. “Wow, you don’t say. I have a beard.”
He felt its texture, the beard had grown halfway down his neck. He had also grown in height to almost his brother’s current height. Solstitio also had a moving mane and tail. The royal sisters meet the two brothers in the dining room to have breakfast. Messis looked at his brother, shocked and amazed at what had happened to the two of them. It was like time had finally caught up to them. And while Messis was calm, or at least as calm as he could be, Solstitio was practically laughing.
“Look at this! We’ve changed!” Solstitio cheered, practically skipping. “I can’t wait to see the look on Celestia and Luna’s faces.”
“Well, before that, we should see how we can comb and brush this new mane.” Messis suggested joining his brother as they looked in the mirror. Running his hoof through his mane, he hummed a little. “It still feels like hair, but like a warm breeze as well.”
“Your’s is warm? Mine feels like a slight chill.” Solstitio replied, rubbing his mane and beard. “Not that I don’t mind. I like the cold.”
“Maybe something about our seasons?” Messis commented, pondering aloud. “Well, we should still try to make ourselves look presentable to the mares.” Solstitio couldn’t help but nod as she magically grabbed at a nearby brush.
Brushing at their manes and beards, the brothers tried their best to work this new ethereal type of hair. It was strange. It behaved like regular hair, but was somewhat lighter, and flowed even without any wind or breeze. Curious, Solstitio magically grabbed at a pair of scissors, and when trying to clip at the hair, the scissors passed through. Clipping and snipping again and again, the scissors cut nothing. Messis only looked, trying his own hoof at this. Getting a hold of his own warm hair, he cut at it, but the scissors cut nothing.
“Okay, maybe that explains why the two have such long manes.” Messis commented, putting down the scissors. “But there has to be something we can do about this.”
“Yeah.” Solstitio commented, stroking his beard with his hoof. “I mean, I don’t want a beard so long that I trip over it.”
“Maybe by that point, we’ll just float instead of walking.” Messis commented, contemplating what they could do. “For now, let’s just try to treat these manes and beards. We can ask them about how to cut and style them later.”
Sitting at the breakfast table, Celestia and Luna were already sitting and enjoying themselves. Though both of them couldn’t take their eyes off the brothers. Messis and Solstitio were able to somewhat get their ethereal looking mane and beards to be more regal looking. The sisters couldn’t help themselves, the way both the stallions looked were just so handsome. Luna’s eyes were taking in the warmth of Messis mature looking splendor, while Celestia wasn’t sure which part of the cheerful Solstitio she enjoyed seeing more of, his shimmering eyes or noble beard.
As well as this, the two brothers were taller, so much taller than before. Their heights were nearly a head taller than Celestia and Luna. It was quite the odd feeling. While Luna was still shorter than her sister, she was at least a little taller than even the most gifted stallions. But Celestia’s great height made her tower over so many that her size was measured more by the height of the bigger races. But to have two stallions even taller than them, they just couldn’t take their eyes off them.
“So, boys, how is the breakfast I made?” Celestia said as she took a bite of her pancakes. “I hope I didn’t bother you with what I provided you again.”
"They're delicious. What are these called?” Solstitio asked as he did the same. “I never had these things before."
"These are pancakes. I cannot recall the first time I had them, but I know that Celestia is the one that made the best ones so far." Luna said as she took a sip of her tea. “Believe me, I tried, but they didn’t compare to my sister’s.” Her jokes caused Celestia to smile slightly.
“Perhaps I could teach you then, dear sister." Celestia remarked as Luna nodded as if to say she'd like that. “But in any event, let’s keep eating. I’m sure you’ll find more amazing foods in the modern age.” Looking down at the breakfast, Messis noticed a mug of steaming liquid quite alien to him.
"What is this drink called?” Messis asked, gesturing to the beverage. “I had never seen this hot brownish-black drink before."
"That, that is called coffee, made from coffee beans. They were discovered a long time ago.” Celestia said, taking a moment to enjoy her own drink. “You two were frozen during that time, so try it, but the taste is something to be acquired."
“You wouldn’t believe how much this was when it was discovered.” Celestia explained, sounding a little scholarly for a moment. “Because they can help give you energy without magic, it was a stable for the more early rising, hardworking ponies. This eventually led to a massive economic growth.” Taking a sip of her own coffee, she sighed. “Originally, they were quite expensive, but when we learned how to cultivate them, the prices dropped and now it’s enjoyed across all walks of life.”
"Okay." Messis accepted as he drank his first sip of the dark liquid. This beverage tasted like he was drinking medicine, and the bitterness repealed him. He then took a few more sips as his taste buds adapted to the drink's taste and allowed him to drink it at a leisurely pace. "This is good, though a bit bitter. May I have some more?"
“Of course, If you want, the bitterness goes away with some milk, sugar, or a little salt.” Celestia informed as she poured Messis another cup. “They can be flavored in so many ways. Why, some can even have lovely designs traced into the foam.”
“This way is fine, but thank you. Breakfast is good. Sometimes I have a sense of nostalgia regarding food." Messis replied as he took the coffee and ate. "I remembered mom made something for me and Solstitio, a porridge made of hay, milk, and honey. Though I don't know what it was called then, it was certainly comforting."
"Yes, I remember that as well. I miss her.” Solstitio said as memories flooded his thoughts. “I sometimes watched her cook." His lips curled into an almost saddened smile as he thought back to his mother.
“Do you know how to make this porridge?” Celestia said, looking between the two. “If you want, we can put it together for you both.”
“I think so, but it may not be the same as it was." Solstitio replied, wiping his face of any swelling tears. “But nah, it wouldn’t be the same. Mom just always knew how to make it perfect.”
“After breakfast, you two can come with us to the courtyard to see if you remember your magic." Luna remarked as the brothers nodded. “I’m sure after all this time, you both wanna spread your legs.”
“Sounds good to me. A little after breakfast exercise sounds good.” Solstitio chuckled, flexing a little. “But first, I’m going for seconds.” Messis playfully rolled his eyes as Celestia and Luna giggled under their breaths.
After they finished their breakfast, the four trotted through the castle gardens. The size and splendor of many of these hedges, cut into the shapes of various animals. As well as a large number of marble statues carved in such a way, one would expect the statues to come to life at any moment. Continuing to walk, the brothers saw an almost ocean of flowers, gently blowing in the soft day’s breeze as if each colorful petal was waving a greeting to them. It was almost breathtaking and captivating. This was a garden that must’ve taken decades, maybe centuries to craft to such beauty.
Eventually, the alicorn sisters brought the brothers to their destination. It was a section of the gardens that was only a series of benches, statues, shrubs, and decently sized rocks put into various arrangements. It was an impressive sight, the work of dozens of skilled gardeners. Celestia and Luna seemed confident in whatever it was they were planning, but Messis and Solstitio were still a little confused and quite curious. While still a well crafted area, it was noticeably less splendid compared to the rest of the gardens.
“So, this should be far enough from anyone to properly see your magic in action.” Celestia commented, gesturing for the brothers to join them. “Since being imprisoned for so long, who knows what can happen. So we might as well play it safe.”
“I was wondering why were were going so far from the main portions of the castle.” Messis nodded, looking around the area. “I think we’re…several hundreds of feet away from anyone who could be hurt.”
“And if anything does happen, Celestia and I are here to make sure it’s contained.” Luna explained, gesturing to the area. “So feel free to relax and let it all out.”
“Alright, Messis, show me what you got." Celestia said as she stood in front of Messis. “Don’t worry about holding back, I’m much stronger than I used to be.”
Messis grunted and focused his energy as his horn took on a blue glow and his wings opened. With his glowing horn aimed at a hedge, he shot a pulse of blue magic at it. When his magic ray hit the hedge, it went from green to red through time. The alicorns stood there for a moment, watching in amazement at the magic. Even Solstitio was amazed with the magic his brother was producing.
“That is impressive.” Celestia asked after she saw the hedge. “I guess nature is your thing, right?”
“Of course, it is, Celestia.” Messis replied, nodding as he was amazed by his own magic. “The flowers describe their emotions with their petals, and so do the trees with their leaves or firs.”
Luna was in front of Solstitio, who did the same as his brother, but his magic glowed amber like his own eyes. His magic ray hit the grass, then a patch of snow appeared over a patch of grass. As well as this, there was a small breeze, like a faint chill in the air as if a snow flurry came for only a fraction of a moment. Solstitio only smirked as he saw the little bit of snow, smuggly grinning as he looked to the others.
“You know how to produce snow, do you, Solstitio?” Luna asked. “Having such cold magic can be pretty helpful on those hot, summer days.” Solstitio only playfully rolled his eyes at her joke.
“Well, that is what I’m known for, but doesn’t snow come naturally from the sky?” Solstitio then asked with curiosity. “Not that I’m complaining, but wouldn't it be a violation of nature?”
“Well, while you were frozen, we mainly had weather pegasi doing this seasonal weather." Luna replied with a smile. “That way, the weather can be a little more ordered and organized.”
“You two don't know how to control the weather, or you don’t want to?” Solstitio asked in a serious tone. “Cause last time we walked these lands, the weather couldn’t be controlled.”
“Well, I don’t know.” Luna replied while being serious. “I was not here in parts of Celestia’s rule."
“But that’s a story for another time; we should focus on you two right now." Celestia said as she motioned for them to leave. “We can talk more about it later.”
“Alright, it’s better to take things in strides rather than rush into it.” Messis commented, placing a hoof on his brother’s shoulder. “Come on, Solstitio.” His brother only nodded, following him as they left the mares alone.
Now alone, Celestia and Luna sat on the nearby benches. They waited until both Messis and Solstitio were out of eye and ear shot before both let out small sighs of relief. It was like they were holding their breath this whole time and were finally able to breathe again. It was a strange feeling. Since seeing them this morning, the two of them looked just so regal, so handsome, both sisters couldn’t help but do everything they could to not think about it.
“So, sister, how were Solstitio and his abilities?” Luna asked, hoping to change any thoughts in her mind. “He’s…he’s gotten very good. Being able to summon snow is no small feat.”
“Solstitio’s powers were abilities I’ve never seen in any unicorn or alicorn today. And to do it so effortlessly too.” Celestia answered. “But it’s a power that he could learn and eventually master.”
“Yes, the same goes for Messis.” Luna nodded, rubbing her chin as she pondered for a moment. “I was shocked by how the leaves change color by his magic.” She then sighed with a small blush. “He is kind of like me, and I feel so…so comfortable and safe around him."
“I kinda get what you mean." Celestia said, then chuckled. “Messis has a lot of wisdom and is a powerful spellcaster. I also love how he talks.” She then sighed as well, matching Luna’s tone. “But there’s something about Solstitio. The cheerful smile on his face, it makes me feel so warm, and yet sends a pleasurable chill down my spine.” Luna couldn’t help but giggle at her sister’s words.
“Are we making the right choice, sister?” Luna asked with doubt. “They have only been free for a few days, so putting so much responsibility on them so soon may be…overwhelming.”
“I understand your concerns, and I agree.” Celestia nodded, sighing a little. “They will have to take on their roles sooner or later, but I do agree that we don’t have to rush into it just yet.”
After leaving Celestia and Luna to their discussion, Messis and Solstitio were cheerfully walking along the halls. Occasionally, they paused to admire the impressive stained glass windows. It was quite the sight to see not only the splendor and beauty of this window, but the history that was displayed within it. They had been away for so long, and yet the more they looked on at these things, the more relaxed they would become. At least, that was how Messis seemed to be. Solstitio was all but giddy with excitement.
“So, what’s going on, Solstitio?” Messis asked as he saw his brother faking his grin. “You are acting a little over excited right now. Are you ok?”
“Nothing much, just trying to process what I’m thinking." Solstitio replied as he stared at Messis. “It’s just been a long day I suppose.” He glanced at his hooves for a moment. “And the magic we pulled off, it was certainly something.”
“It was a bit of a surprise, yes. But is everything alright?” Messis sighed, looking at Solstitio with concern. “You can tell me. I’m your brother.”
“Well, it’s just that there’s a feeling in me that feels weird." Solstitio replied. “I don’t even know how to describe it.” He then glanced over in the direction of where Celestia and Luna were.
“Let me think. Hmm, that is the feeling of love, Solstitio.” Messis asked. “You have an infatuation toward someone?”
“Wait…what?! No, I mean yes, towards Celestia.” Solstitio tried to deny it but couldn’t. “I don’t even know how to tell her the truth.”
“Well, you are not alone.” Messis said as his mood changed from being positive to feeling doubtful. “I also have one."
“Really, with whom?” Solstitio asked as his brother took a gander at the princesses. “Wait…wait…it can’t be…”
“Yes, yes, it’s with Luna.” Messis replied, blushing as he looked at the mares. “There’s just something about her, I just can’t explain it.”
“Maybe it’s the fact that she’s just as calm and composed as you are.” Solstitio chuckled, patting his brother on the back. “I know that reassuring smile on Celestia’s face makes me feel so warm inside.”
“Funny, coming from your more winter affiliations.” Messis snickered playfully as well. “Though I’m not sure how to really approach her.”
“Yeah, same.” Solstitio sighed, rubbing his chin. “Maybe we could ask Twilight for advice? She wouldn’t stop talking about Celestia and Luna when she and her friends freed us. So maybe we can try that?”
“No, no. She’s clearly far too loyal to the Princesses. There’s no doubt she wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret.” Messis shook his head. “Besides, I’m certain even if she doesn’t tell Celestia and Luna, she’s bound to tell her friends. Like that unicorn…what was her name…oh yes, Rarity.”
“Yeah, she seemed to love gossip. I think she asked us "how many questions about our era?” Solstitio chuckled, thinking back to the mare as she was fitting them for their royal regalia. “But we gotta tell them eventually.”
“We do, we do. But…I just need more time to think.” Messis sighed, starting to walk further into the castle, his brother following. “Besides, after so many years imprisoned, I’ve gotten very good at thinking.”
“Was that…was that a joke?” Solstitio gasped playfully, only to pat his brother on the back. “It must be serious if you’re able to crack a joke about it.” There was a brief silence, followed by an eruption of laughter between the two.
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563566
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Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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An Ancient Reunion
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A pair of ancient alicorn brothers have been freed after countless centuries, and both Princesses couldn't be happier.
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incomplete
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 18 - 20 2024</b></p></div><p>Princess Celestia and Luna have ruled over Equestria for many, many millennia. From their thrones in Canterlot, they govern with fairness and wisdom, but as of late there has been a melancholy about them. After a discussion, they decide to bring Twilight Sparkle to help with an ancient problem; the search and freedom of a pair of alicorn brothers, who the sisters had not seen for so long, and miss greatly. </p><p>Commission for <a href="/user/339133/FriendsForever" rel="nofollow">FriendsForever</a>.</p>
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mature
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2024-08-21T11:10:52+00:00
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2024-08-21T11:10:52+00:00
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The following days came and went, with the brothers still developing their newly rediscovered abilities, as well as the sisters working out how to help them adapt more and more to this modern era. And yet, with these days coming and going, all four alicorns were growing closer to each other, though neither were yet able to admit their feelings towards the other. Celestia and Solstitio, as well as Luna and Messis. These four were only a breath away from confessing their feelings, but slight worries crippled these efforts.
It was on one such morning, Solstitio was walking around, when he noticed the coming dawn. Curious, he followed the light of this until he came across Celestia on a balcony. The solar alicorn looked absolutely radiant in the growing warmth of the dawn. The way the sun’s light as it cracked over the horizon made her mane and tail shimmer and sparkle in such a manner that Solstitio was at a loss for words. But this might be the perfect chance he was hoping for.
"Morning, Celestia." Solstitio greeted, smiling at the mare as he trotted over to her. “Hope you slept well.”
"Morning." Celestia replied with a warm smile. “And I slept well. Only just finished raising the sun.”
“That is very impressive.” Solstitio nodded, marveling at the beauty of the dawn’s glow. "How long have you been raising the sun?"
"Centuries, although I have to admit, I never had anypony closer to me.” Celestia replied, her voice sounding a mix of calm and nostalgic. “I know that I have a closer relationship with the sun, but that is nonsense."
“I see.” Solstitio nodded as he hung on every word, working up the courage to admit something. He broke his silence. "Recently, something feels different about me."
"What do you mean, Solstitio?” Celestia finished raising the sun, turning to him. “Is something bothering you?"
"No, it's just..." Solstitio stopped in the middle of his sentence as he was lost in words, then blurted out. "Would you ever have somepony closer to you in life, I could be that."
“What do you mean?” Celestia asked, confused by the vagueness of her friend’s words. “Is there something wrong?” Blushing profusely, Solstitio ducked his head and cleared his throat.
“I was thinking…” Solstitio struggled to say as the words were caught in his throat. Sighing to swallow the last of his courage, he tried again. “Maybe you and I could go out on a date?"
Celestia blushed brightly, her white muzzle was now the shade of an apple and she started to feel warm, her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to form her words. Was this it? Was Solstitio hitting on her? Was he confessing to her? The alicorn’s mind was racing as her eyes were darting about. She couldn’t stay silent forever, she had to say something to him. Solstitio was telling her his feelings, she had to return this bravery in kind. After a few deep breaths, she smiled.
"What made you ask that now?" Celestia asked, she blushed a little. “N-not that I’m…well…oh my…” Blushing brightly himself, Solstitio cleared his throat to answer.
"I didn't know if you were taken.” Solstitio replied, feeling a little more confident in his voice. “But since you said otherwise, I thought I’d ask.".
"Well, I'm glad you talked to me about this.” Celestia nodded, smiling from ear to ear as she started walking, Solstitio followed from behind. “Yes, we can go on a date together."
"Celestia, even though you have not dated before, are you good at dating?" Solstitio asked, looking sheepishly. “It’s been so long since I even thought about such things. I don’t want to ruin it by being out of date.” The mare nearly cooed at how adorable the alicorn looked with the blush on his face.
"Yes, but it varies depending on the pony." Celestia answered. “I think we can take it slow, and then see where the day takes us.” Looking back at him, she couldn’t help but giggle a little. “So let’s have some breakfast, and then I can show you around Canterlot.” As Solstitio followed her, she thought to herself. ‘This is perfect! I get some time with Solstitio, and I’m sure Luna is going to have some fun with Messis today as well.’
Following a hearty and full breakfast, Celestia and Solstitio made their way into Canterlot. Wanting to be more private and alone, the princess ordered her guards to keep at a distance. Since there was no way for her to order them to leave the two of them alone all day, the best she could do was instruct them to be more hidden but vigilant. And while she liked the idea of Solstitio being out in his full splendor, but wanted his wings to be covered for his own personal protection.
"Celestia, is this necessary?" Solstitio asked as he received a blue cloak from Celestia. “I mean, I’m not complaining. It looks really nice.” Looking himself over, he looked like an especially tall unicorn with an ethereal mane and beard.
"Throughout my reign, ponies still do not know if alicorn stallions exist, we may reveal you two as a surprise when the time is right." Celestia replied with a wink. “Besides, I think you look quite stunning in it.”
“I mean, I kinda stand out already.” Solstitio chuckled, looking himself over. “But I’ll do as you say.” Donning the cloak, he followed behind the princess.
Canterlot was better than Solstitio thought. Even when he and Messis walked the streets with Twilight and her friends, the most they saw were just the main street. And even then, they were moving too fast to really enjoy the sights of the city. With Celestia at his side, the two alicorns were going to have a much better time. The cobblestone streets clopped under his hooves, almost echoing a little as it matched with the pace of the busy ponies starting up their day.
Market stalls were setting up for the day. The shouts and calls of ponies trying to sell their wares. The sights, colors, smells, and even the way the breeze felt on Solstitio’s face was sending a shiver down his spine. For a moment, it reminded him of the bazaars and markets of Skyros. The way these ponies were working hard, the way they were toiling away to make their living, and yet the look of fulfillment and joy across their faces were beyond impressive to the stallion.
"Things have changed around here, right?" Solstitio asked with a surprised look on his face. “So maybe it was smart to take it slow with them. Don’t wanna cause a scene if they see my wings.”
"Yeah, society is like that, life changes constantly throughout my reign, ponies came and went, the changes in food, the list goes on." Celestia replied with a smile on her face. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon enough.”
"Since I'm not very familiar with this time, could you guide me on this?" Solstitio asked. “With the splendor of this city, I don’t want to get lost.”
"Sure, just follow me, and you will understand." Celestia replied. “But please, don’t go staring with your mouth hanging. Ponies might stare if you’re just standing there.”
Following behind the Princess, Solstitio looked around to see not only what was happening on the streets, but the surrounding buildings. Skyros was a city designed around alicorns, and so with the mix of magic and flight, the architecture was designed to not only allow flight, but could be constructed in a way that almost defied contemporary laws of physics and structure. Canterlot was a different design altogether, not just in age, but in shape.
Built not only with the idea of the three pony tribes coming together, the architecture reflected this. Some buildings were low and stout, while others were narrow and tall, and then some were seemingly decorated and built by magic. It wasn’t just a show of the unity of the three tribes, but also a metaphor of what earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns could do when they worked in harmony. Solstitio was impressed, seeing such a marvelous blend of ponykind coming together like this.
“Wow, this is what modern Equestria looks like, the buildings look so different.” Solstitio exclaimed with shock. “It’s just so much to take in. So different from Skyros.”
“Yes, though this is just what the city looks like now.” Celestia giggled, looking back at him with a cheerful smile. “Why, only a few centuries ago, it was mainly columns, pillars, and more marble stones. But the expense became too great to maintain.” She then sighed a little, sounding more scholarly again. “And even before that, Canterlot was a mainly unicorn population before the unity of the three tribes. So this city is a testament of what ponykind can accomplish when they work together.”
Trotting along the road, the two alicorns came across a bakery named, Fine Hooves Bakery. It was a quaint looking place, not too big or too small. Even having a more rustic looking log wooden exterior as opposed to many of the more brick styles that neighbored it. The scent of warm toast wafting through the air as Solstitio pushed open the wooden door as the two of them entered. The inside was just as cozy looking as the outside. The tables were made of fine carved wood, and there was a massive hearth and chimney in the far back that gave the place an additional scent of burning hickory.
“Why, good morning, your highness.” The baker, who was a stout looking unicorn, greeted Celestia and Solstitio. Before he finished a thought, he gestured over to the tables. “By all means, sit, sit. Sit anywhere you’d like.” The two alicorns walked over to a nearby table while the unicorn approached them. “What can I start you off with?”
“I wanted to show my friend around the city. And so I figured one of the best places to start would be a lovely place such as this.” Celestia answered with both worry and enthusiasm. “Anyways, we would like to have a raisin pastry, a croissant, and two small coffees please."
“Would that be all, your highness?” The baker asked, magically scribbling the order on a pad. “We have a new shipment of chocolate biscuits from Griffonstone.”
“Yes, thank you." Celestia said as she paid the bits required. “And we’ll consider the biscuits for another time.”
“Amazing, such a warm place to be.” Solstitio commented, leaning in a little to whisper. “And that baker. I didn’t want to say anything, but he’s rather short for a unicorn.”
“Oh yes, that’s right. This wasn’t a common thing back in those days.” Celestia nodded, leaning in to whisper as well. “Since the unification of the three tribes, many families and clans have interbred. Our friendly baker here is both a unicorn and earth pony.”
“That’s amazing!” Solstitio nodded, smiling as he looked over to the baker. “Such a wondrous age to live in. Such unity was practically unheard of back in my time.”
“Remind me to introduce you to this lovely family in Ponyville.” Celestia giggled quietly. “Both parents are earth ponies, but their son is a pegasus, and their daughter is a unicorn. Truly a gifted family.”
The baker eventually returned with the pastries she ordered, moved them onto a well crafted looking wooden tray, along with the two coffees that were foaming at the top of two well crafted clay mugs. Celestia took them, handing Solstitio’s coffee over to him, along with raisin pastry. The stallion looked at it, curious about the flavor of such a tasty looking treat. Celestia couldn’t help but giggle a little, looking at the alicorn as if he were that curious colt she once knew so long ago.
“So this is how ponies today spend their mornings?” Solstitio asked as he looked around the establishment and the baked goods with curiosity. “Looks pretty good, so I can’t complain.”
“Yes, I suppose, but not all ponies do this, there are some that prefer to eat at their residence and some that prefer to go to these places on some days depending on their schedules." Celestia said with a gleeful smile. “Enjoy the pastries."
“I’ll try.” Solstitio chuckled a little, lifting the pastry up to his mouth. “I mean, after the breakfast we had, I don’t even think I’ll have the room.” Celestia only smiled, sipping at her coffee as she watched him.
Solstitio took a moment to admire his raisin pastry. Shaped like a swirl, flakey, and with raisins between the layers. It certainly looked very appetizing, and even without touching it, he could feel some of the warmth radiating off it; as well as the faint wisps of steam which caused the raisins to glisten a little. Swallowing his appetite a little, he took a bite of the pastry, crumbs fell, and he felt the texture, followed by its richness, sweetness, and acidity hitting his tongue. The pupils in his eyes shrank.
“Oh, oh…wow…” Solstitio hummed, chewing and savoring the bite for a moment. “This is…just wow…”
“Uh, are you okay?” Celestia asked, giggling only a little, but not wanting to presume he was joking around. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anypony react like that.” Solstitio then shook his head side-to-side to get back to reality.
“Yes, Just admiring the flavor." Solstitio answered as he continued to eat and speak with Celestia. “It’s so rich, and so warm.” Taking another bite, he couldn’t help but hum a little more. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I normally love cold foods, but there’s something about a warm bite of something that just sends a shiver throughout your body.”
“I know what you mean.” Celestia replied, calmly yet cheerfully eating her own croissant. “I’ve always loved these. It’s just butter in a warm and crispy roll.” She sighed, feeling a sense of joy that only sent more warmth as the food ran down her throat.
Finishing up their meal, Solstitio quickly made his way over to the baker. The unicorn, who was just putting in various breads, pastries, and cakes in the oven, walked out of the back to see the alicorn looking at him with such a smile on his face. He had been a baker long enough to know what "look" meant. It was the sheer joy of another satisfied customer. Pride only filled the unicorn as he approached Solstitio.
“Looks like you enjoyed the pastry.” The baker nodded, smiling warmly at the stallion. “Is there anything else I can make for you?”
“Enjoyed it? I loved it!” Solstitio chuckled, looking at the unicorn with a cheerful smile. “That was one of the greatest things I have ever eaten. And I can say nothing but my highest compliments to you.”
“Well, that’s pretty kind of you.” The baker smiled, rubbing his chin for a moment. “Tell you what. Since you enjoyed it so much, and of course, I can never dare charge the Princess for gracing my bakery with her presence. How’s about I get you two fresh loaves. On the house.”
“Oh? Thank you, thank you!” Solstitio nodded, then a thought struck him. “If it would be okay with you, kind sir, I would like to see how such magnificent pastries are made.”
“Of course, I would be honored to.” The baker replied, laughing merrily at the two. “Just so long as you don’t steal my family recipes.” Solstitio and the unicorn shared a cheerful laugh at the comment. “How’s about you coming back when I close as soon as the sun goes down? I’d love to show you everything I got.”
“Sounds good.” Solstitio smiled, almost giddy with anticipation. “I can’t wait.” With that, both he and Celestia bid their farewell and left the bakery. Now back walking along the streets of Canterlot, he noticed the look on Celestia’s face. “What? You’re looking at me funny.”
“It’s nothing, it’s just you’re quite the curious one when it comes to baking." Celestia said, enjoying her time with Solstitio. “Like a colt standing near the oven looking at and waiting for the finished product.”
"Yes, I am curious, but my true passions were sorcery and knighthood." Solstitio laughed between his blushing. “And who knows, since Messis and I are relearning our magic, then we can see where that goes.”
Celestia pondered for a moment what manner of treats Solstitio could make. Given his preference for colder things, maybe he could work towards pastries that added a pleasant chill when bitten into. Or perhaps the opposite, a warm bite of food that would push away the cold on the chilliest of wintery nights. Either way, Celestia couldn’t help but feel her own appetite being wet by the desire to try whatever Solstitio makes.
"Everypony has their own talents and personalities that define themselves, they don't have just one.” Celestia said, looking at Solstitio warmly. “And who knows, maybe you can be a big strong knight someday.”
“H-how about we move onto a different topic.” Solstitio asked, blushing as he looked away from the mare. "What do you like to do then, Celestia?"
"Well, I like to cook when at the castle because I prefer not to have servants cook for me.” Celestia answered, her voice sounding so sweet and sincere. “Occasionally I may sing in the shower or at karaoke night in some clubs or bars, but when I’m not handling any political affairs I make the time to come out of the castle and socialize with the rest of my subjects."
"Really, Celestia, I did not know you like doing these things." Solstitio replied with a chuckle. “Still, that all sounds lovely. Please, tell me more.” Celestia only smiled, more than happy to share with him.
As the two continued to talk, the more they shared. The closer and closer the two of them were getting. Not only with the meal, but the company. Celestia and Solstitio were growing closer, and the more they learned about each other, the more this warm, pleasurable feeling swelled within their being. It was a good feeling, it was a pleasant experience. And for both Celestia and Solstitio, their date was nearly over, and it was impossible to tell which shone brighter, them or the blazing sun that illuminated the great city.
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Holocron
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563566
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Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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An Ancient Reunion
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A pair of ancient alicorn brothers have been freed after countless centuries, and both Princesses couldn't be happier.
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incomplete
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 18 - 20 2024</b></p></div><p>Princess Celestia and Luna have ruled over Equestria for many, many millennia. From their thrones in Canterlot, they govern with fairness and wisdom, but as of late there has been a melancholy about them. After a discussion, they decide to bring Twilight Sparkle to help with an ancient problem; the search and freedom of a pair of alicorn brothers, who the sisters had not seen for so long, and miss greatly. </p><p>Commission for <a href="/user/339133/FriendsForever" rel="nofollow">FriendsForever</a>.</p>
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mature
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2024-08-22T10:34:02+00:00
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2024-08-22T10:34:02+00:00
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The air was calm and comforting. Luna and Messis were sitting on a balcony, overlooking the night skies of Canterlot. A small table rested between them, each reading a book as they enjoyed a cup of soothing tea. The mare was looking through a book on the stars and constellations, a frequent topic she enjoyed reading, often laughing at how incorrect many so-called astronomers were. Messis was focused more on the reading of the Equestrian history he and Solstitio missed. It was all so fascinating, and he found himself often stuck in his books, rarely looking up.
“It’s a peaceful night.” Luna commented aloud, glancing out into the darkness of the evening. The low glow of the city’s lights twinkled like the stars in the heavenly sky. “It’s also very rare that anyone wants to spend that time reading with me.”
“You’ve been doing this alone? All this time?” Messis asked, his eyes still in his book as he levitated the cup of tea to his lips. “That’s so hard to believe.”
“Well, it’s not like there are many who are comfortable staying awake all night.” Luna replied, chuckling a little as she was nearly finished with her drink. “Besides, I’ve grown quite used to the isolation, so it doesn’t bother me anymore.”
“I understand that not many ponies are nocturnal anymore.” Messis replied, his tone of voice shifting from factual to more suave. “I was speaking more that I find it so hard to believe no one was kind enough to make the effort to spend the time with you. You’re a charming mare, so it only confuses me.”
“Oh, well aren’t you a charmer.” Luna giggled, being thankful the book was hiding her blushing face. “Well, if you’d like, we can do something else.” Finishing her book, she closed it and placed it down on the table. “If I recall, you and Solstitio loved to play games.”
“We did, or well, we still do.” Messis replied, calmly smiling as he finished his tea, but remained focused on his book. “But Solstitio enjoyed more athletic and outdoor games. I preferred more tactical and problem solving games.”
“Perhaps a game of chess then?” Luna asked, giggling as she looked at the stallion. “I think the last time we played, we were betting on who could have the last cookie on the plate.”
“It has been a long time.” Messis said, chuckling a little as he closed his book. “But if I recall correctly, I believe it ended in a stalemate when Solstitio snuck off with it while we were engrossed in the game.”
“Well, no better time like the present for us to settle that stalemate.” Luna smiled, igniting her horn. In a dim flash of blue shaded magic a decorated, wooden box appears in her hooves. “I believe this set will do.”
Placing it on the table, she ignited her horn. The box opened itself, the many well crafted chess pieces levitated out, almost dancing as they took their places on the board. Messis’ eyes almost gleamed eagerly as he was already formulating every possible strategy he still remembered. Luna was right, it had been a very, very long time since the two played, and he vaguely recalled the two of them were very competitive in these games when they were younger.
“An impressive board. Far different from the simple wood and stone board we once played on.” Messis commented, adjusting how he sat in his chair as he hunched a little forward. “But it doesn’t matter what the board is, I don’t plan on losing.” Luna’s eager smile matched his, the two of them were ready to play.
Luna laid back in her seat, her eyes staring off into space as Messis looked at her with an almost smug smile. The board between them portrayed the result of their game. The stallion had won, even as the mare had to nearly win. She never would’ve expected Messis to achieve victory, even as he had sacrificed his queen, and both rooks to do so. Letting out a clear sigh of exasperation, she wanted to congratulate him for winning, but her somewhat stubborn side didn’t want to.
“Well, it seems you’ve waited all these centuries to lose.” Messis chuckled, poking a little fun at the mare. Luna only adorably pouted at the comment. “Well, since I don’t plan on leaving any time soon, we can play whenever you want.” Getting up from his seat, he stretched a little. “I believe the game has left me quite hungry. Perhaps we should have a meal?”
“Sure, I think a little food will put me in the right mood.” Luna replied, smiling a little as she got up from her seat. “If I’ve learned anything, it’s that food always helps.” Messis smiled, gesturing to let her lead the way.
No sooner had they arrived at the dining hall, the many kitchen staff got straight to work. They had expected Luna to want a meal at some point, and so the food was quickly prepared for the two of them. It was quite the banquet of food, bigger than the dinner the stallion had dined on before with Celestia and Solstitio. As soon as Luna picked up her knife and fork, she practically devoured her meal like a ravenous animal. Messis’ eyes widened a little in surprise as the normally calm and collected mare was eating so cheerfully and yet so sloppily.
“Some things never change.” Messis sighed, chuckling a little as he looked at the mare. “Luna, you’re still terrible at hiding your feelings when you eat.”
“What? No, no, that’s not it. I’m not upset at losing.” Luna replied, her voice sounding a little muffled as she was stuffing her face with food. “I’m just…just really hungry.”
“Even when we were young, you always loved gorging on as much food as you could shove in your mouth whenever you’re upset.” Messis commented, almost smugly rubbing his chin. “If anything, I like it. It’s such a refreshing feeling. Like there was something I liked about you that hasn’t changed.”
Luna blushed, stopping for a moment as she heard his words. Was this it? Was she flirting with her? She had almost never shown anypony this way she ate, often being a little embarrassed by it. Celestia was well aware of this habit, and was able to at best convince Luna to eat in a more dignified and civilized manner; but only in public. Messis didn’t mind, if anything, it made the mare look all the more adorable. He was a calm stallion, and it wasn’t just Luna’s equally calm composure that he found so attractive, but how she wasn’t afraid of showing her more emotional side.
“Well, I better get to my own food, before you snatch it off my plate.” Messis chuckled, making Luna blush as he started eating with the same levels of savagery as the princess. “Maybe afterwards, we should make sure we still have all our fingers.” Luna giggled as she continued to eat.
Following their meal, the two of them were sitting at the table, dozens of licked clean plates, bowls, dishes, and trays lay in stacks. Rubbing his stomach, Messis had to hold in a small belch as he settled in the delicious food. It had been so long since he could just let himself go like that, and it felt so comforting to do so with Luna. The mare seemed to feel the same, wiping her mouth with the silken napkin, putting it down over the last plate she ate off of.
“Now that was a hearty meal.” Messis commented, leaning back as he patted his belly. “And I thought the dinner I had earlier was big.”
“Yeah, the magic I use takes far more energy than you would think. So I prefer to eat as much as I can.” Luna replied, only to blush a little. “And thank you…for sharing it with me.”
“Of course, I love spending time with you. Especially after so long apart.” Messis said, only to blush as well when he realized what he said. Clearing his throat, he composed himself. “A-a-anyway, what would you like to do now? The night is still pretty young.”
“Hmm, actually, I think I have something in mind.” Luna said, a plan formulating in her mind. “The sky is quite clear, so let’s take a flight.” Messis bowed his head, gesturing his hoof for her to follow.
Once they arrived back at the same balcony as before, the two alicorns spread their wings, taking flight into the cool night sky. The air above Canterlot was gorgeous, but once they were in the air, the view of all of Equestria was absolutely stunning. While one could see dozens of miles of the kingdom on such a clear night, alicorns had superior vision, and could see hundreds of miles. Messis could see the great farmlands, the dense forests, and just barely made out the faint glimmer of the Crystal Empire.
“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it?” Luna said, giggling at the look on Messis’ face. “But I think the view is even better up there.” Gesturing up with her hoof, she pointed out some wisps of clouds that hugged higher than the castle. “This way.”
Flying higher and higher, the two of them soared upwards until they were above these clouds. From there, the two sat, gazing out over the kingdom, and the view was even better than before. The frost covered mountains to the far north, the biting deserts of the far south, and the great seas that churned and flowed on both the east and eastern coasts of Equestria. The sight captivated the stallion, making his eyes shine like stars from the beauty.
“I told you the view was better.” Luna laughed, playfully patting the stallion on the back. “Normal pegasi can’t fly this high during the day, the winds are too strong. And at night, when it’s calmer, they’re asleep. So I’ve spent many years seeing this view, alone.”
“Well, you’re not alone anymore.” Messis said, his mouth moving before his thoughts. “I don’t think I could ever see anything like this again.” Nodding, he smiled. “Yes, the second best thing I’ve seen in centuries.”
“Second best? After such a reaction, is this second best?” Luna asked, raising a curious eyebrow to the stallion. “And what, pray tell, is the best thing you’ve seen in centuries?” Messis slowly turned his head, and looked at her, compassion and devotion shone in his eyes. The mare’s face erupted into another major blush as she realized what he meant. “Oh…oh…oh my…I…I…” Struggling for a moment, she tried to compose herself. “H-h-how about another game?”
“Sure, anything you want.” Messis replied, smiling warmly at her as she was still very flustered. “What do you have in mind?”
“Hmm, let’s see…” Luna said, standing up. Smirking, she looked back to the stallion. “King’s pawn to E Four.” Spreading her wings, she took off into the sky.
“You’re kidding me, we don’t even have a board.” Messis replied, leaping off the cloud after her. “What brought this on?”
“You said it didn’t matter what the board was, so let’s try a mental one.” Luna giggled, playfully teasing the stallion. “I repeat…King’s Pawn to E Four.”
“Fine, I’ll play along.” Messis smirked back at the mare. “Pawn to E Five.
“Pawn to F Four.” Luna quickly replied. “King’s Gambit.”
“Accepted. Pawn takes Pawn.” Messis said, maintaining his smirk at her. “Just give me a minute to get the pieces set, then we’ll see if you can redeem yourself.”
The two continued to fly through the clouds, Luna leading Messis onwards as they played their game. The cool breeze of the night air kissed against their bodies while they enjoyed themselves. Messis couldn’t help but chuckle. No doubt Luna was trying to play chess against him on slightly less than favorable terms. But just because she could play a game mentally, didn’t mean she could beat him mentally. With the pieces set, he caught up to her.
“All set, sorry for the delay.” Messis said, feeling especially confident as he smiled gracefully at her. “In any event, it’s your turn.”
“Thank you.” Luna nodded, smiling as she too felt just as confident. “Bishop to C Four.”
“Hmm, aggressive. Hoping to end this quickly?” Messis chuckled. “Queen to H Four. Check.”
“You’re one to talk.” Luna giggled. “King to F One.”
“A little aggression does help, but skill also matters.” Messis replied. “Pawn to B Five.”
“Oh? Let’s see here…” Luna pondered aloud. “Bishop takes the Pawn.”
“Knight to F Six.” Messis said, his eyes darting about a little. “Yes, that should do.”
“You’re right, skill does matter.” Luna smirked. “Knight to F Three.”
“Queen to H Six.” Messis said. “Really, did you think this would trick me?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Luna giggled in response. “Pawn to D Three.”
“Knight to H Five!” Messis exclaimed, his voice echoing out with excitement. He then composed himself with a small blush. “Please…take your time.”
“Oh don’t worry, I have.” Luna smiled. “Knight to H Four.”
“Queen to G Five.” Messis smirked, getting more and more sure of himself. “So, which will you give up? The Bishop at B Five or the Knight at H Four?”
“Neither.” Luna replied with the same air of confidence. “Knight to F Five.”
“And that leaves your Bishop unguarded.” Messis nodded. “Pawn to C Six.”
“You did the same with your Knight.” Luna smiled back. “Pawn to G Four.”
“Knight to G One.” Messis quickly answered. “Skill takes time, and plans can have deeper plans.”
“I agree.” Luna said. “Rook to G One.”
“Really? Cause Pawn takes your Bishop.” Messis chuckled. “I know you thought you could catch me off guard, but I said, no matter the board, I’ll win.”
The way they flew grew faster and faster. Luna and Messis weren’t just playing chess, but seemingly racing through the night sky. Keeping it to the air around Canterlot, they were soaring past buildings, just about the many homes and mansion, as well as the rocky mountain side the citadel rested upon. Whenever one believed they’ve taken the lead in the mental game, they would fly ahead of the other, only to be overtaken by the other one when they did their move.
“Alright, I believe this will do.” Luna said, flying ahead of Messis. “Pawn to H Four.”
“Queen to G Six.” Messis said, flapping his wings to catch up with the mare. “Don’t think I didn’t notice what you did.”
“Careful now.” Luna giggled. “Pawn to H Five.”
“I don’t know. You’re the one who lost your Bishop.” Messis smirked back. “Queen to G Five.”
“Queen to F Three.” Luna commented. “I think it’s time I get a little more serious.”
“As if you weren’t already?” Messis chuckled. “Then again, you almost trapped my Queen. Hmm…Knight to G Eight.”
“Bishop takes the Pawn.” Luna said, her face beaming with pride. “The Bishop threatens the Queen.”
“Hmm…damn…okay, that was impressive.” Messis shrugged, smiling a little. “Queen to F Six.”
“Knight to C Three.” Luna quickly replied. “Hmm, looks like you’ve done nothing but develop the Queen in this game.”
“Now don’t get too cocky, you’re still short a Bishop.” Messis said, sweat starting to form on his brow. “Bishop to C Five.”
“Hmm…what to do…what to do…” Luna playfully hummed. “Knight to D Five.”
“And my Queen takes the Pawn at B Two.” Messis stated. “Come on, what could you be planning?”
“What indeed…” Luna giggled, smiling coyly. “Bishop to D Six.”
“Queen takes Rook.” Messis chuckled, feeling more and more confident on his coming victory. “What are you going to do now?”
“I’m still in the game…” Luna replied. “King to E Two.”
“Bishop takes Rook.” Messis laughed, flying now besides the mare. “That was your last Rook by the way.”
“I’m aware.” Luna said, maintaining her confident expression. “Pawn to E Five.”
“Really? I have my pieces coming down on you, and you move a Pawn?” Messis asked, fully stopping. “I’m sorry, are you even trying anymore?”
“No, I’m still serious.” Luna replied, stopping to return to the alicorn. “And please, it’s your turn.” Taking off, she had him follow after her.
“Alright, if that’s how you wanna do it.” Messis smiled, feeling so close to his victory. “Knight to A Six.”
“Knight takes Pawn at G Seven.” Luna replied, smirking almost smugly at the stallion. “Check.”
“Hmm…uh huh…” Messis pondered aloud. “Knight to D Eight.”
“Queen to F Six.” Luna said, her smile only growing. “Check.”
“And now my Knight takes your Queen.” Messis sighed, shaking his head a little. “Honestly, what were you thinking? You have no Rooks, no Queen, and are down to your last Bishop. Really, it’s too bad you wasted your time moving your Pawn to…” Then, his mind realized where this piece was on the mental board. “...oh, you clever mare.”
“Bishop to E Seven.” Luna smirked, stopping her flight to turn and look at the stallion. “Checkmate.”
“Nice game, you beat me.” Messis laughed, catching up to her. “Let it never be known that I can't accept my defeat gracefully.” Luna giggled back with a blush on her face.
“Good game, I’m glad we were able to do this.” Luna commented, trying to compose herself, but struggled to stop the blushing. “Looks like the night is still young. What would you like to do now?”
“Hmm, I think I know what I’d like to do.” Messis said, his eyes gleaming with an intense thought as he looked at the mare. “But it’s back at the Castle.”
Flying back to the castle, the two alicorns continued to laugh at the fun game they had. The two of them felt such an array of emotions. Normally calm and stoic, it was so exhilarating that they could express themselves, to be filled with the joy and revelry of just pure bliss. By the time they returned to the castle, rather than the same balcony as before, Luna then took charge, flying towards the one that connected to her room. Curious, Messis followed after.
Opening the balcony door, Luna walked into the dark room, making sure to playfully swish her tail towards Messis as he caught up to her. Following onwards, the stallion found the room to be very dark, so dark, even his alicorn vision struggled to see through it. His body trembled a little, feeling almost faint tingling along his spine as he was piecing together what Luna was planning. He got his answer, the mare leapt at him from the shadows, pushing him against her bed so hard, it nearly flipped over as the two gave into their withheld, tensed up passions.
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Babycord
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563569
| 1 |
Diamond Tiara,Other,Crossover,Human,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Shadows of survival
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Traveling in a dead world
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complete
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<p>In a world where survival demands ruthless choices, Lee and Clementine, hardened by their experiences, form an alliance with Diamond Tiara from Equestria, a cunning and manipulative ally. Together, they navigate a brutal landscape, making morally gray decisions to protect themselves, with Diamond Tiara's sharp instincts adding a new layer of tension and strategy to their journey. Their bond is tested as they struggle between their humanity and the cold, unforgiving reality they face.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-17T21:00:11+00:00
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2024-08-17T21:00:11+00:00
| 69 |
The sun was low in the sky, casting long, ominous shadows across the desolate landscape of what used to be Macon. Lee Everett's boots crunched against the gravel as he led the small group through the deserted streets. The once-bustling town was now a graveyard, overrun by the dead, with the living scattered like ashes in the wind.
Next to Lee, Clementine kept pace, her eyes scanning the horizon with a hardened, calculating gaze that belied her years. At only nine years old, she had already seen and done more than most could ever imagine. Her backpack was heavier now, filled not just with food and supplies but with the weight of the lives she had taken to protect her own. The innocence that once radiated from her had been replaced by a cold resolve; in this world, mercy was a weakness.
Following closely behind was Diamond Tiara, a young girl Lee and Clem had found wandering the outskirts of town. The world had been cruel to her, stripping away the spoiled, bratty persona she once wore like armor. Her fine clothes were tattered, and her once-immaculate mane of hair was tangled and unkempt. But there was a fire in her eyes, a spark of defiance that had somehow survived the apocalypse. Lee had seen it when they first encountered her—a spark he knew they could stoke into something more. In this world, strength came in many forms, and Diamond Tiara’s will to survive was a strength they could not afford to ignore.
"Stay close," Lee muttered, his voice low but commanding. "No sudden moves, and don't make any noise unless you have to."
Clementine nodded, gripping the handle of her bloodstained hatchet a little tighter. Diamond Tiara hesitated but eventually followed suit, clutching the small kitchen knife Lee had given her. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.
The group moved silently, weaving through the debris and the occasional fallen walker. The air was thick with the smell of decay, a stench that had long since embedded itself into their clothes, their skin, and their memories. But they didn't flinch. They had grown used to it, just as they had grown used to the ever-present danger that lurked around every corner.
As they approached the old drugstore, Lee held up a hand, signaling for the others to stop. He crouched down, peering through the broken windows. The interior was dark, but from what he could see, it appeared empty.
"We're going in," he said, turning to Clem and Diamond Tiara. "Stay sharp, and if anything moves, you know what to do."
Clementine's expression was stoic as she nodded, but Diamond Tiara's eyes betrayed a flicker of fear. Lee noticed it but said nothing. Fear was natural—it kept you alive. But he knew she would need to learn to control it if she wanted to survive in this world.
They entered the drugstore cautiously, their footsteps echoing off the walls. The place had been ransacked long ago, shelves emptied of anything remotely useful. But Lee wasn’t interested in the shelves; his focus was on the pharmacy at the back of the store.
"Let's split up," Lee instructed, his eyes scanning the room for any potential threats. "Clem, check the aisles. Diamond Tiara, you stick with me."
Clem nodded and moved off without a word, her small figure disappearing into the darkness of the store. Diamond Tiara lingered close to Lee, her grip on the knife trembling slightly. He glanced at her, his expression unreadable.
"You'll get used to it," he said quietly, more a statement than reassurance.
Diamond Tiara didn’t respond, but she straightened her posture, forcing the fear down as best she could. She had to be strong. She couldn’t be the weak link in this group.
As they approached the pharmacy, Lee noticed the door was ajar, hanging crookedly on its hinges. He motioned for Diamond Tiara to stay back as he slowly pushed it open. The room was dark, the only light filtering through the grime-covered windows. Broken glass crunched underfoot as Lee stepped inside, his gun at the ready.
The shelves here were mostly intact, but there was little left in terms of medical supplies. Lee frowned, his frustration mounting. They needed medicine—anything to keep them going. He began rummaging through the remaining boxes, tossing aside anything that wasn’t useful.
Behind him, Diamond Tiara watched, her eyes wide as she took in the room. It was then that she noticed something—a small, unopened box of bandages wedged between two fallen shelves. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and reaching for it.
Just as her fingers brushed the box, there was a sudden, guttural groan from the corner of the room. Diamond Tiara froze, her breath catching in her throat. Lee whipped around, his gun aimed at the source of the noise.
A walker, its body half-crushed under a collapsed shelf, was struggling to free itself. Its eyes, cloudy and lifeless, locked onto Diamond Tiara, and it let out another moan as it clawed at the floor, dragging itself closer.
Lee didn’t hesitate. He fired a single shot, the bullet piercing the walker's skull and silencing it forever. The sound echoed through the drugstore, loud enough to attract any other walkers in the vicinity.
"We need to move," Lee said sharply, grabbing the box of bandages from Diamond Tiara’s hands. He didn’t miss the way her hands shook as she released it.
They regrouped with Clementine near the entrance, who had managed to find a few cans of food and a bottle of water—small victories in a world where survival was a never-ending battle.
"Let's get out of here before more of them show up," Lee ordered, and without waiting for a response, they made their way back outside.
The streets were eerily quiet as they made their way back to the makeshift camp they had set up on the outskirts of town. Lee kept his eyes and ears open, alert to any sign of danger. Clementine walked beside him, her expression unreadable. Diamond Tiara trailed behind, her mind racing with everything that had happened.
When they finally reached the camp, a small clearing surrounded by trees, Lee allowed himself a moment to relax. He set down his backpack and began unloading the supplies they had managed to scavenge. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get them through another day.
Clementine sat down on a fallen log, pulling out the map they had found a few days earlier. She studied it intently, tracing a route with her finger. Lee watched her for a moment, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. She had come so far from the scared little girl he had first met, and though the circumstances were grim, he couldn’t help but feel a strange satisfaction in seeing how strong she had become.
Diamond Tiara, on the other hand, sat apart from the others, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared into the dying embers of the fire. Lee noticed the distant look in her eyes, the way her body seemed tense, ready to spring at the slightest noise.
"Hey," he called out to her, his voice softer than before. "You did good today."
She didn’t look at him, her gaze fixed on the fire. "I was scared," she admitted after a long pause, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lee nodded, understanding. "We all are. But you didn’t let it stop you. That’s what matters."
Diamond Tiara finally looked up at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Is it always going to be like this?"
Lee didn’t have an answer for that. He wished he could tell her that things would get better, that they would find a safe place, that they wouldn’t have to fight every day just to stay alive. But he couldn’t. Lying to her wouldn’t do any good. In this world, false hope was as dangerous as the walkers.
"It’s hard," he said instead, choosing his words carefully. "But we stick together, and we do what we have to. That’s how we survive."
Diamond Tiara seemed to mull over his words, her expression thoughtful. For a moment, she looked like the child she still was, the weight of the world too heavy on her small shoulders. But then she nodded, a determined look settling over her features.
"I want to help," she said, her voice stronger this time. "I don’t want to be scared anymore."
Lee regarded her for a long moment before nodding. "Alright. But remember, you don’t have to do it alone. We’re a team, and we look out for each other."
The girl seemed to take some comfort in that, and she shifted closer to the others, her posture less defensive. As the night wore on, the three of them shared the meager meal they had managed to scrounge up, the silence between them companionable, though tinged with the unspoken knowledge of what lay ahead.
When the time came to sleep, they arranged themselves in shifts, each taking turns to keep watch. Lee took the first shift, his back against a tree as he stared out into the darkness, his mind replaying the events of the day. It wasn’t long before Clementine drifted off, her small body curled up next to the fire. Diamond Tiara stayed awake longer, her eyes reflecting the dying light of the flames.
"Lee?" she whispered after a while, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?"
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<p>In a world where survival demands ruthless choices, Lee and Clementine, hardened by their experiences, form an alliance with Diamond Tiara from Equestria, a cunning and manipulative ally. Together, they navigate a brutal landscape, making morally gray decisions to protect themselves, with Diamond Tiara's sharp instincts adding a new layer of tension and strategy to their journey. Their bond is tested as they struggle between their humanity and the cold, unforgiving reality they face.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-17T21:00:16+00:00
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2024-08-17T21:00:16+00:00
| 45 |
The first light of dawn seeped through the canopy of trees, casting a dim glow over the makeshift camp. The fire had burned down to embreds, and the night had been restless for Lee, Clementine, and Diamond Tiara. Each had taken turns keeping watch, a necessity in a world where danger lurked around every corner.
Lee rubbed his eyes, fatigue heavy on his shoulders. He glanced over at Clementine, still sleeping soundly near the remnants of the fire, her breathing steady and calm. Diamond Tiara was perched on a log, her eyes fixed on the distant treeline. The girl’s resolve had hardened since their encounter in the drugstore, but it was clear that the harsh reality of their new world was weighing on her.
Lee stood up, stretching his stiff muscles. The remnants of the previous day’s scavenging were scattered around the camp: empty cans, a few scrap pieces of cloth, and the small medical supplies they had managed to find. Their supplies were meager, but they had to make do with what they had.
He approached Diamond Tiara, who seemed lost in thought. "Morning," he said softly, not wanting to startle her. "You want some breakfast?"
Diamond Tiara nodded slowly, but she didn’t move. "Is it always this hard?"
Lee looked out at the encroaching daylight, the scene a stark contrast to the horrors they faced. "Yeah, it is. But that’s why we need to keep pushing forward. We can't afford to give up."
The girl’s gaze hardened, and she swallowed, her expression resolute. "I want to be useful. I want to help."
Lee smiled faintly. "You’ve already done more than you realize. Just being here, helping out, that’s important. Every little bit counts."
As they prepared breakfast from the scant supplies they had, Clementine stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She stretched, yawning, and then looked around, her expression shifting from sleepiness to alertness as she remembered where she was.
"Morning, Clem," Lee said, handing her a small portion of their meager meal. Clementine accepted it with a nod, her eyes scanning the camp for any signs of trouble.
Diamond Tiara joined them, her earlier uncertainty giving way to a focused determination. "I was thinking," she began, her voice steady, "we need a plan. We can’t keep scavenging in the same area. The more we stay in one place, the more likely we are to run into trouble."
Lee regarded her thoughtfully. "You’re right. We need to keep moving, find a safer place to settle, or at least find a better supply route."
Clementine looked up from her meal, her face set in a serious expression. "We should make a list of what we need and then plan out where to find it."
Lee nodded. "Good idea. We’ll start by gathering all our supplies and assessing what we have. Then we can figure out where to go next."
The group worked together, methodically going through their supplies and taking stock of what they had. Diamond Tiara proved herself to be meticulous and resourceful, her attention to detail revealing a talent for organizing and planning that had previously been hidden beneath her troubled exterior.
As they finished their breakfast and packed up their camp, Lee couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Despite the constant danger, despite the hardships they faced, the group was becoming more cohesive. Diamond Tiara was no longer just a frightened child; she was emerging as a valuable asset to their survival.
The morning sun cast long shadows as they made their way back into town, Lee leading the way with Clementine and Diamond Tiara close behind. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sounds the distant groans of walkers and the occasional rustle of the wind through the overgrown vegetation.
Their destination was a hardware store that Lee had scouted from a distance. It was relatively intact and, if they were lucky, it might hold some useful supplies. As they approached, Lee signaled for them to stay alert. The store’s windows were dusty and grimy, making it difficult to see inside.
"Alright," Lee said, crouching near the entrance. "We’ll go in slowly. Clementine, you check the back rooms. Diamond Tiara, stick close to me. We’ll search the front area."
Clementine nodded, her small figure disappearing through a side door. Lee and Diamond Tiara entered through the main entrance, the door creaking loudly as it opened. The store was in disarray, shelves knocked over and scattered with debris. But Lee's trained eyes immediately began searching for anything that might be of use.
Diamond Tiara moved cautiously, her knife at the ready, her eyes scanning the dark corners of the store. She was clearly nervous but determined, her fear giving way to a focused intensity.
As Lee examined the shelves, he noticed a few boxes of nails and some sturdy rope. It wasn’t much, but it was useful. He put them in his bag and continued his search, his ears attuned to any sounds of danger.
Suddenly, there was a crash from the back of the store, followed by Clementine’s voice, urgent and sharp. "Lee!"
Lee and Diamond Tiara rushed towards the sound, their hearts racing. They found Clementine standing over a toppled shelf, a broken can of food scattered around her. But the real danger was the group of walkers that had been attracted by the noise, shuffling towards them from the back room.
Lee’s instincts kicked in. He pulled out his gun and began firing, his shots precise and deliberate, each one finding its mark. Diamond Tiara, though clearly frightened, fought alongside him, her knife flashing as she took down the walkers that came too close.
Clementine stood by, her eyes wide with determination as she helped clear the area. The battle was quick but intense, the three of them working together with a practiced efficiency that spoke of their growing bond.
Once the immediate threat was dealt with, Lee took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. "We need to be more careful. One mistake could have been fatal."
Clementine nodded, her face pale but resolute. Diamond Tiara, though visibly shaken, straightened up and faced Lee with a determined expression. "I’ll do better. I won’t let us down."
Lee smiled faintly. "I know you won’t. We’re a team, and we look out for each other."
With the danger passed, they finished their search of the store, finding a few more useful items—flashlights, batteries, and some basic tools. It wasn’t a windfall, but it was enough to keep them going.
As they made their way back to camp, the weight of their situation pressed heavily on them. The world was harsh and unforgiving, and their survival depended on their ability to adapt and overcome. But despite the challenges, there was a sense of camaraderie and hope that had emerged among them.
Back at camp, they took stock of their new supplies and began planning their next move. Lee, Clementine, and Diamond Tiara worked together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.
As night fell and they settled in for another uneasy rest, the fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across their faces. Lee took the first watch, his gaze sweeping the darkened forest, ever vigilant for any signs of danger.
Clementine and Diamond Tiara, exhausted but determined, settled into their sleeping bags, the weight of their survival a constant presence. They had come a long way, but the journey ahead was still fraught with danger and uncertainty.
In the silence of the night, Lee’s thoughts drifted to the future. The world had changed in ways they could never have anticipated, and the struggle to survive was a daily fight. But amidst the darkness and despair, there was a glimmer of hope—a hope that perhaps, in their shared struggle, they might find a way to persevere.
As the fire’s light flickered and the night deepened, Lee knew that the road ahead would be long and arduous. But with Clementine and Diamond Tiara by his side, he felt a renewed sense of purpose—a determination to keep moving forward, no matter what challenges lay ahead.
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<p>In a world where survival demands ruthless choices, Lee and Clementine, hardened by their experiences, form an alliance with Diamond Tiara from Equestria, a cunning and manipulative ally. Together, they navigate a brutal landscape, making morally gray decisions to protect themselves, with Diamond Tiara's sharp instincts adding a new layer of tension and strategy to their journey. Their bond is tested as they struggle between their humanity and the cold, unforgiving reality they face.</p>
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2024-08-17T21:00:19+00:00
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2024-08-17T21:00:19+00:00
| 56 |
The moon hung low in the sky, its cold light barely penetrating the dense canopy of trees that surrounded the small cabin. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of must and old wood, the remnants of a forgotten world clinging to the dilapidated structure. The cabin was a fragile sanctuary in a world that had become increasingly hostile, and the small fire that flickered in the fireplace provided the only source of warmth and light.
Lee Everett sat against the wall, his eyes scanning the darkness outside through the grimy windows. The flickering firelight cast long, eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the cabin’s unsettling atmosphere. Despite the fire’s warmth, Lee felt a coldness deep in his bones, a constant reminder of the ever-present danger that lurked just beyond the edge of the light.
Clementine lay on her sleeping bag, her small body curled up tightly as she tried to sleep. Her breathing was slow and steady, but the tense lines of her face revealed the exhaustion and fear she had been carrying. She had come a long way from the frightened child Lee had first met, but the burden of survival had not been easy on her.
Diamond Tiara, on the other hand, was restless. Her eyes darted around the dark room, her posture tense as she tried to stay calm. The horrors they had faced were taking their toll, and the fear that had once been a distant concern was now a constant companion. Her once-immaculate appearance was now a far cry from the pristine pony she had once been—her clothes were dirty, her hair tangled, and her expression was a mix of determination and dread.
The sound of the forest was unsettling—a cacophony of rustles, groans, and the occasional snap of twigs. The walkers were a constant presence, their guttural noises a grim reminder of the world’s new reality. Lee had become accustomed to this constant background noise, but it still gnawed at his nerves.
Suddenly, a low, rhythmic thudding broke the monotony of the night. Lee’s senses immediately heightened. He straightened, his eyes narrowing as he listened intently. The noise was getting closer, and it wasn’t the usual random sounds of the forest. It was deliberate, methodical, and unmistakably human.
“Clem,” Lee whispered urgently, his voice low but firm. “Wake up. We’ve got company.”
Clementine’s eyes fluttered open, her face momentarily clouded with confusion before she registered the seriousness of Lee’s tone. She sat up quickly, her small hands already reaching for the hatchet she had kept close by. Diamond Tiara, now fully awake, looked around with wide, frightened eyes, her knife clutched tightly in her hand.
Lee stood up, his movements deliberate and calm. He glanced around the cabin, quickly assessing their options. The cabin was small and sparsely furnished, offering limited cover and no easy escape routes. They would need to be careful.
“We need to move,” Lee said, his voice steady despite the rising tension. “Gather what you can and be quick about it.”
Clementine and Diamond Tiara scrambled to collect their belongings. Diamond Tiara’s hands shook slightly as she stuffed a few items into her bag, her fear palpable. Lee could see the struggle on her face, but he knew that they had no choice but to press on.
Lee led the way, his flashlight cutting through the darkness as they cautiously exited the cabin. The forest outside was eerily quiet, the usual rustling of leaves and distant groans of walkers now muted. The noise from earlier had stopped, replaced by a tense silence that seemed to press in on them from all sides.
They moved through the forest with practiced stealth, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves. Lee kept his flashlight off, using the moonlight to navigate through the darkness. The dense trees and underbrush provided some cover, but it also made it difficult to see what lay ahead.
The rhythmic thudding had ceased, but Lee remained on high alert. The tension in the air was almost tangible, the fear of an impending confrontation hanging over them like a dark cloud. Each snap of a twig or rustle of leaves made them jump, their hearts racing with each noise.
As they continued through the forest, Lee spotted a small, rundown building in the distance. It was a structure that had seen better days, its walls weathered and covered in ivy. It wasn’t much, but it seemed to offer a potential refuge from the dangers of the forest. Lee signaled for the group to halt and approached the building cautiously.
The door creaked as Lee pushed it open, revealing a dark interior. The building was old and dusty, with broken furniture and scattered debris. Lee motioned for Clementine and Diamond Tiara to enter, his senses alert for any signs of danger.
Inside, the building was surprisingly intact. The furniture was old and covered in dust, but there were no signs of recent activity. Lee quickly began to search the area, looking for anything useful or any signs of previous occupants.
Clementine and Diamond Tiara settled in, their exhaustion evident. Diamond Tiara’s fear was still apparent, her face pale as she glanced around the room. She took a seat on a dusty chair, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing.
“This place doesn’t feel right,” Diamond Tiara whispered, her voice barely audible. “What if there are more people out there?”
Lee nodded, understanding her concerns. “We don’t know what’s out there. We have to stay vigilant and be ready for anything.”
They took turns keeping watch, the night stretching on interminably. The building provided some shelter, but it was far from secure. The silence outside was unnerving, the occasional distant groans of walkers a grim reminder of the dangers that lay beyond.
As Lee kept watch, his thoughts were consumed by the harsh realities of their situation. The world they knew was gone, replaced by a nightmarish existence where survival was a constant struggle. The choices he had made, the lives he had taken, weighed heavily on him. He knew that the world was unforgiving and that every day brought new challenges.
The hours passed slowly, the darkness outside seeming to stretch on forever. Lee’s thoughts were interrupted by a distant noise—a faint, rhythmic thudding that grew louder with each passing moment. His heart raced as he realized that it wasn’t just walkers—it was a group of people, their footsteps heavy and deliberate.
Lee tensed, his hand gripping his weapon as he listened intently. The noise was getting closer, and he could hear the murmur of voices. They were close, and they were moving towards the building.
“Get ready,” Lee said quietly to Clementine and Diamond Tiara. “We need to be prepared.”
The two girls looked at him, their faces a mix of fear and determination. They readied their weapons, their eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of danger. Lee crouched by a window, peering out into the night, trying to get a sense of who was approaching.
The thudding grew louder until it was a steady, rhythmic sound. Lee could see the shadows of the approaching group against the dim light of the moon. They were armed, their silhouettes carrying weapons. Lee’s heart pounded as he prepared for a possible confrontation.
The door to the building creaked open, and Lee’s breath caught in his throat. The intruders’ voices were now clear, their tones filled with a sense of urgency. They were searching the building, their footsteps echoing through the empty rooms.
Lee signaled for Clementine and Diamond Tiara to stay low as he prepared to defend them if necessary. The intruders’ voices grew louder, their movements more frantic. It was clear that they were searching for something—or someone.
The tension in the room was palpable. Lee could feel the weight of their situation pressing down on him, the sense of impending danger looming over them. He knew that any wrong move could be fatal.
The intruders’ voices grew louder, their footsteps approaching the room where Lee, Clementine, and Diamond Tiara were hiding. Lee’s grip tightened on his weapon, his eyes darting around the room for any possible escape routes.
Suddenly, one of the intruders let out a sharp exclamation. “Someone’s been here!”
The intruders rushed into the room, their weapons drawn. Lee, Clementine, and Diamond Tiara had no choice but to face them. The room was illuminated by the harsh light of flashlights, and the intruders’ faces were revealed.
Lee took a deep breath, his mind racing as he prepared to defend his group. The intruders’ expressions were a mix of surprise and anger as they took in the sight of Lee, Clementine, and Diamond Tiara.
“Who are you?” one of the intruders demanded, his voice harsh and accusatory. “What are you doing here?”
Lee raised his weapon, his voice steady despite the rising tension. “We’re just trying to survive. We don’t want any trouble.”
The intruders’ leader, a tall man with a scar across his face, sneered. “Survive? In this world, everyone’s out for themselves. We don’t take kindly to strangers.”
Lee assessed the situation, realizing that they were at a disadvantage. The intruders were armed and clearly dangerous. He needed to think quickly to protect his group. He could see that the leader was the most aggressive, and the other intruders were wary but ready to follow his lead.
“We don’t want any trouble,” Lee said again, trying to de-escalate the situation. “We’re just passing through. We haven’t taken anything that doesn’t belong to us.”
The leader’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting to Diamond Tiara. “What’s with the kid?”
Diamond Tiara looked up, her eyes wide with fear but her posture defensive.
“I’m just with them,” Diamond Tiara said, her voice trembling but defiant. “We’re not here to cause any trouble.”
The leader’s eyes lingered on her, a mix of curiosity and suspicion in his gaze. He looked back at Lee, his expression hardening. “You’re in our territory. We don’t take kindly to uninvited guests. You’ve got two choices: leave now or deal with us.”
Lee weighed his options quickly. They were outnumbered and outgunned, and a confrontation would likely end badly. His priority was to keep Clementine and Diamond Tiara safe. “We’ll leave,” he said, his tone firm but conciliatory. “We just need a few minutes to gather our things.”
The leader nodded, but his eyes remained cold and calculating. “You’ve got five minutes. After that, we’re coming in.”
Lee quickly gathered Clementine and Diamond Tiara, whispering urgently. “We need to move fast. We’re not equipped to handle a fight with these guys. We’ll head back into the forest and find another spot to regroup.”
The group hurriedly packed their belongings, their movements frantic but efficient. Lee’s mind raced as he considered their next move. The forest would provide cover, but it also meant navigating in the dark, with the added danger of walkers and the possibility of further encounters with hostile humans.
As they prepared to leave, Lee glanced back at the intruders. They were still stationed outside the building, their shadows flickering in the moonlight as they waited. The leader’s eyes met Lee’s for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the dangerous game they were all playing.
The group slipped out of the building and into the forest, the darkness enveloping them as they moved quickly through the underbrush. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves heightened their anxiety.
Lee led them deeper into the woods, his flashlight turned off to avoid detection. The sound of the intruders’ footsteps faded behind them, but the fear of their potential return remained. They had no idea if the intruders would follow them, but Lee couldn’t afford to take chances.
After a tense hour of navigating through the dark, they finally found a small clearing that seemed relatively safe. Lee directed them to set up a temporary camp, though the sense of security was fleeting. The trees provided some cover, but the feeling of being watched never left them.
Lee took a moment to catch his breath, his mind still racing. The encounter with the intruders had left him on edge, and he could see the toll it had taken on Clementine and Diamond Tiara. The latter was visibly shaken, her fear evident in the way she clutched her knife and glanced around nervously.
Clementine sat nearby, her face a mask of quiet resolve despite the exhaustion. Lee approached her, sitting down beside her. “You did well back there,” he said softly. “I know it’s tough, but we have to stick together and stay focused.”
Clementine nodded, her expression determined. “I know. It’s just…everything’s so messed up. I’m tired of running.”
Lee placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’re all tired. But we have to keep going. We’ll find a way through this. We just need to stay smart and stick together.”
As the night wore on, Lee’s thoughts were heavy with the weight of their situation. The world they had known was gone, replaced by a harsh reality where every decision could mean the difference between life and death. The encounter with the intruders had been a stark reminder of just how dangerous their world had become.
He glanced over at Diamond Tiara, who was sitting alone, her gaze distant. He could see the fear and exhaustion etched on her face, a reflection of the struggles they had all been facing. Lee felt a pang of sympathy for her, understanding that she was grappling with the same fears and uncertainties that he was.
“Hey,” Lee said, his voice gentle as he approached her. “You doing okay?”
Diamond Tiara looked up, her eyes red and tired. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “This whole situation is just so overwhelming. I keep thinking that maybe if we just find a safe place, everything will be okay. But it feels like we’re always just running from one problem to the next.”
Lee nodded, his own feelings of frustration and helplessness mirroring hers. “I know how you feel. It’s hard to keep hope when it seems like everything is falling apart. But we have to keep pushing forward. There’s still a chance to find something better.”
Diamond Tiara took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. “I want to believe that. I really do. But it’s hard when every day feels like a struggle.”
Lee offered her a small, encouraging smile. “We’ll get through this. We’ve faced tough situations before, and we’ve come out stronger. We just need to stay focused and keep fighting.”
As the night dragged on, Lee took turns with Clementine keeping watch while the other rested. The forest around them was quiet, but the tension remained high. The fear of what lay ahead, coupled with the uncertainty of their situation, made sleep elusive.
In the quiet of the night, Lee’s mind wandered to the world that had once been. He remembered the days before the outbreak, the life he had taken for granted. It seemed like a distant dream now, a time that had vanished with the fall of civilization. The world they lived in now was harsh and unforgiving, a constant reminder of how quickly everything could change.
As dawn approached, the first light of morning began to filter through the trees. The forest was bathed in a muted, gray light, casting long shadows and highlighting the remnants of their overnight camp. Lee knew that they couldn’t stay in one place for too long. The intruders might have moved on, but the threat of walkers and other dangers was ever-present.
He gathered Clementine and Diamond Tiara, preparing them for the day ahead. The sun’s light was a welcome change from the oppressive darkness of the night, but it also meant that they had to be on the move again.
“Alright,” Lee said, his voice firm but encouraging. “We need to get moving. We’ll find a safer place, but we have to stay vigilant and keep an eye out for any more threats.”
Clementine and Diamond Tiara nodded, their faces reflecting a mix of weariness and determination. They packed their belongings quickly, their movements practiced despite their exhaustion. The forest, once a refuge, now seemed more like a maze, full of hidden dangers and uncertainties.
As they set out, Lee’s thoughts were a whirl of concerns and strategies. The encounter with the intruders had underscored the perilous nature of their journey. Survival was not just about avoiding walkers; it was also about navigating a world where trust was a rare commodity, and danger could come from any direction.
The forest was dense and winding, the path ahead obscured by the thick underbrush. Lee led the way, his senses alert for any signs of movement or danger. Clementine followed closely, her eyes scanning the surroundings, while Diamond Tiara walked a little behind, her anxiety palpable.
The journey through the forest was slow and cautious, each step taken with careful consideration. The light of day provided some comfort, but it also brought with it the harsh reality of their situation. The forest was alive with the sounds of wildlife, but the occasional distant groan of a walker served as a grim reminder of the ever-present threat.
As they made their way through the forest, Lee couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The night’s encounter had left him on edge, and he could sense that the same was true for Clementine and Diamond Tiara. The world they lived in was unpredictable, and each day brought new challenges and dangers.
They continued their journey, their eyes and ears alert for any signs of trouble. The forest seemed to stretch on endlessly, its dense foliage providing both cover and concealment. Lee’s thoughts were occupied with plans and strategies, his mind constantly calculating their next move.
As the day wore on, Lee began to think about their next steps. They needed to find a more permanent refuge, a place where they could rest and regroup without the constant threat of danger. The world was harsh and unforgiving, but he knew that finding a safe haven was crucial for their survival.
The journey through the forest was arduous, but the promise of safety kept them moving forward. Lee’s determination was unwavering, driven by the need to protect Clementine and Diamond Tiara and to find a way to navigate the dangerous world they now inhabited.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden light over the forest, Lee felt a glimmer of hope. They had survived another day, and while the future remained uncertain, the strength of their resolve and the bonds they shared provided a source of comfort.
The night would bring its own challenges, but for now, Lee took solace in the fact that they had made it through another day. The journey ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but as long as they stayed together and remained vigilant, there was a chance—however slim—that they could find a way to endure.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Lee guided Clementine and Diamond Tiara forward, their path illuminated by the fading light of the setting sun. The forest was still, the promise of a new day offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of their dark and perilous journey.
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Willow NightSong24
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563572
| 1 |
DJ P0N-3,Octavia,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death
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Requiem
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Octavia expected to never see her parents again. However, devastating news proves her wrong.
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incomplete
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<p>Octavia Melody grew up with a perfect life. A rich upbringing. Endless orchestral opportunities. Loving parents. But when her parents didn't approve of her relationship with Vinyl, her family casted her out of their life forever. </p><p>Ten years later, she lives happily in Ponyville with her marefriend, accepting that she'll never speak with her family again. </p><p>But a single letter changes all of that…</p>
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teen
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2024-08-19T05:21:54+00:00
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2024-08-19T05:21:53+00:00
| 375 |
"Father! Please understand! I love her!" A golden grey earth pony pleaded, tears filling her eyes.
A dark grey earth pony with a black mane looked down at the mare he once called family. "Yes, you may think you love her, but family comes first, Octavia. It is a lesson you must learn if you are to be a part of it. One your brother Bitter has learned. Do you think when your mother and I married, we were in love with each other? But we married anyway for the good of the family. As you will do!"
"But father, please! I don't love him. I love Vinyl! I want to be me and she understands who that is!" Octavia cried, on the edge of sobbing.
"You don't know love!" Her father yelled back, glaring at his daughter. "Because if you did, you wouldn't choose that lowlife, no-good unicorn over your family!"
Octavia's eyes widened as she looked at her father, her heart cracking, taking a step back. "I…I didn't realize I…I had to. To…to choose."
"Of course you do! Haven't you been listening to any part of this conversation? Or are you as stupid as she is?!"
"Vinyl isn't stupid! She's one of the smartest ponies I know!" Octavia defended. She wouldn't let anypony talk about the mare she loved like that, no matter who they were.
"Oh, give me a break, Octavia! If she really did have a brain in that damn head of hers, she'd realize you're way out of her league and would've left you the hell alone!" Tenor Sonata yelled.
"Please, Father! Don't make me choose. Because I'll choose her. I will always choose her! I love her" Octavia begged, her ears flattening.
"Then I want nothing to do with you. You're no longer my daughter and you're no longer a part of this family. I refuse to let you stain our family's name all because you think you love a pathetic drunk."
Octavia turned to her mother, a tan unicorn with a dark brown mane with yellow streaks. "Mother…please…don't let him do this."
Harmony Sonata turned her head away from her daughter, tears filling her own eyes. "I'm not your mother. So long as you consort with that…that whore."
Octavia took another step back, shaking her head. Tears filled her eyes as she felt her heart shatter. Before she could change her mind, she turned her back on her parents and bolted out of the mansion, tears streaming down her face. She ran to the one place she knew she'd still have sanctuary.
She burst into the apartment building in the slums of Canterlot and ran up the rusted staircase. She got to the apartment number she was looking for and urgently knocked, not stopping until the pony behind it answered.
"Alright alright, I'm comin'. Hold your damn horses. I'm sure whatever it is, it can wait five sec…" The white unicorn mare with an electric blue mane stopped when she saw Octavia on the other side, her face tearstained, her eyes red, looking just about ready to collapse. "Tavi? What are you doing here? What happened? Are you–"
Vinyl was cut off with the grey earth pony embraced her in a hug so tight, that it nearly choked the white unicorn. Hesitantly, Vinyl wrapped her own hooves around Octavia, rubbing her back and her mane.
"Tavi? What…what happened? Why…why are you crying?" Vinyl asked in a whisper.
"It's…it's a-a…a long story," Octavia managed to stammer out in between uncontrollable sobs that racked her whole body. "Is…is it o…okay if I…I s-stay here w-with you f-for a b-bit? P-please?"
Vinyl rubbed Octavia's back. "Of course, Tavi. I love you. Whatever you need, just say the word and I'll give it to you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You…you saved me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
"T-thank y-you V-Vinyl. I…I l-love you t-too…"
"Tavi?" A voice called, startling the gray earth pony.
Octavia Melody looked up at a white unicorn with an electric blue mane. Her sunglasses were off, meaning she was just being herself at the moment. Whenever she put her purple sunglasses on, mentally, she'd have the DJ PON-3 persona. It was how she kept her work life separate from her home one.
"You okay?" Vinyl Scratch asked, a concerned look on her face.
Octavia sighed, looking down at her half-eaten breakfast. "Umm…yes. I'm…I'm fine. Just uh…" Octavia swallowed, shaking her head. "Lost in thought…I-I guess."
She blinked back tears, hoping Vinyl wouldn't see them, as the dream she had last night played through her mind. She hated how thinking about them always brought tears to her eyes, even after all these years. But…she wouldn't let that day or her parents ruin the happy life she's built here in Ponyville, with the best marefriend she could ever ask for. And even though they weren't rich and struggled to pay the bills sometimes, she wouldn't trade it for the world. Not if it meant she'd lose Vinyl.
Octavia glanced up at Vinyl and, seeing the unicorn was unconvinced just by her expression, she cleared her throat and changed the subject. "So…got any performances today or…" Octavia trailed off, knowing that even if Vinyl wasn't performing, that wouldn't exactly mean she was free.
"Naw," Vinyl says, leaning back on her chair so that it sat on its back two legs, waving a dismissive hoof. "My next gig is tomorrow night. But I was hoping to play around a bit and juggle around a few beats. I'm workin' on something new, but it doesn't sound right. I don't know what it is. Maybe I should just change the length of the crossfade or maybe it's the hook that's not sittin' right, I don't know."
"Well, I don't know too much bout DJing, but I do know from my experience with the cello and the orchestra that changing the pitch and tempo can completely change a song," Octavia advised.
Vinyl groaned, dropping her head on the table, and moving her plate out of the way using her magic. "I've tried that but it still doesn't sound right. It's almost there, I can feel it, but it's missing…something. I don't know what it is, but I do know when I find it, this beat will be legendary."
"Well, perhaps you just need a new perspective. I'd be happy to listen to a sample if you'd like. Maybe I can shine some light on it for you."
"Thanks, Tavi. That'd be great. I'll give you the cassette tape for it. Oh yeah, and you have that gig at the concert hall tonight, huh? You said it's pretty major?"
"It's called a performance, Vinyl, not a gig. And yes, it's incredibly important. Scouts from the Canterlot Symphony will be attending, and rumor has it they'll be picking three musicians out of the whole Orchestra to audition for it!" Octavia rambled, her excitement growing, evident from her growing smile.
Vinyl listened intently. She hardly understood some of the things Octavia was talking about, but Vinyl hadn't seen Octavia this excited in months. And whatever made her marefriend happy, made Vinyl even happier.
"Oh, and guess what? Rumors say that they're looking for a cellist. I mean, I asked the conductor if he even thought I'd have a chance to be chosen, because, well I didn't want to get my hopes up if I didn't even have a chance, and guess what! He said it's a very real possibility! Can you believe it? Me, Octavia Melody, from small town Ponyville, part of the Canterlot Symphony! It'll change our lives Vinyl. It'll open doors we never thought possible! Who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to play solo! All my dreams are coming together, I just know it!"
Vinyl couldn't help but have a smile as big as Octavia's. It was rare for Octavia to be so excited about something. She was usually so level-headed and kept her emotions in check.
And while Vinyl didn't know much about orchestras or classical music, or sonatas, or stuff like that, it wasn't her kind of music, she wasn't a total idiot. She knew all about the Canterlot Symphony. Mostly from Octavia. It was her dream to be a part of it. To be noticed by all of Equestria. And she was on her way to becoming that.
"I'm so happy for you, Tavi. I know this is the opportunity you've been waiting for your whole life. And I know you'll get in. You're the best cello player I know."
"A cellist. Not a cello player. And I'm the only cellist you know." Octavia corrected, raising an eyebrow.
"Doesn't change the fact that you're the best. Or the sexiest."
Vinyl leaned in, giving Octavia a deep kiss from across the table. Their hearts raced as their bodies grew hot from the attraction they had for each other.
And then the doorbell rang. And then, before the doorbell even stopped ringing, there was an urgent knock, as though the doorbell wasn't enough to get their attention.
Vinyl groaned while Octavia softly smiled. "Why don't I get it while you clean up breakfast? Then you can finish up that new beat you're working on." Vinyl looked at Octavia's half-eaten breakfast, looking back up at Octavia with a concerned look. "Don't worry about me. I'm just…not very hungry."
Before Vinyl could say anything, Octavia quickly hurried to the door. She loved Vinyl dearly, but there were just some things in Octavia's past that she didn't want to tell Vinyl. Things Vinyl didn't need to know.
Octavia looked out the peephole of their small house, seeing a pony she didn't expect to see. It was a gray pegasus pony with yellow wall eyes, looking in different directions. She had a brown mailpony uniform.
"Derpy Hooves? Nice to see you. What…what are you doing here?" Octavia asked, pleasantly surprised. Derpy was always a good friend. After Pinkie Pie, she was the first one to introduce herself to Octavia and Vinyl.
She handed Octavia a letter, and once the letter was given, she said in that voice that always seemed like it was spaced out, "You have a letter."
"Huh," Octavia said, confused. "I wasn't expecting any mail today." She mumbled, putting the letter in her hoof so she could see the name of the sender on the back.
Derpy just shrugged. "You have a letter addressed to you. Oh, it is addressed to you, right? I don't usually make mistakes when it comes to giving the wrong mail to the wrong ponies, but…"
"No, it is," Octavia mumbled, squinting at the return address, the full weight of it not sinking in yet.
"Oh, good," Derpy said in a relieved voice. "So who's it from?"
"My…mother…" Octavia whispered, staring at the envelope as tears filled her eyes.
"Oh, well, that's nice of her. Well, I have to go! I have a lot more mail to deliver and I'm running a bit behind. Bye, Octy!"
"Bye…Derpy…" Octavia muttered, but the gray pegasus had already clumsily flown off.
Octavia sat in the doorway, holding the letter with both hooves, tears in her eyes, and the door still wide open. She swallowed nervously before turning the envelope back around and opening it.
She pulled the letter out and read over it silently, tears building in her eyes as her breath caught and her heart stopped. Octavia read the letter multiple times before it seemed to finally sink in.
No. That…that wasn't possible. Octavia scoffed mentally. Well, of course it was possible. It happened to everypony eventually. But…it always felt like those closest to her were immune to the fate that befell everypony who wasn't an alicorn. So, to get this news…
Octavia hadn't spoken or even seen him in over ten years. Not since…that day. It surprised her with how much it hurt still, despite already losing him. But reading this letter, it was like she was a sixteen-year-old mare all over again. It was as though nothing had changed. Her heart still shattered. Her face still paled. Grief still overtook her whole being.
"Hey, Tavi. Was that Derpy? How's she doing? Did she have something to deliver, or was she visiting on her break? I only ask because she still has my headphones I let her borrow and it's already been like, two months. Which is cool if she still needs them, I was just…" Vinyl stopped when she noticed her marefriend was just sitting in the doorway, the door wide open. She barely reacted when Vinyl walked in.
Vinyl walked closer until she was just behind Octavia. "Tavi? Tavi, is everything okay? Tavi?"
Octavia slowly turned her tear-streaked face towards Vinyl, her eyes red from the silent tears. "Vinyl…" She started, her voice hitching from a broken sob. "It's my father. He's…he's…" Octavia broke off into a sob, tears gushing from her eyes.
Vinyl gathered her up in her hooves, holding her as she sobbed into her chest. Vinyl had no clue what this was about, but she didn't need to. All she needed was to be there for Octavia, however she needed her to be. That was love. That was what she promised when they became a couple a decade ago.
So, without asking why, without any hesitation, Vinyl held Octavia close as she sobbed into Vinyl's chest, Vinyl's heart breaking right along with hers. She hated seeing her Tavi so hurt, so upset, and she just wanted to take away her pain. So while that was impossible, she took on as much of her marefriend's pain as she could, hoping to relieve the burden it created, a burden Octavia feared would crush her at any moment.
And that was how they stayed for a long while. The two of them curled on the floor in front of the open front door, Octavia in Vinyl's hooves, sobbing her heart out, Vinyl doing her best to comfort her grieving marefriend…
"Your…your father's dying?" Vinyl asked, her mouth open in shock. Octavia only nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.
After about ten minutes of sobbing, Octavia had told Vinyl they needed to talk. Octavia knew this was going to be a long talk, so she had taken Vinyl to their bedroom and they were both sitting on the small bed they shared.
"Your father's dying…" Vinyl repeated, her eyes still wide with shock.
"Yes, Vinyl. I got that the first three times I read the letter." Octavia mumbled sarcastically.
"Sorry, Tavi, it's just that…I thought your parents were already dead?" Vinyl said though she stated it as a question.
Octavia sighed. This was exactly why she didn't want Vinyl asking about her past. Why she avoided any questions about whether she was okay or not. She didn't want to bring up her dream, thus bringing up her parents, and…everything. It was something that'd only hurt Vinyl by bringing up and something that'd do neither of them any good.
"They might as well have been…" Octavia muttered. At Vinyl's confused look, she clarifies. "When I was sixteen, my parents and I had a…falling out. Let's just say…I was kicked out and we haven't spoken to each other since."
It took a moment, but Vinyl's eyes widened with realization. "That day…when…when you came to my apartment in tears…back in Canterlot…"
Octavia sighed before nodding. "Yeah. They had just kicked me out."
"But…why? What happened between you and your parents? Why would they…?"
Octavia swallowed, blinking back tears as she thought about that day. How much her parents broke her heart all because she loved somepony else and was willing to act on that love. Because she didn't want to be stuck in a loveless marriage that had been planned out for her for the 'good of the family'. She wanted more from life. And now that she finally got it, it was at the price of her father.
"I…I made my own choices. Choices my parents didn't…necessarily agree with. Choices they said would stain the family name. They said that as long as I continued making those choices…I'm no longer welcome in their lives."
"Whoa…so your family is like…nobility?" Vinyl asked, raising both of her eyebrows.
"Yep," Octavia responded with another heavy sigh. "The Sonata Family."
Vinyl's eyes widened as she gaped at Octavia. She's heard of the Sonata Family. Sure, she wasn't well-versed in classical music and the only famous ponies she ever really cared to follow up on were those who knew how to work a turntable, but even she'd heard of the Sonata Family. Every musician of any genre of music has heard of them. The only way somepony couldn't have heard of them and still play music is if they've been living under a damn rock. And even then…
"B-but your last name's Melody. Not…not Sonata!"
"Yes. My father made me change it. He said if I couldn't open my damn eyes and do what's right for the family name, I didn't deserve to have it."
Vinyl was silent for a moment before she finally asked, "So if you don't mind me asking, what was it about? The argument, I mean. What was it about?"
Octavia looked down at her hooves, taking a deep breath. She almost told Vinyl it wasn't important. That it didn't matter. But she knew Vinyl had a right to know. Besides, they were dating. If Octavia couldn't trust Vinyl with this, why the hell were they still together?
"Well…I umm…I found love. My parents didn't approve of her, and instead of putting my family first, that's where I put my heart. And since my parents didn't want me staining their name or embarrassing them with my relationship with her, they disowned me."
"Tavi…" Vinyl whispered, sympathy and heartbreak for Octavia's loss tearing her up inside. Vinyl leaned in and hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry…"
Tears filled Octavia's eyes, but she smiled through them, wondering how the hell she got so lucky. "Don't be, Vinyl. It turns out that she ended up being the love of my life, so…I don't regret it one bit."
Vinyl froze as realization hit her. She separated herself from Octavia. "It…it was me, wasn't it? I'm the reason your parents ditched you."
Octavia quickly shook her head. "No. No, you're not. It was their own blindness and stubbornness that caused them to push me away. Not you, Vinyl. You just made them show their true priorities, that's all. I don't blame you, nor will I ever. I love you, Vinyl, and nothing will change that."
Vinyl sighed, running a hoof through her mane. "Still, though, I'm sorry. I…I never meant to get in the way of you and your parents…"
"You didn't, Vinyl. They did. It was their decision to push me away, not yours." Octavia sighed, looking back down at the letter in her hooves. "That's…that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You see…my father actually wants to make amends. Well, according to my mother, at least. He…he has regrets and…he wants to see me…"
"Do you?" Vinyl asked softly.
Octavia closed her eyes. "I…I don't know. I just…I know I have to. If…if my father truly wants to make amends and regrets what he did, if there's even the slightest chance, I know I have to at least hear him out. I'd never forgive myself if I didn't. Even if he doesn't, I have to face him one last time before…before he's gone forever."
Vinyl was silent for another moment before she took a deep breath. "Alright. Fine. I'll come with you."
Octavia snapped her head up, looking at Vinyl with wide eyes, caught off guard. "What? No. Vinyl I…I can't let you do this…I–"
"Luckily, you didn't ask. I offered." Vinyl corrected with a loving smile. "What? You thought I'd let my bae go see her stiff parents after ten years of radio silence by herself. Never."
"B-but…Vinyl. You…you have a life here…your gig tomorrow night…you can't just uproot that all because–"
"A life that can be put on pause for a bit. As for my gig tomorrow, it's no biggie. It's just for one of Pinkie's parties. I can just record the set I planned on playing and give her the disc. I'm sure she can handle the rest. Besides, she'll understand."
"B-but my parents hate you…" Octavia argued, desperate for any reason why Vinyl shouldn't go. She loved Vinyl, and she loved the idea of Vinyl accompanying her, but…it was a lot to ask of her. Especially considering who her parents were.
Vinyl waved a dismissive hoof. "I'm a DJ. Dealing with haters is in the job description." Vinyl then grabbed both of Octavia's hooves, looking her directly in the eyes. "I love you, Tavi. All of you. And no matter what, whatever trials come our way, I'll be by your side through every single one. Even if those trials are hateful parents with multiple sticks up their asses." Octavia giggled at that last part. "Nothing will ever change that. You're stuck with me until you say otherwise. Promise."
Tears filled Octavia's eyes as she smiled up at Vinyl, her heart warming as she remembered why she even fell in love with Vinyl in the first place. This small gesture meant the world to her, and she wished Vinyl understood just how happy it made her.
So, she hugged Vinyl tightly. "Thank you, Vinyl. You have no idea just how much it means to me. You have no idea how much I need you there."
"I'll always be there for you, Tavi. No matter what."
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Willow NightSong24
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563572
| 2 |
DJ P0N-3,Octavia,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death
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Requiem
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Octavia expected to never see her parents again. However, devastating news proves her wrong.
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incomplete
| 46 | 3 |
<p>Octavia Melody grew up with a perfect life. A rich upbringing. Endless orchestral opportunities. Loving parents. But when her parents didn't approve of her relationship with Vinyl, her family casted her out of their life forever. </p><p>Ten years later, she lives happily in Ponyville with her marefriend, accepting that she'll never speak with her family again. </p><p>But a single letter changes all of that…</p>
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teen
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2024-08-21T21:08:39+00:00
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2024-08-22T04:36:52+00:00
| 134 |
"What is this place?!" Octavia yelled just to be heard over the loud, ears-splitting music that threatened to make her deaf.
The place was dark, except for the flashing, multi-colored lights. Bodies ground together on the dance floor as they danced to the beat of the music, ponies reaching for their drinks on the bars for a sip without missing a beat. Deep bass flooded her ears, her heart pounding to the beat. The smell of smoke assaulted her nostrils, making her cough and clear her throat.
"We're in a nightclub, silly! Haven't you ever been to one?!" An aquamarine unicorn replied, dragging Octavia by the hoof deeper into the building with flashing lights that threatened to make her go blind.
"No…these aren't the kinds of places my family frequents. Actually, we try to avoid these places as much as possible!"
Lyra Heartstrings dragged her to three different unicorns, all laughing with drinks in their hooves. One had a light yellow coat with cerulean hair. Another had a grayish-blue coat and a mane that was a couple of shades darker, and the final one had a tanish-white coat with a pink mane.
"Octy, these are my friends, Lemon Hearts, Minuette, and Twinkleshine. Girls, this is Octavia Sonata!" Lyra said, overenunciating her last name a little too much. "She's a cellist from the same orchestra I'm in. You know, the Philharmonic Symphony."
Octavia just rubbed the back of her head, chuckling nervously, her cheeks blushing. She really had to stop giving strangers her last name.
That was when Lyra seemed to notice something. "Where's Moondancer and Twilight?"
The one named Minuette waved a dismissive hoof. "Twilight said she had a final to study for and Moondancer said she had some studying to catch up on."
"You know, their typical responses." Twinkleshine finished.
Octavia was quickly getting overwhelmed by, well…everything. She could barely think straight with all this chaos. She was not used to this kind of setting. She attended dinner parties and galas, not…nightclubs.
"Umm…Lyra. I, um…I need to head to the umm…bathroom real quick." Octavia said, leaning into Lyra.
"Oh, okay. Don't take too long!"
Octavia hurried towards the bathroom, where she thankfully got a reprieve from the blaring music. She shut the door, the music outside echoing in the walls. She went to the sink, breathing heavily, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
She wasn't sure why she accepted Lyra's invitation to this nightclub. Her parents definitely wouldn't be happy if they knew she was here. She'd be grounded for, like, a month. She just needed a night of freedom from life as a stuffy elitist.
Suddenly, Octavia heard what sounded like a mare heaving in one of the stalls. Octavia hesitated before going to it and knocking on it softly. "Umm…excuse me…are you okay miss?"
"I'm fine!" A voice called out weakly. "Just…go away!"
Octavia hesitated when she heard the mare in the stall heave again, but respected her wishes and began to walk away. But she stopped when she heard the mare's voice.
"Actually, lady, you can help me! Mind getting me a cup of water?" The mare said right before she heard the toilet flush.
Octavia hurried out of the bathroom, and back into the chaotic club, only to return with a glass of water. When she did, she saw a white unicorn with an electric blue mane, sweaty and pale, leaning against the wall at the back of the bathroom.
Octavia quickly approached the mare with the glass of water and the mare picked it up with her magic, taking a long deep drink, and sighing when she was finished.
"What's wrong? I-if you don't mind me asking." Octavia asked, sitting in front of the mare.
"Nothing too serious, if that's what you're asking. Just a little too much to drink on an empty stomach. Rookie mistake. A stupid one. Something I knew, didn't care, and am currently regretting."
"R-right. I'm…I'm not all that well-versed in drinking. Well, unless you're asking about wine. That I'm pretty familiar with."
"Who are you? Some rich Canterlot pony from the high end of town?"
Octavia's eyes widened briefly before answering. "N-no. Just…just a regular earth pony who likes playing the cello. I'm Octavia, by the way. Octavia…" Octavia hesitated, racking her mind for an alias. She just wanted to be a normal pony, even if it were just for one night. "Melody. Octavia Melody."
"Fancy name. I'm Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch. Nice to meet you, Octavia…"
"Tavi, you sure I shouldn't just go as DJ PON-3? You know, break the ice by impressing them with my wicked turntable skills." Vinyl asked, pretending to turn a record with her hoof as the Ponyville Express approached the Canterlot station.
Octavia chuckled softly. "I'm quite sure. They hate your kind of music. You'd just be confirming what they already think of you."
"And what, pray tell, do they think of me, if you don't mind me asking?" Vinyl asked in the same accent Octavia used, though hers was a bit more dramatic with a little more flare.
Octavia chuckled a bit again. Vinyl did always know how to make her laugh. She sighed heavily, leaning against her seat, her head against the cushioned headrest, and turned to look at the mare next to her.
"That you're a lowlife drunk or con artist, they go back and forth, that scratches their hooves on chalkboards and dares to call it music."
"Yikes. That's…a bit harsh. Where the hell did they get that idea?"
"Vinyl. We met in the bathroom of a nightclub just after you threw up from drinking too much, I was disobeying my parents just by being there, and you just so happened to bring me to your apartment drunk. Where do you think they got that idea? Not to mention I was a tad bit underage when I got in, so technically, we were breaking the law."
"Hey, it's not my fault you couldn't hold your liquor. Plus I've been sober for nine years. Plus, I didn't know you were underage. Their opinion of me is a total misfire." Octavia raised an eyebrow. Vinyl was silent for a moment before she reluctantly amended, "Okay, so maybe it wasn't completely off. But I've changed a lot since we met. I matured."
"I know you have Vinyl. Just…try to act more…"
"Respectful?" Vinyl asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not a barbarian you know. I know how to act."
Octavia nodded, taking a shaking breath and looking out the window to the passing countryside.
Vinyl noticed this and put a hoof on Octavia's. "Hey, you okay, Tavi?"
Octavia blinked back tears, before looking up at Vinyl. "I'm fine. I'm just…nervous is all."
The truth was, she was absolutely terrified. She still wasn't sure why she decided to come back after all these years. Maybe it was out of spite. To prove that they were wrong about her and Vinyl and that she was capable of living a happy life without their money, fancy name, or arranged marriages. That none of it mattered.
Or maybe it was because, despite everything that happened, she still missed her family. That even though she wouldn't trade her life with Vinyl, she still felt alone in the world. Because even though they made a horrible mistake sending her away, she knew that deep inside, they still loved her. Because, once upon a time, they were good parents. They kissed her goodnight and read her bedtime stories to help her go to sleep. They helped her discover her love of the cello. They supported her dreams to become the best cellist in Equestria.
Her mother taught her how to put on makeup and taught her what it means to have a good coltfriend who would treat her right. Lessons she applied to Vinyl when Vinyl asked her out. Her father brought her to parks and pushed her on the swings. Despite the suffocation of the family name, she had a good fillyhood. They were amazing parents. But they were only ponies, just like her. Should they really be judged and condemned for one mistake? Especially if they've shown regret? Should she really hold one mistake against them when she's made plenty of her own?
But then again, this wasn't just an everyday mistake. This was huge. For ten years, they casted out their own child. They made her choose between them and her own happiness. They put their family name over their own daughter. Did they really deserve the chance to make things right?
Octavia didn't know what to do.
"It's okay to be, Tavi," Vinyl said, ripping Octavia from her thoughts. "Considering how things ended, I'd be nervous too. But don't worry. I'll win your parents over with my sick beats."
Octavia chuckled, but it was shaky and wobbly. The train pulled into the train station, screeching to a stop. Slowly, Octavia and Vinyl stood up from their seats, grabbed their saddlebags, and exited the train, Octavia's heart racing until it threatened to burst out of her chest.
They walked through the station, Octavia staying close to Vinyl's side, her body drenched in a nervous cold sweat. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. After all these years, she couldn't believe she was actually going to see them.
They exited the station only to see a giant gold carriage, with six stallions dressed in tuxes pulling it, a footcolt at the door, and a driver at the reins. The Sonata crest was engraved on the side of the carriage, a swan with two single eighth notes coming out of its beak as though it was singing.
"Wow, talk about flashy," Vinyl muttered. "You're parents are not ones for subtlety, are they?"
"No, they are not," Octavia responded before walking up to the carriage.
The footcolt gave a small bow, saying, "Lady Sonata", before opening the door of the carriage with his magic.
"I‐I prefer Melody, good sir," Octavia corrected, stepping into the carriage.
"O-of course, Lady Melody. My mistake." Vinyl approached the carriage, only for the footcolt to look at her as though she were crazy. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but whatever you're selling, we're not interested."
Vinyl opened her mouth to retort, clearly looking offended, but Octavia had already stuck her head out and was already answering before Vinyl could say a word. "It's okay sir. She's with me."
The footcolt hesitated briefly before nodding. "Very well, Lady Melody."
He stepped aside and allowed Vinyl to enter, Vinyl mumbling "rude" as she did. The footcolt closed the door and stood on the little platform at the back of the carriage, holding onto the bar that was there with his magic. The carriage took off, leaving the station behind.
"Sorry, Vinyl. The ponies around these parts can be a bit…stuffy." Octavia apologized.
"Stuffy's one word for it." Vinyl muttered grumpily.
"Hey, you're the one who insisted on coming. You didn't have to. And I warned you this wouldn't be easy."
Vinyl sighed, putting a hoof around Octavia. "I know, Tavi. I'm sorry. You're right. I'll try and have a better attitude."
Octavia smiled and kissed Vinyl as the carriage rode off to the Sonata Manor.
"Dude, this is your house!" Vinyl asked as she gaped up at the mansion with open-mouthed shock.
The mansion was huge, approximately the size of, like, fifty of their houses back in Ponyville. Actually, probably more like one hundred. Vinyl was surprised there weren't torrents sticking up out of it.
"It was my house," Octavia stated flatly, looking up at it with flat eyes. "My home is now back in Ponyville."
"More like a castle," Vinyl muttered as she stared out the window of the carriage.
The carriage approached the door to the manor following a stone road through an expertly manicured front lawn that's almost as big as the mansion itself. The carriage pulled to a stop and Vinyl was about to open the door to step out when Octavia shook her head, giving her a look that told Vinyl she should probably sit back down.
Vinyl did so, and only a few moments later, the door opened revealing the footcolt. He helped both of them step out onto the stone porch that was bigger than a pool and closed the door behind them. He jumped onto the back of the carriage, as though he was just along for the ride before the carriage pulled away.
The two mares turned to see a silver unicorn stallion with a sky-blue mane. He was old, probably in his mid to late fifties though he looked pretty spry despite his age. He stood next to the massive front door, dressed in a tux, watching them carefully with a small smile.
When Octavia caught sight of him, her face instantly brightened. "Mr. Platter!" She exclaimed, running up to hug the stallion, grinning ear to ear.
She couldn't be happier to see that he still worked here. Silver Platter was their butler since before Octavia was born, and when her parents were busy with writing music or attending parties she was unable to attend, it was Mr. Platter who watched over her. He had a hoof in raising her as much as her parents did.
It was Mr. Platter who was the first to find out about her and Vinyl's relationship when she first started seeing Vinyl in secret. He had supported their relationship and even encouraged her to follow her heart. When her parents casted her out, it was Mr. Platter that gave her enough money to make a fresh start when she and Vinyl wanted to move to Ponyville, without her parents' knowledge. She was so happy to see him here.
"Madame Melody. It's wonderful to see you again." Silver Platter said, his voice in the same accent as Octavia's, but his was slower and more articulate. "And, as I've said time and time again, you may just call me Silver, if you wish. We're definitely past formalities."
"Mr. Platter, if that were true, you'd be calling me Octavia," Octavia responded with a small smile. "Oh, it's so wonderful seeing you again. You have no idea how much I've missed you! How have you been?"
"Oh, not much has changed since you left, m'lady. I trust you've been happy in Ponyville? When I received your letter telling me you found a nice place to live there, I was immensely relieved. I worried you…well, let's just say, it's good to see you so happy." Silver Platter turned to look at the white unicorn standing awkwardly behind Octavia. "And who is this, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Platter, this is my marefriend…" Octavia started before Vinyl interrupted, stepping up to hold out her hoof to the silver unicorn.
"Vinyl Scratch. Pleasure to meet you, sir."
Silver Platter shook Vinyl's hoof. "Ah, so you're the mare I've heard so much about. Pleasure to finally meet you in pony. I'm Silver Platter, the butler of this estate."
Vinyl chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her head. "I'd like to say the same, but, to be honest, I haven't heard all that much about you."
"Well, to be fair, seeing you here, most of what I've heard isn't true, I can tell you that much. So, I suppose I don't know all that much about you. I hope you've been taking good care of Lady Melody."
Vinyl smiled, glancing at Octavia. With the way Octavia dragged on about her parents, this wasn't quite what she was expecting. "Umm…yes, well…we kinda take care of each other. Though, she's looking after me most of the time."
"Mr. Platter here has been our butler for…well as long as I can remember. He helped raise me. He's like my grandfather and practically part of the family. Well, to me he is."
"That is very kind of you, m'lady. Your mother informed me to lead you to your room, and allow you to get ready for the gala."
Octavia froze while Vinyl looked confused. "Gala? You mean the Grand Galloping Gala?"
"No, Miss Scratch. A gala is simply a fancy party to mark an occasion. In this case, the gala is to honor your father. Even Princess Celestia and Princess Luna are said to attend."
"Yo, the Royal Sisters are attending?! Just how important is this gala?" Vinyl asked, looking between Octavia and Silver Platter.
"It's not how important the gala is. It's how important my father is." Octavia mumbled, twisting her lips.
"Lady Melody is right. They are coming to acknowledge Mr. Sonata's attributions to music. It changed the direction of music as we know it. Just like every Sonata generation."
This was one of the reasons Octavia gave Vinyl a false name when they first met. Another reason that made it easier to choose her heart rather than her family when she was forced to. The pressure that came with having the Sonata name was enough to crush anypony, and it almost crushed her. It was the same reason she went to that nightclub that night so long ago. She wanted to be free of that, even if it was just for one night. She wanted to be free of the high expectations of being a music prodigy, just like every Sonata generation before her. She wanted to be free of the fear that she'd never live up to those expectations. That she'd never be good enough.
But coming back here had brought back all those emotions. Seeing this manor, being on this estate, going to this gala that'd be full of ponies asking her about her musical accomplishments when she had none was too much of a weight to have on her shoulders. And she doubted playing in the symphony of small town Ponyville counted as an accomplishment. And she missed her chance to be seen by the scouts from the Canterlot Symphony when she dropped everything to see her parents. And she doubted playing at the Grand Galloping Gala counted either. As a Sonata, she should've been attending it, not playing at it like some commoner.
She might as well face the music. Since leaving behind the Sonata name, she's been nothing but a failure.
Vinyl looked at Octavia, seeing her distasteful look. A look that bordered on fear. Or perhaps it was the distaste that masked the fear. "Hey, Tavi. You alright?"
Octavia looked up at Vinyl as though startled before clearing her throat. "Huh? Yes, I'm fine. It's just…it's weird being back here after all these years." Octavia chuckled bitterly. "Mr. Platter was right. Nothing's changed. It's just as soul-crushing as I remember."
Octavia laughed loudly as she tripped over her own hooves up the stairs. She fell into Vinyl, nearly making her fall from the weight of the golden grey earth pony.
"Tavi! Quiet! You're gonna wake up the whole building and my landlord's gonna kill me for it!" Vinyl hissed in a whisper.
She still wasn't sure why she brought this rando mare to her apartment. It wasn't like she owed her anything. But…well…the mare was drunk off her ass and it didn't feel right to let her fend for herself. The mare's friends came over a couple of hours earlier to say they were leaving, four different colored unicorns, but Octavia was a little tipsy by that point and opted to stay.
So…Vinyl offered to watch her and make sure nothing happened to her before she got home. So now Vinyl was stuck with her. Vinyl tried asking where she lived so she could drop her off, but the mare refused, saying she was taught to never give her address to strangers, which technically, Vinyl was. Though, she clearly had no qualms about going to a stranger's house drunk, since going to her apartment was Octavia's idea.
"Yesss Veenil! Ssshhh! You need…to be…quiiiieeet," Octavia said loudly, the only word she actually whispered being the last one.
Vinyl rolled her eyes. She almost felt bad for this mare. She was gonna have a nasty hangover.
"Whatever you say, Tavi." She muttered.
"Ma name'sh not T-Tavi. Itsh Oct-Ta-Vi-A," Octavia corrected, overenunciating her name, as though to make it clear how to say her name.
"Yes, ma'am," Vinyl muttered sarcastically. She definitely like the sober Octavia a lot better than the drunk one. In Vinyl's mind, there were three types of drunks, at least in her experience: the angry drunks, the fun ones, and the annoying ones. Octavia fell into the last category.
Octavia gasped in concern. "Oh…no…is…is shomepony all gwumpy?" Octavia leaned into Vinyl as she helped her down the hall to her apartment. "I hep you feel…bet…ter."
Octavia leaned in to kiss Vinyl on the cheek, but Vinyl quickly pushed Octavia away, ducking to avoid her kiss, causing Octavia to stumble over her own hooves and fall against the wall of somepony else's apartment. "Whoa there, lady. You're drunk and…not to be rude or anything but…you are so not my type."
"B-but…why not?" Octavia slurred in a pout, looking more like a three-year-old who didn't get the cookie they wanted than a grown mare.
Vinyl raised an eyebrow, not sure how to react to…whatever this was. "Well, for one, I prefer somepony who can hold their liquor."
"I…I can control me…licking…whoa…why's…why's the werld shpinning?" Octavia asked, suddenly seeming very unstable on her hooves. Well, more so than before.
"Yeah, no, you can't and…you know what? I'm not having this conversation right now?"
"Why…not?!" Octavia whined loudly, stumbling on her hooves, but Vinyl caught her in time. "I wanna know why you don't wanna date me…becuse you…you hot. Hey, why do you wear thoshe sunglashesh?"
"Because you're drunk, Tavi. And…Whoa, you doin' alright there?" Vinyl asked as Octavia dropped her head on top of Vinyl's.
"M'tired…your head feelsh like a…whatsh that thing called again…itsh white and…floofy…an…" Octavia's voice trailed off as she closed her eyes.
"No, Tavi. Tavi. Wake up. Tavi! You are not passing out on me dammit!" Vinyl panicked as she suddenly felt the entire weight of Octavia on top of her, nearly making her fall to the floor.
Vinyl lit her horn, using her magic to help hold the now snoring Octavia. She hated using her magic after drinking since it was always a little unstable, but she supposed she had no choice.
Suddenly, a door behind them opened, making Vinyl jump and turn around, seeing a tan stallion who had a grey mane and beard. "What the hell's goin' on out here?" He asked in a Manehattan accent.
Vinyl clenched her jaw. "Umm…sorry, sir…it's just that…umm…well…my umm…" Vinyl racked her head with an excuse, saying the first thing that came to her mind. "Marefriend here got a bit too much to…uhh…drink and now I'm trying to get her back to…our apartment but she uh…passed out halfway there…"
The stallion narrowed his eyes at her, silent for a moment before muttering. "Damn kids these days. They don't have any responsibility when it comes to these kinds of things." He shook his head and said louder, "Here, why don't I help ya out a bit? You look like you need it."
"Thanks," Vinyl said gratefully, quickly accepting the stallion's help, while in her mind she thought about how much she couldn't wait to be rid of this damn mare.
"My apologies, m'lady, but I'm afraid I don't have a room prepared for Miss Scratch." Silver Platter said as he led Vinyl and Octavia up the stairs of the mansion and down the hall, up another flight of stairs, and down more hallways, each one more decorative and elaborate than the last. "Her coming here was an…unexpected surprise. While a welcome one for me, if I'm being honest, I'm not quite sure how you're parents will react after, well…" Silver Platter stopped and glanced at Vinyl before continuing. "Everything."
Vinyl waved a dismissive hoof. "Oh, it's fine, Mr. P. I already know everything. And besides, Tavi and I can share a room. I mean, we already have for the past decade." She leaned into Octavia, brushing her lips against her cheek, making Octavia chuckle.
Silver Platter cleared his throat, and the two quickly jumped apart. "While I have no qualms about such an arrangement since you two are grown mares…you're parents may have…mixed feelings about it…to say the least." He turned to Octavia, making it clear he was solely speaking to her. "M'lady, I urge you to consider this when making your decision. If you want your visit to go as…" He glanced at Vinyl. "Smoothly as possible."
Octavia bit her lip, before sighing heavily. "Yes. I suppose you're right." She turned to Vinyl, who looked a little surprised and even a bit hurt. "Vinyl, your presence here already complicates, well…everything. I think it's best if we don't share a room…for now, at least. Just until my parents get used to the idea of us being together."
Vinyl rolled her eyes, knowing Octavia was right. "Fine. Lead on to the guest room Mr. P."
Mr. Platter gave a small smile. "What would you prefer, Miss Scratch? The front yard view, the backyard view, the lake view, or the ski resort?"
Vinyl turned to Octavia with wide eyes. "Holy shit, Tavi! Your family owns a lake and a ski resort?!"
Octavia chuckled, the first one that was genuinely happy, with no deeper negative emotion tied to it. "That's Mr. Platter's idea of a joke. My family doesn't own a lake. Though, my family does own a ski resort up in the mountains, but not only is it closed for the season, it's also a couple hours' ride from here."
Vinyl scoffed, blushing, and waving a dismissive hoof. "I knew that. I…I was just playing along. Whatever. I'd like the closest guest room to Tavi's."
"Perfect. I shall lead you there. Once you are settled, you two can get ready for the gala." Mr. Platter looked to Octavia. "I'm assuming Miss Scratch will be your plus one."
"You assumed correctly, Mr. Platter. And, mind doing one thing for me. Don't tell my parents or anypony that Vinyl has come yet. I want her to make her great debut during the gala."
Mr. Platter smiled deviously. "It would be my pleasure, m'lady."
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Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Shining Armor,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Rise of the Night
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What if Nightmare Moon escaped early? What if she had help? And how will an underprepared Celestia do? And what did Twilight have to do with any of this?
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<p>What if, on the fateful day if the sonic rainboom, the day that the mane 6 got their cutie marks, Nightmare Moon escapes?</p><br/><p>What if the nightmare had help? What if some ponies learnt of Nightmare Moon and worshipped her and yearned for her presence?</p><br/><br/><br/><p>This fic is an early birthday gift from myself to myself. I was supposed to post a chapter for another fic but this idea clung to me. So far it is meant to be a one-shot but if it gains some attention (or if I feel like it) I'll make it into a series of it's own. Hope you enjoy!</p><br/><p>Tags are subject to change in case it becomes a series.</p>
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Light began to seep through the windows into the room, signalling the beginning of the day with the rise of the sun. This is when most farm ponies wake up to begin their work, when shifts of weather patrol pegasi end and change, when late workers go to sleep, and for a certain pony? It was just a reminder of how close her exam was.
The young filly known as Twilight Sparkle had not met the face of slumber last night. Despite the insistence of her parents (and her having to pretend to be asleep), she could not get herself to rest. How could she? Her entrance exam was in 4 and a half hours!
She had to be ready for this; she had to re-read all the books her mother brought her, go through all the magic practices she knew, and have a couple of cookies while she could! What? Cookies calmed the young filly.
Twilight kept pacing around in her room. She tried her best to do what she intended, but her nerves were just making everything impossible, and it was infuriating to the nth degree.
“Why am I not surprised?” Said an amused voice across the room. Twilight leapt out of shock and would have hit the roof if it wasn't for a gentle magenta glow lighter than her own that surrounded her in the form of a sphere. She turned her head to look at the cause of her shock and saviour from a serious headache with a sheepish smile. The kind of smile a foal makes when caught doing something they shouldn't, like stealing cookies from the cookie jar….okay maybe she had a problem with cookies.
Her dear B.B.B.F.F (Big Brother Best Friend Forever), Shining Armor, stood near her door with a smile on his dorky face. His golden guard uniform gave an extra glow when the rays of the sun hit it (much to her eye's dismay). She forgot her brother woke up early for duty…Crapbaskets she's forgetting things now?
“Uh, Good morning Shiny?” She said weakly, preparing for the scolding to come.
“Good morning, Twili,” Shining said as he trotted forward. He put her down when he was right in front of her and before she could say something, she felt a brush work its way through her mane.
She blinked once or twice before she looked up at her brother with a confused look in her eyes; why was he brushing her mane? And why was he not scolding her?
As if on cue, he answered the unasked question. “Hey, Twilight, it's okay. I'm not going to scold you or anything. I get it. And I expected you to be awake.”
Her withers relaxed, and she leaned slightly into the brush now. “You do? And you did?”
He let out an amused snort as he nodded. “Of course, Faust knows that I couldn't sleep at all on my first day of training. I'm not surprised that you couldn't sleep with an exam on the horizon.”
“But this is different Shiny! You couldn't immediately fail on your first day, and you already had a cutie mark about protection! I only get one chance with this test, and I have to be ready, yet here I am, forgetting things and not being able to revise any of the material or practice! What if I fail? What if my talent isn't related to magic?”
Shining Armor simply let out an amused snort before he took a knee. Now with him closer to the level of the filly, he gave her a comforting nuzzle before he spoke.
“Listen Twili, it's going to be okay. You're going to pass, and if you don't, there's always another chance.”
“But what if I'm not meant to do magic?”
“Twili, what do you love to do whenever you have free time? Other than spending time with me.”
“Well…I like to study and read books.”
“And what is your favourite subject to study?”
“Well…if we go into specifics it will be mana flow magic theory.”
He smiled and leaned so his face was right in front of Twilight's. “And would you say that pursuing such studies is something that you're passionate about?”
“I guess? But what has that to do with anything?”
He chuckled and shook his head slightly as if she was missing a vital point. Twilight was sure she wasn't, so what was funny?
“Hey! This isn't funny Shiny!”
“No, no it's not. I'm sorry Twili, it just reminded me of something. Twilight, your talent would be something you get by pursuing your passion. We may not know when or how you'll find it and get your cutie mark but it's something you'll get while doing what you love. And since you love magic and it's your passion, can you tell me what's more likely than not?”
She paused at that. Since when did her dorky brother become wise? This was the same colt who struggled with basic algebra. Nonetheless, she did take a moment to think about it and then she answered. “It's more likely that it would be related to magic than not…but what if it isn't?”
“Who cares? It would still be about something you love and are passionate about, plus it doesn't define you.”
She took a moment and stared at her brother before she smiled and hugged him. It wasn't very comfortable, thanks to his uniform, but the gesture still meant a lot.
Eventually, she broke the hug and couldn't help but ask a question that still lingered in her mind. “Why did you brush my mane?”
He simply smiled as he answered, “Your mane gets frazzled when you're obsessing over something, Twili.”
“Does not!” She protested. That can't be true now, can it?
“Does do!” He said as he ruffled her mane with a big smile, undoing any work that he might have done to it. His smile proved to be infectious. Twilight felt her cheeks lift and her worries ease. They weren't gone, it was just a tad bit easier to deal with them
“Now I'll have to go or I'll be late. I'll see you after the exam okay?”
“You won't be coming?” Twilight felt her smile falter. She understood why; her brother is a part of the royal guard. She was still disappointed that her B.B.B.F.F wouldn't be there for her in case things went right or wrong.
“I'll try Twili. I'm not sure if the captain will allow me, but I'll try. And If I can't? Then I'll take you out for a treat later on, no matter the results. Okay?”
The young filly nodded and gave her brother another hug, “Thank you Shiny. I needed that.”
She relaxed as she felt him hug her back. “Least I could do for the best sister ever. Now go get some sleep. You don't want to be exhausted when the exam comes, do you? And don't forget to brush your mane!”
She giggled before she nodded and headed to bed. She waved goodbye to her brother as he left the room, he waved back as he closed the door with his magic.
Twilight took a deep breath and wrapped herself in the covers before she closed her eyes and welcomed slumber with open arms. Soon it all faded to black despite the abundance of light.
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It was time. She was now at the academy, and her test was just about to begin. She looked at both of her parents who simply gave her nervous smiles of their own, doing little to assure her. She wished Shining Armor was here.
Soon, the sound of doors opening caught her attention as 4 ponies walked into the classroom; they all took a seat in the highest (and last) row. As the yellow mare clicked her pen, the door opened and a cart with a big egg was placed in the room.
“Well then Miss Sparkle, show us what you got,” said the same yellow mare while the others already began to write notes down.
Twilight gulped and turned towards the egg. She assumed that the task was to make it hatch. It would have been a relatively easy task but the size of this egg managed to intimidate the filly. It was the same size as her, if not a bit bigger!
“Miss Sparkle, we are waiting for you,” Spoke the same mare once again. She started getting on Twilight's nerves. Nonetheless, she took a deep breath, remembered her brother's words and focused on the eggs. No matter what, he'll still be there for her once this is over.
She focused her magic on the egg, letting the invisible flow of magic make its course and wrap around the egg. She willed it to form and seep into the egg yet…it disobeyed. The magic slipped from the egg and dissipated much to the befuddlement of the young filly. What just happened?
A couple of coughs came from the back, adding to the stress that she was feeling. In panic and fear, Twilight tried again, with much less focus and more emphasis on power. She knew that raw power was seldom the answer but she was desperate now. She had to give her all in this, for herself and her family and the effort they put through to get her to this point…yet the result was the same.
Twilight felt herself get crushed by the weight of failure. Her hunches fell and she felt tears forming in her eyes. She did her best to keep her voice from, breaking as she spoke, “I'm sorry for wasting your ti-”
Before Twilight could finish her sentence, a loud boom was heard from the sky, shocking everyone and startling the filly… then she felt the power surge from her, shooting towards the egg and hatching it. Though Twilight didn't know that.
The magic surge expanded her senses. She heard the world and saw it in a way she never knew before. Unconnected to her body untethered from the world. Twilight flew into a void of space, ever-changing and uncaring. Somehow, neither hot nor cold, neither loud nor quiet. It was chaos, yet it was balanced, an illogical harmony between the two. Twilight didn't get to dwell on it nor view her surroundings, though. The peace of the moment was interrupted by a laugh …or to be more accurate, Twilight's attention turned towards a laugh that already began.
It was a voice she never heard before. It was feminine, soft and melodic yet it was also booming and energetic. It was powerful. It was so powerful that Twilight felt herself freeze in fear. Whatever or wherever she was, it was not meant to be here. She was not supposed to be here. Whatever semblance of control of herself was gone and she felt her magic go haywire.
She tried to gain a grasp of herself or view her surroundings but it went nowhere. She tried and tried and then she failed and failed, each attempt filled with more panic and urgency than the last…then without warning the laughter stopped
“Oh? A sonic rainboom and a magic surge at once? Fate smiles upon us once again!” said the voice once again. This time Twilight felt the presence of the speaker, and they were close. Way closer than Twilight would have liked.
“Thank Fate not friend. Much work is left to be done. A chance presented itself and we must seize it. Let us begin," said a booming masculine voice. A voice that made Twilight feel like every bit of the filly that she was. It was deep and grandiose, and despite the mirth that it had for the other speaker, it still made Twilight feel like prey. She felt every muscle in her body contort and spasm in a desperate attempt to get away, to flee and seek the embrace of her family or anyone. Yet, she did not move an inch.
“Indeed,” said the feminine one. “And it's all thanks to you little Filly.”
Twilight thoughts were the ones to freeze this time, she was as still as a rock mentally and physically. “I promise you this little one, you will not have a frightful dream ever again. I'll reward you further should I find you upon my return.” it was behind her. The owner of the voice was standing right behind her. Wherever that was. She just knew it. She tried to turn, to thrash to scream but to no avail. She felt it draw closer and closer…and soon she felt its touch upon her withers.
Her vision returned, she saw the normal world again, and she had control of her body once again. She wanted to cry, she wanted to run to her mother and hide and cry. Faust knows she would've if it wasn't for the face that she saw in the normal world. It was a face that everypony knew. It was Princess Celestia, the ruler of Equestria and the princess of the sun.
Twilight's mouth went agape at the sight. She did not know what to say, what to think or what to do. So she simply gaped. Why was the princess here? Did she hear the voice too?
It was then that Twilight’s attention went to her surroundings. The egg was gone, the classroom was a mess, everypony except the princess looked like they were recovering from a stampede and there was a hole in the roof…
Twilight felt the shame rise within her. She lost control, she didn't know where all the magic came from but she lost control and she destroyed the building to some level. She had to apologize and worry about the voice later.
“P-Princess I'm So So-” Before Twilight could get her apology out, she was interrupted by the great monarch.
“Twilight Sparkle, You have a very special gift. I don't think I ever came across a unicorn with your raw abilities before. But you need to learn to tame them through focus and study.”
The princess knew her name? How did she know it? Heck let's ignore that, THE PRINCESS KNEW HER NAME. Twilight was about to make a response but felt her body go stiff. The presence that she felt before, no, both of them. She felt both of them in the sky. Whatever attention she had paid to the princess was gone and dread started to fill the filly’s heart.
The princess’s words fell on deaf ears as Twilight looked through the hole in the roof, where she felt it all. She was not the only one to look there.
Audible gasps filled the room as a sight never seen before came to be. The Moon was in the sky and began to cover the sun, its smaller size prevented it from covering its entirety but it gave it an intimidating Sun’s corona giving it an intimidating presence.
The colour of the Moon was swapped, where there was once silver and grey was now a threatening black, and the mare on the moon gained a glowing silver sheen, somehow visible through the darkness. It was a scary display. What was going on?
Twilight quickly looked at the princess for answers but found the princess frozen as well, her eyes as small as a pin and her breath accelerating.
Before anypony could speak, another impossibility occurred. 3 pairs of enormous wings made of stars and what seemed to be the night itself emerged from behind the Sun’s corona, spreading and reaching out to cover most of the sky. The upper and lower pairs spread to a certain area before stopping as if they grasped something, and then, they pulled what happened to be 4 stars towards the moon.
“No- this can't be!” Is all Twilight or anyone in the class heard before a Bright flash blinded everyone. Twilight was sure she heard crying afterwards but she didn't know who it belonged to.
With the light gone, so was the mare on the moon. Its image gone within the blink of an eye.
No one spoke or moved. All shocked and in various levels of fear and wonder. The teachers at the back decided to escape, or so Twilight assumed thanks to the sound of the doors opening and closing quickly. It wasn't worth the attention, however. The mighty roar that shook everyone to their core was. It was only then that Twilight noticed a dragon hatchling clinging to her leg while crying in fear.
They never got the chance to see the source of the roar nor where the mare on the moon went. The princess quickly called out to them and ordered them to huddle around her. Twilight didn't need to move as she was already close to the princess. Soon, a golden light filled her vision and within a moment, Twilight, her parents, the hatchling, and the princess were in an unfamiliar environment.
It was a cottage of sorts, it was in the middle of a town which was odd but acceptable….wait town??!
Twilight quickly looked at the princess and spoke “Princess, my brother isn't here!” She didn't know where here was, but she knew it wasn't Canterlot. And it didn't take a genius to know that Canterlot was not a safe place to be if they escaped from it.
“I'm sorry my little pony, but I can't return there, it's too risky. Hide here until I return. Please, it's for your own safety.” The Princess left no room for questions as she disappeared in another Golden glow.
Twilight turned to her parents with a worried look before she huddled with them and embraced them. She was afraid, she wanted her brother, and she didn't know what to do. All she could do was pray for her brother's safety.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
Hours passed and day turned into night with no news of Canterlot nor the Princess. Her parents did their best to soothe her and the dragon hatchling that clung to her but it was a fruitless endeavor. Even the fact that she got her cutie mark did little to cheer the filly up, and only made her wish that her brother was here even more.
However, the wait did not last for much longer. Soon a gathering was held in the town’s center. Seeing no harm in joining, they all went to check it out.
There in the middle of the gathering, stood two ponies. One of them was a unicorn, and the other was a pegasus. Both wore dark blue cloaks with the insignia of the moon etched into its side. The two ponies looked proud and gleeful as they addressed the crowd.
The first pony, a stallion with a lime green coat and a yellow mane, took a deep breath, a wide grin spread across his face as he addressed the crowd with glee, “Citizens of Ponyville, rejoice! A new era has dawned upon Equestria. The reign of Princess Celestia has come to an end!”
The other pony, a pegasus with a light blue coat and shimmering wings, stepped forward with a triumphant air, her voice strong and brimming with pride. “Queen Nightmare Moon has ascended, and she has rightfully claimed the throne! Equestria is now under her magnificent rule!”
The crowd gasped, and mummers soon spread among them, many with voices shaking with fear. Twilight may have been silent, but she was shaking as well. The two ponies exchanged gleeful glances, they seemed to revel in the uncertainty and fear spread among the crowd
The green-coated stallion beamed, “This is a momentous occasion, a time of celebration! We stand on the brink of a new era where the night is given its dues! Where true balance and harmony are to be met!”
The pegasus spread her wings wide, her voice filled with pride. “Embrace the night, for under our Queen’s rule, we shall witness the wonders of our dreams!”
The crowd began to stir, fear making its presence known now that the initial shock was gone. The two ponies stood tall, with grins on their faces.
Twilight's own heart sank. She didn't find herself caring about who ruled Equestria or what the future held. She simply wanted her brother. If Equestria was under this Queen’s rule now then that meant that Princess Celestia was defeated…why? Why was any of this happening? Why couldn't Shiny be with them? She wanted her brother!
As Twilight began to tear up, fear and worry overtaking her heart along with exhaustion, the the loud chant coming from the two ponies who spoke before was the last thing she heard before she decended into blissful sleep
“All Hail the Queen! All Hail the Queen! All Hail the Queen!”
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IGIBAB
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563576
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Apple Bloom,Scootaloo,Silver Spoon,Sweetie Belle,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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What are you, Wikipedia?
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Apple Bloom and Scootaloo invite Silver Spoon to play the Sweetipedia game.
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<p>Every robot is a walking encyclopedia, everypony knows that.<br/>And with an encyclopedia, you can play a game.<br/>No matter what the encyclopedia thinks.</p><hr/><p>Yes, another Sweetie Bot story. I like her.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-20T20:51:24+00:00
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2024-08-21T12:12:05+00:00
| 585 |
At Ponyville's school, during the morning break, Silver Spoon had spotted the Cutie Mark Crusaders gathered in a corner of the playground. She hadn't talked to them in a while, so she was on her way, when she heard Scootaloo ask Sweetie Belle:
"Who's Rainbow Dash?"
"That's a weird question coming from her," Silver Spoon thought.
Only for Sweetie Belle to answer with a distant and mechanical voice:
"Rainbow Dash is a pegasus from Ponyville, most known for her acrobatic feats, such as the Sonic Rainboom, as well as being part of the Wonderbolts. She was also the bearer of the Element of Loyalty when the Elements of Harmony existed."
The voice itself wasn’t surprising. Everypony in school knew that Sweetie Belle was a robot-filly and that she had two different ways to talk. But that one was usually reserved for important things, like system failures, warnings and underburned meals.
"Hey, hi, Silver Spoon!" Apple Bloom joyfully said.
"Hello," she answered, still finding the previous discussion weird. "What are you girls doing?"
"Playing the Sweetipedia game," the yellow filly explained.
"I beg your pardon?"
"What's the list of enemies defeated by Rainbow Dash?" Scootaloo asked Sweetie Belle.
The robotic filly sighed in exasperation before her gaze went distant, as she answered:
"Notable foes defeated by Rainbow Dash includes: Nightmare Moon, Discord, Ahuizolt, Queen Chrysalis, King Sombra, -"
"Who's King Sombra?" Scootaloo cut with an excited smile.
"King Sombra was the leader of-"
"I won!" the little pegasus exclaimed, barely listening to her friend still rambling on about Sombra. "Only three links!"
"Four," Apple Bloom corrected, before going back to Silver Spoon. "It's a game where we start from the definition of something and try to get to something else. Today we start with the Cutie Mark Crusaders and look for Sombra."
Silver Spoon wasn't really sure to understand all of this. She looked at Sweetie Belle as she ended her monologue, getting back to a more alive look on her face, albeit a slightly irritated one.
"Look, I'll do it," Apple Bloom said.
"Girls, I don't think I-" Sweetie Belle started.
"What are the Cutie Mark Crusaders?" Apple Bloom cut, getting an irritated groan out of her friend.
"The Cutie Mark Crusaders, often abridged CMCs, are a club of foals formed by three fillies from Ponyville. The founding members are Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Other members include Babs Seed and Gabby. The initial goal of the group was t-."
"What's Ponyville?" Apple Bloom said.
"Ponyville is a town south-west of Canterlot. It is a village with a long history and a few remarkable places, as it has become the center of attention all over Equestria since recent events. Notably, it is the home of Princess Twilight Sparkle."
"What's Equestria?"
"Equestria is a country located north of the Bone Dry Desert, and south of the Crystal Empire, with-"
"What's the Crystal Empire?" Apple Bloom followed, smelling victory.
"The Crystal Empire is an ancient country, best known for the crystal ponies inhabiting it, as well as the long history still hidden beneath and unknown to non-robots. It was recently rediscovered, as King Sombra returned to-"
"Who's King Sombra?" Apple Bloom concluded with a smugly little smile, looking at Scootaloo.
"King Sombra was the leader of-"
"Wait, wait, what about that part about the history hidden beneath whatever!?" Silver Spoon cut.
"Only three links," Apple Bloom said, not even paying attention. "Guess somepony won't be winning today."
"Aw..." Scootaloo pouted. "I knew I shouldn't have gone for my own link."
The young Apple turned to Silver Spoon, happily asking:
"Wanna play? I think we still have a bit of time before the bell rings."
"I don't know..." the filly replied, worryingly looking at Sweetie Belle.
The little unicorn had finished her monologue and was looking quite upset, as she muttered with a mechanical voice:
"Anger containment issue, please refrain from any annoying interactions for the upcoming min-"
"There, I'll do it for you," Apple Bloom cut without a care in the world, seeing Silver Spoon hesitate. "What are the Cutie Mark Crusaders?"
Sweetie Belle went again for her description of the group, while Apple Bloom whispered to the gray filly:
"There, now you just have to follow up with a question about something she said."
"Yeah, I got that part."
Silver Spoon carefully listened to Sweetie Belle, trying to get the game right. But she took a lot of time, whereas Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had been quite fast to bounce off something their friend said. And the robotic filly kept on dispensing her knowledge like a badly researched three hour video-essay.
"Huuu... You're sure you understood...?" the little pegasus asked.
"Shh!" Silver Spoon almost cut her, still listening.
"The Cutie Mark Crusaders often reunite in their clubhouse, located in the Apple family's orchard. It is a tree hut, accessible by a stair-like ramp, composed of-"
"What are stairs?" Silver Spoon intervened, attracting some confused gaze from Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.
"Stairs are a type of architectural structure often used in constructions to allow movement-"
"Are you sure you understood the game?" Apple Bloom asked, worried. "You have to get to Sombra."
"I know that," Silver Spoon assured. "Trust me."
"You're going to take a while," Scootaloo pointed out.
"I don't think so," the little gray filly confidently said.
All three of them listened to Sweetie Belle's encyclopedic rambling for a few minutes, detailing the history of stairs throughout the ages with an odd accuracy and attention to detail. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo became more and more convinced that Silver Spoon was messing with them. That is, until...
"Some stairs who played a notable role in recent history includes, but are not limited to: Canterlot's Royal castle's stairs and their white marches, King Sombra'sinfinite stairs, the Manehattan's stairs featured in the movie J-"
"Who's King Sombra?" Silver Spoon asked, to the two fillies bafflement.
"King Sombra was the leader of-"
"So, that's one link if I understood correctly?" the gray filly said with a self-satisfied smile.
"I don't..." Scootaloo stuttered. "How did you do that!?"
"I just paid attention when Twilight came to school and told us about that event last week," Silver Spoon replied, raising her muzzle with dignity.
"I don't think there's any beating that..." Apple Bloom whispered, still shocked. "I think that's the best score anyone ever did."
"And on your first try!?" Scootaloo followed, amazed.
Sweetie Belle finally ended her long monologue, pushing a deep annoyed sigh trying to contain herself, asking with her normal voice:
"Does this mean it's over? We can move on to something else?"
"Yeah, I think so," Apple Bloom nodded.
"Thank Celestia," the little unicorn let out in a deep breath.
"Alright," Scootaloo said. "How about this time we try to get to that thing we learned today in class?"
"No," Sweetie Belle slowly said in an increasingly angry tone.
Silver Spoon looked at Sweetie Belle with concern, saw her legs twitching from exasperation, and cautiously took a step back.
"Algebra?" the yellow earth-filly replied with an arched eyebrow. "I think that would take a lot of time just for one run."
"Girls," Sweetie Belle attempted. "I really don't think it's-"
"Let's try!" Scootaloo cut with excitement, impatient to get her revenge. "And this time, I'll play the long game like Silver Spoon did. Sweetie Belle, who are the Cutie Mark Crusaders?"
The half-robotic filly growled before the mechanical voice took over:
"The Cutie Mark Crusaders, often abridged CMCs, were a club of three fillies from Ponyville."
"Wait, what do you mean were?" Apple Bloom asked.
"The club sadly met an unfortunate end when two of its members pissed off the processor of the third one, until she finally gave in. No remains of the two fillies could be found by the local authorities."
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom exchanged a silent concerned gaze, while Silver Spoon took more than a step back. Sweetie Belle's eyes took on a red color, that filled both her iris and the part usually white, the voice becoming even more distorted as she continued with a threatening tone:
"This section of the article is incomplete. Would you like to contribute by adding more details?"
"I... think we'll pass," Scootaloo tried.
"Are you certain?" Sweetie Belle insisted, a little strident sound slowly rising from her chest, like some special program preparing to be launched.
"Yeah..." Apple Bloom hesitantly said. "Uuuuh... It's time for class anyway."
"Should the program be killed?"
"What...?" Silver Spoon whispered with fear.
"Yes, stop the program!" Scootaloo ordered, used to that kind of way of talking to the robot side of her friend.
Sweetie Belle's red eyes vanished in a few seconds, the noise stopping, as her normal voice returned, still exasperated.
"Thank you!"
"Man, you look really scary like that," Apple Bloom giggled, as if all of this was normal.
"I think she was really about to kill you both," Silver Spoon pointed out, still a good bit away from them.
"Nah, she would never do that," Scootaloo said, waiving a nonchalant hoof, before looking at Sweetie Belle for confirmation.
The unicorn stared at her with a face that clearly showed she was considering the scenario.
"R-Right...?" the little pegasus asked, suddenly afraid.
"She can't hurt ponies anyway, she's programmed that way," Apple Bloom reminded.
"That's correct," Sweetie Belle confirmed. "As long as my chip is in place, I can't hurt anypony."
"Didn't it burn like last week when you were struck by lightning?" Scootaloo asked, suddenly remembering.
The three friends looked at each other, while Silver Spoon's face was displaying a real concern.
"Nah, I'm sure it's fine," Apple Bloom finally said.
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Harsh productions
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563579
| 1 |
Moondancer,Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Dark,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Suicide / Self Harm
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Opening up
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Twilight wants to reconnect with her old friend moon dancer, but she’s being distant. She concocted a plan to throw a party to reconnect with her. But her colt friend, Ryan thinks he can make her open up in a much better way.
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<p>Twilight was reminded by spike that she was a bad friend before moving to ponyville. Regretting her past actions, she takes a quick trip down to her old stomping grounds, Canterlot, to reconnect and apologize to her old friends. She didn’t realize how badly her actions would affect her closest friend, Moon Dancer. </p><p>She went back down to Ponyville to pick up pinkie pie so she could quickly throw together a party for her old friend. But Twilight’s human coltfriend, Ryan, thinks a party is stupid. So he goes behind Twilight’s back and goes to meet Moon Dancer at the library so he can attempt to get her to open up to him. </p><p>He didn’t expect for the conversation to end up going where it did. A lot of tears ended being spilled as they open up to each other about past trauma, and hopefully this is the start of a healing journey for Moon Dancer. </p><hr/><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">talk of self harm, talk of suicide attempts, suicidal ideations. </span> </p><p><span class="spoiler">~<i>I am not a therapist or expert in suicide prevention or self harming. Do not talk to me if you are sharing these thoughts and experiences with the characters in the story, contact a professional. It’s hard, I know. But you are not alone. There’s a light at the end of tunnel.~</i></span></p>
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teen
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2024-08-19T14:29:03+00:00
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2024-08-19T23:08:46+00:00
| 161 |
Ryan walked through the front doors of the Canterlot library, the big twin doors echoed throughout the quit building as they shut behind him. He began to scan the building for the mare he was looking for, Shouldn’t be too hard since she looked nearly identical to his marefriends. His eyes eventually did rest upon the pony he was here for, Moon Dancer.
She was an off white, almost yellow unicorn with a red mane that had a purple streak in it, just like Twilights. But unlike Twilight, Moon Dancers hair was pulled up into a bun and was unkept, it looked like she hadn’t washed or at the very least brushed it in a considerable amount of time. She also had glasses with white tape on the bridge, and had a black sweater on.
The sweater thing kinda annoyed Ryan, cause it wasn’t even cold out. Nor was it brisk, it was fucking warm. Why would she be wearing a black sweater in such warm temperatures?
Anyways, Ryan began to walk over to the mare and she didn’t even notice him walking towards him with her muzzle buried in that book about… economic? What a dork.
He tapped his knuckle on the table she was reading at. Her attention was finally peeled away from the book she was reading, and she let out a gasp and jumped back a bit when she saw the only human in Equestria standing before her.
The other residents of the library shushed her small outburst before resuming their own reading. She then sneered up at him, staring daggers at him.
“What do you want?” She whispered, venom dripping off every word.
“I just wanna talk.” Ryan whispered back.
“Well I don’t. Go away.” Moon Dancer said, before pulling her book closer to her face.
“Come on,” Ryan said with an exaggerated look of annoyance. “I just want to know why you keep pushing Twilight away.”
She gave him a look of disgust, as if she smelled something rancid.
“No, I’m not talking to you.” She said flatly.
Any other person would’ve stopped trying by now. But Ryan isn’t like most people, not only is he a stubborn prick, but thanks to the crystal heart he’s got magical abilities. They were gifted to him by the crystal heart during King Sombra’s return, it chose him so that he could spread love and light across Equestria. It’s not really clear as to why exactly the crystal heart chose Ryan of all people to fulfill this goal, but it did. Clearly that magic rock saw something in Ryan that even he couldn’t see, but he’s not really complaining, cause now he can cast spells like a unicorn. Anything from rudimentary levitation, to more advanced stuff like transmutation. But right now, all he’s looking to do is cast a shield of silence so him and Moon Dancer can talk one-on-one.
He pointed his finger upwards and a beam of blue light shot from it. In an instant the shield of silence was casted over the two of them.
“Don’t pop this bubble like you did with Twilight. Cause I’m just gonna keep recasting it every time you do.” Ryan said at full volume, slightly startling the book horse.
“I don’t want to fucking talk to you!” Moon Dancer said angrily.
“Jesus Christ. Moon I just-“
“Don’t call me Moon like I’m your fucking friend.” She snarled.
“Why are acting like this?” Ryan said. “I didn’t do anything to you. All I wanna know is why you keep giving twilight the cold shoulder every time she tries to reconnect with you.”
“That’s none of your fucking business.” Moon Dancer said.
“Kinda is. I’m dating her, I wanna know why somepony doesn’t like her.” Ryan said.
“I don’t hate her, I just… ehh, go away already.” Moon Dancer said.
“Come on man, we were almost there. Just open up to me, just a little bit.” Ryan said.
“I’m saying no. Why aren’t you taking no as an answer, you fucking rapist.” Moon Dancer said.
Ryan simply shot her a ‘really’ look. She was being a scornful brat that was creating drama where there didn’t need to be. Ryan was then suddenly hit by the realization that she was acting like him.
Whenever Twilight tried to pry into his past he’d always get defensive, as if he was on trial for something. He would refuse to divulge any details, no matter how small and insignificant, and whenever he would provide a crumb of insight into his past, he would refuse to elaborate. Twilight would eventually get so frustrated she’d storm off and stop prying. But the reason he didn’t want to say anything about his part was because it was hard to talk about, he came from a verbally and physically abusive childhood. Everything he said or did was meet with opposition by his parents, and often a swift correction was carried out, which often meant being belittled, or worse. His mom once beat him so bad it lacerated his eyebrow causing it to bleed profusely. They refused to drive him to the hospital because ‘that’s what he deserved.’ Luckily his older brother was willing to take him to get patched up, but Ryan doesn’t know how lucky he would consider himself since-…
Anyways that’s scar on his eyebrow is still there to this day, a constant reminder every time he looked in the mirror of the trauma he had to endure. That family made him feel worthless, like no matter what he did he was always going to be a fuckup.
It took him years to begin divulging this information to Twilight. Taking about that stuff with her always made him cry, but it was therapeutic to cry and be vulnerable around someone who genuinely loved him, and held him as he cried. To have someone that truly made him feel like he meant something to someone.
But again it took years to achieve this level of trust from him. Now he’s on the receiving end of this attitude with Moon Dancer, and she’s not even doing this for the same reason he was. Or at least he doesn’t think so.
“Listen, Moon Dancer. Twilight has tried everything to reconnect with you, and every time she thinks she’s getting somewhere with you, you shut it down. Can you tell me why?” Ryan said, trying to be as calm as possible.
“Why do you care so much?” Moon Dancer said with a scowl.
“Already told you. I’m Twilight’s coltfriend, and I’m a guardian of the crystal heart, here to spread love and light wherever it’s needed. I’m also technically the Prince of friendship, so it’s technically my job to know why there’s friction between you two.”
She didn’t shoot back with any kind of insult this time around. She just continued to read her book and tried to ignore the human sitting inches away from her. She was probably hoping Ryan would go away eventually, but that’s not going to happen.
“Im not trying to be an asshole and pry into your personal business, but I just want you to open up. Tell me what’s wrong.” Ryan said, almost pleading for her to give him something to work of off.
Her response was to point at the door with her hoof, clearly telling Ryan to leave. It was at that moment he saw it. The sleeves of her sweater slid down her arm, not by much, but it was enough to reveal something he wasn’t expecting to see on her.
Her self harm scars.
She pulled her hoof back and frantically fixed the sleeve so it cover her scars again, unaware of the fact that he saw them. Even though he only saw maybe two or three scars for a short amount of time, he could tell they were fresh. That had to be the reason she’s refusing to talk to him.
Ryan let out a heavy sigh at this revelation, but Moon Dancer thought he was sighing at her cold demeanor.
Twilight flaking on that party she put together and leaving for ponyville so abruptly clearly effected her way more then she’s letting on. But it couldn’t be just the party that made her a cutter, there had to be something else at play. But how is he going to make her open up, especially with the shame that comes with having self harm scars.
Ryan looked down at his arms, they were covered in a black long sleeve, fake leather jacket. He realized in that moment how much of a hypocrite he was to be annoyed about her wearing a sweater on a warm day, when he can’t even remember the last time he let somebody see him without this jacket on. He wore it for the same reason she did.
He then realized that this is probably the only way he can make her open up to him, to make her feel comfortable enough to discuss this topic with him. He just had to take a step outside of his comfort zone first. This was a Hercules in task though, he shared the same shame in letting people see your self harm scars. He didn’t even know why he felt shame, and for some reason, he kept thinking she of all ponies would judge him.
He took a deep breath in before speaking again. “I know what you’re going through, ya’know.”
She shot him a confused look before rolling her eyes and continuing to read her book.
“You’re-“ he stopped himself, knowing just simply telling her she’s not alone is not enough. He had to show her she wasn’t.
He gripped the sleeve of his jacket and began to push it up his arm. This action being so difficult it felt like the clothing weighed a thousand pounds. But he did it, he was eventually able to push both sleeves up to his elbows. He proceeded to recapture Moon Dancers attention by slamming his arms back down to the table as dead weight. She jumped out of her skin and shot Ryan an annoyed look. She then looked down at his arms, doing a double take when seeing an all too familiar sight. Rows upon rows of self harm scars littered Ryan’s arms, they seemed to cover every single inch of his arm. There had to be at least a hundred on each arm, but two scars stood out amongst the rests. While all the other scars created a white discoloration on the skin, there was one scar on each wrist that had a pink discoloration to it. Moon Dancer wouldn’t know from personal experience, but she could accurately deduce these were failed attempts the human made at taking his own life.
She peered back up at his face, her once annoying expression melting away and forming an expression of pity.
“You’re not alone, Moon.” Ryan said. “I know better than anypony what you’re going through. Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.”
She was too stunned to speak, her mouth moved and little whimpers would squeak from her throat. But never any words. But eventually she found the courage to speak, and even though it wasn’t much, Ryan was glad he was able to get anything out of her at all.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I know. I didn’t know what to say my first time either.”
“First time what?”
“First time opening up… telling somepony why our arms look like this.”
“How- how did you know that I-“
“When you pointed at the door earlier, I saw a few poke out over your sweater.” Ryan said, interrupting her.
“Oh…” she said, rubbing her arm in discomfort.
“Can you show me yours?” Ryan asked.
“I-… I don’t want to.” She said timidly.
“I didn’t want to show you mine either.” Ryan admitted. “Hell, I’ve never even showed these to Twilight. Sure I’ve told her about them, but she’s never seen them.”
“Okay, but it’s… It’s hard.” She said, still rubbing her arm uncomfortably.
“Want me to help?” Ryan said.
She stood still, trying to build up the courage to answer. But all she could manage to do was nod her head In response. Ryan then reached out and held her hoof in his hand, rubbing his thumb on it before his other hand slid up her arm and began to hike up her sleeve. She reacted as if the act of sliding the sleeve up her arm physically hurt her. Once the sleeve was slid up to her elbow, he rubbed his hand back down her arm. His fingers passed over her scars, feeling every bump they made on her skin. She had a lot less cuts on her arm compared to Ryan’s, and there was no attempt scars on her wrists, which was good.
Ryan then closed the book she was reading and pushed it to the side so they had more space on the table and made a motion with his free hand for Moon Dancer to give him, her other hoof. She complied and Ryan proceeded to hike up her sleeve again to finally unearth all of her cuts. On this arm, he saw the fresh scars that he caught a peek at earlier near her wrist. Because of how recent these were and the lack of showers this pony takes, he could actually still see traces of blood on the keratin of her hoof.
Ryan felt moisture beginning to form in his eyes at just how fresh the scars were. He had actually stopped cutting ever since he arrived in Equestria, mostly because of Twilight. When Ryan arrived he had three broken ribs and a fractured ankle and knee, and an oblique, non displaced fracture across his left tibia. Twilight went out of her way to insure he was alright, even paid for the leg brace he needed to help heal the fracture on his tibia. The amount of unconditional support she showed him nearly made him break down in tears at that very moment, and it still makes him tear up to this day. That is partly what got him to start crushing on Twilight, he never felt like he was loved before she came along. So when they started dating, you can only imagine how better he felt mentally. Needless to say, he never felt like his life sucked enough to cut himself in nearly five years.
Moon Dancer however, had just added another scar to arm yesterday. She’s still actively suffering, being a victim to her own mind. Ryan wanted- no, needed to help her. He needed to figure out what was making her do this, and help her in any way her could to stop it before it got any worse.
“When did you start?” Ryan asked, a glossiness still present in his eyes.
“When…” she stopped, the words ending up getting stuck in her throat as she battled with herself, trying to prevent the tears from free falling.
“You can let it out.” Ryan said as he held both her hoofs in his hands.
Her lip quivered, trying desperately to fight against it but she was unable to hold back her emotions. The tears came flowing out of her, and Ryan got up from his seat and rush to her side as he pulled her into a hug. She accepted this hug immediately, wrapped her hoofs around him as she cried into him. She clung onto him desperately, as if she was drowning and he were a life raft. Her tight grip around Ryan told him that she didn’t want him to leave her, and the tight squeezing of his own reciprocating hug was his way of telling her that he wasn’t leaving her any time soon.
Eventually her tears began to die down, and she used his jacket to wipe away the last remaining drops of her tears.
“I’m sorry.” She said meekly.
“Don’t you dare apologize for being vulnerable.” Ryan said as he continued to hold her close.
“Right i’m-“ she stopped herself before she apologized for apologizing. “W-what did you ask me? I forgot.”
“When did you start cutting?” Ryan reiterate.
“Wh- when Twilight left.” She answered after a long sigh. “I was throwing a party, trying to come out of my shell a bit. But Twilight never showed up, she was the one person I wanted to show up, and then she fucking left town without saying goodbye.”
“Why did it hurt you so bad?” Ryan asked, rubbing his hand over her scars again.
“Cause we were dating, or at least I thought we were.” Moon Dancer said.
“Really?” Ryan said.
“Yeah, we dated all throughout high school. We started to see each other less and less once we got out of high school so I guess she thought we had already broken up. I thought we were still a thing… so it really fucking stung when she left Canterlot without saying a word to me.”
The tears were coming back, but she needed to say this. She’s kept it inside for too long, she needed to let it out.
“I was fucking humiliated, that party was my first time trying to be more social. Because I’ve always been depressed, I’ve always thought I was unworthy of love, or friends at the very least. Twilight was actually helping me come out of my shell, and that goddamn party was for her! Twinkle shine, Lemon hearts, and Minuette FINALLY convinced me that I had value in this world, just for Twilight to never even bother to show the fuck up!”
She was ugly crying at this point, choking on her own tears as she ranted.
“I started spiraling, thinking that if, who I thought, was my own marefriend couldn’t be fucked enough to come to my party, then the rest of my friends were just pretending too. I mean, it didn’t even look like they were having fucking fun at that party! So when they tried to invite me somewhere a few times I ignored them, and eventually they dropped me. Like I was nothing! That just confirmed it to me that… that no one would miss me if I was gone!”
She buried her face back into Ryan’s chest, sobbing as hard as she was physically capable of sobbing. That last thing she said still lingered in Ryan’s head, bouncing around in his skull as it replayed over and over again in his head.
‘No one would miss me if I was gone.’
He didn't have enough fingers to count how many times he’s said that to himself before moving to Equestria.
“I’m sorry this happened to you.” Ryan said as she continued to cry into him. “I know it feels so easy to give up, to just end it all and be free from the pain. But it’s not a solution. People will miss you, no matter how much you think they don’t, someone out there will miss you.”
“It’s so hard to believe that.” Moon Dancer said through her shaky breath.
“I know it is. Trust me, I know.” Ryan said as he whipped the tears from her face. “It felt like I didn’t have anybody to turn to for so long. But when I first got here, I was shown kindness and compassion for what felt like the first time in my life. It was by Twilight, she showed me unconditional love as soon as I got here. I actively denied it at first, I tried to delude myself into believing that it was some kind of transactional friendship. But I could never fully convinced myself of that. She seemed to genuinely enjoy my company, no matter how much I tried to push her away and isolate myself in the spare room she let me stay in. She cared about me.”
Ryan now had tears of his own running down his face.
“I know that doesn’t sound like the Twilight you remember, but it’s the Twilight I’ve always known. If you tell her what you just told me, you’ll feel so much better and you’ll see her apologize and care for you like she did to me.”
“I… I don’t want to do that.” Moon Dancer said.
“You have nothing to be afraid of.”
“But they’re gonna hate me if I snap at Twilight.”
“That won’t happen, I promise.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“You’re just going to have to trust me.” Ryan said. “Twilight’s actually setting something up for you right now. Go there, and tell her how you feel. I’ll be there for you, and after you do that I’ll prove to you that you have people that love you in your life.”
“You promise?” Moon Dancer said, staring into at Ryan’s watery eyes.
“I pinkie promise.”
“What’s that?” Moon Dancer said with a sniff.
“Some stupid shit my friend does. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Ryan said with a laugh.
The laughter was shared with Moon Dancer, and then both laughed and hugged each other a bit tighter. They both needed this after all the tears that've been spilled. Eventually the laughter they shared died down, and Ryan spoke again.
“So, you are going to do what I asked, right?”
“I think so.” She said.
“Good.”
“Umm, I hate to bring this up. But why did you start cutting?” She said.
“Oh…”
“You don’t have to tell me If-“
“No no, it’s only fair I open up too.” Ryan said before taking in a deep sigh.
“My parents were not very nice people. Neither were my siblings really, but it was mostly my parents. They treated me like shit and would verbally belittle me over the smallest shit. This one time my drunk, piece of shit mom yelled at me because I was up past my bed time. She could’ve ended the conversation there, but no, she had to go on and on and on about how much of a disrespectful punk I am.”
Ryan was now beginning to cry, now reaching the part of the story he hates remembering.
“She then… she then told me she wishes she aborted me and that she hated me because I look just like my father. I told her I wish she did too, so I didn’t have to live in that hellhole with her. She responded by smashing the beer bottle she was holding across my face… I don’t remember what she said after that, it was all a blur. I think I disassociated or something. All I remember is my brother taking me to the hospital because I was bleeding so much, and those fucking assholes refused to take me. On the way there my-“
Ryan choked up, remembering what he considered the worst part of this story.
“My brother basically told me I deserved it for talking back… and that really fucking hurt, ya’know. Because at that moment, at twelve years fucking old, I knew I had zero support group. Nobody in my fucking house was ever on my side about anything. I had one, singular fucking friend outside of that damn house, and he left for the military, leaving me to be stuck in that goddamn house with those fucking demons!”
He was balling his eyes out at this point, doing a small roll reversal since he was now being held by Moon Dancer as he cried into her.
“They made me feel worthless, they made me feel like I didn’t matter at all because to be honest, I don’t think I did to them. My life was constant pain, because if I wasn’t being b-beaten by them, I was cutting myself in my room. Trying to remind myself that I’m still alive because I felt so fucking empty and hollow all the time. I told myself if this is what living felt like, then I don’t want to live anymore… So I tried k-killing myself when I was sixteen. I was angry at the time that it didn’t work but thank fucking Christ it didn’t. Because if it did, I would’ve never ended up here. I wouldn’t never meet the friends I did. I feel so much better here, because at least here I know I'm loved… It got better for me.”
He then pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes. Both of them still sobbing, their eyes, red and puffy and their cheeks slick with tears.
“That’s why you can’t give up, because it does get better. I'm living proof of that.”
“Okay…” she said meekly. “I won’t give up, I promise.”
“You also promise to tell Twilight the-“
“Yes, I do. I promise.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you. We both needed to let that out.”
“You still got one last bit of this to let out though.”
“I know. I’ll be there.”
“Good.”
Ryan then looked around at the shield of silence that encase them, seeing the ponies around them that could easily look up from their books at them. At their scars. He quickly pulled his sleeves down to cover his scars once more, with Moon Dancer following suit.
“You ready for this to come down?” He asked pointing at the bubble around them.
“Yeah I think so.” She said with a smile, the first genuine smile he’s seen on her all week.
Ryan smiled back and drove his thumb into the shield of silence and popped it like a balloon. The residents of the library ended up shushing him over the popping noise that it made. He ignored them and headed for the door, but before he exited he gave a small wave goodbye to Moon Dancer. She waved goodbye back as Ryan walked backwards out the door and closed it behind him.
When he turned around he saw Twilight placing a trail of books on the floor for some reason.
“What are you doing?” Ryan asked his marefriend.
“Setting up a trail for moon Dancer to follow.” Twilight said, not seeing anything weird about what she just said.
“What is she, ET? You’re gonna leave a trail of Reese‘s pieces all the way to the party for her to follow.”
She shot him an annoyed expression before going back to placing the trail of books down. “i’m assuming you still think the party is a dumb idea.”
“Not anymore, no.” Ryan said.
“Oh, so your plan didn’t work then.” Twilight said with bit of a cocky attitude to her tone.
“No my plan worked, better than I expected actually. But we’re still gonna go through with your plan.” Ryan said, earning a confused look from Twilight.
“Okay?” Twilight said. “Well anyways, do you mind helping me set up this book trail so it goes by faster.”
“Sure.” He said with an eye roll at his dorky marefriend.
“You okay?” Twilight asked.
“Yeah.” Ryan answered.
“You sure? because it looks like you’ve been crying.” Twilight said.
“Yes I’m fine. Now come on, let’s finish this trail.” He said as he dropped a book on the floor.
“And you think this is gonna do it, huh?” Moon Dancer said, referring to the party Twilight had set up to try and cheer her up. She weakly hit a piñata with a stick she held in her magical grasp as she spoke.
“Uh, yes?” Twilight said.
“Well, sure, why wouldn't it? That was only the first time I put myself out there, and then you didn't even bother to show up! Then you left town without saying goodbye even though we were supposed to be friends!” Tears were welling up now, but she couldn’t stop. She made a promise she’d get through this.
“I was humiliated! I felt like I wasn't important to you! I never wanted to let myself be hurt like that again! Those three finally convinced me that I had value! That other ponies might like me and want to be my friend! And YOU! DIDN'T! SHOW! UP!”
She chucked the stick in Twilights general direction, causing her to duck as it arched over her head, missing her by a few inches. Moon Dancer ran off in the opposite direction, not wanting to be there to witness Twilight’s reaction. But she was stopped by a hand pushing against her chest, she looked up at Ryan and wanted to push past him and continue running but she broke down crying into his chest once again.
Twinkle shine, Lemon hearts, Minuette, Twilight, Spike, and Pinkie all stood in stunned silence. Especially Twilight. She never knew what her old friend was going through. The revelation that her fillyhood friend, and her first romantic relationship, was hurting so much hit her like a freight train. She was suffering in silence for so long, without anypony to turn to. But with how willing she was to cry into Ryan’s chest, it seemed she finally found somepony to turn to, it had to have been what Ryan meant by his plan ‘Working better than he expect’. But she was still hurting. Twilight had to make this right somehow, she hoped this party could still do that. Ryan did say she should still go through with it after all. So she hopes this can be the start of a healing process for her.
Twilight walked over to her current and ex partner, as Moon Dancer continued to cry into him.
“This party can't make up for the way I hurt you. I know that. But please, don't let my mistake be the reason you can't be friends with anypony else.” Twilight said.
Moon Dancer peered up at her, tears still streaming down her face. Twilight gave her a reassuring smile as there other fillyhood friends walked up to them.
“We were friends with you back then, and we'd be honored to be your friends now.” Minuette said.
Moon Dancers lips quivered as a different brand of tears began to stream down her face.
Tears of joy.
She was so happy that her old friends still cared about her. That they were still willing to be there for her after all this time, and after all the times she pushed them away.
“We also invited a few other ponies that considered you a friend.” Twilight said.
Moon Dancer leaned around Ryan and gazed upon a sight she was never expecting to see. She saw two ponies she interacted with on a semi regular basis, the librarian and the bookseller.
“I-I didn’t know you considered me a friend.” Moon Dancer said in disbelief.
“Of course we do honey.” The librarian said.
Those word meant so much to her. A warm fuzzy feeling swirled around in her heart. The feeling pushed more tears of joy out of her, which felt so much better to produce than the sad, pain filled tears she has been producing all day. But the surprises weren’t done yet, one more pony came up from behind the two older mares.
It was her older sister that lived half way across Canterlot. It felt like she never sees her anymore, so seeing her in person for the first time in what felt like forever was a surprise to say the least. But she knew why she never saw her, she was a busy mare. She was constantly busy manufacturing tea, and tea was a highly valued commodity in Conterlot so her hours were filled pretty much every day of the week. So to see her here, talking the time out of her busy schedule just for her, meant so much to her.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she waved at her sister, who waved back at her with a warm smile.
“I told you Moon,” Ryan said. “You’ve got people who care about you. Even ponies you didn’t expect came all this way just for you. You’re clearly loved and valued here, don’t take it for granted.”
Moon Dancer's tears streamed down her face at his words. He truly did hold up his end of the promise. She knew now she was loved, people valued her and wanted to be her friend. She pulled herself closer and hugged him, and he reciprocated that hug immediately. This hug felt different somehow, it was less of holding on to one another for support and more of a truly sentimental hug. Ryan even planted a small, platonic kiss on her forehead as they separate from the hug.
“Moon Dancer.” Twilight said, grabbing her attention. “I've faced magical creatures, the end of Equestria, and all sorts of things. But seeing how my actions affected you, that was one of the worst feelings I've ever had.”
Moon Dancer knew from her tone she meant those words. She knew she had to be telling the truth. She saw that now.
“Thank you, Twilight. I never realized how much I needed to hear all of this. Thank you so much for caring!”
Twilight then pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tightly as her own tears began to form. “You’re welcome Moon.”
They separated from the hug and whipped away their respective tears. Before long the party had officially commenced, and Moon Dancer mingled with the ponies in attendance and began making new friends, even if they were her old ones. She couldn’t be any happier, it’s the happiest she’s felt in a long time. She finally didn’t feel alone. Not only did she not feel alone socially, but now that she knew she had someone that she could turn to when she felt stuck, it made her feel so much more seen. Ryan truly did help spread love and light where there was none. She could already feel the darkness waning, but she still had a long way to go. But with her new friends by her side, she knew she could make it through this eventually.
It can get better.
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Kindness’s Demise
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A story about the death of a certain yellow pegasus and how her friends deal with it.
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<p>Fluttershy was kind, compassionate, and pretty much who anyone would want as a friend. But suppose this friend were to suddenly pass away without warning. How will her friends feel and cope with the loss of their dear friend?</p><p>Content warning: This story contains graphic depictions of death and higher levels of gore, as well as detailed depiction of rabies in animals. It also contains depictions of characters vomiting as some point, so read at your own risk.</p><p>Cover image made by me!</p>
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“Now everyone,” Mayor Mare began as she cleared her throat. “I’ve gathered you all here for a very important announcement I need to make. This news may be very alarming or even confusing, but rest assured we will inform you all. I do not want you to panic when you recieve this information, however.” The crowd of ponies gathered at the front of Town Hall mumbled as they discussed what this ‘alarming’ news could be.
“Maybe it’s another villain threatening to destroy Equestria?” One pony asked.
“Or maybe there is a swarm of Parasprites headed for Ponyville!” Another said, worried. “I’d have to go board up my shops!”
“There are no villains or parasprites coming for us,” Mayor Mare intervened. Several relieved sighs were released in the audience, a calmer atmosphere circulated throughout the crowd, though short lived. “Though it is much worse. Ponyville is currently experiencing a rabies outbreak.” The Mayor announced, followed by confused murmurs and many questions.
Up until now, Equestria has never been known for wide outbreaks of animal borne illnesses. Not fatal ones at the least. The most a common ailment would go as far as symptoms would be quite tame; Maybe a few spots here and there, a nasty sneeze, raised temperature, et cetera. But this was a serious case. Rabies could be contracted from animals, which were very abundant in Equestria, let alone Ponyville.
The mayor decided beforehand to teach the civilians what that meant for the town, its livelihood, and the animals, so she invited Dr. Fauna to come give the ponies a lecture about rabies.
“You’ve heard that there is an outbreak of rabies in town from our wonderful Mayor Mare. But show of hooves; do you know what rabies actually is?” Dr. Fauna asked as only a few hooves were raised throughout the crowd. “I see you some of you have heard of it. But how many of you actually know the symptoms?” A single purple hoof shot up.
“Rabies is an animal borne illness that causes hysteria, nausea, and foaming at the mouth!” Twilight Sparkle proudly said.
Dr. Fauna nodded her head, “That’s right Twilight. Rabies is an illness that can be contracted from animals. It is fatal to both creatures and ponies.”
Worried whispers echoed the area. Many ponies started to prepare for the worst. Little fillies and colts huddled up to their parents. Fluttershy was reasonably concerned, she lived with many animals, after all.
“This is a very serious predicament. We advise you to stay away from any animal that is unusually docile or unexplainably aggressive. If you do see an animal with these symptoms, please alert authorities immediately.” Mayor Mare reported to the crowd. “Try to stay away from animals, if possible. If you are bitten by a rabid animal, wash the bite and go to the hospital immediately. Rabies can act fast.”
Nopony could believe what they were hearing. Even the Princesses had no control of this disease. Their magic could not control nature as much as raising the sun or moon. Twilight decided the best thing to do was research more about this disease. By educating herself, she could locate a possible cure.
Twilight searched and searched for the book about creature diseases.“Okay let’s see…. here it is! Dr. Hooflittle’s Guide to Sick Animals.” She blew dust off the book and opened to the table of contents. “Hm…. Ah ha! Psychological Diseases: Page 47 section 4a.” As Twilight flipped to the page, Fluttershy timidly entered the castle library, looking for the Princess.
“Um, can I talk to you for a second?” Fluttershy asked. “It’s about the current rabies outbreak. May I borrow a book on it so I can understand how to spot symptoms if my animals ever contract it?”
“Of course Fluttershy! I was just going to read it, but you need it more than I do.” Twilight said with a smile as she handed the book to the pegasus. “The section on rabies is on page 47 in section 4a. Stay safe, will you?”
Fluttershy thanked her graciously. “Thanks Twilight. You’re always here when I need you.” As Fluttershy left the castle doors, Twilight couldn’t help but feel anxious; Fluttershy lived with many animals prone to contracting rabies. But Twilight tried not to worry, since spiraling usually got her nowhere.
Back at Fluttershy’s cottage, the Pegasus was preparing the sanctuary for quarantine. She made sure all of the animals were safe and healthy, and made sure they haven’t been bitten anywhere. “I know this is a scary situation, but trust your old friend Fluttershy! Everything will work out.” Fluttershy reassured the frightened animals as she tucked them in the sanctuary. With the help of Applejack, she was able to install a fence so no outside animals could get in.
“Now, to read up on rabies.” Fluttershy said, book in hoof. “Rabies is a condition that affects animals in many ways. Symptoms include unexplained agression, becoming more docile, restlessness, and drooling foamy saliva. They also may have trouble swallowing. Animals with rabies might not express symptoms at first, so it is important to keep tabs on the history of symptoms.”
Fluttershy let out a sigh. This was all so scary and unfamiliar to her, even for the animal expert. She decided to head over to Zecora’s hut to see if she could mix up a cure. On the hike there, she spotted a deer. Even though she wanted to pet it, she had to stay away. It was for her and her animal’s safety.
“Hi Zecora. I’m here for an emergency. Could you try and make a cure for this rabies outbreak? If it isn’t too much to ask….” Fluttershy desperately pleaded.
“Oh Fluttershy, I hear your pleads. But I am already trying to cure this disease.” Zecora informed the buttery Pegasus. A disappointed scowl appeared on her face. “I’m sorry dear friend but I cannot lie, this is a big fish to fry.” Zecora replied.
“I understand. Thank you for trying anyway, stay safe.” Fluttershy sulked as she walked out of her hut.
“What are all of those poor animals going to do? I’m so scared….” Fluttershy sobbed, salty rivers streaming down her lemon colored cheeks. She picked up the pace, sprinting home to comfort with her animals in her cottage. She couldn’t wait to see Angel and Hummingway. She couldn’t wait to just collapse on the couch and relax after all of this. When she opened the door, she was greeted by her bear friend, Harry.
“Hi Harry! Boy am I glad to see you!” Fluttershy exclaimed excitedly. But Harry just stood there, looking blankly. “My day was so exhausting. I need to relax with some water.” As she went into the kitchen, she decided to get some water for Harry as well. “Here you go boy! Isn’t relaxing with nice refreshing water the best?” She said with a gleam in her eyes. However, Harry thought otherwise. He splashed away the water dish and started to growl. “What’s wrong boy? Not thirsty?” Fluttershy asked naively, never to expect what would come of next.
Harry suddenly started to foam at the mouth, followed by his razor-sharp claws protracting. As soon as she saw the foam at Harry’s mouth, she knew what was going down. “Harry please no….. it doesn’t have to be this way…” Fluttershy shakily said as she backed away. “Please, don’t do this!” Unfortunately, Harry didn’t listen. Instead, he slashed his razor sharp claws right at her throat. In an instant, Fluttershy’s coat was soaked in crimson. The pegasus let out a bloodcurdling scream as the rabid bear clawed at her guts. Harry rapidly struck at her abdomen, gutting her intestines and damaging her internal organs. As the scarlet red blood rolled out of her neck and stomach, she uttered her last words. “Everyone…… you were my bestest friends…. I love you all…..” Fluttershy sputtered as she choked on her own blood. Within moments after being gored by her formerly loyal pet bear, she went unconscious and died.
Today was Tuesday, which meant Discord and Fluttershy had a tea party. Discord thought it would be any other day, just relaxing with his best friend. As he teleported to the cottage and knocked on the door, a strange feeling entered his gut. He knew something was amiss, since Fluttershy usually answered the door immediately. “Maybe she was taking a nap?” Discord thought as he knocked a second time.
“Fluttershy darling, it’s time for our Tuesday tea time! Are you home?” Discord frantically called out. Nopony answered. Discord started to get worried, so he barged into the cottage without warning. What he was greeted with was a horrible scene: his best friend splayed out on the ground, bathed in a pool of dried blood with visible lacerations on her throat and abdomen. Her intestines were spilling out, appearing to be clawed at. Her eyes were frozen in fear, as if she had seen a ghost.
“FLUTTERSHY!” Discord screamed as he rushed to her side. He tried to check for a pulse or any other sign of life, but he was too late. The poor mare had already been dead 3 hours before Discord discovered her body. “Fluttershy no…. My dear friend… what happened?” He cried out as he sobbed relentlessly over her corpse. “How do I tell Twilight and the others….” He didn’t want to break the news to his friends, but he had to. But before he left, he noticed a growling noise in the kitchen.
There, he witnessed a bear hunched over something. Closer inspection revealed it had dried blood all over its face, chewing on what seemed to be flesh of his late friend. “What in Equestria….. it must have been the rabies outbreak…” Discord said, still shaken up from seeing the body as he approached Harry. With a snap of his fingers, he banished the bear to an infinite void far away from Equestria. “Now to tell the others what happened…” The traumatized draconnequus sniffled.
Discord made a clone of him so he could tell the others what had happened and stay with Fluttershy’s corpse at the same time. When he teleported to the castle, he was greeted with friendly hellos from Twilight and Starlight. He cringed, knowing that their cheerful moods would soon disappear.
“I have some… very bad news to share with you guys. Can you gather the rest of the Mane 6 please?” Discord sorrowfully asked as he kicked at the ground, masking his unbridled rage and sadness.
Starlight jokingly quipped at Discord’s remark, “Oh, let me guess. You ran outta tea for your Tuesday tea-“
“JUST GATHER THEM NOW!” Discord barked as he let out his true emotions. Following his harsh words, Twilight teleported everyone else in the Mane 6. Everyone except Fluttershy.
“Hey, I thought I also teleported Fluttershy as well?” Twilight said, confused. “Well everypony minus Fluttershy is here so say what you-“
“Fluttershy is dead.” Discord somberly interrupted. Everyone gasped.
“What?” Rarity mumbled.
“Fluttershy was killed by a rabid bear.” Discord continued.
“Stop joking around Discord, that isn’t funny!” Rainbow shouted.
“It’s no joke! I saw it with my own two eyes!” Discord growled as he slammed his fists on the table.
“Guys… I hate to say but he may be telling the truth. He isn’t using any gags, he’s serious.” Twilight sighed. “Take me to her cottage.
“Are you sure? It’s a pretty gruesome scene….” Discord said as he bit his lip, remembering her petrified face.
“You’re just saying that cuz you’re lying!” Rainbow shouted. As soon as those words left her mouth, Discord teleported them to the crime scene. Upon seeing the body, Rarity fainted momentarily, Applejack and Rainbow Dash threw up, and Pinkie’s mane deflated. Twilight was frozen in place. Her suspicions were right. She knew something would go wrong. Not doing anything lead to one of her best friends collapsed dead, body cold and empty.
“Fluttershy no!!” Pinkie screamed. Her mane was limp and straight, desaturated of all color.
“Oh my sweet Celestia! How could this happen? Why her!” Rarity shrieked while she was helped up by Applejack.
“This can’t be true. This just can’t be…” AJ sobbed as she hugged Rainbow Dash who was crying her eyes out while vomiting. She knew Fluttershy since flight school, so she took it very hard. Everyone was a crying fit, tears flooding the floor. Nopony knew what to do. All they wanted to do was cry.
“We are gathered here to mourn the loss of the courageous and kind Fluttershy.” Celestia said as she guided the funeral. It had been 3 weeks since Fluttershy died. Everyone’s moods were the lowest they’ve ever been; nopony has ever experienced a loss of a friend before, after all.
A week ago, everybody was absolutely devastated. Rarity and Rainbow dash locked themselves in their houses. AJ hadn’t come out of bed since seeing the body. She was heavily traumatized and wouldn’t do anything if it meant interacting with animals. Twilight felt guilty for her death. She thought that if she could have helped her home or had her stay over she could have prevented this.
Pinkie was completely desaturated to the point where she wasn’t even pink anymore. Her iconic poofy hair went limp and straight. Discord had it the worst though. His first friend who trusted him over anything was no more. Nobody has seen him since her death. The mood at the funeral, however, was a lot lighter than before.
Celestia allowed anyone who wanted to speak say a few words about her. Rarity commented on her generosity towards animals, Rainbow Dash spoke about her bravery, and Discord lectured about how she was the only pony who ever trusted him and his intentions. Everyone sat together in silence as they honored their beloved friend.
After the ceremony, they lowered her corpse into the earth, surrounded by her best friends. She was buried in a secluded forest, just the way she would have liked it. The princesses released butterflies and had them soar above her grave in different patterns. After decorating her gravestone with various flowers, everyone sat in the long, pillowy grass next to it.
“Y’know, we shouldn’t be sad.” Pinkie Pie said.
“What do you mean? Our friend just died!” Rainbow shouted at Pinkie, agitated with her insensitive comment.
“I know. We can grieve all we want but we can’t stay sad. Fluttershy would want us to be happy!” Pinkie continued, teary eyed. “We should remember all the happy times we had with her.
“She’s right. We can’t live feeling like this forever.” Twilight sniffled. “Remember when she got over her fear of dragons to save Equestria from a blanket of smoke?”
“Yeah. Remember when we first met her and she barely said a word until she saw me?” Spike giggled.
Rarity chuckled. “Remember when Photo Finish bombarded her with attention she didn’t even want?”
Everyone sighed. They didn’t know what the Fluttershy-less future held for them, but they knew one thing. That they still had each other. Fluttershy would want them to be happy and to continue being friends.
After reminiscing about the past and all of the fun times they’ve had, It was time to leave. As everyone else was walking away, Discord stayed behind.
“You comin’, Discord?” Spike asked.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in a second.” Discord sighed.
“Goodbye, Fluttershy. I love you.”
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Capper and Rarity's picnic is ruined by sudden, stormy weather. But they manage to find a place to wait out the storm.
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 19 - 20 2024</b></p></div><p>Capper and Rarity have been dating for a while now, but haven't exactly gone all the way. They wanted to take their time, despite both being quite horny people. Enjoying a lovely picnic date, the mare notices coming storm clouds. Confused, she calls Rainbow Dash, who apologizes, stating that the weather schedule of mixed up, and they need to fit a week's worth of storms in a day. Frustrated, the two flee from the rain. But unable to get back to her house, they take shelter in a nearby gazebo, and decide to wait out the storm. While in there, and away from anyone who could walk in on them, the two lovers decide to enjoy themselves. </p><p>Derpibooru: <span class="spoiler">1584799</span><br/>Commissioned for <a href="/user/256345/zetasquadron94" rel="nofollow">zetasquadron94</a></p>
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It was another beautiful day in Equestria. The weather patrol had ensured a bright and shining day, with a gentle, cool summer breeze to kiss along the many denizens of the town. And in the local park, on a grassy hill, a pair were sitting on a large picnic blanket, with an even larger umbrella that cast a great shadow over the two relaxing. Rarity, the beautiful and noble lady was having a delightful picnic with Capper, the dashing and suave abyssian, whom she had met on a great adventure a few months ago. Since then, the two had become close, very close. Frequently going to the spa, in between her own weekly trips with Fluttershy, as well as going out to a number of fine restaurants from Canterlot to Manehatten.
Dressed in a deeper alabaster white, summer suit, Rarity was laying somewhat on her side, partially tilted upwards, all with a wide brimmed, matching hat. She was simply stunning and gorgeous, a pantsuit with a darling sunhat. It looked like something out of some summer fashion magazine. Capper was a little more casual. Though he had a taste for finer clothes, his usual suit, cap, and hat were adjusted for the weather. It was still the red greatcoat and cap he normally liked to wear, but made of a much thinner material to not make him overheat, but lacked the cape. Since they had an umbrella, he didn’t see the need to wear his top hat. Still, he looked as sophisticated and noble as the mare beside him did. This little date was a simple, yet elegant one; having a fine picnic on such a wonderful, summer day.
Occasionally they would sneak glances at the other, a subtle and playful or flirting they had adopted. As they sat on the picnic blanket, having some delicious drink, and finely made sandwiches, all with crisp cookies and small cakes. The two were having some chat, it was hard to say, but the two seemed to greatly enjoy each other’s company. They laughed and made merry as they gazed at each other. Truely, it was a wonderful, great day. But then, there was a change in the wind. It was subtle at first, but then the wind started to pick up. The air turned colder, and clouds were beginning to form and darken. Concerned, Rarity reached into her purse, pulling out her cellphone. Dialing the number, the ringing gave way to the familiar voice of her friend, Rainbow Dash.
“Rainbow, darling. You said today would be perfect summer weather.” Rarity commented, looking up at the sky, seeing more and more pegasi begin to push more and more darkening clouds together. “Right now, I’m seeing the sky get dark, it’s getting cold, and I think it’s going to rain.”
“Oh right, yeah. Sorry about that.” Rainbow replied, sounding apologetic in her tone. “I was looking at last week’s schedule and only found out now. So we gotta push this summer rain pretty fast.”
“Summer rain?” Rarity replied, looking up at the growing dark clouds, and the wind slowly grew in scale and strength. “It feels like you’re about to send a storm to us.”
“Well…okay, well it was actually supposed to rain all week. So we’re gonna be trying to get about a week’s worth of rain in like a day.” Rainbow replied, moving her phone away from her ear as Rarity began yelling something at her. “Look, I’m sorry, but I gotta do this. So just…I don’t know, run home and stay inside for the rest of the day.” Before Rarity could say more, she hung up on her.
Rarity was trembling in annoyance and frustration, clutching her phone as she stared up at the coming clouds. Capper, who didn’t want to make it any worse, had already begun to quickly clean up the picnic. But the moment either of them felt a single drop of rain strike them, the two realized it was too late. The wind suddenly blew up a strong gale, tossing the umbrella to the sky, and far out of their reach, and now all they could do was make a run for it. The rain came down as if the weather patrol was planning to drown Ponyville in the heavy torrent of water. Thankfully, before the thick and heavy downpour really took off, Capper was able to take Rarity under his arms, and run the both of them to the closest shelter he could spot, a well constructed gazebo.
The wooden structure was big, well crafted of a fine, darkened wood that wrapped around an elevated platform. And while it was a big structure, the most iconic looking thing about it was the massive mattress-like cushion in the middle of it. It was like a lowered futon, or some large bed without a frame. Capper was curious as to why such a thing was there, but given how the rain was starting to really come down heavily, he didn’t have time to ask questions. Instead, he ran as far and hard as he could before the two of them could get too wet. Thankfully, his legs were able to carry the both of them in, just as the storm really picked up.
“I swear, if it’s not the Wonderbolts, or Daring Do, that mare has clouds for brains!” Rarity snapped in annoyance, being gracefully lowered on a nearby cushion. “When I get my hands on her, I’ll-”
“Well, let’s wait out the storm first.” Capper calmly interrupted, sitting down beside the mare. “Come on, it wasn’t a bad picnic.” He then gestured to the heavy rain. “And look at that rain, it’s so thick, I don’t anypony can see us.” Rarity blushed a little at his words.
“Well, I suppose that’s true.” Rarity replied, adjusting her mane as she looked out towards Ponyville. “Nopony would dare go out there. And if Rainbow is trying to get a week's worth of rain in a day, we’ll be here for a while.”
“What is this anyways?” Capper asked, looking at the gazebo. “Why does a gazebo have a bed?”
“It’s actually a cushioned bench, and they’re quite common.” Rarity corrected, only for her lips to curl into a playful smile. “Especially in couple’s gazebos.” Capper blushed when he realized what she meant.
“So, I guess there’s nothing to do…” Capper smirked, reaching over to place a hand on Rarity’s shoulder. Pulling her closer to him, he purred seductively. “...but to wait…” Rarity blushed again.
“You’re such a naughty cat.” Rarity giggled, nuzzling her head a little against him. “Can’t even wait for us to get home.” Capper blushed, the two having not done anything too far yet, aside from intense flirting.
“I mean, as much as I’d love to see you all nice and wet…” Capper snickered, thinking for a moment about how the mare would look so drenched. “I’m not exactly a fan of the rain either.”
“Well, a half drowned cat isn’t exactly the most attractive of sights.” Rarity giggled, placing a hand gently on Capper’s chest, rubbing him a little. “But I suppose we’ll just have to make due with what we have.”
“Already getting frisky?” Capper purred again, smirking at the mare. “Maybe you planned for this?” He reached with his other hand, rubbing on the fine cushion of the seat they were on. “Wasn’t this your small couch at one point?”
“Capper, please. I am a lady. And a lady is ready for anything.” Rarity replied, smirking back as she looked up at him. “I daresay, even if I did somehow plan to have our picnic ruined by the rain, I would’ve been a little more clever in my-” Capper darted forward into a kiss. But as Rarity pulled her head up, he drew back but as he did so, she kissed him back. “Sorry, darling. But you’ll have to be much quicker to catch me off-” In her momentary distraction, he managed to plant a kiss on her lips.
“Didn’t plan for that, did you?” Capper smirked, making the mare’s face become red in a blush. “Oh well, whatever the case, we might as well enjoy ourselves.”
Capper purred and Rarity moaned a little from their shared embrace. His soft paws explored her body a little, slipping into her clothes. She shuddered and cooed at the feeling. He had such skilled hands, and the softness only added to the pleasure it brought to her. Equally, Capper enjoyed the way Rarity was moaning, the soft and yet erotic sounds only seemed to tingle at his senses, tickling his ears, which flicked a little, and drove him on to further enjoy her. He loved how this felt, even if this was their first time going so far. But it seemed that his enjoyment was being taken a little too far. Whether he meant it or not, his claws came out of his paws, cutting, tearing, and quickly shredding away the mare’s top, revealing more of her alluring chest.
“Darling…” Rarity gasped a little. “Such a beast…” Her eyes fluttered. “Keep going…”
Rarity’s bodily beauty made his eyes widen in splendor of seeing her body. It was a slender and wondrous looking shade of white that would almost seem to glow in the sunlight. But even in this heavy downpour, there was just a captivating feeling that Capper could feel as he marveled at his lover’s slender, and yet equally voluptuous body. From her smooth looking neck, down along her chest, over her slim belly, and then to her supple and soft looking hips. This mare was an alluring, beautiful, and all around the most spectacular mare Capper had ever known, and her goddess-like form only made him feel more and more aroused and eager. Rarity didn’t have the largest tits of the mares in Ponyville. If anything, her body type was pretty average, but to Capper, they were the most beautiful he had ever seen.
Her breasts were supple enough to give a confident bump to them, all with sensitive, perky nipples that trembled in the cool air of this rainy weather and wind. Licking his lips, Capper leaned in, kissing again at her lips, only to slowly work his way down her neck. Not sure if it was the passion, or his abyssian instincts, but he carefully and gently bit at her neck. The momentary sharpness of his fang caused her to tense up, gasping and whimpering, but then the softness of his paws as they began to fondle and rub along her breasts brought out more moans of pleasure. While it hurt a little, she loved and trusted the cat, letting him give her the passionate embrace.
“Such a strong, vulgar brute…” Rarity cooed, reaching around to carefully and slowly remove Capper’s clothes. She loved how he was taking such an initiative with her, and her body was only getting hotter with each passing moment he was touching and exploring her body. “I can’t get enough of you, my love.”
Starting with his top, she slowly stated to pull at his shirt. Carefully tugging at it, Rarity slipped him from it, making him chuckle as he felt her fingers slowly beginning to explore him. After that, she hesitated a little at his pants, but otherwise continued, cooing as she was set to undress him completely. Capper didn’t stop her, and felt his own arousal only continuing to grow with each passing moment. Rarity licked her lips, eager to see her lover’s body, and to savor the sights of his attractive splendor as well. Once he was more undressed than before, she started running her hands through his soft, poofy fur, cooing at the texture of it. Her fingers tingled as she felt him up, loving how soft he was, wishing she could just have this cuddle against her all the time.
Capper purred, shivering as a tingle ran down his spine. It was like Rarity was petting him, and while he wasn’t some simple house cat, she certainly knew the right places to rub those delicate fingers on him. Letting out their sweet sounds, the two continued this soft fondling, and slowly built up foreplay. Capper’s hands explored more of Rarity’s chest, slowly kissing his way down her neck, and then towards her boobs. As soon as he chose which one, he was quick to gently lick and suckle on the nipple. His rough, feline tongue was able to brush and tingle along this sensitive nipple, making Rarity moan out, petting and hugging her lover even closer to her than before. It felt so good, making her pussy slowly become wetter, which Capper could smell through the rest of her clothes.
“Capper…such a strong…strong tongue…” Rarity panted, cooing as she rubbed the back of Capper’s head. “It feels…so…so good…”
“Anything for my lady…” Capper chuckled, his voice somewhat muffled from the boob in his mouth. “I can’t hold it in. I need you…”
“Then take me, I’m all yours.” Rarity replied, laying back on this soft cushioning. “I want to see more of my wild beast.”
Grabbing at her clothes, Rarity tore at the rest of the fine fabric. The sound of the cloth tearing away tingled at Capper’s ears, making them flick a little. The mare cooed and moaned, feeling a sense of arousal as she was doing something no one would’ve ever expected her to do. Deciding to help, Capper clawed at the mare’s clothes, ripping away more and more of it, making his lover moan out. It was somewhat of a fetish of hers to be at the mercy of such a savage animal, to have her fine, well made clothes be torn, leaving her bare and exposed. Whenever the abyssian would rip at the fabric, the unicorn moaned out as if she was going to cum as soon as she was naked in front of him.
Nopony would ever suspect this mare had a thing for her clothes being torn from her, especially by such a big, strong beast of a lover. This kink was making her so hot, so wet, and her nipples were trembling hard and twitching as the faint cool air from the heavy rain was tingling along her body. Removing the rest of her clothes, she showed off her alluring, dazzling form to the abyssian, making his eye widen from the sheer beauty of her soft curves and succulent, sweet smelling sex. Equally, when Capper removed his own clothes, Rarity couldn’t help but moan in arousal as she took in his strong, slender form before her. Though his shirt had been ripped in the mare’s eagerness, his coat, and pants were largely left unharmed. Capper was quite muscular, despite his slenderness. He wasn’t by any means lanky, nor did his soft fur give off the impression that he was fat or the least bit chunky.
“Come, ravage me, claim me as yours.” Rarity moaned, her seductive voice echoing in Capper’s ears. “I want my darling’s beautiful cock inside.” Steam almost spewed from the abyssian’s ears, his mind seemed to be slowly shutting down, and his instincts were taking over.
As soon as Rarity lay on her back, Capper all but leapt at her. Now laying over her, the two continued their moaning, making out. They further touched and explored each other, but Capper’s abyssian cock was swelling and growing bigger and bigger. Reaching down under her lover, Rarity felt this dick, the way it was twitching, throbbing, and leaking out small beads of precum. She was getting so hot and ready for him, and her pussy was so soaking wet from it. She wanted to feel him inside her. Even as it was being pointed at her hot sex, the mare’s pussy was already trembling in anticipation for it. Reaching down a little further, his large, fluffy balls gave as clear an indication as she could understand, that he must have an excessive amount of hot spunk inside him, and soon enough, Rarity was going to have him pump load after load inside her.
But there was no need to rush, Capper wanted to give his lover what a lady such as herself deserved. Lowering himself, he positioned himself in a kneeling manner. Grabbing at Rarity’s legs, he rubbed along to her thighs as he spread them open, getting a much better look at her hot and delicious looking pussy lips. They quivered as he continued to stare at them, making the mare whimper and coo as she started fidgeting slightly. Licking his lips, Capper couldn’t hold himself back and leaned in. If Rarity was about to say anything, nothing came, only the sound of her sultry moans were leaving her lips as she felt the abyssian’s tongue ran from the bottom of her pussy lips, to the top, ending as he flicked at her clit. She gasped from the feeling, moaning as the rough texture of this tongue was sending her sweet and sensitive spot into a frenzy of pleasure.
“Capper…Capper…right there…like that…keep going…” Rarity cooed, speaking in a panting tone as she reached down to gently pet at the top of his head. “Eat that pussy. Show a lady what a gentleman you are.”
Capper continued to eat out his lover, all the while slowly stroking him off as he savored the sweet flavor of his mare’s hot, soaking sex. Rarity’s chest was pounding hard, hammering as her insides were slowly getting tighter. She was going to cum soon, and she knew that being this pent-up, she was going to scream in such an unlady-like manner. Though she was somewhat hopeful the heavy rain would muffle any whorish sounds she would make, she didn’t want to take any chances. Though it was hard to maintain much focus from all the pleasure she was feeling, she ignited her horn, trying to get some sound dampening spell to surround the gazebo. Capper, not noticing, continued to give his lover a much more passionate tonguefucking. As soon as he shoved his rough, abyssian tongue into her warm snatch, the pleasure spiked within her.
Rarity gasped out, her magic was still incomplete and was starting to misfire. Rather than some sound dampening spell, something else seemed to happen as she twitched and tightened up as she felt herself unable to hold herself back. Her smooth, white thighs pressed against the sides of Capper’s head, nearly crushing him as he tongue was being tightly clamped within her. As well as this, he felt himself getting so hot, and his cock was twitching and leaking like crazy as he was feeling himself getting so aroused, it was like he had somehow been put into an induced rutt. Rarity took several moments to come down from her orgasm, laying in her afterglow as she sprayed her sweet nectar all over Capper’s tongue and face. Pulling back, he licked at his lips, savoring the sweetness of her flavor while slowly standing up.
“Darling, how could you make me spray out like some cheap harlot?” Rarity cooed playfully, looking at him with a lustful expression. “If you’re going to make me squirt like a whore, then I expect to be treated like a whore.” With that, she opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out.
Capper smirked, knowing what this horny mare had in mind. Getting up, he walked over to the other side of her, stroking his cock slowly, marveling at how she couldn’t look away from it. As soon as he placed it on her tongue, Rarity immediately started to pivot her head to start sucking him off. The abyssian smirked, purring a little as he adjusted himself to start facefucking his lover’s throat. Rarity moaned a muffled, whorish sound as she was taking this hard, long cock. Her tongue flicked and slathered along the soft, flexible spines that ran along this dick, which only added to the pleasure coursing through Capper’s body. He was panting, feeling as if she was going to get him to cum hard and fast.
“Rarity…some lady you are…” Capper teased, knowing how much Rarity enjoyed being degraded when she was sucking dick. “What sort of lady knows how to take dick like that? No, no, no. You’re not a lady…” He leaned in to whisper. “You’re a slut…” The mare moaned more, her already sensitive pussy starting to spasm at his words. “A whore…a pathetic, little harlot…who would fuck any man who gave your tight, fat ass any attention…”
Rarity was sucking him off even harder now, she could feel herself almost getting ready to cum again at these harsh words. Capper wasn’t normally a dominating person, but he knew what his lover liked to hear during sex, and so he was more than happy to play along. She loved this feeling, the chance to just let go, discard the lady-like persona she’s worked so hard on, and to be the cock loving bitch she had always fantasized about. Her body submitted to Capper, she was all his, and he could use her however he wanted. The pleasure was more than mutual, as the abyssian could feel his cock throbbing hard in her mouth, getting close to cumming. Humping a little hard, he bottomed out in her throat, holding himself in place, but biting hard at his lower lip to stop himself from cumming.
“You’re such a messy mare. But I’m not gonna waste my load on your mouth.” Capper playfully teased, licking at his lips a little more before he walked around to spread Rarity’s legs again. “But I think you should have something else before we get to the main event.” Before the mare could even ask what he had in mind, she felt his slick cockhead poke at her ponut.
“You rascal, you villainous rogue. You would take a pure maiden in such a naughty place? And out here, in the open?” Rarity cooed, the heavy blush, and slutty smile on her face contradicting her words. “Darling, are you planning to treat me like some harlot?” Capper smirked, blushing a little, which made the mare tremble. “Capper, my love…don’t hold back…” She was far too turned on now to care about anything, and slowly moaned out as she felt the abyssian slowly start to wedge his thick, dripping size into her plump and soft tailhole. “So…so big…”
“Yeah, take it, bitch.” Capper huffed, playing into the role he knew Rarity loved. She moaned out, her anal canal tightening on this dick. She loved how good it felt, and only wanted more. “Oh yeah, keep moaning for me.” Reaching down, he groped at her fat tits, making her squeal out. “How does it feel to be fucked in the ass like that?”
“I love it, I love it, please…please…don’t stop…” Rarity moaned back, looking up at Capper with fluttering eyes as she was tightening on his length. Her tailhole was being teased by the spines along his cock, adding to the exotic pleasure rippling through her. “Keep fucking me…ravage me, darling. Fuck my ass, fuck my ass harder…with your big, juicy, abyssian…fucking dick!”
“Is my slut going crazy from my non-pony dick?” Capper asked, laughing a little as he continued pumping himself as much as he could. He was going to cum soon though, the way her mouth had brought him close, and now her asshole was going to get him all the way over. Biting more at his lower lip, he was trying to rein himself back in, but it was impossible. “Fuck, you’re making me cum. Your slutty asshole is making me cum.” Both of them gasped and moaned out in pleasure as the orgasmic bliss struck both of them.
Rarity’s pussy squirted out again, splattering against Capper’s lower belly, all while his cock buried itself so deep, he felt like he was fucking into the mare’s organs. His orgasm was big, not the biggest, but a hot and heavy one nonetheless. Rarity’s face was partially contorting in a sloppy look of pleasure as she could feel this abyssian’s deck flooding her with the thick ropes of his cum. Her belly was being filled with all this potent seed, and her insides were starting to swell from the amount being pumped inside her. The slow and steady bloating of her belly was making her get even hotter. But Capper wasn’t done yet, even as he pulled his cock slowly from his lover’s plump, not stuffed ponut, a good amount of his cum spilled out of her tailhole.
This was quite the surprise. Capper was a much more productive lover than anyone Rarity had known, but even this almost felt excessive. There was just so much cum, and the way her belly continued to swell from it was almost eye opening. Rarity cooed as she felt her lover’s cum fill into her, even as the excess was spilling out from Capper’s removed cock. Her tailhole quivered, clamping a little from the lack of thick dick, and her body shuddered. She moaned, fluttering her eyes as she fidgeted slightly. She was so turned on, she wanted more, she needed to feel Capper continue to fuck her, to ravage her. And from the look in his eyes, he was thinking the exact same thing.
“Oh, don’t worry, we’re not done yet.” Capper chuckled, playfully smacking at Rarity’s tits and bulging belly, making her coo softly. “I still have to knock you up with my litter.” Whether or not he could actually impregnate her, neither of them knew, but it only added to the roleplay fetish of theirs. Repositioning himself to get more on top of her than before, he leaned in to give her a passionate kiss. She moaned in his mouth as his tongue licked inside for a moment. “Now then…shall we?” The mare cooed in agreement.
Lining up his still hard, oozing cock against Rarity’s soaking entrance, Capper rammed himself in as hard as he could. Rarity gasped out a breathless scream from how hard and deep his initial thrust, nearly cumming again from it. Not wanting to lose his momentum, the abyssian only started thrusting harder and faster, humping in and out of his lover’s soaking hole with each ounce of his strength. Reaching over, he pressed into her sides to steady his thrusts, digging his claws into her love handles. She moaned from the sharp pinch of his claws, which only added to the feeling of raw pleasure coursing through her. She couldn’t form a single thought, let alone a word. All that echoed through her head was the screams of her pleasure.
Capper couldn’t speak either, even to play as some dominating beast. Rarity’s pussy was just so good, the way it embraced him was just so tight, wet, and warm, that his dick was being clamped and embraced all at once. Every thrust took so much of his strength to push through her tight pussy, and how it was equally stretching and rubbing along all her most sweet and sensitive spots. Reaching up, she weakly clutched at his arms, as if to pull him closer to her, which Capper was more than happy to. The two made out, moaning in the other’s mouth as their tongues embraced the other. Their bodies were getting hotter, almost fuming out steam in the contrasting cool of the surrounding rainy air. They moaned, panted, cooed, gasped, and the abyssian was going to blow his biggest load soon. He was going to cum, she could feel it, her pussy becoming like a vice, as if he wasn’t allowed to pull out.
Rarity tried to speak, to moan some delightful, seductive, whorish sound. But all that came to her were soft moans, her loving, sultry cries as she pushed Capper over the edge. As if by instinct, he pulled his head back, only to then bring it down, biting at where the mare’s neck and shoulder met. She howled out in orgasmic pleasure, cumming her sloppy wetness as her face was twisted into a goofy, fucked silly smile, all with her fluttering, twitching cross eyes. The abyssian’s orgasm was as big as it was thick. Hot spunk burst from his throbbing, meaty cock, flooding down into the mare’s womb as her cervix welcomed him deep inside her. Within moments, her foal bearing place was filled with all of Capper’s seed. But he wasn’t close to empty yet.
Every throb of his cock as he was buried inside her pumped more and more thick, hot ropes of virile seed inside her. Rarity’s fertile womb eagerly accepted it, feeling as every inch of her insides were being saturated, coated in her lover’s spunk. But because of how tight she was against him, and how the spikes along his cock hardened a little, Capper couldn’t pull out, and the cum had nowhere to go but deep in her womb. Rarity moaned out, feeling as every spurt and pulse of cum filled, and filled, and filled her precious and loving place. Her belly swelled even more than before. Where as after being fucked in the ass, she looked like she had a fine meal, but now, adding in how much in her pussy, she looked like she was at the end of a pregnancy; bearing a herd of full grown foals.
The amount of cum being pumped into her, which made her belly grow and grow, was too much for Capper. Though it was within his abyssian instincts to remain orally clamped down on his lover’s neck, he couldn’t hold himself on as her belly was pushing him off. Within seconds, he not only was standing over her, but her belly had gotten so stuffed with cum, he could barely see the adorable, fucked silly smile on her sloppy, cumming face. Her tongue dangled, and her body was trembling from all the orgasms she was feeling.
This experience could only be described as the mare’s favorite fetish, mind broken. She wasn’t submitting to him, but she loved being so fucked full of his cum, that she could only twitch and gush out any excess spunk. Slowly, Capper pulled himself from Rarity’s pussy, where another smaller climax, even as she lay in the afterglow, was enough to cause a small spasm of his still steaming cum to gush out of her like a small fountain. So much so, some even managed to spray out into the rain. His claws nervously clutched at his pants, finding it to be the only clothes of his that wasn’t completely torn to shreds, and Rarity’s wasn’t much better.
“Well…I think…that’s all I got…in me…” Capper commented, panting and wheezing as he was all but on the verge of collapse as he tugged at the pants he was struggling to put on. “Fuck, that was hot.”
Rarity was still gurgling a little, with almost any words still stuck in her throat. Thankfully, she had a remarkably good recovery speed. It only took her a few minutes to somewhat come to her senses. She was still a bloated, cum filled mess, with still a vast amount of Capper’s seed spilling out of her. But she was able to somewhat get her wits about her again. Looking about, she could see, in her passions, she might have gone a little too far, destroying her clothes, and was now way too full of her lover’s spunk to really salvage much of it. Rarity’s magic reached for Capper’s red coat to wrap around herself. It wasn’t much, as most of her clothes were far too destroyed, but it was enough to cover herself for a quick run back to her house.
“You…you really drained me…” Capper chuckled, rubbing his head, he looked at her. “I never would’ve guessed you had it in you to clamp on me like that. Not to mention all those hot and sexy moans of yours.” Rarity blushed at the comment, giggling adorably.
“It’s only nature for a lady to know how to please her lover.” Rarity commented, smirking seductively at the abyssian. “You made such a mess inside me, you know. There’s so much cum.” She hoped the cum would spill out of her for easy clean up, the last thing she needed was a mess trailing them on the way to her house. “It’s so warm, deep inside me.” If he wasn’t still recovering, his cock might spring back to life at any moment. “Still, this was such a romantic affair, I dare say it was better than anything I could’ve imagined.”
“It was certainly making the best out of a bad situation.” Capper nodded, looking out into the rain. “You think if we call Rainbow, she’ll give us a half hour of no rain to get back to your house?”
“Oh? Eager for another round?” Rarity playfully asked, reaching out to delicately run a foot over Capper’s bulge, feeling it weakly twitch. “Feels like you might just need it.”
“I could never say no to you.” Capper playfully smirked, seeing that it would be maybe a few more hours before the rain would lighten up anyways. And he was starting to feel his second wind coming. “I guess we could go again, if you’re in the mood for it.” Tugging at the pants, he slowly pulled them down, pulling out his half erect cock. “Maybe I can fill you up all over again.” Rarity blushed at the comment, gently brushing aside her coat to lay there, eager to take her lover’s dick again.
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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Several months ago, the Rainbooms, Trixie Lulamoon and Starlight Glimmer were hanging out at Sunset Shimmer’s place. Sunset was showing the girls her cool new gaming room when, suddenly, a mysterious magical virus appeared and sucked them all into cyberspace.
While they were in cyberspace, the girls had a ton of fun and they even got new cyberspace suits/bodies. But then, they encountered the virus creatures and an evil virus that wanted to take over cyberspace. The Rainbooms, Trixie and Starlight teamed up and used the magic of friendship to defeat the virus. As a reward for saving cyberspace, the King and Queen of Digi-tonia gave the girls digital computer chip medals that they could use to go to cyberspace whenever they wanted.
After their adventure in cyberspace, the girls were happy to be home safe and sound.
Several months later, in the present day in Cyberspace, a group of scientists have discovered the remains of the virus’ airship filled with all types of cybernetic gear (swords, armor, laser guns, etc.)
“Man, these kids really saved us from that evil virus.” a scientist named Stephanie said. “Do you think we could meet them again soon?” she said.
“Maybe, but we might meet them.” another scientist named Bob said. “Imagine, a group of humans, fighting to save us from a virus with brains, brawn and magic, I mean what is this? They are wearing cyberspace suits that fuse with their bodies forming their cyberspace bodies, we have the data of the whole fight. They’re also really skillful and strategic…” he said, until he found the remains of the cybernetic gear (swords, armor, laser guns, etc.) from the ship formerly owned by the virus and had an idea… “Say, what if we take the remains of the weapons from the gear and give them an upgrade and create our own armor from the remains of the armor, called “Cyberspace Armor?” he asked.
“That’s a good idea! but that will have to wait. We have to get to headquarters for our top secret assignment project here at Cyberlab.” the scientist said. “I hope the cyberspace government will love our project then,” he said.
“That’s what the top secret assignment is about!” Stephanie cheered. “This will help us get a good raise, but first, we need to show it to our boss, then we might get promoted, become successful scientists and become billionaires.”
“Yeah, but it must be top secret. We don’t want to cause trouble in cyberspace.” Bob said.
“Yeah. That's the rule.” Stephanie said.
Somewhere, in the Cyberspace city, lives an organization that specializes and creates new technology for Cyberspace defense teams, including the Cyberspace government. That organization is a non-government organization, called “Cyberlab”. They organize and specialize new futuristic weapons, futuristic high-tech vehicles and testing other brands for their work and are famous for their brands outside the Cyberspace government, Cyber Vision Goggles (Apple Vision Styled), Cyber Watch and other brands. Their CEO, Bill Jobs, founded this company with his colleagues. Bill was a child prodigy and was creating futuristic weapons, futuristic armor and vehicles for the Cyberspace government, including the Cyberspace Police and the Cyberspace Bureau of Investigation and Cyber S.W.A.T. Stephanie And Bob work for Cyberlab and decided to show their presentation to Bill and the Board.
“Gentlemen, this is our presentation… of our new project, called: Project Cyber Armor.” Stephanie explained. “Now, as you know, throughout the years of the early days of technology many of our best pilots, soldiers and military leaders…often go their entire careers without ever seeing battle. But with Project: Cyber Armor, our best Cyber Soldiers will be able to protect themselves from dangerous threats lurking in Cyberspace.” She explained. “We’ve found the perfect candidates for the test project, Meet Sunset Shimmer and her friends, The Rainbooms. Now, Sunset is not from cyberspace, but from the real world, with a tragic past, but she got over it and made many friends. Her friends have come and saved cyberspace from the virus they fought several months ago. Sunset here, is not one of them from cyberspace and was awarded with these medals that allow them to go back to the real world from here, but she is an avid gamer, who runs a YouTube channel called “ShimmerCode” where she plays games with one of her friends. When she and her friends are in cyberspace, they wear one-piece outfits that are jumpsuits/bodysuits that fuses their skin, which becomes their new bodies that don't come off when they're in the computer world; these new outfits are actually their cyberspace skin.” Bob said. “But anyway, when wearing the new Cyber Armor, the experiment in these 9 or 10 subjects… fuse their cyber bodies, they’ll become fighting cyber warriors with enhanced weapons, powers and incredible skills and abilities.” He explained.
Bill and the board were impressed with the presentation of the scientists’ Project: Cyber Armor and gave them permission. “That was incredible!” He cheered. “Project: Cyber Armor will be the next generation of Cyberdefense here in Cyberspace. With it, every cybermen and women from the Cyberspace Government can protect themselves and the world from evil viruses and other threats.”
But what they don’t know is that a mysterious rogue virus (resembling Juniper Montage’s corrupted form, Juniper Monstar) overheard them talking about the project.
“Hmm, Cyber Armor… huh?” she said, “Looks like when the power is mine, Cyberspace will bow to me!”
It will take a miracle to defeat the Juniper Monstar styled virus and prevent her from claiming her place as ruler of Cyberspace. If Juniper Monstar Virus wins the war, Cyberspace will fall under darkness and evil forces!
To be continued...
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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Project: Cyber Armor was one of Cyberlab’s most ambiguous experiments and one of the most secretive. After a few days of extensive testing on the inhabitants of the Cyberspace government, the armor finally materialized and the scientists needed someone from the human world to test it out and that’s where Sunset and her friends came in. So, the scientists from Cyberlab came to the real world through their own technology, similar to the medals the girls have gotten from King Mark and Queen Melissa, to find them.
Meanwhile in the real world, Sunset under “Shimmercode”, was playing a game while doing a game walkthrough with her friends. Just then, a portal appeared outside Sunset’s home where the Scientists have arrived in the real world and analyzed the place where Sunset lives.
“Yup, this is the place. Sunset Shimmer’s apartment.” Stephanie said in her real world form, resembling a real world government official/scientist.
“Do you think she’s nice? We don’t want to scare her.” Bob said.
“Rules are rules, so we need to obey the rules of CyberLab Industries,” said Stephanie.
“OK, we have our remaining members that came with us, Yuri, Austin, Kent, and Christopher. Now, we just have to get in.” Bob said.
In Sunset Shimmer’s apartment, She and the others were still playing their Shimmercode video game live stream, having a good time while Sunset was still raging from the game trying to win, win, win. Before she could calm down and end the livestream, the doorbell rang. It was the scientists of Cyberlab industries in a serious manner.
“Sunset Shimmer from Shimmercode?” Bob asked.
“Yeah, that’s me.” Sunset asked. “What’s wrong?”
“We need you and your friends to come with us, please.” Stephanie said.
“Okay… can something tell me what’s going on? I still have my medal that I have had since my first adventure in Cyberspace, fought an evil virus, made friends and all that, but I haven’t done anything wrong!” Sunset said, shocked.
She didn’t expect someone to come and need her and the others for something. She thinks it would be a normal day. Boy, is she wrong.
Before she could continue, the game machine would turn back on and the portal to cyberspace would open automatically without the need of the medals. The scientists and the Equestria Girls) would then be sucked in without the need of the medals, despite bringing their medals and their geodes with them. The camera would remain on when they get sucked in and through the portal. They put the camera on themselves as the binary code forms the suits/digitized bodies on themselves, except the scientists.
A few moments later, they arrive in Cyberspace. The Equestria Girls including the scientists are back in their digitized bodies/suits as the girls regain consciousness.
“Well, we’re back in cyberspace, again.” Rainbow said, looking at her digitized body.
“Shucks, brings back memories.” Applejack said.
“Oooh…I’m back to being digitized again!” Pinkie said in glee.
“Well, this is just great…” Trixie said, flattered.
“I’m back to being green again.” Starlight said.
“So, what do you want with us now?” asked Sunset.
“Yeah, why are we here in Cyberspace?” Sci-Twi said.
“I hope it’s not bad.” Princess Twilight said.
“Sorry to scare you, but we’re from Cyberlab Industries here in Cyberspace.” Stephanie said. “We’d like to take you here for a tour and why you were chosen for this project.”
Moments later, the Equestria Girls arrived at CyberLab Industries and took a tour around the whole facility.
“And so, this is our test facility, where we test the latest and upcoming technology that’s coming soon in the future.” Stephanie said. “This is the upcoming project that we’re working on: Project Cyber Armor.”
“Project: Cyber wha–?” asked Pinkie.
“Project: CYBER Armor.” Austin said, correcting her. “The upcoming project that will be made for emergency defense for our Cyberspace soldiers. Since you girls are transformed in those digital bodysuits when visiting our world, we need to do some additional testing and research on your transformed digital bodies to see why they are suitable and compatible with “Project: Cyber Armor.” he explained.
“Tests and research?” Sci-Twi asked.
“What kind of testing and research?” Princess Twilight asked further.
“Your skills, abilities and digital body samples (lab tests, digital bloodwork) and the acute physical & mental skills needed to operate the Cyber Armor bio hardware are extremely rare.Three-dimensional special orientation.motor reaction and adaptation capability.Anatomical stress resistance.field-motion recoveryPanic-control reflexes.Liquid-immersion capabilities.Horizon-line recovery timeAnatomical flexibility.Disruptive motor coordination.Basic lung capacity.Environment resistance.Body scanetc…
“Now that is a lot of tests! This is a challenge we can ever imagine!” Rainbow exclaimed. “We’re in! Well, girls?” she asked the others.
“If that’s a risk that we’re about to take… we’re in.” Fluttershy said.
“The Great And Powerful Trixie is about to take that challenge!” Trixie said.
“Let’s get these tests started!” Pinkie said in glee.
“I’m in.” Starlight answered.
“We’ll do it.” Princess Twilight said.
“Count me in.” Sci-Twi said.
“Okay… we’ll do it… for Cyberspace.” Sunset said…
“Good.” Stephanie said. “Can I have your computer medals that you got from your last visit? I’m about to install Project: Cyber Armor on them with the blank hidden button on your medals.” she asked.
To be continued…
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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After accepting the offer, the girls went into the testing room labs, there, the girls have started taking the tests, while taking the tests, the girls heard an alarm, suddenly, some holographic blueprints of the spandex uniforms that project in front of them, the waves and splashes of digitized liquid that shoots out of the blueprints into their bodies. The liquid hardens to form into spandex bikinis.
“Okay, this reminds me of the beach.” Sunset said, looking at her spandex lab bikini.
“Don’t worry, this is for your own protection. Kent said. “CyberLab duties.”
Just like that, the girls went through tests, body scans, research and blood lab work. [Three-dimensional spatial orientation (rolling/spinning steel ball exam) - Pinkie PieMotor reaction and adaptation capability (laser dodging) - Starlight GlimmerAnatomical stress resistance (speakers blare out loud sounds at sudden moments) - Rainbow DashField-motion recovery (chin-ups with weights strapped to legs) - ApplejackPanic-control reflexes (facing their fears) - FluttershyLiquid-immersion capabilities (water tank survival) - Sunset ShimmerHorizon-line recovery time (skydiving simulator with sudden fan stops) - Sci-TwiAnatomical flexibility (flexibility testing) - Pinkie PieDisruptive motor coordination (kitchen simulator with sudden blackouts) - Trixie LulamoonBasic lung capacity (a spirometry test) - Sunset ShimmerEnvironment resistance (dark, spooky forest simulation) - Princess Twilight SparkleBody Scan & Lab Tests - The Equestria Girls
After such intensive tests, the scientists gathered and examined the data.
“Their scores are too high to measure.” Stephanie said.
“According to the results, Their agility, athleticism, strategy, bravery and coordination are giving them the extra reflex and coordination skills.” Bob explained.
“It doesn’t matter!” Kent said. “Sorry. It’s just that those girls are really skilled.”
“Look, I don't trust them either, okay?” Yuri said “But it's not like we have a whole line of other qualified candidates just stretching 'round the corner, now, do we?” She asked.
“We don’t have any other choice, the girls need to take this final simulation test before they start the DNA transformation bonding of Project: Cyber Armor.”
“It’s risky, but we have to do it. The future of cyberspace is in danger, and we need all the resources and data we need to make this project successful.” Stephanie said.
Meanwhile in the rogue virus’ lair, the virus was planning with something to get data on the armor.
“Hmm, so this armor is the most powerful, huh? Says that it has incredible powers and technology equipped with AI, weaponry and vehicles, huh?” The rogue virus said. “Once I have this technology, the whole Cyberspace will be mine! These girls will pay for what they did to my BFF, the Demon Sunset virus!” she said in anger. “Well, my faithful Monstar bugs, it's time we go and hack CyberLab Industries!”
Back in Cyberlab, the girls are ready for their final test; this final test is a teamwork test, a test that shows how much their friendship is united, and powerful.
“So, this is the friendship test, huh?” Sunset said.
“Yup.” Stephanie said. “This test is to show how much your friendship has bonded with each other, not fighting each other, not arguing with each other and other things. If you pass, it’s time we do the DNA bonding sequence with the armor.”
“Well, yeah. We have been friends since the beginning, ever since the Fall Formal incident in 2013 and the Battle of the Bands incident in 2014.” Rainbow explained. “We’ve been in tight spots and our friendship will never die!” she said in seriousness.
“Good!” Stephanie said. “Well, this test is a simulated monster battle! You 10, against an army of alien soldiers!”
“Ha!” Rainbow scoffed as she touched the alien, revealing that it was holographic projection, unaware of them completely solid . “It’ll be a piece of–” she continued as the simulated alien attacked her. “A piece of cake.” she continued.
“Well, we’ll have to do this the hard way!” Starlight said.
“Ready girls?” Sunset said.
“Ready!” The Equestria Girls said.
“CHARGE!” Princess Twilight yelled as they attacked the alien simulations.
With that, the others activated their geodes, summoned their weapons from Rachel and her friends from their last adventure, and got ready for battle in the simulation.
The 7 girls used their geode powers while the other 3 used their own skills to fight the aliens, similar to the fights they had from their past experience from their adventures. Sci-Twi used her geode’s power to freeze time to manipulate the aliens, while Rainbow Dash used her superspeed with her jetpack cannon to blast the aliens and Applejack used her glowing lasso combined with her super strength to pummel these aliens. Sunset used her magic staff with a mix of her karate moves including her geode power to create powerful attacks. Rarity used her digital whip and her magical geode shield to create powerful bigger shields to defend the virus bugs.
Meanwhile, Trixie, Starlight & Princess Twilight were also fighting the aliens with their combat and teamwork skills.
Just as they thought the girls had defeated the simulated aliens, the simulated aliens did something really crazy: They fused their bodies into one powerful alien!
“Okay, this isn’t something we haven’t seen before!” Rainbow said.
“Fusion?! Now that’s freaky!” Pinkie said, panicking.
“Don’t panic! We know how to deal with these things!” Sunset calmed everyone. “It’s time for a convergence attack!”
The girls knew what Sunset meant. The 7 girls activated their geodes, held hands together and became united as they fired a rainbow laser beam at the fused alien. One impact to the alien causes it to explode into digital smithereens.
“I knew it. They passed the test.” Stephanie said.
“Well, great, we can do the transformation test and the DNA bonding sequence right now,” said Yuri.
To be continued…
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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At the lab, The girls are ready for their transformation test of Project: Cyber Armor. The girls were really nervous, and are still in their Cyberspace forms. Just then, Yuri gave them their medals and gave them instructions about activating the armor.
“Okay, this is it. To activate your armor, you just push the hidden function on your medals that you got from your last visit.” Stephanie explained. “Since you’re in your cyberspace forms, the armor will fuse your cyberspace bodies, causing your molecular structure to become one with the armor.”
“Project Cyber Armor DNA transformation sequence test initiated.” said Bob, initiating the transformation test.
The girls hold their medals and push the Cyberspace Armor button (the hidden function), causing a flash of light to appear to engulf them to begin the whole transformation sequence. Suddenly, the armor starts to disappear as pieces of their armor are placed on their Cyberspace bodies/suits from their feet up to their heads where helmets are formed. As the armor forms on them, digitized orbs started forming around the girls.
Suddenly, the transformation is complete and the girls are now suited up in their armor. Inside the armor, the Equestria Girls are teleported inside a magic bubble within a Tenkai Knights-like void resembling that of a motherboard, where they’ll control their armor within. The girls groaned after their first transformation and wondered where they were.
“Cyber Armor: Online.” said Stephanie.
“OK… Where are we?” Sunset asked woozily.
The voice said, “Cyber Armor Sunset, your current location is: CyberLab Industries, Cyberspace.”
“Huh? Who said that?” Sunset replied, as she’s trying to get used to her new environment inside her armor.
“I am your AI system.” the voice said.
“Well, that explains everything.” Rainbow said. “Besides, how did we end up in this place inside this armor?”
“It’s like we’ve become one with the armor.” Applejack said.
“Here’s an explanation: when you transform, your minds and your cyberspace bodies have fused with the armor, causing you to become the armor yourself.” The AI system said.
“Then, if your suspicions are right…” said Sci-Twi, as she touched her body. She and her friends' Cyberspace bodies are completely fused with their armor that is a mix of their skin, hair colors and their Cyberspace outfits/bodies. They also get belts that show their Cutie Marks on the center of their buckles.
“Pink armor? Oooh! I like pink!” Pinkie said.
“Well, I look gorgeous.” Rarity said, admiring her new armor. “This would give me an idea for a new fashion line.”
“I just wish that Angel would see me like this.” Fluttershy said looking at her armor.
“This armor is so… AWESOME!!!!” Rainbow said in amazement.
“Blue Armor? Well, Trixie is the great and Powerful Armored warrior now.” Trixie replied.
“I agree, This is a new change we have to adapt when we transform into our new cyberspace armor sequence. Besides, I like green. It’s my favorite color.” Starlight said.
“Starlight’s right.” Princess Twilight said. “We need to adapt this when we get used to it.”
“So, girls? How are you liking your new armor?” Bob said.
“Well, I hate to say this? But…” Sunset said.
“THE CYBER ARMOR REALLY ROCKS!” The Equestria Girls continued.
“They like it. So, the project really is a success.” Stephanie said as she pushed the button, causing the Equestria Girls to de-transform back into their original Cyberspace bodies.
“Hey, what gives?” Rainbow complained. “We’re just getting the hang of our new armor.”
“There are some modifications to the Armor. with some enhancements, weapons, and vehicles, the modifications will take a while, like about an hour or two. Same goes for the geode powers for the 7 of you who are wearing them.” Stephanie explained.
“Oh… Well, that explains everything…” Sunset said.
“You are to remain on standby unless a particular threat happens here.” Bob said.
“Okay. We’ll wait.” Sci-Twi said.
Meanwhile, the virus has almost reached the headquarters of CyberLab Industries, planning to get the schematics for the Cyber Armor sequence.
“Hmm, 1 or 2 hours, huh?” The virus said, sinisterly. “This will give me time to sneak into this place and get data from the armor! But first, time for a little disguise.”
She then uses her powers to disguise herself as a CyberLab Industries employee and smiles sinisterly, knowing that her plans will work.
To be continued…
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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Inside the building, the Juniper Monstar Virus appeared acting like an average normal employee, acting friendly and cheerful. What the employees didn’t know is that the employee at Cyberlab was the virus, finding secrets and schematics on the new Cyber Armor. She was walking to the top secret room and changed back to her true self, looking at the schematics and development of the Cyber Armor.
“Finally, after all these years, The armor will be mine!” said the virus sinisterly, claiming victory.
She used her finger to create a USB cord and plugged herself into the computer system. Just as she was about to download herself to Cyberlab Industries’ computers, she heard the alarm that just went off.
“Security breach in the Top Secret lab room.” said a security officer to Yuri through her communicator.
“Huh? Who is that?” Yuri said.
“It’s some kind of virus that looks like a diva.” The officer said.
“What?!” The Equestria Girls cried in unison.
“What’s going on?!” Starlight said.
“I can’t find any memories of that virus on my Geode!” Sunset replied.
“Well, whatever we can do, we’ll face it together! With or without the armor!” Rainbow said.
“Yeah, but the armor is still doing modifications.” Sci-Twi said. “We’ll use the weapons we got from our last adventure in Cyberspace, including the other weapons from the ship of the evil virus we fought from our friends.
Meanwhile, the Juniper Monstar virus was still downloading/hacking herself in the system’s mainframes While the security personnel arrived at the company’s servers and were about to attack her, but what she did was something more evil… the virus formed digital blasters that trap the scientists who try to catch her in bubbles. Her finger/USB cord would still remain plugged in.
“You thought you could try to stop me, huh? Well too bad!” The virus said.
The Equestria Girls rushed to the center of the scene until there were static sounds and other sounds coming… it was the virus, who hacked into the announcement servers in the server room!
“Cyberlab will almost belong to me! No one can stop me! If you resist, you will be destroyed. No one can help you, not your guards from Cyberlab, and soon not even the whole Cyber city!” The virus said.
“Oh, that’s what you think!” Stephanie said. “Bob, bring every remaining guard who is not captured and you girls shall back them up while I complete the armor for Sunset and her friends.”
“The girls, along with Bob and the team of scientists who remain in the lab with them, should have their own armor formed on Bob and the team of scientists to hold off the virus, while the girls are still armorless, running with their weapons.
“We’re coming and Cyberlab, will be saved.” Sunset declared, in seriousness.
To Be Continued…
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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Back in the top secret server room, the Juniper Virus was still plugged in from her finger, finding data on the Cyber Armor. After many findings, she found the data on Project: Cyber Armor. But just before she can download the data, a laser pistol hits her.
“Ouch!” The virus said. “Who did that?”
“I did.” Said a voice.
“Huh?” The virus replied.
The voice was revealed to be Sunset alongside her friends. They have arrived at the server room right on time, to stop the virus from getting the data and secrets on the armor.
“You…” The virus said menacingly. “I knew you’d show up to annoy me.” Then she tried to do a blast on the girls and the CyberLab scientists, but luckily, Rarity used her geode’s power to create a shield, a powerful shield with a mix of Geode power and Cyber Power. But the shield wouldn’t last long until the shield broke.
The virus laughed and said; “You're powerless against me now! I'm more than just a virus. Haven’t you figured it out? You! You should know who I truly am, or should I say, who you truly know from the real world.”
“What?” Starlight said in confusion. “What are you talking about? Have you really possessed a human being and taken that human to Cyberspace?”
“Yeah, what gives? Who are you anyway and which person did you possess and take them to cyberspace?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“It’s time you figured it out.” The virus said. “Many months ago, I was just an evil virus, wanting to find a powerful weapon to give to my BFF, the Demon Sunset virus, but when you defeated her, I was very angry so I decided to get my revenge on the virus that was once my BFF. So I decided to find a suitable human host, one who is very curious. There was this teen, who was making a Sci-Fi movie in the real world and I thought this teen was the perfect host/vessel for me! Just as the girl was about to do the plans of production, I used my dark digital magic to take her to Cyberspace, then I possessed her in the body of this form from her memories, so that I could find the “Cyber Armor” project”.
“What?” Sci-Twi said.
“Unbelievable…” Princess Twilight said.
“You’re starting to put it together, The mall incident, which could only mean one thing: my host is Juniper Montage!”
“What?!” Starlight said.
“Oh, gosh…” Fluttershy said.
“Yup! I possessed Juniper Montage, with my magic and my tech, and used her memories to create the body from the mall incident.” The virus said.
“That virus possessed Juniper?! That’s impossible!” Pinkie said.
“A virus can’t possess humans. This is unexpectedly weird.” Trixie said.
“Not even a virus can possess ponies, or other creatures in Equestria.” Sunset said.
“They don’t. Princess Twilight said.
“But why would she possess Juniper?” Applejack said.
“Let me see what’s going on. Don’t worry. I have my geode. I can read people’s minds with it.” Sunset said.
Sunset ran at the virus and touched her, when suddenly, she started to read Juniper’s mind through her memories. Sunset couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw the memory of how Juniper wanted to make a sci-fi movie, so she started doing some research on her laptop. Just when she found something, her laptop started glitching and wasn't turning on. Moments later, a dark force of black magic (the virus) has seeped off the screen, absorbed Juniper and pulled her into Cyberspace through her own laptop. She landed in cyberspace and she looked at the sights. Just minutes later, the virus possessed her and she transformed into a digitized version of her Juniper Monstar form that turned into a virus that is infecting CyberLab.
“No way… this is impossible!” Sunset said.
Suddenly, a voice was heard through Juniper’s body, “Girls, help me!” she said. It was Juniper Montage, trapped inside the possessed body of the virus. Juniper is trapped inside a mysterious void resembling a black darkness with green binary code swirling around within the Juniper Monstar virus and that she is trying to get out. Juniper’s body became a black skin-tight jumpsuit that is lined with red code and has Juniper Monstar's face on the belly.
Everyone was shocked when they heard Juniper’s voice. The girl who wanted to be Daring Do, caused chaos at a movie set, became the movie usher and then the evil diva who caused chaos at the mall and was stopped by Starlight.
“Juniper?” Starlight said. “Are you really in there?”
“Yeah, but I won’t be in this possessed body here long.” Juniper said. “Listen to me, you must save me and stop the virus. I overheard that she wants to use the armor to take over cyberspace, for her evil purpose to upgrade her Monstar bugs.”
“No way…” Princess Twilight said.
But before Juniper could continue, she sees and feels that the face on her belly moves and glows as if it is alive. Her belly is laughing maniacally. “OW! Make this stop! I can’t take it anymore!” she exclaimed as her belly was laughing even more. It means the virus took over her body again, which had blacked out Juniper. The virus had gained complete control of her body again.
“Ha! You’re weak, Juniper. Just like those girls.” The Juniper Monstar Virus said. “Monstar Bugs, get those girls and the scientists.”
Just as the Monstar bugs were about to attack them, there was a powerful laser blast coming from the entrance. It was Stephanie, armed with her laser gun blasting the Monstar bugs.
“Stephanie! You came!” Sunset said excitedly.
“Yeah, I did.” Stephanie said “I’ve got good news! The final modifications to your Cyber Armor have been completed! These modifications come with geode enhancement, weapon enhancement, vehicle summoning, and are enhanced with other powers and new skills.”
“You mean…?” Rainbow said.
“So, the preparations were complete!” Rarity said.
“Oooh… this is gonna be awesome!” Pinkie said.
“Let’s hope they work.” Fluttershy said.
“It’s time we teach this virus a lesson: Never possess a human or a pony being.” Applejack said, seriously.
“Oh, there is one thing: “To activate your Cyber Armor, yell “Cyberspace Armor, ACTIVATE!” then, push the hidden button on your medals, and you’ll summon your armor.” Stephanie said as she gave them the medals.
“Okay. We’ll try. We’ll make you proud, and we won’t let you down.” Sunset said.
“For Juniper.” Starlight said.
“For Juniper.” The other girls said in unison.
“Cyberspace Armors of Magic…” Sci-Twi & Princess Twilight said in unison..
“Cyberspace Armor of Loyalty…” Rainbow said…
“Cyberspace Armor of Honesty…” Applejack said…
“Cyberspace Armor of Laughter…” Pinkie said…
“Cyberspace Armor of Kindness…” Fluttershy said…
“Cyberspace Armor of Forgiveness and Empathy…” Sunset said…
“Cyberspace Armor of Justice…” Starlight said…
“Cyberspace Armor of Illusion…” Trixie said…
“ACTIVATE!” The girls yelled in unison.
Then, the girls held their medals, pushing the Cyberspace Armor button, causing a flash of light to appear to engulf them, starting the whole transformation sequence. The pieces of their armor are placed on their Cyberspace bodies/suits, from their feet, their thighs, their hands and all over their cyberspace bodies.
“Cyberspace armor, READY!” The Equestria Girls yelled and struck a Sentai/Kamen Rider pose.
To be continued…
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Juniper Montage,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Starlight Glimmer,Trixie,Adventure,Comedy,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Equestria Girls: Project: Cyberspace Armor
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The Equestria Girls return to Cyberspace for an another mission... become test subjects for Cyber Armor!
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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2024-08-18T19:47:54+00:00
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2024-08-18T19:47:54+00:00
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With the girls transformed into their Cyberspace armored forms, the virus was surprised at what she saw.
“Heh. Nice armor. But you’re still no match for me, you rainbow colored freaks!” the Juniper Monstar Virus said. “Just so you know, when I fully take over Juniper Montage, get the data from the armor, I’m gonna finish you and Juniper one by one, and Cyberspace will be mine!” she claimed.
“That shows how much YOU know! Cause’ you’re the one that’s gonna be finished!” Starlight said.
“Ha! Monstar Bugs, get those fools!” The virus commanded.
The Monstar Bugs started to attack, but the Equestria Girls in their new armor have a new trick on their sleeves!
“Transport, Cyber Weapons!” The Equestria Girls yelled, then they pushed their belts and activated their weapons. Whenever they are wearing the armor, it makes their weapons even stronger than ever and giving the weapons powered up looks:Trixie Lulamoon = a digital wand that can freeze any enemies in her way.Starlight Glimmer = a freeze ray gun.Rarity = a digital whip.Pinkie Pie = laser/silly string eye beams.Fluttershy = a whistle that’ll call the digitized animals to aid in battle.Rainbow Dash = a jetpack with cannons that blasts fireballs at the enemy.Sunset Shimmer = a magic wizard’s staff.Applejack = a glowing lasso that dissolves any enemy she catches with it.Princess Twilight Sparkle & Sci-Twi = a visor that can detect any of the enemy’s attacks before the enemy makes its moves.
“Okay, girls, get your magical geodes activated in the armor. We may need it whenever the Virus bugs get weakened alongside the Juniper virus.” Princess Twilight told the rest of the Rainbooms. “Starlight, Trixie and I have our own powers from the armor to create powerful attacks.”
“You got it.” the Rainbooms said, activating their geodes, giving them stronger versions of their original geode powers:Sci-Twi - Telekinesis forming hand-to-hand combat weapons from anything around her.Sunset Shimmer - Her vision allows her to see the attack the virus would strike before it does so.Rainbow Dash - her superspeed increases to near lightspeed.Fluttershy - her animal calls turn any animal she summoned into stronger, ferocious creatures.Pinkie Pie - Her candy becomes c4 explosives while her geode generates a remote that will detonate the sweets.Applejack - her super strength spreads to her entire body. She'll have strength in more areas than her arms.Rarity - Her diamond projections become shards of magic that has a fire-like afterburn on the enemy instantly as it strikes.
For the 3 who didn’t inherit magical geodes:Princess Twilight - rainbow laser eye beamsTrixie - Flying and air combat weapons.Starlight - cannon that fires magic fireballs.
“Ha! Your weapons and powers won’t work on me and my Monstar Bugs!” the Juniper Virus said.
“We’ll see!” Sunset said, as she and her friends were about to attack.
And so, the battle begun and everyone attacked the Monstar Bugs in their own ways with their new Cyberspace Armor: Rainbow Dash used her superspeed increases to near lightspeed along with her jetpack with cannons that blasts fireballs at the bugs, causing them to die at a faster rate. Pinkie, using her Megaman-style arm cannons combined with her candy, becomes C-4 explosives while her geode generates a remote that will detonate the sweets causing the Monstar Bugs to die too. Sci-Twi used her visor and her telekinesis abilities along with Sunset using her magic staff and her enhanced vision to do a combined attack that destroyed the viruses. Fluttershy used her geode powers combined with her digital whistle to call on some of the most powerful animals (Lions, Elephants, Tigers, Wild Cats, Wolves, Gorillas, etc…), and said: “Get them, my pretties!” The animals attacked in a feral manner, destroying many Monstar bugs. Rarity, combines her own strategy by shielding herself from the Monstar Bugs with her enhanced Geode power, then she uses her whip to strike the Monstar bugs, defeating them even more. Applejack, who’s geode power is super strength has spread to her entire body, giving her more of a She-Hulk/Amazonian warrior like figure, armed with a glowing lasso, smashing them with her fists, lifting them and throwing them and neutralizing them with her lasso.
For the other 3, Princess Twilight uses her visor to shoot rainbow laser eye beams at the Monstar Bugs, causing them to disintegrate. while Trixie used her flying and combat skills with her digital wand, freezing the Monstar Bugs, While Starlight used her freeze ray gun to do a cannon double shot blast at the bugs, disintegrating them. But the Juniper Monstar virus was almost at the file of the Cyber Armor system, while Juniper is pleading to stop this from within her.
“Please! Don’t do this!” Juniper said to the virus.
“Ha! You don’t have a choice.” the virus said, as she was about to electrocute her.
But before she could get the data, a blast appeared, injuring the virus.
“Hey!” the virus yelled.
The blast came from Sunset and the Equestria Girls, armed with their laser blasters.
“Leave Juniper alone.” demanded Starlight angrily.
“Or what?” scoffed the virus.
“Or we’ll force you to take her out of you!” said Sunset, as she used her staff to prepare for the attack.
“Ha! You think you’re so smart?! Take this!” the virus said, using her hands to do a powerful blast attack, causing the girls to dodge the attack.
“Whoa! She’s so powerful with Juniper inside her body!” Rainbow complained.
“Okay, we know her weak spot: The weak spot is Juniper’s stomach, where she’s controlling her. I have an idea: maybe if we combine our geode powers with Rarity’s digital whip, we might pull Juniper out of the virus and free her. It will weaken the virus, we’ll destroy her together and contain her! Just like my previous adventure when my pony friends saved a pony from an evil shadow and pulled him off.” Princess Twilight said, remembering the Pony of Shadows incident in Equestria.
“Okay.” Sunset said.
“Strategizing?” The virus said. “What are you gonna do? You may have beaten my Monstar bugs, but you haven’t beaten me!”
“We’ll see…” Starlight said. “NOW!!!”
The others charged against the Juniper Monstar virus and each girl took turns to stop her:Applejack used her super strength form (She-Hulk/Amazonian Warrior like form) and her lasso to restrain the virusThen, Rarity gave Princess Twilight her whip and whipped the virus, causing Juniper to grab on the whip with her hands.
“Juniper, grab on!” Starlight said, as she tried to grab her, until Juniper came out of the virus’s body weakening her!
“NO!!!!!!” yelled the virus as she lost her vessel/host.
“Looks like the virus is getting weaker without her vessel.” Starlight exclaimed.
“Now!” Sunset commanded the others.
“Alright.” Starlight said. “Now to freeze that virus!”
Starlight combined her freeze ray with Trixie’s wand to form a Magic Freeze Wand.
“Magic Freeze Wand!” Starlight and Trixie said in unison, aiming their new weapon at the demon.
“Fire!” they yelled, causing the demon to be frozen and the Equestria Girls used their powers to strike the virus with all the powers they had to combine into a powerful blast. The blast causes the virus to be deleted for good as Sunset summons a capsule from her belt that contains the remains of the virus and blasting it away from cyberspace forever.
“We did it!” Starlight said.
“The virus is history!” Rainbow said in victory.
Everybody cheered, but before everyone could celebrate, Juniper fainted… shocking the Equestria Girls.
“Juniper…! JUNIPER!!!!” cried Starlight.
“She’s not responding! She’s still unconscious!” Sunset said.
“We gotta get her to CyberLab, fast and do an analysis!” Sci-Twi said.
So, the girls carried Juniper to the CyberLab headquarters while they were still in their armored forms trying to find a way to save her.
To Be Continued…
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Equestria Girls: Project: Cyberspace Armor
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The Equestria Girls return to Cyberspace for an another mission... become test subjects for Cyber Armor!
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<p>The Equestria Girls are chosen for a special project in Cyberspace that will change their lives forever. The project, Cyber Armor, was originally intended for emergency defense. However, a mysterious virus wants to use the power of the armor for her own purposes. Can our heroes protect Cyberspace and CyberLab before it's too late?</p><p>This serves as a prequel to <i>Equestria Girls: The Shadowbolts' Cyberspace Adventure</i></p><p>Co-written by <a href="/user/529792/ShopperBrony90" rel="nofollow"><b>ShopperBrony90</b></a></p>
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2024-08-18T19:49:00+00:00
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2024-08-18T19:49:00+00:00
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Back at the CyberLab Headquarters, the doctors were examining an unconscious Juniper in the hospital bed. The girls who have changed back to their true Cyberspace forms, followed her until they were told to stop and remain in the waiting room until they found an examination just to be sure. A few moments passed and Stephanie appeared to the girls, who were anxious about Juniper being okay.
“Is Juniper gonna be okay?” asked Starlight.
“Yes, she suffered some dangerous side-effects from the virus that forcibly merged with her. Luckily, we gave her some of the anti-virus treatment and she’s responding well to it. We might have to keep her here overnight just to be sure and to run some more tests on her whole body, but she’s gonna be fine.” Stephanie said.
“Thank goodness.” Sunset said in relief.
“You girls are really, really, lucky this time. You saved not just CyberLab industries, but everyone in Cyberspace including the Cyber Government.” Stephanie said, happily.
“For that, we give you a reward.” Yuri said, as he gave the girls the program for Project: Cyber Armor.
“Huh? The Cyber Armor program? You're giving it to us?” Princess Twilight asked.
“Yeah. You defeated the virus, saved both your friend and our work on our projects.” Stephanie said. “For that, we give a copy of the Cyber Armor Program.”
“Ooohh! Now we can armor up whenever there’s a dangerous situation!” Pinkie said, happily.
“...and ready to kick some fast cyber adventure!” Rainbow cheered.
“Now I can bulk up with that armor for my super geode strength!” Applejack said.
“Well, can we see Juniper now?” Starlight said, worried.
“Not now. She’s still recovering. But instead, the CEO of CyberLab needs you.” Stephanie said. “He’s happy that you saved the company.”
“Okay.” Sunset said, as they went to the CEO.
At the CEO’s desk, the girls and the scientists have arrived here.
“So, these are the girls who saved my company and you must be Sunset Shimmer from “Shimmercode” right?” asked Bill. “I’m a huge fan. CyberLab Industries thanks you for your bravery and dedication for protecting the company. Without your help, CyberLab would’ve been lost.”
“Back at you.” Sunset said. “If it weren’t for the virus, I’d be still studying for a test right now or doing a livestream today.”
“Maybe… but we would’ve been powerless against you.” Bill said.
“Thanks.” Sci-Twi said.
A few moments after that chat, the Equestria Girls have given permission to see Juniper in the recovery room where she is fully recovered from the virus possession. Several minutes later, she wakes up and is confused by what happened to her during the fight between the virus she was trapped in.
“Ugh…. What happened here?” Juniper moaned woozily.
The girls and the scientists tell her the story of their battle against the monster. Juniper apologizes and asks what she could do to make up for the damage she technically caused thanks to the virus possessing her whole body, turning her into the virus’ vessel.
“It’s okay. You just didn’t know.” Sunset said. “Next time, beware of unknown stuff you see on the web. It could be a virus or something different!” she said, giving her the moral.
“Yeah, but how will I defend myself from the viruses that are possibly attacking right now?” Juniper asked. “I don’t even know how to fight viruses! I just use an anti-virus software on my computer to protect it.” she exclaimed.
The girls have an idea that the scientists agree on. They decide to have Juniper become the honorable test subject to the armor. She goes through all the tests and she gets her own Cyber Armor. She was happy about her accomplishment as a new reformed Cyber warrior.
“So, how does the armor feel?” asked Stephanie.
“The armor feels a little tight, but I feel fine.” Juniper said.
“You’ll get used to it.” Sunset said.
Then Stephanie pushed the button, causing Juniper to de-transform back into her original Cyberspace body.
“I’m me again!” Juniper said, happily.
“Cyber Armor is yours to defend Cyberspace.” said Stephanie. “You must use it when there’s an urgent emergency.”
“Got it.” Sunset said.
After a short vacation/visit in Cyberspace they had with Juniper, it was time to head home. They all go to Cyberlab headquarters and say goodbye to the scientists there.
“Goodbye, Stephanie. I hope your boss will give you a promotion.” Sci-Twi said.
“Yeah… I hope.” Stephanie said.
With that, they all press the buttons on their medals and the portal home opens for them. They all appear back in their world transformed back to their original real world forms, but they were strategically placed at an arcade: Dave and Busters!
“I have a feeling we’re not at home.” Sunset said.
“We’re at Dave And Busters!” Sci-Twi said.
“Dave And Busters? What’s that? Back where I come from, there was no Dave And Busters.” Princess Twilight said.
“Same here.” Starlight replied.
“But whatever, let’s just have some fun!” Pinkie said.
“I’m in!” Rainbow said.
With that, the Equestria Girls alongside Juniper decided to have fun at the place. They played some attractions & games and ate at the restaurant area of the place. It was a happy moment for them. After that, the girls took Juniper home and told her parents and uncle, Canter Zoom, about what happened.
Everything went back to normal for the Equestria Girls. No virus and no digital danger. Just their normal lives in the Human World.
The Equestria Girls are back fighting against Equestrian magic with their new powers and Cyber Armor they got from Cyberspace along with Juniper, Trixie and Starlight.
They also know that anytime they want to go back to Cyberspace, they have their medals stored in their rooms safe from any harm/loss.
May the magic of Friendship prevail over evil (digital or not)!
The End.
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The Rainbooms, Trixie and Starlight find themselves on a Halloween adventure!
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<p>As Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends celebrate to Nightmare Night in Ponyville, Sunset Shimmer comes and invites Twilight, Starlight and Spike to go to the human world for Halloween. Once on the other side, the Rainbooms, Princess Twilight, Starlight, Spike and Trixie felt ready to do some tricks, but they didn’t think costumes were scary enough anymore. They get a special visit from Timber Spruce who made a machine that can transform any human into any specific creature. He was going to turn the Girls into REAL monsters - for <span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">REAL</span>!</p><ul><li>Twilight Sparkle - a witch</li><li>Rainbow Dash - a vampire</li><li>Rarity - a mummy</li><li>Fluttershy - a ghost</li><li>Pinkie Pie - a werewolf</li><li>Applejack - a Frankenstein monster</li><li>Sunset Shimmer - a swamp creature</li><li>Starlight Glimmer - an alien</li><li>Trixie Lulamoon - a dinosaur</li></ul><hr/><p>Crossover of Equestria Girls/Friendship is Magic, OK K.O. Let's Be Heroes and Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School.</p><hr/><p>Story co-written by TylerAJohnson352 and me.</p>
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2024-08-18T20:44:37+00:00
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2024-08-19T01:23:31+00:00
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Somewhere in a dark town at night, a middle-aged man in his late 40s were decorating his living room with Halloween props. He places fake cobwebs around the rim of the mirror above his fireplace.
"Ah, there we go. The last one. All set up for Halloween." the man exclaims to himself, as he finished and loving his work. as the man goes into the hallway and examines more of his Halloween decorations, there's a teenage boy who comes up the sidewalk to the front door. He looks at the neatly decorated house then rings the doorbell. Inside, the man hears the doorbell call)
"Oh! Coming." the man said as he opens up the front door and sees the teen.
"Uncle Arthur." The teen said.
"Winston?" Arthur asked, surprised.
"Yep, it’s me." Winston replied.
"Winston! How are you? Come in, come in." Arthur exclaimed as Winston steps into his uncle’s house and looks at the Halloween decorations in the foyer. "So glad my favorite nephew could come visit me on Halloween."
"Well, my parents are out of town, so they thought I might like to stay with you for a few days until they get home." Winston explained as Arthur smiles approvingly at his nephew. "Whoa! Uncle Arthur! You really went full haunt this Halloween!"
"Thanks, buddy. I like to be prepared for these kinds of things." Arthur replied kindly.
"So, what gave you the idea to have your home filled with all these amazing Halloween decorations, Uncle Arthur?" Winston asked curiously.
"Oooh! Now, there is a very special story that I haven’t got the chance to tell anyone yet." Arthur explained.
"Why don’t you tell me? A nice story always keeps me in full spirits." Winston suggested.
"Well, sure. Come on, we’ll listen to it in here." Arthur instructed as they into the living room and sit on the sofa.
"Alright, Winston. This story is a Halloween tale about the Rainbooms." Arthur explained.
"You know the Rainbooms?" Winston exclaimed, excitedly.
"Not only that, but I also know that they once crossed paths with the Grimwood Girls." Arthur continued.
"Oh! I heard about them! They used to go to Miss Grimwood’s Finishing School for Ghouls!" Winston spoke.
"Right! Before I tell you this tale, I better start off with a short history lesson. It all started 50 years ago, when an adventure professor named Richard MacWright went to England in search of the Gold Disk of Lycidias." Arthur read.
"Ah, this must be it." MacWright exclaimed as he digs up the compartment that contains the Disk.
"What’s a gold disk of Lycidias, Uncle Arthur?" Winston asked.
"It was the first clue of leading to a great treasure: the Zodiac Stone." Arthur narrates as MacWright presses a wooden button on the compartment chest. The lid slides open revealing only one half of the Gold Disk. He brushes off the remaining grains of dirt off its shiny surface.
"The other half is missing." Richard spoke when suddenly, the cave starts shaking violently. "This chest must have set off a trap." He continued in panic as Rocks start falling all around him. "Uh-oh! Better get out of here!" he panicked as he puts the disk half in his satchel and makes a run for the exit. Boulders plummet all around the cave and crushes the compartment the disk half was in. MacWright finally reaches the cave entrance and makes a jump for it and gets out of the cave at the last second before the falling rocks cover the cave completely. MacWright takes the disk half out of his satchel and examines it. It’s unharmed. "Oh. Thank goodness."
"Whew! That was close. I’m glad MacWright escaped from the tomb. But did he ever find the other half? When do the Rainbooms show up?" Winston asked as Arthur finished telling him the story of MacWright.
"Don’t worry, Winston. That’s where the story takes place. Many years went by and MacWright retired. Now onto the real tale. The story begins in this magical world called Equestria, home of the Alicorn Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle. When she was just an ordinary unicorn, she and his younger dragon friend, Spike, moved from Canterlot to Ponyville to learn about friendship, on behalf of the ruler of Equestria and her mentor, Princess Celestia and she met 5 ponies who helped her out: Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash. Don’t let her colorful hair fool you. Rainbow Dash is the feistiest one of the group. Of course, Twilight did have a student of her own: Starlight Glimmer, who was a friend of unicorn magician, The Great and Powerful Trixie. Now, Winston, let’s start the story with Twilight and her friends getting ready for their world’s Halloween: Nightmare Night."
School of Friendship, Twilight waits outside the male’s changing room for Spike
"Everything alright in there, Spike?" Twilight asked.
"Almost ready. Just getting my back scales decorated." Spike replied from inside the changing room.
"Happy Nightmare Night, Twilight!" Pinkie yelled excitedly as she and the others are behind Twilight.
"Ready for a haunted hang-out at your castle!" Rainbow asked.
"But first, where’s Spikeywikey? We wouldn’t want him to miss out." Rarity asked, worried about the baby dragon.
"He’s getting his costume on." Twilight answered as Spike comes out of the changing room. The little dragon is wearing a black onesie with a white skeleton on it and a white plastic skull mask, which he pulls up and behind his head. He’s dressed as a skeleton.
"Yeehoo! Spike, that skeleton costume you got on there fits you to a tee." Applejack exclaimed, liking Spike's costume.
"I think it looks adorable." Fluttershy cooed.
"Ha ha. Thanks. Now, come on. Starlight and Trixie will be waiting for us back at the castle." Spike replied.
Twilight, Spike, and the rest of the Mane 6 head off. Fade to Twilight’s Castle of Friendship. In the throne room where the cutie map is, Starlight and Trixie sit patiently by the round table map with Princesses Celestia, Luna, Cadance and Flurry Heart for Twilight and her friends. Twilight, Spike, and the girls arrive through the throne room’s double doors.
"Huh. I was wondering when you all were going to show up." Trixie wondered.
"Hey, Spike. That skeleton costume looks nice on you. I see you had a bone to pick." Starlight said, chuckling.
"Good one, Starlight." Spike replied, giggling.
Later, the Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Spike sit in their respective thrones around the Cutie Map table. Starlight, Trixie, and the Princess stand in between some of them. Starlight and Celestia are standing next to Twilight.
"Nightmare Night is quite the spooky day, Twilight. It’s one of my favorite holidays. The scares, the costumes, the treats. Just 4 days away." Princess Celestia said.
"It is a blast. Remember when Fluttershy used to be so afraid of Nightmare Night that she would lock herself up in her cottage and refuse to come out until morning." Rainbow replied.
"Oh, yes. Until the night Granny Smith helped me figure out how I could make the scary stuff even more fun, but also scary for you all. Thanks to you all, I’m not afraid anymore. Just a bunch of costumes, decorations, and lots of skeleton shaped cookies and candy." Fluttershy answered, still happy of how she got used to Nightmare Night the first time.
"What about when Princess Luna came over to Ponyville and almost canceled Nightmare Night forever." Pinkie exclaimed, chuckling.
"Yes, well, that was only because I was still trying to find my place in Equestria after being on the Moon for a thousand years." Princess Luna answered.
"And that story Zecora made up about you being threatening again if no one offered you any treats? That was crucial." Princess Celestia replied.
"Well, we may have had a few tweaks here and there on the past few Nightmare Nights, but I have a feeling this is going to be the best---" Twilight said before a knock on the throne room door cut her off.
"Huh. Wonder who that could be?" Pinkie asked as Twilight trots over to the large double doors.
Twilight telekinetically opens the doors, revealing, to everypony’s surprise... Sunset Shimmer! In her unicorn form.
"Hey, everypony!" greeted Sunset.
Twilight, Spike, and the rest of the Mane 6 beam with excitement!
Back at Arthur’s house, he and Winston are still sitting on the sofa while Winston continues listening to the story.
"Wait! Sunset Shimmer? Like the Sunset Shimmer from Canterlot High? That’s her?" Winston asked, getting intrugued by his uncle's story.
"That’s right, Winston. Sunset Shimmer visited Equestria to invite Twilight over to the human world for Halloween. The human versions of Twilight’s friends were students at Canterlot High." Arthur replied as he continues the story.
"Sunset Shimmer!" Twilight exclaimed.
"Sunset!" Spike and Starlight exclaimed in surprise as they and Twilight embrace the visiting unicorn.
"Happy Nightmare Night, everypony… Well, early Nightmare Night. Heh heh." Sunset said, clearly embarrassed that she showed up early as she, Twilight, Sunset, Spike, the Mane 6, Starlight, Trixie, and the Princesses were walking down the castle hallways.
"So, Sunset, what brings you back to Equestria this time around?"
"Last time we saw you, the Storm King’s magic was threatening your cruise vacation. Did you come to spend Nightmare Night with us?" Spike spoke.
"Actually, I was coming to ask Twilight if she could spend Halloween in the human world." Sunset asked.
“Halloween?” The ponies and Spike asked, confused.
"Yeah, it’s the human version of Nightmare Night." Sunset explained
"Oh, okay. But what about your Twilight?" Twilight asked.
"Oh, our Twilight and Spike left for a vacation to New York. They’re going to go see a Halloween parade. I just thought it might be better if Princess Twilight would spend Halloween with me and my friends until our Twilight comes back. Besides, Halloween isn’t for another 3 days." Sunset answered.
"Well… uh… girls, can we have a quick talk? Please excuse us for a minute, Sunset." Twilight said, unsure of her orange friend's idea.
"Oh. Sure." Sunset replied as Twilight brings Spike, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Starlight and Trixie aside so they can huddle up.
"I don’t know about this, girls. I mean, what about you? Don’t we have Nightmare Night to get through?" Twilight asked.
"Well, you won’t be alone, Twilight. Besides, you have alternate versions of us in the world behind that mirror." Applejack said.
"I bet this Halloween sounds awesome." Rainbow spoke, already loving the excitement of human-world Halloween.
"All the candy, the costumes, the scares, the decorations. It should feel like a Nightmare Night party in the human world." Pinkie exclaimed, excitedly.
"I just hope other me had conquered her fear of Halloween." Fluttershy wished.
"All those different costumes. I bet they’d look fabulous." Rarity said, clearly wanting to get the visuals of the costumes so she can get an inspiration for her fashion line.
"Twilight, you’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t go spend some time with Sunset Shimmer. She’s our friend." Trixie reminded as Twilight looks back at Sunset, who smiles expectantly.
"Still, I don’t know." Twilight spoke, still unsure as Spike and Starlight look at each other with concern.
"Would you like for me to come, Twilight? I miss other Fluttershy petting me." Spike asked
"I can come too. I haven’t been since my stay after I saved Sunset and the Rainbooms from Juniper Montage’s mirror." Starlight replied.
"You girls really sure you can handle 3 days without me?" Twilight asked as the others nodded yes.
"Alright, Sunset. We’ve reached an agreement. Starlight, Spike and I would love to join you and our Canterlot High friends for Halloween." Twilight answered as Sunset grins with excitement.
They all go to Twilight's library where the Crystal Mirror is located. The ponies, Trixie, the Princesses and Flurry Heart are there waving at them, wishing that they'll have fun in the other side's version of Nightmare Night.
"Alright. Time to get going." Twilight commanded as Starlight, Twilight, Sunset and Spike (who is still in his skeleton costume) jumps through the portal.
"Have fun, my dear Twilight." Princess Celestia said as the portal closed.
To be continued...
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A Dragon's Dream
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From the Valyrian peninsula, Daenys the dreamer had escaped. Yet she had left one family member behind and from him a different dream would be forged, with fire and blood.
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<p>The Targaryen family had been one of the minor families of Valyria, yet from them arose the most well known dynesty ever to survive the doom. Yet Daenys and her close family were not the only ones to survive. A lone dragonlord, a legend within the freehold for not only being able to tame three dragons by himself but also being one of the few to bind his life to continue eternally. His end would not be met by firewyrms, or falling rocks, or drowned in his own hall.</p><p>He would live, by Arrax' will.</p>
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“You’d ought not to push yourself, my lord” Jedessa urged as she nervously watched the old man slowly walk down each step.
The old man gave off an airy laugh that wove its way down the staircase like wind. He knew his limits but he could not help but poke fun at the girl’s concern.
“If i were to despair at every staircase in this old place i wouldn't have made it past a hundred, my dear.”
Jedessa frowned, she had long since gotten used to her master’s impetuousness to his own safety yet it still worried her. Moving down every step, one by one she stayed in front of him whilst leaning against the railing in case he might fall forward.
“But you’re not a hundred anymore, my lord. You’re the last of the Targaryens to remain here at almost-” She paused, for not even she knew how old her lord was in truth.
The old man suddenly stopped, the steady clank of his staff meeting stone coming to a sudden end. He opened his eyes, what shone once like amethysts now were a milky color with but a trace of purple in them.
He looked at her, seeing her beautiful figure outlined by her dress almost seem to shimmer in the glow of candlelight around them. It had been many years now but he still remembered when he met her in the winding streets of Tyria. She had silver hair cut just above her shoulder, a slender figure and purple eyes like he once had.
“How many years have you served me now?” He asked.
“Fourteen my lord, approaching fifteen now.” She responded in a softened tone, seeming to look beyond him as she remembered. The day she had arrived at the great dragonkeep of the capital as an orphan at no more than ten years of age. From life as the daughter of a lowborn cook she had risen to personal servant of the patriarch of one of the great families of dragonriders.
“And in those years, have you known me to overestimate myself?”
She looked at him briefly, the gentle smile he wore nearly removed all worry as he hunched over his staff. The same smile he wore the day she met him. She had been starving and fearing for her life as a group of escaped slaves gathered around her, pushing her legs open as she screamed. Yet despite the terror of that day, it was a happy memory as what came afterward made it all worth it.
A figure had appeared and drew away the darkness of the alley like a fire, guards came rushing in and soon she was alone with him. She had been in pain, but now that pain was gone and she knew she was seeing the face of a dragonlord. She felt herself lifted up and she had thought that this was the end for her. And then the figure spoke to her. And she knew she was safe.
“No, my lord.” She said, then giving a wry grin as she switched to a hushed tone. “With the exception of your abilities to handle Lord Kelion’s firewines.”
The old man clicked his tongue in veiled amusement. “Insolent pup.” Straightening his back slightly, the old man extended his arm and gave way to his right.
“Very well, if it makes you feel better i'll let you help i suppose.”
Smiling, she walked up and reached around his back, allowing him to brace himself against her. He was every bit as light as the staff she now held in her right hand. Valyrian steel, dark, weeping with red rubies lining the top. She kissed the side of his head softly. “Thank you for indulging this servant girl.”
“You’re more than a servant, Jedessa.” He responded with a smile as they started working their way down the stairs, “Was my attendance at your wedding not proof of that?”
“Perhaps,” She responded, “But I also remember someone leaving early that day.”
He frowned grimly. “I did not wanna take away attention from the groom and bride.”
“We both know that isn’t true.” She said abruptly, glancing at him. “You changed. As did your family.”
His eyes closed again as he sighed. “You carry a gentle heart, Jedessa, you needn’t worry yourself over this.”
“Daenys, Aenar, Gaemon, Elaena, everyone but you left.” She continued nonetheless. “Is…”
Jedessa paused.
“Is it true what Daenys said? About the fall?”
There was silence, broken only by the sound of footfalls on stone.
“I don't know.” He responded, in an unusually grave tone. “I don’t know…”
The rest of the walk down continued in silence as Jedessa pondered over what might come. She had served her lord through fourteen long years and throughout all that time she had never seen him truly afraid.
For every moment she saw him he wore the veil of a sly wolf, using the cunning of his mind as a sword as his body failed him. Yet here in this moment, he was not Amisar the immortal dragonlord of house Targaryen, but an old man, afraid.
“Oh thank the gods, I thought these stairs would never end.” The silence was broken by the thankful words of Amisar seeing the light at the bottom of the stairs.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Jedessa almost instinctively responded.
“You and me both, my lord, I thought that I might have to carry you to the bottom with how you were trembling.”
The words came out of her mouth before she could even catch herself and she quickly placed a hand over her mouth. But just as she did, a hand quickly flicked her forehead.
“Quiet you.” Amisar chastised with a chuckle as his servant floundered in embarrassment at her quick tongue.
“Apologies, my lord.”
“It's fine, Jedessa, now give me my staff back.”
Blinking, the girl hadn’t realized she had now pulled back from her lord and was now grasping the staff at the bottom of the staircase. Now thoroughly flustered, she blushed and gave a shallow bow to cover her face as she gave back his staff.
Chuckling at her, he walked past her and ruffled her hair causing her to give off a squeak.
“My lord!” She pouted as she fixed her hair. “Not as we’re about to meet Gaemon.”
“Why? Still got a crush on the boy?”
Her face grew red as she responded indignantly. "I'm married!"
"I'm just teasing, Jedessa, I know you're loyal.” He said as he eyed her softly with a disarming smile.
With an exasperated sigh she went to stand at his side as they walked towards the exit.
“What did I ever do to deserve this?”
“Teasing me for my lack of low alcohol tolerance?”
“Fair enough, my lord.”
Holding eye contact for a second, the pair soon both broke into laughter at their blatant lack of decorum. Wiping a tear from her eye, they soon both regained their senses as they straightened themselves.
“You ready, my lord?” Jedessa asked softly.
“Always.”
And they stepped through the doorway as the morning sun met their eyes.
Amisar glanced around at the surrounding dock workers as they milled around in a flurry of activity. Some of the slaves immediately dropped what they were doing to kneel before the lord and were met with a firm nod of acknowledgement to continue their task. Others merely continued what they were doing, too focused on barking orders and hauling goods by the barrel onto the half a dozen gallyons docked in the harbor.
The docked ships were massive, made for hauling goods rather than speed as their bulky frames were listing heavy in the water. The banners upon them all held the royal purple of the freehold, and underneath assigned were the colors of two families. Two of the vessels wore the red and black for Targaryens of dragonstone. Four the seagreen for their vassal house, the Valeryons of driftmark.
“Amisar!” A booming voice suddenly called out.
Who had dared to call him without his title? He wondered in a sudden burst of indignance. Opening his eyes, Amisar spotted the outline of a figure approaching from his right, he turned. Squinting he noticed the notable height of the figure as it approached as well as its slender frame. As they stopped in front of him he noted their seagreen surcoat and any confusion of their identity was removed as their knees bent to be at his level.
“Miss me, old boy?” She asked, her slender fingers cupping his cheek.
Amisar had not forgotten her despite her long absence. She was Elenia, the wild bastard of the late lord Valeryon. Known by her nickname “The Sea Drake”, she stood at a towering six feet tall. She had grown near Amisar’s height in his heyday but now all but shrouded him beneath her shadow. It appeared age had changed her as well however. Where long flowing locks of hair as black as sin flowed before, now rested a shoulder length cut of fraid gray hair.
“Elenia… is that truly you?” Amisar stammered, not nearly believing his aged mind. He lifted his hand to grasp hers and felt her warmth. He had not yet forgotten.
“Yes, father.” She responded, a lone tear flowing from her violet eyes and down her wrinkled face. “I’m here.”
The clanking of a staff hitting stone suddenly rang out amongst the commotion of the docks. Amisar wrapped his arms around Elenia, silently weeping into the nook of her neck.
“I missed you.” He whispered, his voice quivering with every word. “I missed you so much my little drake.”
“Hush now father, you'll make me cry.” She comforted, unaware of the tears already present on her own face as she brushed his back.
A silence filled the air between them as they both enjoyed their moment together. Holding one another, they then whispered to one another speaking words previously unspoken. As they did, Jedessa picked up the staff and held it close to her chest and watched on. Who was this woman? She wondered, partly in genuine curiosity and partly in veiled jealousy at the attention this stranger had suddenly received from her lord.
Where did she come from? Jedessa thought to herself, she hadn't heard of a Velaryon that was particularly close to Amisar, nevermind someone of such stature.
Looking at the two of them, she finally cleared her throat to signal them to part, yet it didn't appear as if they hadn't heard her. Harumphing, she turned her eyes to the world around her. Glancing to her hip, she touched the hilt of the blade confined to the sheath at her side. Dark sister, a sword who's worth more than outweighed her and all the ships in this harbor combined.
“Distracted are we?” And like clockwork she had been caught unawares once more. Emelia, despite her height and age, seemingly snuck up on her like a shadow. Flinching back, Jedessa grasped the staff and let out a yelp.
“Careful, Elenia. Not everyone is used to your tomfoolery.” Warned Amisar from behind her.
She scoffed. “Pfah! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought half this castle has forgotten me with how poorly your slaves handled docking.”
Amisar’s grin let up for a moment at the mention of the slaves, yet returned soon after with a wolfish aesthetic. “Well your absence can be measured in their lifetimes, my dear.”
Their eyes met and Jedessa held her breath as she watched the pair. No one outside the inner circle of the Targaryens dared to speak in Amisar in this way, yet this lady continues to openly defy him.
The silence was lifted however as both suddenly burst out laughing. Elenia clutched her belly as Jedessa let out a breath and handed the staff back to wheezing Amisar.
“Still as sharp as ever then, hm?” Elenia asked through her laughter.
“More than you'll ever be, it seems.” Amisar answered in quick succession.
“Hah! So it does!”
Glancing over to Jedessa, Elenia pointed to her. “So would you introduce me? Your servant girl seems quite confused.”
Seemingly only now remembering her presence, Amisar regained some semblance of formality as he cleared his voice. “Apologies Jedessa, it appears I got caught up in the moment.”
“No need to apologize on my behalf, my lord.” She responded calmly, yet all the while trying not to overtly stare at the towering Elenia.
“Very well then.” He nodded to her and turned to Elenia. “Elenia, meet Jedessa, my servant and closest confidant. Jedessa, meet Elenia, my adopted daughter.”
Jedessa blinked. Then blinked again. Daughter? She had not heard of her even in reference from others within the keep. “I see… my pleasure Lady Elenia, i had not heard of you before.”
Amisar shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. “That would be because of me.”
Elenia suddenly looked forlorn, looking to the ground as she kicked a rock off the peer.
“50 years ago lady Elenia was brought to this very keep by the late lord Corwyn as a ward.” He gestured to her. “She was only 10 at the time, yet had caught the eye of Corwyn by virtue of-”
He paused.
“Me being his bastard?”
“Your intellect.” Amisar deadpanned. “At the time I thought nothing of it but as I tutored her, we grew close. She excelled in the ways of war and took to the seas like a fish to water.”
“You’re terrible.”
“I know.” He snickers. “Nonetheless eventually the good lord Corwyn remembered her.” He spat out his name like poison.
“Amisar-” Elenia began but was cut off.
“No. He took you away from me, I'll never forgive that. At least he had the good sense to escape to Volantis lest I had cut his throat.”
“My lord?” Jedessa offered meekly.
“Pardon. Corwyn had always been beset by greed and envy, so when the opportunity arose to steal Elenia back from under me, he took it. He recognized her as his bastard and then had Aenar’s father legitimize her.”
Amisar sighed. “By then it was too late, a patriarch may well have sway over his own family but that of their vassals?” He shook his head.
“I'm sorry if I brought up bad memories.” Jedessa stuttered, suddenly feeling a deep shame for having been jealous of the lady Valeryon. To think that someone would take advantage of Amisar kindness so blatantly was foreign to her, unthinkable even.
"It's alright, Jedessa.” Elenia responded. “However much I missed my REAL father,” She glanced at the smiling Amisar. “The position of lord admiral of driftmark didn't come without its perks.”
“So I’ve heard,” Amisar responded. “ironborn reavers to asshaii’ sorcerer captains. It's a wonder I didn't know you had arrived in the harbor by the amount of blood often left in your wake.”
Elenia formed a crooked smile, all the while tapping the hilt of the sword on her hip. “More than you know of, old boy.” She then grasped the hilt and let the blade loose from its sheath, holding it bear before the two of them. “Seafoam thirsted.”
In her hand was a curved arming sword with weeping gray tones roiling on its surface like mist. A cutlass, if Jedessas memory served her correctly and one made of valyrian steel no less.
“Seafoam…” Amisar whispered. “When did you-”
“Upon recognising me as his child, I took great pleasure in seducing his son to give me whatever I wished.” Elenia said proudly before leaning into whisper to Jedessa. “I told his father that the bruises left on him were from the training yard.”
Amisar gaped at his daughter’s openness as Jedessa blushed heavily. Who would openly admit that? She thought to herself.
“Elenia! For shame!” Amisar scolded lightly.
“What? He had none.” She responded joyfully.
He sighed at her nonchalant attitude. “I see you still haven't changed THAT part of you at least.”
“It's a step up from servant boys, you have to admit.”
“Shut up.”
“Oops, sorry.” Holding her hands up placatingly, it wasn't that convincing given her grin.
Turning to Jedessa, who was still trying to regain her composure, he slightly bowed his head. “Apologies for her behavior, she was dropped as a child.”
“I had a great teacher.” Elenia piped up but was then let out a yelp as Amisar used his staff to launch a pebble at her forehead.
“N-no worries, my lord.” Jedessa laughed awkwardly as she scratched the back of her head. “I had heard sailors have quite the foul mouth although I can't say I've had the privilege of a first hand experience.” She glanced at Elenia rubbing her forehead.
Sighing, Amisar turned back to Elenia. “So, would you happen to know where Gaemon is?” He pointed to the blade on Jedessa’s hip. “I have a blade of my own that needs to be given back to its rightful owner.”
Gaining some semblance of professionalism, Elenia stood up straight and grimaced. “He couldn't make the journey, unfortunately. Some spring sickness has crossed over from westeros. Lord Celtigar had already passed when I had left port and lady Eleana was not faring much better.”
Jedessa and Amisar both frowned. It had been a long time since she last saw Gaemon, he had always been kind to her and Daenys. She hoped they were both safe.
Amisar’s eyes turned to the ground. “Well, that's a shame. I had been looking forward to seeing him again.” He sighed and then looked up to Elenia. “I hope you'll give them my regards, and wish Eleana a speedy recovery.”
It was hard not to forget Eleana, Jedessa thought. The wife of lord Aenar had often beaten her as a child for even the smallest mistake. Although after being caught by Amisar, that had soon changed and she seldom saw her again.
“I will, don't worry.” Elenia replied.
“I suppose we’d ought to get the old thing shipside.”
Nodding, Elenia turned to the largest of the vessels there and gestured to them. “Step up then, welcome aboard the Irondeck.”
Morning turned to noon, and from noon to evening. All the while the trio had taken their conversation from the docks to inside the cabin of the flagship of the fleet. Ripping apart the leg of chicken Elenia was as uncouth with her table manners as she was about her nightly activities.
“So-” She began between her chewing, “are you gonna stay?”
“Hm?”
“In the freehold, Amisar. You know what Daenys had foretold. Dragon dreams seldom lie.”
The patriarch hummed to himself as he nursed a cup of wine.
“I'm aware. Not that I don't believe her. I do but…” He trailed off, sighing heavily. "I'm old Elenia. Too old. Even my dragon can't fly anymore and we were born under the same moon.”
“That's never stopped you before.” Elenia replied softly with a frown.
“Perhaps not, but I'm tired, Elenia. I'm tired of living under this marred system.” He looked into the cup as he gently swirled it. Thinking of his past, over 500 years…
“I’ve failed Elenia. So long I had tried to give reverence to the gods, to convince our fellow dragonlords to abandon this flesh peddling.” He sighed. “And yet, it remains. Since the slavelords of the slaver's bay got their hooks into the families of the freehold, it was too late.”
He looked up at her, sadness in his eyes. “If the freehold is to fall, I should fall with it.”
Silence filled the cabin. Elenia put down her cutlery and looked into his eyes.
“I see… You’ve already made your mind up.”
“I have.”
“And there’s nothing I can do to change it?”
“No, you can not.”
She sighed, breaking eye contact and falling back into her seat. “Very well.”
“WHAT?!” Jedessa exclaimed, red in the face with fury. “How are you okay with this?”
“Jedessa-” Amisar began.
“No! You just admitted to wanting to die! How are both of you okay with this?” Tears were running down her face as her eyes frantically looked between them.
Elenia, her face turned to the ceiling, merely sighed. “The old man is more than half a millennium old, I think he can decide when enough is enough.” She then lazily pointed in Amisar’s direction. “Besides, he's a stubborn old fool.”
“Thank you, little drake.”
“That wasn't a compliment.”
Hiccuping and throwing herself into his lap, Jedessa wept. She thought back to all the moments they’ve shared together. Every moment of happiness, every moment of comfort and one single thought at the end of each memory. It all coming to an end.
She felt a hand upon her head, petting it. Warm fingers combed through her hair and another hand stroked her back. Amisar hushed her softly. “There there, Jedessa.”
“No…” She murmured into his clothes. “Don't say it will be okay, it's not okay!”
“It will.” He whispered. “No future is set in stone, little one, but one thing is certain. We all have a beginning and an end.”
He pulled her face up to face him and they looked into each other's eyes.
“I am old, Jedessa, and in pain. But for the time you've been with me.” He looked up to Elenia, who had stray tears falling from her cheeks. “the time BOTH of you have been with me. You’ve given me such joy and happiness that I'll never be able to repay. But I ask you for this one final time to give this old man one last wish.”
They both slowly nodded in turn, and held their breath. Amisar turned to look at Elenia. “When the time comes for your departure, take Jedessa and her family with you.”
It had been a month since then, and Amisar was now looking upon the waving figures of Elenia and Jedessa slowly disappearing towards the horizon. What joys they had been, he thought. He had spent the majority of their time together after their conversation upon the Irondeck enjoying the luxuries of the freehold and reliving old memories. They walked amongst the streets of Tyria, visited orphanages, listened to music, and went drinking together with old friends.
And now they were gone, he thought to himself. He sighed, he knew the moment was inevitable but the inevitability of it made it no less bitter. Glancing to the now empty docks, and the setting sun, he wished he’d never went to Asshai.
“I shouldn't have lived this long.” He whispered to himself.
“My lord?” A voice uttered behind him.
He turned around and saw the figure of a young girl. A new servant, a new name. How long will this one last? How long before I come to love them, and how long before they leave me?
No more, he thought. The end is near, I shan't bear the weight of another love lost.
“Come, servant. Help me up the stairs.”
Servants walked past him through the halls in a flowing river of red and black, all bearing the silver hair of valyrians. For as the freehold mandated, no foreigners may enter dragonkeeps.
As if other families have the right to tell me who I can and can't let into my halls, Amisar thought to himself. He had traveled Westeros, Sothoryos and Essos and bar perhaps the most frivolous of Yi Tish nobility, no one matched his “equals” in the freehold in their arrogance.
But then again perhaps he should not judge, he was after all the very essence of hubris. In his youth he wanted to be Aerion, the legendary first dragon rider who brought the valyrian peninsula from a bunch of warring tribes to a freehold. One which in the beginning brought freedom for all men.
What a wretched thing they had turned it into, he thought. For as he had read more and more of the histories of the freehold, the more into a pit of despair he fell into. Ever since the gheskari had fallen to the freehold and the freehold had a taste of the sweet meat of slavery, it never let go. For the fourteen flames, the volcanoes dotting the peninsula, rich in rare minerals, were hungry. And their hunger was only slacked by the blood of hundreds of thousands of slaves.
He looked out from one of the many windows of the lower hall, even from the first floor he could see far away. For the mount on which the dragonkeep rested was one of the highest. From its perch Amisar could see the spires of the capital of Valyria in the distance. In that city he had debated, conspired and betrayed to achieve his goals. Yet for every lord he convinced of his cause, ten more were swayed by the luxuries born of their class.
“Fools…” He whispered to himself.
It had taken a decade until he realized he would not win but a foothold with his beliefs in the grand council. And thus he abandoned his place in the freehold to become an adventurer, trying to find a way to extend his life so he might one day win by simple attrition. His journey brought him across every known continent till he finally found the red sorcerers of Asshai, where he had branded a ruby into his heart. It did extend his life, but it did not make him truly ageless as was evident.
Not that it helped, he thought. Sighing dejectedly he turned to look upon the door to the vault, but a single light caught his eye in the distance.
A dragonfire? He thought, as the fire spread from the freehold. But the fire kept spreading, growing larger, until-
A giant tremor suddenly swept through the castle, screams rang out from the servants and Amisar gripped the window with its lists. His eyes never left the horizon as he looked on in horror at what was wrought upon the capital.
Plumes of fire were spewed out, toppling great spires, he could the shapes of dragons falling out of the sky for even they could not bear the onslaught. Giant stones were flung as each one of the volcanoes visible all burst open like dams, issuing forth a torrent of molten rock. Whole towns were swallowed and as he looked beneath his own walls, he saw that water was flooding in from the direction opposite the interior view.
“Oh gods!” Amisar cried. “Daenys doom is here! Oh Arrax have mercy on us all!”
He turned to the vault door, rushing to it as the servants were still panicking at the chaos that was unfolding. Pushing his entire weight against the door, he slowly moved it, inch by inch, all the while the screams of the people behind him could be heard.
Giving one final push, he finally saw that a crack had opened enough for him to squeeze his body through. Practically throwing himself through it, he let out a large breath to try to make himself smaller. Seconds passed and as soon as his chest had squeezed through, the rest of him toppled over to the other side. Thankfully it was easier to close the door again.
Looking through the crack though, one last horrible sight left him crying out in fear as he watched a wyrm with a human face crawl up the neck of one of the servant girls. The girl was screaming and clawing at it as it burned her skin, and as the vault closed itself off to the outside world, the wyrm slithered inside the mouth of its victim.
A thunk rang out. Darkness. All that was heard was the panicked breaths of Amisar
Thumbling for his staff, the patriarch was brought to his knees, his hands touching stone, stone, stone, metal. Grabbing ahold of it, he turned himself back to the doors and with his hands upon the handles, he stuck the staff between them.
“Fuck…” He exclaimed breathlessly. “What the fuck…”
What was that?! He thought to himself. Those weren't the servants of Arrax, those were- he searched for the word in his head.
Demons! Monsters of the hells of Sothoryos or the deepest caverns of the fourteen flames!
He wished to die, but to something like that? No. Not like that. Not peeling the skin from his flesh as he was boiled inside out.
Amisar went to stand, and turning around to the giant chamber, he calmed himself, although his breath was still uneven.
“I will not die today.” He whispered.
He took a deep breath.
“Awaken, Naqessa! Awaken, Drivessa! Awaken, Karessa!”
Silence. He knew they were there, he felt her, I felt THEM. His sisters.
A deep rumbling filled the hall, the sound reverberating through his very bones. In comparison to the terror-inducing rumble of the disaster outside, this one offered comfort, like the hum of a mother to her child.
One turned to two, two to three, and soon dust filled the chamber from all sides as something was moving. Suddenly, from the pitch black darkness, a light blue fire spewed into the air and made a noise akin to a roar. Shielding his eyes from the sudden blast of light, Amisar then looked on with a smile as two crystal blue eyes looked down at him. Golden scales, discolored by age, reflected as the blazing light danced upon the ceiling before coming to an end. Leaving him with but the glow of her eyes to stare into.
“Good morning, Naqessa.” He said lovingly, the dragon purring deeply in return, her singsong voice finally calming his nerves.
The moment was broken as another flame broke out to his left. This one was dyed a deep green and instead of a single burst, this one was spewed forth like a firestorm.
She loves to burn, Amisar thought to himself.
The fire eventually came to an end, and a good thing she spewed forth so much, for besides her eyes, her entire body was as black as sin. Rumored to be the ancestor of Balerion, the ashen dragon bonded to Daenys, the she-dragon was nothing if not fierce.
“You’re as beautiful as ever, Drivessa.” Amisar said, with not an ounce of fear in him. For he knew she would sooner burn herself than hurt him.
Staring down at him with her emerald eyes, she cooed lovingly at her brother.
Finally, the last of the dragons made themself known as a plume of violet and white fire rose and blended with the green fire of Drivessa. Throwing her head from side to side to get the dust off of her, this she-dragon was almost a carbon copy of himself.
She was pure white, with purple eyes and wings. The middle child of the three dragons, she was always the most clever, and always the most haughty. Making sure not an ounce of dust was left on her, she looked down at Amisar.
“The beauty rest did you good Karessa.” Amisar greeted her. “You shine like a thousand stars.”
The dragon preened at the compliment and cooed lovingly, her amethyst eyes looking down at Amisar.
The three of them, like him, had been too old to travel to Dragonstone and thus had nested within the dragonkeep as forgedrakes. Their fires gave the finest blades and armor of the freehold in the last 50 years.
“I'm sorry to disturb your rest, yet there is something urgent that has arisen.” He spoke to them. “You feel it dont you? Arrax judgment is here.”
They suddenly turned their heads to where the sky would be, their heads tilting in different directions. They let off distressed mewls as their mood shifted to fear.
“There there, little ones.” He approached, the three of the lowering their heads to his level. Although each of them could easily swallow a mammoth whole, they were still his little sisters. Amisar stroked each of their noses, feeling their hot breath wash over him made him feel safer, despite the growing darkness that surrounded them.
“It’ll be okay…” He looked to the side, the area marked off as his private armory. It was no more than a raised platform, but upon it rested a menagerie of items collected by him throughout his travels.
“Stay here, little ones.” Amisar spoke to them, nodding to Naqessa. Understanding what he meant, the eldest she-dragon shifted so both her younger siblings could rest against her, comforting them with her heat and bulk. After all, she was the largest of the three.
Stepping onto the platform, he quickly went to grab a dragonglass candle. The black oily stone felt heavy in his hand yet felt strangely… empty. Whispering an incantation, he held it aloft, yet no light came forth.
“Strange…” He said to himself. It was as if the magic within was just… gone.
Looking back into the darkness behind him he yelled aloud. “Drivessa, dracarys!" The sound of his voice echoed across the walls and soon thereafter, a torrent of flame spewed out across the ceiling and colored the chamber in a green hue.
Looking back at the armory, he sighed. Two rows of items stood on each side, and at the end a stone throne. “Right. Let's hope this works.”
…
Sitting on the throne, Amisar sat with a full set of scaled black armor, a size too big for him, for it was made during his youth. Upon his head rested a crown of weirwood from beyond the ice wall of westeros. In his left hand, a bottle of red liquid, blood from a king of the stormlands. In his right hand, a deep blue potion made by a shadowmancer of asshai. ‘Shade of the evening,’ they called it, as Amisar recalled.
Green magic, blood magic, shadow magic. Three of a whole, three elements to change fate and bind the world to your will.
Help me Arrax, grant me mercy upon this day of doom. The ceiling had begun collapsing in some places, his dragons now sat clustered around him, seeking his comfort. Water had begun rushing in through the door and the end was soon approaching.
“Drivessa, a light if you please.” He spoke softly.
She obliged him, fire slowly rising out of her mouth akin to a furnace. Breathing deeply, he concentrated. His mouth moved, speaking words of power, beseeching Arrax to grant him mercy, for Gaelithox to grant him the binding of fire, and finally for Vermax to grant him travel.
“Please.” He pleaded as he saw the fire snake around his hands, as if alive.
“Set us free.” The fire touched the bottles, breaking them.
Out of them, came light.
Amisar screamed, and all went black.
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TheSmallestHonse
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563621
| 1 |
Original Character,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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Incursions
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A force of nature is tearing through reality to find something...and Twilights keep getting in the way.
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incomplete
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<p>Reality is a kaleidoscope, each time you look into it and give it a little spin you'll see some new haunting pattern or possibility that will shock or amaze you. One choice, or one tweak, to a little moment can cause a new moment to fracture and change everything. Then those changes can branch out to create more and more and more. It's a never ending tunnel of 'what if' and chance.</p><p>Something from beyond the kaleidoscope has invaded this sacred fractal and is looking for something, something to do with Twilight Sparkle. It leaves a trail of destruction in its wake and it seems near unstoppable at every point.</p><p>Somepony has to notice and stop this, before all of reality is cleansed of Twilight Sparkle and this stranger finds what they're looking for.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-18T18:20:25+00:00
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2024-08-18T18:20:25+00:00
| 90 |
“Another disappointment.” The masked pony’s disgust was audible as she tossed her latest victim aside. “As they always are…” The tiara fell from Luna’s head as her lifeless and colorless body hit the floor and the last few wisps of dark blue magic seeped from her form.
Those last few gasps of Luna’s magic meandered for but a moment until the masked pony seemed to draw them in and absorb them through the armored horn on their head. Such magic being taken should’ve had a visible effect on the pony, but it produced none. There was no shaking or change in their physiology, they just stood there as if it was a much needed recharge.
Twilight couldn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on the lifeless alicorn sprawled across the floor. Her thoughts surged between panic and anger, each swing more violent than the last. The unicorn could feel the magic deep within her surge and well up. It was ready to unleash itself and burn the world around her, she could feel it. All she had to do was let it, and she was sure that it would stop the masked pony.
“You will pay for what you’ve done here.” It wasn’t Twilight’s rage filled words that filled the space in the throne room, it was Celestia’s. It was at that moment that Twilight suddenly registered the intense heat that was now filling the room, all of it coming from her mentor.
Celestia’s mane was as still as the air in the room, the non-existent breeze that usually kept it flowing having stopped from sheer fear. Twilight saw something that she had never seen grace her teacher’s features before, a snarl. The long alabaster horn that sprouted from her head was awash in fierce golden light that radiated with the heat of the sun.
Whatever Twilight felt, it was dwarfed by the sheer presence of Celestia’s fury. There was no room to be angry when the sun itself was about to unleash its power upon someone. She could only back away from the alicorn and hope to not be collateral damage.
The masked pony did not seem surprised or frightened at Celestia’s display. The fact that they were about the same height as Celestia, and seemingly just as powerful as Luna, definitely helped their courage. Their crystalline mask reflected the light and caused sunspots to dance on every surface of the opulent throne room as the stranger cocked their head to the side in bemusement at Celestia’s temper tantrum.
The mask itself wasn’t smooth, it looked like some kind of gem that had been inexpertly cut. It had a million different surfaces, all at different angles and of different sizes. The quality of the material was also poor, so cloudy that the features of the pony wearing the mask could not be discerned beneath it. There weren’t any holes for the eyes or the mouth either, nonetheless this stranger could still see everything and their voice could be heard as clear as day.
It wasn’t just the mask that concealed this pony’s identity either, it was their whole getup. Long flowing robes of what was once white cloth spilled onto the floor around their hooves and made it seem like they were gliding just above the floor as they moved. Bandages, or perhaps some kind of bodysuit, covered up their neck right up to the bottom of that mask.
The mask itself didn’t just cover the stranger’s face: it encased their entire head, even their horn. It was more of a helmet than a mask at that point. Not a trace of mane escaped, either. This was an enigma just as much as a pony, and it did not care for Celestia’s temper tantrum.
“What do you think, little one?” The stranger turned their eyeless gaze to Twilight. “Are you angry? Are you feeling…violent?” They kept the same monotone cadence through their entire sentence, until the last word. It was far more intense and curious.
“You will leave her alone!” Celestia stepped in front of Twilight and slammed her hoof against the tile. The entire throne room seemed to shake from the action and the stained glass windows rattled in their frames. The world itself seemed to quiver in terror. “This is between you and I, Twilight has nothing to do with it.”
“She has everything to do with it. You will see…”
Something happened in front of the stranger. That was the best way to explain it: something. It looked like the fabric of reality itself…crunched. Like spiderweb cracks running across a pane of glass. The stranger gave the two ponies a glance before they stepped into this aberration on the skin of the world. There wasn’t a visible entrance, they simply disappeared into the cracks.
Then reality seemed to straighten itself out and it looked, if you ignored Luna’s body, like nothing had happened at all. Twilight stepped nervously towards the spot that the stranger had occupied moments ago.
“Are…are they gone?” The anger gave way to the panic now as the stillness set in and Celestia’s fury faded. Alarm bells were going off in her head despite the new calm. Something wasn’t right. Why would somepony barge in here, do all of that to just…leave?
Unless they were a lot more afraid of Celestia than they showed.
“Luna…” Celestia went immediately to her little sister’s limp form and knelt beside it. She had been too hot, literally, for tears to form before. But now they were flowing freely. She cradled the grayed out body in her hooves and buried her face in the cool lifeless form as she cried. “No…no. Luna…I just got you back. Please. No.”
Twilight wanted to weep with her teacher. After all, she and her friends had just saved Luna from being Nightmare Moon. Celestia had finally been reunited with her long lost estranged loved one. But…something was wrong. Somepony that powerful didn’t just…leave.
“If I could do that…” Twilight mumbled to herself.
Then she acted. It wasn’t anything concrete, it was just instinct. She leapt to Celestia’s side and threw up a bubble of shimmering lavender magic around them. It wasn’t a split second later that the air above the grieving princess cracked and a beam of pure black darkness shot out from nowhere, aimed directly at Celestia’s back.
When two sources of magic touch, it’s like any other meeting of the senses. It’s an exchange of information. A unicorn can tell a lot when their magic meets another’s. This time, Twilight learned too much.
This magic, black as night and seemingly absorbing the light and color of the room around it, was not normal. Perhaps that was obvious, but it was the simple truth. It didn’t feel right. The texture was like nothing Twilight had felt before. It was like grabbing a bolt of cloth, expecting it to be silk, and feeling sandpaper instead.
The stranger leapt from the crack in the world, the black magic spouting from her horn in a laser focused strike. The featureless mask stared inquisitively at Twilight’s attempt to stop the onslaught, and Twilight could’ve sworn that she saw it smile.
The foul magic, the kind that did not belong to a pony nor anything else natural, ate away at Twilight’s barrier like acid. First it would strip the color from the barrier, then the barrier would crack and eventually shatter. Every time this happened, Twilight would throw up another one right beneath it. This, of course, led to an ever shrinking space for her to operate in.
All of this happened in the span of seconds. In that time, Twilight had already gone through half a dozen layers of shields and her seventh was being swiftly devoured. She had no idea how to get out of this. None of her tricks could move both her and Celestia successfully or repel the stranger. There wasn’t anything she could do but delay.
Then a golden shield blossomed above Twilight’s head and was there to absorb the impact of the strange unnatural magic once her own barrier shattered again. A wave of relief washed over the young unicorn as the all powerful princess of the sun stepped in.
The now golden bubble of sunlight infused magic expanded, gradually pushing back the corrupt black magic. Twilight stood, as did her mentor and she joined in. Her magic added another push and the alicorn was able to rise to her full height in the expanding bubble.
Luna was no slouch when it came to power, even though she was freshly recovered and slowly building her strength back up, she could still move the moon. Celestia herself was magnitudes stronger than her little sister. One thousand years of struggle and practice had made her more formidable than any other being on the planet.
And now she was being pushed back.
Celestia gritted her teeth and sweat poured from her forehead and dampened the pastel mane that was gradually losing its sheen. The golden bubble that surrounded the pair was becoming more and more gray by the second. The corrosive touch of the stranger’s magic was eating through what was most likely the strongest magical force in Equestria, and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
Twilight knew they couldn’t last for long under the assault. Something needed to be done. There was one last trick she could pull, maybe, but it would take all of her remaining magical strength. She had only successfully teleported once, in the castle when facing down Nightmare Moon. This situation was just as dire, so she needed to tap into that same primal power source to get both her and Princess Celestia out of this spot.
Twilight closed her eyes and did her best to block out the situation around her. She did her best to close the sound of clashing magic out and tried to think of the pool of magic deep inside of her soul. It was as deep and wide as the ocean and was just waiting to be used, all she had to do was mold it.
Twilight spun her magic into the appropriate spell and doubled the size she used on just herself in the decrepit castle.It was straining her talent and ability and she could feel her own body rejecting the amount of magic she was pushing through it.
It needed to be done, though.
When it felt like she could do no more, she snapped the spell into existence and the princess and her student disappeared in a flash of light. The destination she had in mind when she conjured the energy was her old room in one of the castle’s many towers. They both reappeared amidst Twilight’s things and crashed to the floor in a collectively exhausted heap.
Twilight could barely think and the world was spinning around her as she tried to stand. Celestia was in no better shape. Both were almost completely drained of energy, most likely another side effect of the stranger’s magic coming into contact with their own. But that teleportation spell took all that Twilight had left in the tank. If the stranger found them or followed them here, then…
The skin of reality cracked once more and the stranger stepped out of thin air. Their robes billowed behind them as they strode up to the two drained ponies. Their featureless face seemed to stare at Twilight with such curiosity that for a brief moment the unicorn felt like she was being studied.
“Is that really your limit?” The stranger asked, the disappointment in their voice immeasurable. “A teleportation spell? You may be the weakest I’ve encountered…” The face then turned to look at Celestia, who was slowly getting to her hooves. “You’re not the one I need…you barely know how to defend yourself. Pathetic.”
“You…you will leave this place.” Celestia staggered to stand in front of Twilight again. “Or…” She couldn’t even bother to make herself ‘or else.’ What threat could she make when she was pretty clearly outmatched? It would be an empty threat.
“Not without collecting my due.” The armored horn atop the stranger’s head became encased in that vantablack glow and Celestia soon became surrounded by the corrupting magic.
Twilight had seen this already once before, minutes ago when the same thing had happened to Princess Luna. She knew this would lead to her idol, her longtime mentor and teacher, becoming a colorless heap upon the floor. That pendulum of panic and anger flared up again.
She couldn’t let this happen.
This…stranger had to be stopped. Right here. Right now.
Twilight roared in anger and charged the assailant, her horn sparking with what little magic she had remaining in her body. She was within a foot of the robed menace when she was lifted off of her hooves by an all too familiar black glow.
This…aberration of magic touching her aura was bad, touching her body was far worse. It was like her skin was porous and this ooze seeped into the coat the very core of her being. It was suffocating and an outright violation of her autonomy. It seeped into every crevice of her soul, as if searching for something.
Then it found whatever it was looking for.
The black rot grabbed the spark that sat in the deepest part of her soul, and it pulled. The spark was more than just magic, it was Twilight and soon she was outside of her own body. She was nothing more than a mote of light suspended in a solution of black magic. She could not see anything, nor did she have any real senses, but she knew she was not within herself anymore and she knew she was headed slowly towards the multifaceted mask.
As soon as Twilight’s spark hit the crystal edifice of the stranger’s mask, sense returned. Suddenly she could see again, and all she saw was a nightmare come to life. It was as if she was in a shattered mirror; thousands of surfaces surrounded her and reflected scenes she could barely comprehend. They all showed Twilight…or at least, different Twilights. Some were unicorns like her, others were pegasi and there was even a lone earth pony Twilight amongst the cacophonous possibilities.
Then there were the ones that really stood out, the alicorns. They were, by far, the most represented on the little shards of reality that occupied the space. Then there were the most disturbing ones…the scenes of a limp and colorless body that once belonged to one of these Twilights, usually left on the floor of what looked to be Ponyville’s library or some opulent crystal castle.
Twilight didn’t have time to stare at every single one of these possibilities, as soon her spark was sent somewhere else…somewhere deeper beyond the shattered realities. It was a deep dark pit full of other little purple sparks…other Twilights.
She was now one of those colorless bodies she had seen before and this spark, this essence, was all that was left of her. The stranger had taken it.
Now she was but one voice in a chorus of stolen Twilights, all crying out for help and mercy. Twilight somehow knew that they would find neither.
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TheSmallestHonse
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563621
| 2 |
Original Character,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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Incursions
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A force of nature is tearing through reality to find something...and Twilights keep getting in the way.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Reality is a kaleidoscope, each time you look into it and give it a little spin you'll see some new haunting pattern or possibility that will shock or amaze you. One choice, or one tweak, to a little moment can cause a new moment to fracture and change everything. Then those changes can branch out to create more and more and more. It's a never ending tunnel of 'what if' and chance.</p><p>Something from beyond the kaleidoscope has invaded this sacred fractal and is looking for something, something to do with Twilight Sparkle. It leaves a trail of destruction in its wake and it seems near unstoppable at every point.</p><p>Somepony has to notice and stop this, before all of reality is cleansed of Twilight Sparkle and this stranger finds what they're looking for.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-19T22:46:47+00:00
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2024-08-19T22:46:47+00:00
| 40 |
Twilight Sparkle was flung from the void and into the world proper again. Behind her the air crackled with energy from where she had emerged. It looked like someone had hit the air a little too hard and it cracked, sending lines out in various directions from her point of escape. Those cracks sealed up just as quickly as they appeared, leaving nary a trace that a pony had been violently ejected from the space between spaces.
Of course, she had been aiming to be deposited on the street below. Her work with this particular brand of magic was not as exact as she would’ve liked and as of right now she was hundreds of feet above Manehattan and falling.
It took her a moment to corral her senses and get her wings righted so she could stop her descent. In no time her altitude was stable and she was looking over this Equestria that was definitely similar to her own, but also distinctly different.
The most immediate difference she could spot from her vantage point was that the statue that sat in the harbor, that of the mare of liberty, was half destroyed and in the process of being rebuilt. There were also swaths of the city that were in ruin or severely damaged. A battle had recently taken place here and the city was recovering.
Despite it not being her Equestria, it still hurt to see one of the jewels of the country in this state nonetheless. She wished she could actually help, but that wasn’t the reason she was here. A quick locating spell pointed her in the direction of her quarry: straight down and about a block north.
Twilight swooped down towards the ground and headed towards her target’s location. As she got closer, more recent chaos became more and more apparent. Ponies were screaming, crying and in panic. They were all also running from the point that she was headed towards.
“Not a good sign…” She admitted to herself.
But at least if the worst had already come to pass, it meant that they would all be far too busy to look up and see another Twilight Sparkle flying above them. She would take that for now. The last thing that this world needed was more confusion and chaos, especially now…
Twilight rounded a corner and saw the source of all of the chaos for the first time. It was a high end restaurant, one she had been to with some of her friends at least once before. She couldn’t remember the name and now it was nearly unrecognizable in its current state.
The small outdoor patio that held about a dozen tables was a complete mess. The tables were in pieces and there were obvious signs of a magical battle.Scorchmarks littered the stonework of the surrounding buildings and there was a crater in the middle of the street…in the middle of which laid the prone and colorless body of…her.
It may sound a little obvious, but it was very strange to see her own dead body. This was the first time she had caught this directly after the incident, when she could at least still see the corpse. She had seen her own grave before and that was surreal, but this was something else. She expected to feel an intense sadness or even the urge to be sick, but instead she just felt…curious.
She expected all of the Twilights to be more or less uniform, but that apparently was not the case at all. This Twilight had a very short mane with no bangs at all and the back went maybe a quarter of the way down her neck. Her tail was cut in a similar fashion, maybe about a foot long at best. Then there was the scar that trailed down her face from above right eye, straight down it, and then expanded into a starburst on her cheek.
This version of Twilight Sparkle had been through the ringer and had met a fate that befitted such a life. It looked like, at least, that she had nearly given as good as she had got. There was dignity in that, at least Twilight thought so…
“Sweet Celestia…Twilight…?” A voice that was as familiar as her very own came from behind Twilight. It was a soothing presence until she remembered that this was not her Equestria and this was not her friend.
Twilight turned and was face to face with Rarity, this world’s Rarity, and she was just as beautiful as any other. She was virtually unchanged from the Rarity of Twilight’s own world save for a recently cracked pair of blue rimmed spectacles on her face. Tears were falling from her sapphire blue eyes as she stared in shock at this very much alive facsimile of her dead friend.
“No. That’s not…” Rarity fumbled for her words as her gaze went between the two Twilights, not believing what she was seeing with her own eyes. “Who…”
“Rarity.” Twilight’s mouth was dry and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Her throat tightened around the words that she was struggling to force out. “I…I’m so sorry.”
The situation and its consequences were beginning to hit her like a fully loaded train. This was no longer a hypothetical on a chalkboard. It wasn’t a theory. This was real. This Twilight was a real pony with real problems and real friends.
And now she was dead.
But this was neither the time nor the place to have a sudden breakdown over the truth of it all. That would need to be postponed until later when Twilight was safe back in her own existence. For now, she needed answers so that even more people wouldn’t lose their Twilights.
“I know this is…a lot. I’m sorry I have to be here now…I wanted to try to prevent this but…” She was too late. It wasn’t the first time, but hopefully it would be the last. “I’m not your Twilight…” She looked back to the colorless form at her hooves. “Obviously. But I mean I’m not from the future or the past, I’m from another Equestria. Another world.” Celestia only knew if Rarity was capable of absorbing all of this right now, but she was hoping that at least some of it would get through. “I need to know what happened. Please. From the beginning.”
“W-we were out on a date…our first anniversary.” Twilight suppressed her urge to comment on that fact. Now was neither the place for the time, but she would ask more about that later if she could find the time. “It was…she wanted to take me here, where we had our very first date and they had finally rebuilt it after her battle with Tirek…” That would explain the widespread destruction at least. “I-”
“It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, but it was the only assurance that Twilight had ready. “Then a pony showed up, right?” She had never talked with somepony who had actually seen the assailant in action. She had read descriptions from papers, but this was the first actual contact she had with a pony from another world.
“Y-yeah…it was…” Rarity took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Twilight had seen that look a hundred times over plus some. It was a sign of her immense focus and an attempt to recall details. “They were wearing long robes, used to be white but were covered in dust and grime. Silk, judging from the way it moved and the weight. They wore a…helmet. Made of crystal. It wasn’t any kind of crystal or gem I had ever seen before.”
“And their magic?”
“Black. Black as night.” Rarity had to choke back a sob as she spoke. “...like a black hole. It was like…nothing could escape it.” Rarity’s lip trembled for a moment and she had to choke back another sob to continue. “Twilight…Twilight had never seen anything like it. She said it…it sapped the strength from her.”
“How did she put up a fight?”
“She was…amazing.” Rarity’s eyes opened again and they fell to the spent form of her Twilight. “Gifted with teleportation. An absolute talent. That’s how she beat Tirek, you know? He baited her here for their final battle and they…did a lot of damage, but she teleported him back to Tartarus.”
“What.” It was all Twilight could offer the alternate version of her. If the battle with Tirek followed the same general script as her own, then he most likely had Discord’s power. In order to teleport someone with that amount of magic within them…holding the fields together on multiple ponies was already something that took extreme concentration. To teleport Tirek at the height of his power? It was a feat of mythological strength.
“She tried it with this pony and it just…didn’t work.” Rarity kept talking as if Twilight wasn’t completely flabbergasted by the other Twilight’s feats. “She couldn’t teleport them, no matter how hard she tried. But she didn’t want to leave the city so she just…”
“She kept trying.” Twilight finished Rarity’s sentence for her. “She ran herself ragged, dodging the stranger and trying to figure out a way past their defenses. Eventually she was caught.” It was easy to piece it all together now that Rarity had laid the groundwork. Twilight could even feel herself trying to put together all of the things the other Twilight had tried on the stranger. Mixing magical frequencies, entangling different strands, looping into the stranger’s magic when they cast something. To feel each one of them fail would be both frustrating and demoralizing.
“Rarity. I’m sorry.” Twilight mumbled when she was done wargaming in her own head. “I wish I could’ve gotten here sooner, but I wasn’t.” There were no more words she could give, no encouraging speeches or platitudes. This Rarity’s loved one had been stolen from her. Rarity had seen this Twilight fight to her very last breath. She had seen her partner get worn down to a nub in the heat of magical combat and succumb to an overwhelming and unstoppable force. There was no way to sugarcoat that. “They won’t be back. All they wanted was her. All they want is us.”
“She’s not the first…?” That was a logical question to ask and Twilight could’t fault her for asking.
“No.” Twilight shook her head with a sigh. “I don’t know how many they’ve already taken, but I’ve been to six different Equestria’s now and they’ve all had their Twilight…” She motioned to her lifeless doppelganger. “That’s happened to all of them.”
“We have to stop them.” Was the determined and adamant response that came from Rarity. In an instant all of the sadness and grief seemed to evaporate from the simmering determination that now radiated from this world’s fashionista.
“We?!” Twilight couldn’t help but sound a little indignant about this. She had poured hundreds of hours into researching the magic that would even allow her to detect other worlds. This was not one of their monster fights that could be solved with grit and the magic of friendship. This was a multi-reality threat with completely unknown motives. “Rarity, no. This is-”
“You listen here, Twilight Sparkle.” Rarity was practically on top of Twilight in the blink of an eye. The unicorn, who was much smaller than Twilight’s alicorn form, leveled a stare that made the princess feel like a filly again. “I just lost the pony I love the most in the world and right now the only thing I want to do is to get back at the pony who did this. If there’s a chance I can stop another Rarity from losing her Twilight as well, then that’s even better.”
“What makes you think other Twilights are dating other Raritys?” Twilight was a little hung up on that little bit Rarity’s impassioned speech. Sure, maybe Twilight had glanced at her Rarity more than a few times and had even had roses delivered anonymously with a card on Hearts and Hooves Day but…
“Darling, we were made for each other.” Rarity answered with a soft smile. “This universe, the next, or any in between. I know it.”
“Well…alright.” Twilight knew she couldn’t argue with that. “I, uh, what’s going to happen here though? This world has already lost their Twilight. Can they afford to lose their Rarity too? And what about your sister? Your parents? Your friends?”
“Sister?” Rarity raised an eyebrow. Then she shook the thought away. “Twilight, this is important and you cannot do this alone. Plus, I won’t be gone forever. I’ll be back once we catch this fiend and avenge my Twilight.”
“Rarity. This is going to be dangerous.” Twilight needed to stress this. She knew the moment that she left her own world that there was a strong possibility that she would not be back. She knew that every time she ventured into another Equestria, that she might encounter something hostile to her or as with today, she might encounter the stranger. That would be the end for her then. Well, at least she assumed it would be. No other Twilight could stop them yet, so she assumed that she would be no different. “If you don’t come back…”
“I will.” Rarity stated confidently.
The confidence died for a moment as Rarity approached the corpse of her lover. Twilight could see the brave facade crumble and her legs begin to shake as she knelt next to the other alicorn. A kiss was placed on the forehead of the fallen Element of Magic and Rarity embraced the cold and lifeless body with a tight squeeze. Something was spoken, just low enough that it could only be heard by Rarity and nopony else.
“I suppose this is it.” Rarity spoke up again as she stood. Tears stained the other Twilight’s fur where the mare had momentarily buried her face. She didn’t turn around to face the visitor to her world until she had dried the remaining tears. “I’m ready.”
Twilight wasn’t sure how that was possible, because not even she was ready for what laid ahead of them.
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Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Other,Principal Celestia,Vice-Principal Luna,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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A Symbiote's Best Friend
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After weeks of being chased by a heavily armed private organisation the host of a symbiote gives the it to closest person before he dies.
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incomplete
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<p>For weeks the host of a symbiote has been chased by the private organisation known as the Life Foundation. In his final moments he gives the symbiote to a teenager by the name of Jessica, to ensure it does not fall in to the possession of the life foundation.</p><p>With New York no longer safe for her, Jessica returns to her home town of Canterlot and takes on the role of the obscure Spider-Girl.</p><hr/><p>This story will use Spider-man villains, but they will be altered a wee bit to fit the story better. But I will keep them mostly the same.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-18T20:07:02+00:00
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2024-08-18T20:08:02+00:00
| 136 |
Jessica screamed as the roof to the library suddenly collapsed inwards towards her. She put her hands on her head and looked down, ready to be hit by the falling ceiling. The sound of wood and stone breaking sounded out above her, looking up she saw the large shelves had stopped the falling debris.
Shakily she moved carefully in to another aisle of shelves. She tried her best to stay away from the rubble across the floor and hanging from the shelves. Eventually she made it to the side of the library and pressed her back against the cracked stone wall before slowly sliding to the ground. Jessica took in deep breaths and tried to calm herself. Though this was difficult due to the constant sound of gunfire and the occasional animalistic roar.
The sounds seemed to echo all around her, making her more and more afraid of what was happening. After a minute or to of sitting there she stood up and began to make her move to escape. Just as she took her first step there was a sudden crash as something flew through the wall next to her. She let out a scream and looked in the direction of what came through the wall.
What she saw completely threw her off, it appeared to a some what large black creature with large white eyes and a large messy spider emblem across its chest. It let out a growl and bared it's teeth before trying to push a shelf off of itself. During its attempt it let out a pained scream and it's arm fell limp. Jessica good there and stared at the creature in disbelief, she had heard of this thing but never thought she would see it in person.
The creatures face and body suddenly pealed away revealing a young man who must have been in his mid twenties. There was a pained scoul across his face as he lay there limp. Seening this Jessica ran over to his side.
"Holy shit s-sir, are you ok?" She asked. The man looked at her and his eyes winded.
"What are you doing here? You need to leave, now!" The man said, his voice sounded strained.
"What? No I won't leave you need help!" Jessica protested as she moved some of the smaller bricks and wood off of the man. "I saw what you are but, i still think you need help."
"No... there's no time." The man suddenly grabbed Jessica's hand. "I'm sorry."
"W-what are you doing?"
A strange black substance began to come off the man and on to Jessica's hand. She tried to pull away from him but his hand held her tightly. The strange substance slid up the sleeve of her hoodie and disappeared under it. Once the substance and had fully left the man he let go of her hand.
"W-what the fuck was that?" Jessica asked, her voice full of concern and fear. She shuddered and began to feel around herself, trying to find the substance but to no success.
"That is my friend... and now I must trust you to protect it." The man said. "You have to leave the city, move far away and don't draw attention to yourself."
"I don't understand, why must I leave?"
Before Jessica could get an answer tje sound of heavy footsteps began to approach them and light beeping of something could be heard.
"There's no time, go hide. Now!" The man ordered. Jessica reluctantly left tje man's side and hid on the other side of the room, she crouched behind a shelf and watched the man from between two books.
Looking at the broken wall she watched a group of heavily armoured people step in, all brandishing a large assault rifle, except for one, who was carrying a large device that occasionally beeped.
"He doesn't have it." The soldier with the device said. The soldier turned and watched as a man in heavy yellow armour, yellow kevlar and two large silver gauntlets.
"Is that... the Shocker?" Jessica asked herself, in a hushed tone. "He's a lot bigger than I thought."
"Well, isn't this a suprise, you don't have it. So where is it Eric?" Shocker said as he crouched in front of the man, now identified as Eric.
"Even if a knew I wouldn't tell you of all people." Eric said in a defiant tone. He spat at Shocker, just missing him.
"Oh Eric, how gullible do you think I am?" Shocker asked rhetorically. "You had the suit only ten minutes ago, where is it?"
"It's... its gone... you'll never find it."
"Gone? Well ain't that a shame. But trust me I will find it Eric." Shocker said as he stood up and walked away from Eric. "But since it's gone and you won't talk, we'll I have no use for you."
With one of his hands he turned a small dial on one of his gauntlets before turning and pointing it at Eric.
"Goodnight freak show."
With a small move from his wrist a large blast of energy was shot at Eric. It forced his head back and there was a sudden snap. Once the shot was done Eric fell limp.
"Alright, look around people it can't have gotten far!" Shocker ordered as he walked back out the hole in the wall. "And if it has a new host, bring them in alive."
Jessica's eyes widened as she watched the soldiers begin to sweep the area. Then she heard it a slightly distorted female voice. It said one word.
"Run."
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| 2 |
Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Other,Principal Celestia,Vice-Principal Luna,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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A Symbiote's Best Friend
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After weeks of being chased by a heavily armed private organisation the host of a symbiote gives the it to closest person before he dies.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>For weeks the host of a symbiote has been chased by the private organisation known as the Life Foundation. In his final moments he gives the symbiote to a teenager by the name of Jessica, to ensure it does not fall in to the possession of the life foundation.</p><p>With New York no longer safe for her, Jessica returns to her home town of Canterlot and takes on the role of the obscure Spider-Girl.</p><hr/><p>This story will use Spider-man villains, but they will be altered a wee bit to fit the story better. But I will keep them mostly the same.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-18T23:00:20+00:00
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2024-08-18T23:00:20+00:00
| 128 |
Jessica sprinted down the halls of Canterlot high, practically throwing herself around a corner when one appeared, this was the twelfth time in five weeks she would be late for her first class of the day.
"God damn it not again." She hissed to herself as she hit a turn a bit to fast. She jumped and ran across the wall for three steps before stepping back on to the floor. "Sling, you know this is your fault?"
"My fault? How is this my fault?" Sling said in Jessica's mind.
"Well for starters your the one who talked me in to going after that speeding car."
"True, but think about how good you felt when we caught them."
"You have a point. Now shut it, we're here."
Jessica reached her classroom and practically bursted. Immediately all eyes where on her. She gave a sheepish smile and walked towards her desk.
"Sorry, I'm late Dr Conners." Jessica said as she pulled her books from her bag and sat down.
"Honestly Jessica I can't even say I'm suprised anymore. This is the fifth time now. You've been late to my class specifically." Dr Conners said as he looked up from his computer. "Now, to catch you up to speed, we are on page fifty six in the textbook and we are looking at antibodies and healing."
Jessica nodded and flipped open the textbook and turned to the page.
"Jessica?" Dr Conners said.
"Yeah?"
"That's the wrong textbook. This is biology, not chemistry."
"Crap, my bad Dr Conners."
Jessica, looked back in to her bag and pulled out the correct book and then turned to the page. Conners nodded and looked back to his computer.
"Now I want you to read from that page to page sixty three." Dr Conners said. Jessica sighed and started to read. She picked up the information quickly thanks to Sling. Even before bonding with Sling Jessica was a bit of a nerd, but with the help of her new friend she was an even bigger nerd.
"Psst... hey..." A gentle voice came from infront of her. Jessica looked up from her book and saw Rainbow Dash looking back at her.
"What do you want Rainbow?" Jessica asked with a deadpan voice.
"Oh, nothing just wondering how in the world you could be late so often to this class, I mean it's not like you got anything interesting going on right?" Rainbow Dash said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Lile I know you're smart and all but you can't be smart enough to skip school."
"Rainbow Dash, be quiet and let Jessica do her work." Dr Conners said, not having to even look away from his computer.
"Sorry sir." Rainbow Dash said as she turned back to her own book.
Jessica rolled her eyes and looked back to her book.
"Can we go now?" Sling asked in Jessica's mind.
"Not yet." Jessica said silently.
"How, about now?"
"No."
"Now?"
"I said no"
The day was coming to an end and Sling had started to get extremely impatient. Jessica knew how much she hates school. But unfortunately for Sling this was important to Jessica.
Her pen scribbled across the page infront of her as she finished the final equation on the test sheet. She got up and walked to the front desk and slid it on to the teachers desk before walking back. While on her way back she noticed Rarity looked like she was having an absolute breakdown over the seventh question. She was, chewing the end of her pen nervously and tapping her foot. Jessica smirked a little and sat back down.
Not even a second after she sat down some faint static came over the intercom before someone began speaking.
"Can Jessica Jade please come to Principal Celestia's office. That's Jessica Jade to Principal Celestia's office."
Jessica sighed and stood up before grabbing her and walking out the door towards the Principal's office.
"Ooooo... how much trouble do you think she is in this time Twilight." Said Rainbow Dash as soon as Jessica stepped out the door.
Jessica sighed again and walked down the hall and made it to the office. She knocked on the door and a voice called from within.
"Come in."
Jessica opened the door and walked in.
"Jessica it's great to see you, please take a seat." Celestia said in a cheerful yet serious tone. Jessica wasn't sure how she did it, but nevertheless she did as she was told and sat across the desk from Celestia.
"So why did you call me in?" Jessica asked, but deep down she knew she didn't need to.
"Well I'm here to discuss your attendance at this school, your random acts of absence and your behaviour." Celestia said in a slightly more serious tone. "Now Jessica, I don't know what to do with you. Your constantly late or disappearing in the middle of the day, but yet your grades have stayed the same as they were when you were in New York. And I don't know if I'm impressed or not."
Jessica didn't say anything and looked down slightly.
"But you have to know I can't allow you to be constantly late or just dissappear, even if you have good grades."
"I understand Miss." Jessica said.
"So, reluctantly I'm going to put you in to after school detention for a week."
"What, no! She can't do that to us!" Sling yelled in Jessica's head.
"Now, I also want to talk about how you behave with others. You seem to keep your distance and not get close with your peers..."
"Yeah that's because they want nothing to do with me." Jessica said, cutting off Celestia. "To all of them I'm the freaky new girl who stays all by herself."
"I understand that, but you haven't put in any effort in to socialising. Now I know it must have been hard for you to suddenly move, but I need you to try your hardest."
Jessica huffed and crossed her arms, she refused to meet Celestia's eyes.
"Please Jessica make some friends." Celestia pleaded. Jessica said nothing and just sat there, uncomfortably shuffling every now and then.
"Alright... I'll let you go now." Said Celestia. Jessica nodded and stood up just as the bell rang to signal the end of the day. But for Jessica the day was still not over.
Jessica sat alone in a classroom with Vice-Principal Luna. She had been assigned some extra work by Dr Connors but she had already finished, so she sat there doodling random shapes, occasionally sneaking a look at her phone when Luna wasn't looking.
"Alright I'm stepping out for a bit, I'll be back in five minutes." Luna said as she stood up from her desk. Jessica simply put her thumb up and watched Luna leave. As soon as she had left the room Jessica pulled out her phone and looked at the news. The first thing that popped up looked like a live coverage of a bank robbery.
She immediately sat up in her chair and put her pen down. She looked to the window to her left and a single thought crossed her mine.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sling asked.
"Yep."
A little over ten minutes later Luna walked back in to the detention room.
"Sorry, I got caught up with..." Luna paused her sentence as she noticed Jessica was missing and the window was open.
"Damn that girl is sneaky." Luma said as she shut the window.
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Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Other,Principal Celestia,Vice-Principal Luna,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence
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A Symbiote's Best Friend
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After weeks of being chased by a heavily armed private organisation the host of a symbiote gives the it to closest person before he dies.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>For weeks the host of a symbiote has been chased by the private organisation known as the Life Foundation. In his final moments he gives the symbiote to a teenager by the name of Jessica, to ensure it does not fall in to the possession of the life foundation.</p><p>With New York no longer safe for her, Jessica returns to her home town of Canterlot and takes on the role of the obscure Spider-Girl.</p><hr/><p>This story will use Spider-man villains, but they will be altered a wee bit to fit the story better. But I will keep them mostly the same.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-21T22:37:38+00:00
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2024-08-21T22:37:38+00:00
| 56 |
Jessica stood on the roof of Canterlot High and removed some of the clothes she was wearing mainly her shoes and hoodie. Once she was done she shoved them in to her bag and put her bag on to her back.
"Alright let's get going." She said mostly to herself but also to Sling. Jessica ran across the room jumped from the rood, as soon as her feet left the ground she felt Sling emerg and wrap around her entire body tightly. Sling had turned herself in to a skin tight suit with a large white spider symbol across the chest that connected to one of the back.
Jessica threw her arm out and from the back of her wrist shot out a black web with connected to a nearby tree. Using the momentum from her jump she swung from the web and away from the school. After that first swing she felt Sling cover her face. Sling formed in to a mask with two large white eyes. She also mixed in with Jessica's hair turning it from it's usual blond with blue tips to completely black. Sling finally created a hood and used some tendrils to pull it over Jessica's head.
"That will never get old." Jessica said as she continued to swing further and further away from the school.
"I couldn't agree more." Sling said.
Police cars circled the entrance to the bank. TV vans were scattered up the road with reporters stood out in front, trying to question some witnesses of the event occurring inside the bank.
A SWAT team stood outside the front door ready to enter. But unlike the officers Jessica and Sling knew a better way in. Jessica stood next to a vent on the roof large enough to enter.
"You reckon this could get us in?" Jessica asked.
"Most likely." Sling said. Jessica nodded and grabbed the vent cover and pulled it off. She put the cover to the side and entered the vent and started to descend down the vent. She landed on another vent cover and carefully kicked it off, making sure to catch it before it fell. She webbed the now loose vent cover to the ceiling before she moved on to the rafters.
"Alright, start getting these bags to the back." Said a deep male voice from bellow. Jessica looked down and saw several men carrying large duffle bags.
"Fifties styled suits and fedoras, yep theses check out as Joseph Lorenzini's guys." Jessica thought to herself. She moved silently over the rafters as she tried to find more of these intruders.
"So what's the plan?" Sling asked.
"Well, it seems we don't have a lot of time to be stealthy about this so I recon we just jump in and hope for the best."
With a sigh from Sling they both silently agreed.
"Plus I know how much you like to fight."
When the group of men started to come back Jessica dropped from the rafters behind them and immediately swiped one of the men's legs out from beneath them. His face hit the cold floor and blood shot out of his nose.
The other men turned around and drew their guns on Jessica. With a few placed webs she ripped the guns from their hands.
"Can't have you guys use those on me." Said Jessica as she rushed forwards towards the men. Her shoulder stuck in to the first man and knocked him backwards on to the floor. The others immediately took their chance and threw much after much at Jessica. She doged the first two but the third struck her in the cheek knocking her back a little.
"Kill her." One of the men said as the group rushed her. Jessica shook her head before webbing two of the men's legs together making the both trip. The third nan she kicked in the knee. He cried out in pain and as he fell to the ground her fist connected with his jaw. She watched as blood flew from his mouth, most likely from biting his own lip.
She rushed one of the men trying to free him himself from her webs. She grabbed one of his arms and straitened it our and brought her elbow down on it. The man screamed as his arm broke at the elbow.
The third man finally got himself free puched Jessica in the side before throwing a punch at her head. The punch connected and she staggered backwards. It wasn't long before she felt an arm wrap around her neck and something be pressed in to her lower back.
A gunshot rang out and Jessica screamed in pain before being pushed to the floor.
"So your the little Spider who has been ruining all my hits?" A man in a heavy New York accent said. "And I will say I don't know how you did it when you are this sloppy."
Jessica looked up and saw a man in a blue suit looking down at her. The man crouched down and pressed the barrel of his 1911 against Jessica's head.
"You don't impress me. But I'll give you a chance." The man said as he pulled the gun away. "Next time we meet I expect better."
The man stood back up and walked away from her.
"Alright let's wrap this up!" The man said as he walked towards the back of the building.
"We need to get you out of here." Sling said as she forced Jessica to get up.
"Y-your right... let's go h-home..." Jessica said weakly. She walked over to a wall and used it as support as she made her way to the front door. She pushed it open and stepped out, only to be met by the barrels of SWAT rifles.
"Wait, it's her." One of the SWAT team members said. The officers lowered their guns and seemed to look at Jessica in a mix of amazement and concern. Jessica looked towards the crowd of people in front of her and saw reporters making their way to her.
"You take the wheel." She thought to herself and Sling.
"Of course." Sling said. Jessica practically released full control of her body and Sling took hold. To Jessica it was like being on some kind of auto pilot. Before the reports could make it to then Sling used a web to pull Jessica to the roof tops.
Jessica laid face down in her bed, the wound on her back exposed.
"Ready to begin?" Sling asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Jessica said. She watched and Sling used a few tendrils to hold her down as some smaller tendrils pulled at Jessica's injury before entering in. Jessica winced and bit her pillow to stifle a scream.
She felt Sling move around for a moment before slowly pulling back out. Jessica hissed in pain as something hard was pulled from her back. The pain vanished as quickly as it started and a 9mm bullet was dropped in to Jessica's hand. Sling released Jessica and began to close the wound.
"Thanks... I owe you one." Jessica said.
"No, need it's why I'm here." Sling responded.
Jessica looked at the bullet in her hand and rolled it between her fingers.
"You know this wouldn't have happened if you had let me cut loose on them." Sling said.
"And what let everyone know I'm wearing an alien parasite." Jessica retorted.
"First of all parasite is a strong and offensive word to me."
"Oh yeah, your what? A symbiote?"
"Yes!"
Jessica chuckled and got up off the bed and threw on a t-shirt.
"Well atleast we know who Joseph is now, and the fact he'll be a pain in the ass." Jessica said and she left her room and walked down the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom she heard her front door open.
"Jess, you home?" A woman's voice called out. Jessica sighed.
"Yes, mom I'm here." Jessica called back.
"Well we need a chat.
"Crap." Jessica thought to herself before walking in to the living room. She saw her mom sitting on the couch with her arms crossed.
"I got a call from the Vice-Principal today about you sneaking out of detention. Got anything to say about that?" Jessica's mom asked.
"Well I already did the work they gave me, so there was no point on staying." Jessica said.
"Jess! Please, just take this seriously. I'm worried ok. You show up at the door one day saying how you wanted to come back and finishe school here. And you haven't given me a reason."
"It's just... I..." Jessica stumbled over her words, as she searched for an answer.
Jessica sighed and hung her head low.
"I don't know why I came back, I guess I was home sick or maybe I just missed you. And since dad died, I couldn't bear the thought of you being alone." Jessica said. She looked at her mom's face and watched at the anger drained from it and was replaced with one of guilt.
"I didn't think that was the reason. It's just since you came back you've been different. I guess your fathers death hit you harder than I thought." Jessica's mom said. She slowly got up and walked to her daughter before hugging her. "I'm sorry for being angry."
"And I'm sorry for not saying anything." Jessica said, a smile slowly crossed her face as she pulled away from the hug.
"Well I got good news for you, I got pizza for dinner. Your favourite." Jessica's mom said with a joyful smile.
"Oh, your just the best." Jessica said, sharing her mom's joyful smile.
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Stormy Cloud
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563634
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Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Original Character,Other,Scootaloo,Alternate Universe,Dark,Horror,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence
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Silence
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Equestria is ravaged by an unknown virus that makes ponies go insane as well as causing blindness and heightened senses
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<p>In the shadowed ruins of what once was a vibrant and joyous Equestria, a new and terrifying reality had taken hold. The gentle hills and valleys, once echoing with the laughter of ponies, were now filled with an eerie silence punctuated by the occasional shuffling and groaning of the infected. The zombie apocalypse that had engulfed the land had brought with it a new breed of horror: the infected were blind but possessed an unnervingly acute sense of hearing. The virus that had turned ponies into these monsters had rendered them sightless but capable of detecting the slightest sound and the faintest vibrations</p><p>Scootaloo, the brave and resourceful young pegasus, found herself thrust into a position of unimaginable responsibility. Her beloved friends, the rest of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and even the revered elements of harmony—Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie—were all missing. The only certainty was that they had vanished during the initial outbreak, leaving Scootaloo alone with her twin brothers: Stormy and Void Streak</p><p>***</p><p>Credit to Void Streak for helping me out with this story and for allowing me to use his OC <a href="/user/383452/Void+Streak" rel="nofollow">https://www.fimfiction.net/user/383452/Void+Streak</a></p>
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mature
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2024-08-19T22:38:38+00:00
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2024-08-19T22:38:38+00:00
| 40 |
Equestria had always been a land of peace and harmony. The sun shone brightly over the rolling hills and lush meadows, and the air was filled with the sounds of laughter and joy. The ponies of Equestria lived in a world where friendship was magic, and every problem could be solved with a little kindness and understanding. But that was before the outbreak. Before the world fell apart...
Scootaloo was in Ponyville when the first signs of trouble began. It was just another ordinary day, with her zipping around town on her scooter, trying out new tricks and dreaming of the day she would finally fly like Rainbow Dash. The air was warm, and the streets were bustling with the usual activity. Ponies went about their business, chatting and laughing as they moved from shop to shop. But something was off, a tension in the air that she couldn’t quite place.
She noticed it first at Sugarcube Corner. Mrs. Cake had come down with something, and Mr. Cake was working the counter alone. He was sweating, his movements hurried and shaky, as he served customers. He kept glancing toward the kitchen with a worried expression.
But it wasn’t just Mrs. Cake. As the day went on, Scootaloo noticed more and more ponies with similar symptoms. A cough here, a sneeze there, but it was the way they moved that was most unsettling. Some seemed disoriented, their steps faltering as if they were trying to find their way through a fog. The Ponyville General Hospital started seeing more patients than usual, and by the evening, there were rumours of a strange illness spreading through the town.
Scootaloo tried to shrug it off. She met up with her friends, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, at their clubhouse in Sweet Apple Acres. They had planned on spending the day brainstorming new ideas for the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but the atmosphere was subdued. Apple Bloom’s sister, Applejack, had been called away to Canterlot to help with an emergency, and Sweetie Belle’s parents had taken Rarity to the hospital for a checkup.
I heard somepony say it might be contagious,” Apple Bloom said, her voice tinged with concern. “Applejack didn’t look so good when she left.”
“My sister’s been really tired lately,” Sweetie Belle added, her usually cheerful voice quiet. “She says she’s fine, but I’m worried.”
“Maybe it’s just a flu or something,” Scootaloo offered, trying to keep the mood light. “I’m sure they’ll be okay.”
***
But as the days passed, the situation only grew worse. More ponies fell ill, and the symptoms became more severe. The fever was followed by intense shaking and violent coughing fits that left the patients gasping for breath. Worst of all, many of the sick ponies began to lose their sight, their eyes clouding over as if a dark veil had descended upon them.
The hospitals in Ponyville and surrounding areas were quickly overwhelmed. Doctors and nurses worked around the clock, but nothing they did seemed to make a difference. The illness spread like wildfire, jumping from one town to the next. Soon, it wasn’t just Ponyville that was affected—reports came in from all over Equestria. Canterlot, Manehattan, Fillydelphia, no place was safe.
Panic began to set in. The streets of Ponyville, once filled with laughter and the sounds of everyday life, grew quieter as ponies stayed indoors, fearful of catching the mysterious illness. Shops closed their doors, and schools were shut down. The once-bustling market square was now eerily deserted, with only a few brave souls venturing out to gather supplies.
Princess Celestia and Princess Luna addressed the nation, urging calm and assuring everypony that they were doing everything in their power to find a solution. But their words did little to ease the growing fear. Many ponies started rioting and looting as a wave of mass hysteria flowed across the country, forcing Celestia to declare martial law. The Royal Guard was deployed to maintain order, but even they seemed powerless against the invisible enemy that was ravaging the land.
***
Scootaloo watched as her world began to crumble around her. Sweetie Belle’s parents fell ill, and Rarity disappeared from the hospital under mysterious circumstances. Apple Bloom’s entire family had taken refuge in the farmhouse, but Granny Smith had taken a turn for the worse. The Crusaders tried to keep each other’s spirits up, but the uncertainty and fear were overwhelming.
Then came the reports of strange behaviour among the infected. Ponies who had lost their sight were becoming more aggressive, their behaviour erratic and violent. They would lash out at anyone who came near, their once-friendly faces twisted into expressions of rage and hunger. Worse still, they began to communicate in strange ways, using clicking sounds that echoed through the air like some terrible, unnatural language.
The first attack in Ponyville happened at night. Scootaloo was in her room, trying to sleep despite the gnawing fear in her stomach, when she heard the screams. She bolted upright in bed, her heart pounding. The sound was unlike anything she had ever heard, raw, primal, and filled with terror. She rushed to the window and peered out into the dark streets.
What she saw made her blood run cold.
A group of ponies, neighbours she recognized, were stumbling through the street, their movements jerky and uncoordinated. Their eyes were clouded, and they seemed to be searching for something, their heads snapping from side to side as if listening for some unseen cue. As Scootaloo watched, one of them let out a chilling screech, and the others followed suit, the air filling with the sound of their eerie clicking.
And then they attacked.
The infected ponies lunged at a small group of bystanders who had come out to investigate the noise. It was a horrifying sight—ponies biting and clawing, tearing into flesh with a ferocity that didn’t seem possible. The screams were quickly drowned out by the sounds of ripping and tearing, and then... silence.
Scootaloo stumbled back from the window, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She had to do something, had to find her friends, had to—
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs. Fear shot through her, and she raced out of her room and down the hall to the stairs. The front door had been thrown open, and in the dim light, she could see the silhouette of her mother standing in the doorway.
“M-Mom?” Scootaloo’s voice trembled as she approached. But as she got closer, she saw the blood, streaks of it on her mother’s coat, splattered across the floor. Her mother turned slowly, her eyes clouded, her mouth hanging open in a twisted grimace.
“Mom, no!” Scootaloo screamed, backing away in terror.
But it was too late. Her mother lunged at her with a feral snarl, and Scootaloo barely had time to dodge out of the way. She stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor, her heart hammering in her chest.
She couldn’t stay there. She had to get out, had to run. But as she scrambled to her hooves, she heard the sound of more ponies outside more of those awful clicks, growing closer and closer.
With no other options, Scootaloo bolted for the back door, tears streaming down her face as she left her home and her mother behind. She had to find help, had to warn the others.
But when she reached Sweet Apple Acres, the scene that greeted her was even worse. The farmhouse was surrounded by infected, their clicking echoing through the night as they closed in on the Apple family. Scootaloo watched in horror as Apple Bloom’s brother, Big Mac, fought to keep them at bay, his strength waning as more and more of the creatures descended upon them.
“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom’s voice rang out from the farmhouse window, filled with fear and desperation. “Help us!”
But there was nothing Scootaloo could do. The infected were everywhere, and she was just one small pony. She wanted to run to them, to help, but her legs wouldn’t move. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by fear.
A scream pierced the night. Sweetie Belle’s voice came from somewhere in the orchard. Scootaloo snapped out of her paralysis and took off toward the sound, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to find her, had to save her—
But when she reached the source of the scream, she found only silence. Sweetie Belle was gone, and all that remained were the trampled remains of the orchard, the trees broken and twisted, as if something had torn through them with unimaginable force.
Scootaloo was alone, surrounded by darkness and the distant sounds of the infected. Her friends were gone, her family was gone, and the world she had known was gone.
She fell to the ground, her body shaking with sobs, her mind unable to process the horror she had witnessed. The world had become a nightmare, and she didn’t know how to survive in it.
But she had to. She had to find a way to survive. And she had to protect her brothers.
Stormy and Void Streak, they were all she had left...
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Stormy Cloud
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563634
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Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Original Character,Other,Scootaloo,Alternate Universe,Dark,Horror,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence
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Silence
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Equestria is ravaged by an unknown virus that makes ponies go insane as well as causing blindness and heightened senses
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<p>In the shadowed ruins of what once was a vibrant and joyous Equestria, a new and terrifying reality had taken hold. The gentle hills and valleys, once echoing with the laughter of ponies, were now filled with an eerie silence punctuated by the occasional shuffling and groaning of the infected. The zombie apocalypse that had engulfed the land had brought with it a new breed of horror: the infected were blind but possessed an unnervingly acute sense of hearing. The virus that had turned ponies into these monsters had rendered them sightless but capable of detecting the slightest sound and the faintest vibrations</p><p>Scootaloo, the brave and resourceful young pegasus, found herself thrust into a position of unimaginable responsibility. Her beloved friends, the rest of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and even the revered elements of harmony—Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie—were all missing. The only certainty was that they had vanished during the initial outbreak, leaving Scootaloo alone with her twin brothers: Stormy and Void Streak</p><p>***</p><p>Credit to Void Streak for helping me out with this story and for allowing me to use his OC <a href="/user/383452/Void+Streak" rel="nofollow">https://www.fimfiction.net/user/383452/Void+Streak</a></p>
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mature
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2024-08-19T23:22:30+00:00
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2024-08-19T23:22:29+00:00
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Scootaloo lay on the ground, her body trembling with the weight of everything she had witnessed. The night was dark and unforgiving, and the eerie clicks of the infected echoed through the trees, reminding her that the nightmare wasn’t over. She wanted to stay there, to curl up and let the darkness take her, but she knew she couldn’t. Her brothers, Stormy and Void Streak, needed her.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Scootaloo forced herself to stand. Her legs were shaky, and her heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn’t give in to fear. She had to find her brothers and get them to safety. They were her responsibility now, and she would do whatever it took to protect them.
She started running, her hooves pounding against the dirt path as she made her way back to Ponyville. The town had become a ghost town, the streets deserted and the houses dark. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the silence was broken only by the occasional distant click or the rustling of something moving in the shadows.
Her twin brothers, who were younger than her, had been staying at their aunt's house. Stormy was the more energetic of the two colts and was light blue with a mane and tail was as black as the night sky, and had light blue eyes that mirrored his coat, and wished to be a Wonderbolt and professional scooter, stunt pony like his big sister. Void Streak, however, was the complete opposite, he was more cautious and preferred to keep out of trouble, he had a dark blue coat with a dark blue mane and tail that had a white streak that ran through it and reminded Scootaloo of a bolt of lightning in the night sky, his golden, orange eyes beamed like miniature suns and unlike his fellow twin brother he wished to be a police officer.
When she reached the small house where they had been staying, she hesitated for a moment, her heart in her throat. What if something had happened to them? What if they were gone, like everyone else? The thought was too much to bear, but she had to know.
She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The house was silent, and for a moment, she thought the worst. But then she heard it, a faint, familiar sound coming from upstairs. Her brothers were alive.
Scootaloo’s heart leapt with relief, and she rushed up the stairs, her hooves barely making a sound on the creaky wooden steps. She found Stormy and Void Streak huddled together in their room, their eyes wide with fear. They looked up as she entered, and their faces lit up with relief.
“Scootaloo!” Stormy cried, rushing to her and throwing his forelegs around her neck. His small body trembled as he clung to her, and Scootaloo held him close, her heart breaking at how frightened he was.
Void Streak, the more mature of the two, stood a few steps back, his golden eyes filled with worry. “What’s happening, Scootaloo? We heard screaming, and then... everything went quiet.”
Scootaloo swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. How could she explain what she had seen? How could she tell them that their world was gone, that they might never see their friends or family again?
Scootaloo swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. How could she explain what she had seen? How could she tell them that their world was gone, that they might never see their friends or family again?
“It’s... it’s going to be okay,” she said, forcing herself to sound calm. “But we have to leave. We can’t stay here anymore. It’s not safe.”
Stormy looked up at her, his light blue eyes wide with fear. “Where will we go?”
“I don’t know yet,” Scootaloo admitted. “But we’ll find somewhere. We just have to stay together." Scootaloo told them before becoming more serious. "But first we need to lay down some ground rules: You have to stay with me and not leave my side unless I say otherwise. You have to follow my every command without saying no and you have to stay silent, no talking and no playing. This isn't a game, this is life and death, if you break these rules, then..." Scootaloo trailed off, shutting her eyes before reluctantly saying, "Then I may have to punish you..."
The two colts looked up at her with wide, fear filled eyes, they both wanted to protest but the way that Scootaloo had spoken, made them hold their silence. The twins then nodded solemnly.
“Good,” she said, giving them a small, reassuring smile. “Now, let’s get our things and go.”
***
The three of them packed quickly, gathering what little supplies they had left: some food, a few blankets, and a small first aid kit. Scootaloo made sure each of her brothers had a small bag to carry, and then they were ready.
As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit them like a wall. The world beyond the safety of their small house was dark and foreboding, the shadows seeming to move and shift in the moonlight. But they had no choice. They had to keep moving.
They moved through the town as quietly as possible, sticking to the back alleys and avoiding any open spaces. The infected were out there, somewhere, and Scootaloo knew that even the smallest noise could draw them in. She kept one eye on her brothers at all times, making sure they stayed close and followed her lead.
The further they went, the more desolate the town became. Ponyville, once so full of life and laughter, was now a place of death and despair. The houses were empty, their windows shattered and doors hanging off their hinges. The streets were littered with debris, abandoned carts, broken furniture, and the occasional lifeless body, half-hidden in the shadows.
Scootaloo’s heart ached at the sight, but she couldn’t let herself dwell on it. She had to stay focused on the task at hand—keeping her brothers safe and finding somewhere they could hide.
They made their way to the edge of town, where the forest loomed dark and mysterious. Scootaloo hesitated for a moment, glancing back at what was left of Ponyville. This had been their home, the place where they had grown up and made so many memories. But now, it was just another dangerous place in a world gone mad...
“Come on,” she whispered, leading her brothers into the forest.
***
The trees closed in around them, their branches blocking out most of the moonlight. The forest was quiet... too quiet. Scootaloo kept her ears perked, listening for any sound that might signal danger. The Clickers were smart, and they had adapted to hunting in the darkness. But Scootaloo was determined not to let them catch her or her brothers.
They walked for what felt like hours, their progress slow and cautious. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves made them freeze, their hearts racing as they waited to see if they had been heard. But each time, the forest remained still, and they continued on their way.
Finally, they reached a small clearing, and Scootaloo decided it was safe to stop for a moment. The three of them sank to the ground, their bodies exhausted from the tension and fear.
“Are we going to be okay?” Stormy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Scootaloo gave him a stern look and was about to scold him for talking but the look of terror and despair in the once-happy colt made her stop.
She wanted to tell him that everything would be fine, that they would find safety and that their friends would be waiting for them. But she couldn’t lie to him—not after everything they had been through.
“I don’t know, Stormy,” she said softly, pulling him close. “But as long as we’re together, we’ll keep trying. We just have to be strong and smart. Can you do that for me?”
Stormy nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’ll try.”
Void Streak, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up. “What happened to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom?”
Scootaloo flinched at the question. The last she had seen of Sweetie Belle was that empty orchard, the silence that had followed her scream. And Apple Bloom, she didn’t know what had become of her, only that her farmhouse had been surrounded by the infected.
“I... I don’t know,” Scootaloo admitted, her voice trembling. “I lost them. But maybe... maybe they’re okay. Maybe they got away.”
The truth was, she had no idea if they were still alive. The thought of her friends being gone, just like that, was almost too much to bear. But she couldn’t afford to break down, not when her brothers needed her to stay strong.
“Let’s rest here for a little while,” Scootaloo said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. “We’ll keep moving when it’s light.”
The twins nodded, too tired and scared to argue. They curled up beside Scootaloo, their small bodies pressing against hers for warmth and comfort. Scootaloo wrapped a blanket around them and listened to their breathing as they drifted off to sleep.
But sleep wouldn’t come for Scootaloo. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the horrors she had witnessed that night—the infected ponies, their twisted faces, and the blood. She saw her mother lunging at her, her eyes clouded with that awful blankness. And she saw her friends, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, lost in the darkness, their fate unknown.
Scootaloo knew that the world had changed forever. Equestria was no longer a land of peace and harmony, where every problem could be solved with a little friendship and magic. This was a world of silence and fear, where survival was the only thing that mattered.
And she was determined to survive. Not just for herself, but for her brothers. She would do whatever it took to keep them safe, no matter how hard or terrifying it might be.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the trees, Scootaloo knew that their journey was far from over. The infected were out there, somewhere, hunting in the shadows. But so long as she had her brothers by her side, she would keep going. They would find a way to survive in this new, terrifying world.
Even if it meant becoming something she never thought she could be...
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The Burrow
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563639
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Fluttershy,Rainbow Dash,Anthro,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex
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Short On Breath
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Shorter than average and built thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, Rainbow Dash has trouble when she exercises. A chance encounter with Fluttershy helps alleviate the problem.
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<p>Shorter than average and built thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, Rainbow Dash has trouble when she exercises. A chance encounter with Fluttershy helps alleviate the problem.</p><hr/><p>A quick smut fic that realy just got stuck in my brain. I gotta write these more often.</p><p>Spoilers for <span class="spoiler">shortstack Dash, tall and curvy Fluttershy, and a massage turned lewd</span></p><p>If you enjoy this, please consider getting a <a href="/blog/1019563/commission-info-open" rel="nofollow">commission</a> from me!</p><p>Fully cover art number is 3387349.</p>
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mature
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2024-08-18T22:48:32+00:00
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2024-08-18T22:51:08+00:00
| 438 |
Each bounce off the treadmill made Dash wince. No matter how many she tried, or how much support they advertised, they were never enough to keep her tits from bouncing hard off her ribcage.
She believed in a holistic approach to exercise. It wasn't just about getting her wings strong, relying on natural talent so she could fly fast. She also wanted to make sure that every inch of her was toned and ready for just about anything life could throw at her.
Racing Applejack? Check. Drop-kicking baddies? Absolutely.
Looking damn fine in anything tight and form-fitting? You can bet your ass that was intended.
The problem is as she matured into adulthood, her body had rebelled against her. Where she'd been rather svelte, a slim young filly with a runner's body, she was destined to inherit what her mother gave her.
She'd stopped growing any taller at around sixteen, falling shy of five feet tall. At twenty, she started getting wider.
She hated being called a shortstack, at least outwardly. She knew she had a complex about the term, especially as applied to her.
Yet privately she admitted that's exactly what she was.
Rainbow Dash was absolutely a shortstack in the hottest sense of the word.
Looking down, trying to focus on hooves too far under her cleavage to even hope to see, her massive knockers bounced in her vision. She'd given up trying to get a proper bra fitted to her, which was probably part of the reason why she had so much trouble now, but why the fuck bother when she was probably going to have to swap them out in a few months? She'd shown no signs of stopping her mature growth spurt.
With a faint growl, Dash crossed her arms over her chest. She turned her palms toward her, cupping her tits to try and reduce the wobble as much as she could.
Unfortunately, as Applejack put it, she had two bushels more than she could hold.
It helped a little. It stopped her tits from clapping together, though it made her look like a grumpy delivery mare hugging her goods close to her chest.
A different set of applause broke out behind her. Not from anypony watching her, of course. Everyone knew that if Dash caught them staring at her booty or breasts they'd get an earful and the threat of a black eye.
The problem was her booty, though at least that didn't hurt. It was just a little embarrassing to have her ass announcing her jog for everyone to hear.
She owned it as much as she could. She almost always wore sports bras and gym shorts, though she always made sure to head home and change into a clean set once she was done. It compressed her shapely body down just a little, though she didn't need much help in that department.
The treadmill beeped, indicating the end of the run she'd programmed in, and then it started to slow down.
Dash looked behind her, and a handful of heads all turned back to their own machines. She hadn't made eye contact with anyone, so everyone was safe for now.
She wanted to see the mirror at the far end. The full wall thing that ponies admired themselves in before. With her steps producing less motion and thus less bouncing, it allowed Dash to finally release her bosom and reach for one of the treadmill's handles to steady herself.
Of course her shoulder boulders lost their extra support, and her back and shoulders started to whine in her head. Moreso than usual. Celestia she needed to do something about that again soon.
She found herself in the mirror and beamed. Her fat, toned ass bounced with each step, just enough jiggle to be pleasing without being out of shape. One could bounce a bit off it and catch it.
It also liked to eat shorts, which was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, she could absolutely understand why everypony behind her wanted to stare.
The treadmill stopped, and she half-hopped on her hooves.
Her cheeks slapped off one another and her thighs. Which was the other problem. Sometimes that clap was hot. Sometimes...
Sometimes it embarrassed her.
Unfolding her other arm she reached behind herself, her fingers slipping under her shorts and tugging them out of her crack. They still didn't achieve full coverage, slipping back between her cheeks at the lowest point, while it angled up around her hips.
That was the sweet spot. Too bad she had to go shower.
Dash put a hand on the small of her back and groaned.
She was still a little soggy after the shower, her multi-coloured mane tied up behind her so it didn't stick too much to her shoulders and back. She'd let it air dry, worry about washing and drying it properly later on. She'd slipped her shorts back on but left the bra hanging over just the one shoulder, using a towel to keep her bust covered instead.
It only mostly covered her lengthways, so she had a substantial breeze fluttering up from beneath. She might flash a few folks before she got dressed if there was anyone else there, but she'd take the relief of cooling air pulling water from her coat and skin.
Leaning forward on the lockers, Dash tried to arch herself backward, in search of an elusive pop. It took some effort, bending more than she was comfortable with in the end, but she found the right angle eventually.
Pop. Sigh.
It helped, but only a little, and she curled her hands up into fists as she straightened back out. She groaned, then pressed her forehead to the metal.
"Dash? Are you okay?"
The soft voice caught Rainbow Dash's attention, her ears and head perking up before turning to the source.
Right. Fluttershy had yoga around the same time. Dash just usually happened to finish up before Fluttershy did.
She loomed over by the entrance, the door swinging gently shut behind her.
Or, well. Maybe looming was relative. Fluttershy was just a helluva lot taller than Dash, like she stole all the inches she was supposed to get, and all the others Dash did.
She dressed more modestly. A loose, white shirt clung to her chest, though even the exertion of yoga had covered her in enough sweat that it turned faintly transparent, exposing the pink colour of her bra underneath. Below that a loose pair of yoga pants that hung loose around her ankles yet tight around her hips.
Perfectly demure and perfectly sexy, like Fluttershy didn't know what she looked like to everyone else.
"Yeah," Dash grunted. She pushed herself away from the wall, putting her hands on her hips in a power pose. She even unfurled her wings as she smiled, doing her best to ignore the pain spiking up from the lower curve. "Never better."
Fluttershy's bright blue eyes stared at her, a small, permanent frown on her face, then tilted her head to one side. "Um, alright, but you don't really look okay..."
"Pssh. I'm fi-eeene!" Dash pulled something when she tried to wave dismissively, and both hands flew to her back again. "I'm. Fine."
"Dash..." With a sigh, Fluttershy rolled her shoulders back and crossed the locker room. "Sit down, please."
Dash hated it when Fluttershy used her mom voice. A firm disappointed tone that still sounded sad and soft, but the other mare would be stubborn if Dash didn't do as she was told.
Shuffling back to the bench in the middle of the locker room. Dash sat down, her ass slapping the wood. She tried straightening up again, rolling herself backward, and without needing to worry about balancing herself she found it a little easier.
Fluttershy sat down next to her, half-turned with a leg curled up on the seat. "Can you tell me what happened? Did you push yourself too hard?" She put a hand on Dash's thigh and gently squeezed. Under other circumstances, Dash'd be pissed someone touched her without asking, but Fluttershy was on the short list of exceptions.
Rainbow Dash crossed her arms and pouted. "It's stupid," she said, staring at the tiles on the floor.
"It's not stupid," Fluttershy reassured her. "What is it?"
Sigh. Siiiiigh. "It's... my back. It's hurting a whole fucking bunch again." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder before wrapping her arms up underneath her breasts, lifting them with her forearms. Not everything remained supported though, as some of their mighty mass spilled over the front of her forearms. "These fucking things are driving me mad, I swear."
Fluttershy's hand squeezed. "That's not surprising." She hummed, putting a finger of her other hand to her lips. "I mean... have you ever considered... you know..."
Both of Fluttershy's hands came close, and she mimed holding a ball. Then the imaginary ball shrunk in her hands.
Dash blinked. "Oh heck no. These things are—" She was about to say they were wonderful. She loved her boobs. Everyone loved her boobs. "—I-I am not letting these things win! And isn't that a little drastic!?"
With a sigh that made her bosom heave, Fluttershy nodded. She dropped her hands to her lap, as did her eyes. "It was just a suggestion, Dash. But if they're hurting you then that's kind of a permanent problem. It's something to think about."
Dash huffed, tucking her arms up even more. Her breasts ached as she squeezed them tight, and she felt something try to squeak out of her throat.
"There is something we could try right now?" Fluttershy struggled to find Dash's eyes, or even look at her at all, all while nibbling at the inside edge of the lip. Her hands closed together, wringing themselves between her thigh thighs.
Dash rubbed hers together. She wasn't sure why. "Okay. What?"
"Oh, well..." Fluttershy gave as forceful a cough as she could give. "Did you know the spa offers training courses? Nothing like, super comprehensive or anything, but a nice starter sequence anyone can do."
That made Dash snort. "I'm not sure it's going to really help," Dash said.
"I mean you should probably go see a specialist or the twins or something anyway, but until you do I figured maybe trying it out on you to see if it works might be a good idea." Fluttershy shrugged. "And maybe it'll make things a little less painful until then."
Dash wanted to reject it. Anything other than fitting a new bra felt like admitting defeat. She'd normally power through it, normally put up with the muscle spasms and creaking spine.
Fluttershy made a reasonable argument, though. Plus she'd seen a few other mares giving each other some good lovin' from behind, making sure all the post-workout knots were eased out. It wasn't some strange new idea.
"I guess we can try it," Dash said.
Fluttershy stood up, her fingers continuing to dance around one another. "You'll need to lay down, and um. Take the towel off. If that's okay." Fluttershy glanced over her shoulder at the door. Not a peep since she came in, but it was a matter of time before someone did.
Peeling the towel off, Dash lay down on her front as she was asked and immediately ran into a problem.
Even laying as flat as a plank, her head and shoulders were raised a few inches off the bench. Her bosom squished up under her, bulging out to the sides and top. All the pressure of her torso atop her tits made their aching worse.
She endured. Again, she couldn't let them win, so she just did her best to relax, letting her arms hang off the sides of the bench.
"Okay," Dash creaked. "I'm ready. I think."
Uncertain hooves scraped across the floor behind Dash, and then two sets of hands gently touched her shoulders. Dash jumped a little, tensing up again, and the twinge near the base of her spine flared up once more.
"So, I'm just going to, uh... see what I remember." Fluttershy curled up her hands, not quite into fists, so she could get the balls of her palms against Dash's body.
To Dash, it felt like being groped by the shyest mare she knew. Which, yeah, she was being groped by the shyest mare she knew. Just weird little touches that made her tingle more from the contact being a little strange and jerky more than anything.
Dash didn't question it for the moment. She just let Fluttershy do as she pleased and tried her best to understand what it was she was doing.
Eventually, a pattern formed. Fluttershy's fingers poked Dash here and there, right where certain bones and tendons met. Outlining the shoulder blades, or tracing the muscles that let the wings work as they did. Those touches made them spasm, and the right wing jerked out to the side in front of Fluttershy.
She squeaked in surprise, and Dash chuckled. "Careful."
Fluttershy hummed, then resumed her work studying Dash's anatomy. To her ribs, where she pressed in from the sides until the last set. Dash jerked again, sucking in her tummy with a gasp while the muscles across her back clenched again. There the muscles across her chest helped make her boobs feel like a giant had squeezed them even tighter after being bound to the bench by gravity.
She glared over her shoulder at Fluttershy, though she seemed none the wiser as she trailed inward, finding the top of Dash's buttocks.
She didn't go any further, which at least confirmed that Fluttershy wasn't just going to use the opportunity to cop a feel. Her friend didn't seem the type to try that, anyway. Either that or she chickened out.
Beyond the poking, nothing much seemed to happen. Right as it started to tick Dash off, the patience for her friend wearing in, Fluttershy grabbed her by the waist and pressed her palms in.
Her spine cracked. Celestia, it felt good, and a tingle radiated out from there. A part of her brain was absolutely certain that was not something Fluttershy had been taught to do but the other part didn't care because for a few precious moments, her back stopped hurting entirely.
"Oh! Er, are you okay?" Fluttershy pulled her hands away, her shadow looming over Dash as she took a step forward.
"More," Dash muttered.
For a moment, nothing happened. After another moment, Fluttershy finally mustered up the courage to continue, and her hands landed back down.
The next motions weren't quite as extravagant or dramatic. It seemed Fluttershy remembered what she was meant to do, kneading her way up Dash's back from the spine. She worked in a combination of little zig-zags and coiling motions that worked along the waist, then around the base of the wings.
The spasming tingling came back, and the wings jittered at the base while the rest of them unfurled, falling fully off the bench like lump curtains. They must have got in the way as Fluttershy's hands came off Dash for a moment before finding purchase a little further up.
Bliss washed over Dash. Goosebumps rushed up and over her shoulders and down her sides, reaching most of the way down her thighs. It even left a small tickle in her gut, and she squished her thick thighs tightly together with a faint mewl.
Not everything was so great, though. All throughout the pressure of not just Dash's body weight pushed down on her tits. She had been able to ignore it thus far, putting it to the back of her mind, but once more and more of Fluttershy's body and strength came into play...
The relief in Dash's back just seemed to be transferred to her tits. The head-sized melons started to scream, pressed to bursting, and she couldn't take it any more.
Throwing out a hand as she rolled over, Dash snatched Fluttershy by the wrist. Her jaw had gone tense, and her panting came through almost like a growl.
Fluttershy stared down, her free hand tucked close to her heart between her breasts. Her eyes had gone wide, and she stared down at Dash. "D-did I—"
"They hurt, too," Dash said, then swallowed. She pulled on Fluttershy's wrist, tugging her in, then pressed her palm to the top of a breast. She intentionally aimed for the cap, ensuring the nipple brushed against Fluttershy's hand.
Dash couldn't believe what she was doing. What she was saying. Maybe it was just being lost in the moment. Fluttershy's magic fingers felt so gosh darn good, even as the backache came back as a mild undertone.
And yet she kept Fluttershy trapped.
And yet Fluttershy obliged.
She curled her fingers in, squeezing the fat around Dash's broad areola. She groaned out, her vision going blurry while Fluttershy started indulging herself in Dash's tender tits.
"I don't really know how to do this...!" With an audible gulp from Fluttershy, she pressed down a little harder, as well as marrying the other hand to the other tit.
Somehow she'd become even more drenched in sweat, despite barely putting in any effort. More of Fluttershy's bra showed through her shirt, and droplets formed at the tip of her snout.
Rarity once described Fluttershy as having the body of a model. Privately, Dash disagreed. Fluttershy had the body of a pornstar as far as she was concerned.
And to think she didn't dress like one. Fluttershy was just hot without even trying.
Lucky.
It at least made for good viewing as Dash slowly turned into a blue-hued puddle, and the tingling in her belly spread out and down.
The kneading started to work its way outward. Slow, circular motions that turned bigger and bigger, encompassing more and more of Dash's tits.
She actually started to relax. The ache slowly subsided, and she let her head fall limp to the bench. Her breasts still hurt, but the more Fluttershy massaged them, the more something else took over for the pain. An uncomfortable but very welcome heat that made Dash's time in the shower rather pointless as she started to sweat again.
The tingle turned to an ache. Then to a throb. Dash started to squirm, passing her thighs past one another while her knees and hooves took turns slapping the bench underneath her.
Her heart roared in her ears, not so much heard as felt. A drum beat at the base of her skull echoes of it thundering across the rest of her skin.
An internal spark ignited, first at Dash's chest, then deep, deep in her abdomen. She tried to say something, to scream something at that moment. A swear and Fluttershy's name morphed together into a "Fuuucker," while Dash throw her arms down her front and between her legs.
One thought after that entered Dash's head. Not a word, not a thing. Just a concept of ecstasy, pure bliss. She even forgot how to see, to make sense of the yellow coat and the blushing, blue-eyed face.
To think just moments ago her tits had been in agony. Now she'd been reduced to them in a perfect picture of bliss.
That didn't last forever, as unfortunate as it was. Eventually, Dash came down from her high, whimpering on the bench.
Aside from her pitiful sounds, there wasn't another noise in the locker room. As her blurry vision came back into focus, she could see Fluttershy had gone stock still, though she still kept her hands tight against Dash's boobs, fingers sunk into them like plush cushions.
After a few moments of staring, the rest of Rainbow Dash's extremities came back to her. A deep but pleasant buzz in her fingers and frog that ran up her limbs, and an especially strong sensation from her hips that left her legs feeling dead, almost numb.
Her hand felt warm. Hot, even.
Dash sat up, and Fluttershy immediately backed up to give Dash space. She pulled her hand from her crotch, then came to an abrupt stop to stare at it. Every digit on the palm side had been soaked, shining in the light as if her coat had been polished smooth.
"Did I just..." She swallowed as she leaned forward a little more, only to stare at her soaked thighs and soggy shorts.
She had. All over her thighs and the bench. Normally her shorts might just hint at a little camel toe but with the fabric soaked through and the remnants of arousal lingering in her cunt, the shape was obvious.
She finally made eye contact with Fluttershy again. She'd gone dead silent, her face redder than the Acres' produce, while her hands floated in front of her. It was like she was ready to grope again, or had just got stuck like that.
The little wet patch at the front of her yoga pants said it was probably both.
Dash licked her lips and gulped. "You gotta teach me how to do that," she said, and Fluttershy's eyes lit up.
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Displaced Inception
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563642
| 1 |
Angel,Fluttershy,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Displaced Into Equestria as a Secret Service Agent / Business Major
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Our hero could have bought magic cat ears, a laser sword, or a flying suit. But he didn't know those things were real, so he bought...a ballpoint pen. After that, his job interview goes seriously off the rails.
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incomplete
| 15 | 3 |
<p>Our hero could have bought magic cat ears, a laser sword, or a flying suit. But he didn't know those things were real, so he bought...a ballpoint pen.</p><p>Next he tries to bluff his way into a job interview, where he makes the biggest (and perhaps best?) mistake of his life.</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-18T23:34:41+00:00
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2024-08-21T01:56:50+00:00
| 206 |
I was perfectly prepared to apply for the job. My dress shirt was ironed, my slacks wrinkle free. Even my suit jacket was properly buttoned, and my tie fastened with exactly one tie tack, to stay securely in place.
Only one final detail to check. I reached into my jacket pocket, but found only my phone, business cards, and a bit of lint.
What if I needed to write something down?
I looked back and forth frantically. Where, at a convention full of crazed fans wielding laser swords, trading foil embossed collector cards, and hanging halfway out of skimpy "Slave Leia"' costumes, could I get something as ordinary as a pen?
I spotted a sign: "Dealers In Ordinary Things." This was my chance!
I rushed through the crowd, only narrowly dodging a very convincing looking catgirl, who hissed and bared her claws as I hip checked her. Less than a minute later, I slammed both my hands down on the dealer's table, and looked him in the eye.
"I need a pen, stat!" I announced. "My future may depend on it!"
The weasel faced man (complete with fangs and whiskers!) nodded. "What kind of pen? A space pen, that can write even when held upside down? A pen filled with the acidic blood of Rigelian worms as ink, so every line you write both tints and engraves? Or perhaps something more exotic. To perfectly complete a costume as a Secret Service agent, you might like a pen with ink that doubles as colorant and as truth serum."
I thought about my shrinking bank balance, bane of the unemployed recent college graduate. "What's cheapest?"
The man grinned, showing off mismatched teeth which I thought must include some of his real ones. "For you?" He leered. "One penny."
I dug through my trouser pocket, finding two quarters, a stick of gum, and a used contraceptive wrapper left over from a room party last night. I slapped down one quarter, with a sad, dull tapping sound. "Keep the change."
The man rummaged beneath his table, finally handing me a black pen.
"Thank you!" I ran away.
Minutes later, I reached the center of my hopes and dreams. The most important publisher of our time. The center of our literary economy.
General Publishing Inc.
Everyone has heard of GPI, of course. If you haven't, you must have been living under a rock for the last ten years, or at least you must be one of those people who don't know how to use the internet to do anything other than "reply to all" on spam.
When it seemed that book publishing was dying because no one wanted to read anymore, GPI's founder, a visionary genius, stepped up to save literature. If no one wants to read real books anymore, because people are too busy forwarding cat pictures and memes of green faced people making fart jokes? GPI's founder said, don't try to hide from the truth. Give people what they want, but make it quality literature.
Six months after he created the GPI website, one of his writers' ebooks, "Chicken Dumplings to Soothe Anon's Crabbed, Wretched Soul," reached number one on the New York Times best sellers list. Less than two years later, GPI had single handedly saved American literacy, with inroads into the rest of the world.
Everyone was reading books. Everyone was reading creative stories and fun poetry that had so much to say about the human condition.
Sure, maybe the human condition had turned out to very often include the human imagining that he's a green faced, smart alecky everyman who wants to cuddle alien horse creatures and maybe have sex with them. But isn't it better that literature truly face what humanity is, instead of trying to hide the truth?
At least that's better than yet another story about a middle aged car dealer thinking about how he wants to cheat on his human wife with his human secretary. "Run, Hamster Run" my ass!
You would think an important business like GPI would have an enormous, fancy booth, probably taking up a big part of the convention's main exhibition hall. And you'd be correct.
An enormous screen showed a green face on a green background, uttering portentous pronouncements.
"The measure of literature is not how many critics it pleases, but how many readers don't throw it down in disgust."
"A stitch up in time saves two reprintings."
"Reality is overrated."
People stared slack jawed at the fifty foot face, taking in the oracle's wisdom. I, however, had a plan.
I didn't stand where I could get the best view of the screen, Instead, I tried to slip between the screen's edge and the room's wall, so I could sneak "behind the scenes."
I hoped to find one of GPI's movers and shakers. Perhaps, if I was very, very lucky, the Founder himself.
I pressed my body against the room's wall, reached into the space behind the screen, and tried to wriggle my way through.
It wasn't easy. But I was determined! I was prepared! I had everything I needed!
When I was only about halfway through, I was surprised to feel jaws clamp around the wrist of my arm that was behind the screen.
As the jaws yanked and pulled on me, I whimpered softly, feeling my jacket snag on the screen's edge, hearing fabric tear.
"My interview suit," I softly moaned.
When I was entirely behind the screen, though, I could finally see my captor. I stared. Wouldn't you stare, if you saw a real life My Little Donkeys knockoff character?
"I can't believe it," I gasped.
The creature released its hold on my wrist. "You can't believe what?" he asked.
"I can't believe GPI somehow got a license to produce a My Little Donkeys themed robot. You're so lifelike! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a real alien from another universe."
The creature smiled. "Thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I believe you have an urgent appointment."
"I do?" I said unbelievingly. Then I decided to bluff. "Oh, of course I do. Just refresh my memory about who my appointment is with."
The creature shook its head. "With the Founder Himself, of course."
"Yes!" I agreed. "With the Founder, yes. I knew that."
"Follow me." The creature led me through a maze of temporary partitions and cubicles, to the largest cubicle of all.
As I entered the cubicle, I tripped over a power cord, falling to my knees. "I can't believe it's you," I gasped. "The single handed savior of modern day literature. The hero who breathed life into the dreams of writers everywhere. The legend who made it possible for tens of thousands of creative wordsmiths to make a living out of their basements."
He smiled at me. "No need to kneel and grovel at my feet. Please, stand."
"Of course!" I stood.
"I've seen your PubBlog," the Founder said, "where you've written about your ambition to work for GPI. Where you analyze GPI's business, and lay out plans for how GPI could grow and become even more successful."
I blushed. "I feel honored, sir."
"The honor is mine, to have such a talented business major trying to help GPI. Are you here to ask for a job?"
"Yes, sir. If you'll have me."
The Founder held out a sheaf of papers. "If you'll just sign here, your salary starts today, But you won't have to report to work until after the con."
"That sounds just perfect, sir!" I accepted the papers. I took the cap off my new pen, and started to write the first letter of my name.
Instantly, I was no longer at the convention.
I was sitting in a grassy field, somewhere I'd never been before.
A little white bunny hopped up to me. He sniffed my trousers, lifted one of his legs, and urinated.
Farther away, a butter yellow creature, not unlike one of the stars of My Little Donkeys, shouted: "Angel Bunny! You stop that right now!"
The bunny blew a Bronx cheer, and hopped away.
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Displaced Inception
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563642
| 2 |
Angel,Fluttershy,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Displaced Into Equestria as a Secret Service Agent / Business Major
|
Our hero could have bought magic cat ears, a laser sword, or a flying suit. But he didn't know those things were real, so he bought...a ballpoint pen. After that, his job interview goes seriously off the rails.
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incomplete
| 15 | 3 |
<p>Our hero could have bought magic cat ears, a laser sword, or a flying suit. But he didn't know those things were real, so he bought...a ballpoint pen.</p><p>Next he tries to bluff his way into a job interview, where he makes the biggest (and perhaps best?) mistake of his life.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-21T19:47:37+00:00
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2024-08-22T08:19:59+00:00
| 80 |
I waved my hand in front of my face, and tipped my head back and forth to see if my view of the world around me kept pace. "This is a really good VR."
The yellow creature stared at me. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like she mumbled, "Are you an animal?"
I stared back. "Excuse me?"
"I just need to know whether you're an animal. Because..." she blushed. "That's kind of my job. Taking care of lost and hurt animals."
I laughed. "I'm a human being. That's the exact opposite of an animal."
"Oh," she whispered. "If you aren't an animal, I hope you don't mind if I don't want to come any closer to you. Because strange not-an-animal creatures I've never seen before? They can be really scary."
I shrugged. "Fine. Don't do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." I added sarcastically, "Like telling your rabbit not to take a whiz on me, I guess?"
"Oh, I'm awful sorry about that. Sometimes Angel is just the naughtiest little bunny. I think nocreature showed him enough love when he was a little kit." She shook her head. "So sometimes he takes his pain out on others."
I sighed. "Great. I'm sure this is such a fun VR, with themes like that."
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
The yellow creature bit her lower lip. "You keep using that word: Vee Ar."
"That's because this is a virtual reality sim. It has to be. Because My Little Donkey isn't real."
The yellow creature's eyes narrowed for a moment, like she was offended. "I don't know what a Vee Ar is, or what a virtual reality sim is. But I do know somepony who might know. Princess Twilight Sparkle."
"Really? Sounds like she might be interesting to talk to."
"I have to go home and take care of my animals first. But when that's done, I could take you to town. Either Twilight's in her castle, or somepony should at least know where she is."
"Sounds great. Thanks."
"But first," the creature said, "we have to go to my cottage."
I'd never expected a cottage could smell that terrible. So many different kinds of animals, and each kind makes its own special stink. Fluttershy (that was her name, she told me) worked hard trying to clean up after all of them, but no one could completely get rid of a smell like that, not matter how much she scrubbed.
I even helped a little myself, since my suit already had rabbit whiz on it anyway. Fluttershy told me we could get the suit dry cleaned in town, and maybe even get someone to make me a change or two of clothes.
"Really," I said. "A place so primitive and low tech that the houses have hay for roofs, but there's also a dry cleaners? That seems odd."
She gave me a funny look again. "Of course we have dry cleaning," Fluttershy said. "There's spells for it."
"Spells?"
"Magic spells."
I laughed. "There's no such thing as magic."
"What? How can you say that?"
"This VR is obviously based on My Little Donkeys, just like the robot I saw earlier inside the GPI booth. And in My Little Donkeys, there's no such thing as magic. That was the whole point of the episode where donkeys think Zanzibara is an evil enchantress who casts curses, but by the end of the story they find out she's just an innocent herb doctor. And what about the episode when Jenny Sparkle debunks Trixini Confidence's so-called magic powers, and proves it's all just tricks and fakery?"
Fluttershy stared at me like I'd just grown two heads and started singing a song about how we should all start licking toads. "That's very interesting, I'm sure."
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I think we've gotten enough done, the animals can cope a couple hours without me. I'm taking you to town right now."
"What is it? Why won't you just tell me?"
"Let's get your suit cleaned."
Fluttershy led me through the streets of a town where, like I said, most of the houses were roofed with hay, and it seemed like no one had invented so much as a car. The closest thing to that I saw was when a little orange donkey zoomed past on a scooter.
We stopped in front of a shop that, like most of the storefronts, had a sign without words. It just depicted two dresses: the first obviously dirty, the second sparkling clean.
"Well," Fluttershy said softly, "we're here. I want you to understand, Fabric Pounder is really very nice, a real sweetie. She's just scared to show it, so she puts up a show of being all gruff and tough. But don't let her scare you."
I snickered. "How scary could a cartoon donkey be? Just looking at them, they're obviously designed to entertain small children. Don't worry, I'll try to control my terror."
Fluttershy nodded. "Good."
When we went inside, a husky donkey behind the front counter looked me up and down. "Another of your little projects, Fluttershy?"
"Please be nice to him. He's lost and confused and very far away from home. I know he says strange things, but I think he got bumped on the head."
The donkey snorted.
Fluttershy said, "He needs his suit cleaned. I feel responsible, because Angel Bunny made a mess on it."
The donkey snorted again. "I don't suppose you brought any bits to pay for this?"
Fluttershy sighed. "I'm sorry. You know it seems all my bits go for animal feed. And for Doctor Fauna."
The donkey looked at me like I was something disgusting she'd found on the bottom of her shoe. "Fine. I'll do it for free, once. One time only, for the creature who's new in town. But next time, I expect to be paid."
Fluttershy squeaked, "Thank you thank you thank you!" She mumbled to me, "I have so many things I have to do. Did you see the way back to my cottage?"
Fabric Pounder rolled her eyes. "Anypony in town knows the way to your cottage. If the creature gets lost, it can ask for directions."
"I suppose that's true," Fluttershy admitted. She asked me, "Will you be all right by yourself? Will you be able to find your way back?"
I shrugged. "I think so. If everyone in town knows you and how to get to your cottage, I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Good!" Fluttershy flapped her wings, and rose into the air to gently tap my nose with one hoof. "See you!" She ran out the door.
"Hmmph!" Fabric Pounder glared at me. "I hope you at least know how to take a bath. Or does your mommy do that for you too?"
"I can take a bath. I'd love to take a bath."
"Good, because there's no point in cleaning your suit, if the creature who wears it is a filthy stinking mess." She led me down a hallway to a bathroom. The bathtub was kind of small, sized for a cartoon donkey instead of a human, but I thought I could make do with the scrub brushes and washcloths hanging on hooks and racks. At least there was plenty of soap.
"Take off your clothes," Fabric Pounder ordered, "and give them to me."
I took off my suit jacket and shirt, and offered them to the donkey. "A little privacy, please?" I asked.
"For what?"
"To take off the rest."
"You can't take off your clothes in front of me?"
"That's right."
Something yanked my legs out from under me, and dangled me upside down. My fly came undone, and my trousers slid up off my body.
"Hey!" I shouted.
"I'm running a business here. Time is money, I can't wait all day for your little games. Taking advantage of Fluttershy, trying to make her pay for your laundering. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"It isn't laundering! This suit is dry clean only!"
"Even worse." My underpants joined my trousers, hovering in the air beside Fabric Pounder. Hovering?
Along with running a laundry service, Fabric Pounder was some kind of magician?
I watched my pants fold themselves in the air. "How are you doing that?"
"Unicorn magic, idiot. What did you expect?"
I noticed the donkey did have a single, straight horn on her head. But I scoffed, "There's no such thing as magic."
"I don't have time to teach you what even a foal knows." The bathtub started filling with water. "Or do I?"
Something floated me down into the bathtub, and stuck my head under the running faucet. Every twenty seconds, it pulled me out for a moment to breathe, and then stuck me under again. I was being donkey waterboarded. "What do you want to know?" I complained. "I've been perfectly honest with Fluttershy and with you! I've been honest, but you're playing nasty tricks on me with your fake magic!"
That remark got my face a longer time under the faucet.
When the magic trick finally pulled me out to gasp for breath, Pounder growled, "Fluttershy is a perfectly kind and innocent pony, far too innocent for her own good. She's even kind to villainous monsters. She takes in freaks like you, and what does she get for it? Nothing but trouble. I've tried to get Mayor Marigold to send a sheriff to separate her from that nasty, evil little rabbit--"
"Angel Bunny?" I asked.
"So you know the little Tartarus spawn's name. I suppose it makes sense, evil creatures would know each other."
"I never met Angel Bunny in my life, until I met Fluttershy!"
"Hmmph." Pounder glared at me. "Now can I trust you to finish cleaning yourself up, or do I have to get out my roughest, scratchiest washboard to scrub you like you're a dirty rug?"
"I can wash myself, I swear! Just put me down!"
The magic trick lowered me into the tub, where I demonstrated I knew how to lather myself with soap, and how to use a bucket to wash the soap off. "See? When rabbits aren't attacking me, I can keep clean just fine."
"Good." Pounder turned on her heel and left, not even bothering to close the door behind her.
Or maybe she left the door open intentionally, because she trusted me that little? I suspected that was it.
Anyway, I took the opportunity to get a good bath, and wash the stink of Fluttershy's animals off me.
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Briarwoods
|
563653
| 1 |
Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Drama,Mystery,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
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Lilith the exe
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an brand new exe in equestria
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>An Exe appears! They look quite menacing but are they evil or good? Who knows. They do look rather evil though.</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-21T01:00:53+00:00
|
2024-08-22T03:28:37+00:00
| 99 |
"We were meant to rule together little sister. Will you accept my friendship?"
"Im so sorry! I missed you so much big sister!" The two alicorns embraced each other while crying happy to be united. Unfortunately their reunion was immediately interrupted by a purple mist that flew past every pony there. They turned their gaze to it as it forms a ring like shape that glows a dim red with the center facing the floor. The ring spins a bit and hits the floor, then starts going up. Although, as it starts moving up, a figure is being left from it as if it was creating it. The creature was as tall as Twilight and It was blue. There was a small red ring clipped to one of its ears and one gold ring around each wrist.
Pinkie Pie was the first one to greet them immediately placing a hoof on their shoulder while saying, "Hi! Where-"
Just as she touched them, their head turned fast and looked Pinkie in the eyes. Its own eyes were a black void with red irises that stared back at them. Pinkie felt a shiver run down their spine and just before she could do anything BLING. The creature disappeared in a flash leaving behind a small amount of staticky red mist that quickly dissipated. While worrying, they all pushed it to the back of their minds for a moment wanting Celestia to enjoy the reunion.
Once they left and made it back to pony vile, Celestia congratulated twilight and gave her a new mission which allowed her to stay with her new friends. once everyone left, she whispered to twilight, "Please try to find that...being. I'm not sure what their intentions are but they gave off a sinister feeling. Good luck." and with that, went off.
Over time she tried to find any signs of the entity that appeared but nothing. No strange reports of any kind. However, Luna saw a strange area within the dream realm, It was clouded with black and red ink. She couldn't sense any pony dreams in there so she left it alone since it creeped her out as well. Eventually the time came where twilight and her friends had to fight discord. As discord was being turned back into stone, he yelled out "Don't mess with the dream! Don't go near it!" as he became stone.
Confused, Twilight went to ask Princess Celestia about it. "and that's all he said. It didn't feel like a trick but... Do you know what he meant?"
"I'm sorry twilight but dreams are more of-"
"I know what he meant." Princess Luna was walking in when she heard the conversation. "Theres this...Odd area we have seen. Its an inky area that we don't dare to approach. It gives us...a bad feeling. We haven't said anything because we thought it would be ok if we left it alone."
"But what if its something that can stop or change discord for good?" Twilight asked.
"It might be possible your highness." Applejack chimed in. "for the short time we knew discord, I think he would try to steer any pony from something that could be used against him. Maybe the black ink and ominous feeling was also his doing."
"That is a possibility. Dear sister, could you please check it out? If this theory proves true, we could change discord without having to locate the spells required."
Luna looks to them nervous but hesitantly agrees. "We-I shall look into it." Luna really disliked the feeling the mass of inky dreams gave her and wanted nothing to do with it but if its just one of discords magic spells making her feel that way, then she could get through it. Every pony there except Fluttershy agreed to stay the night there. As the day past, Luna spent her time mentally preparing to enter the inky dream. She hopes that the worst part of it is just passing through its atmosphere. Once night falls she starts her dream duties. Once she finishes her rounds, she makes her way to the inky dream. Just passing through it made it feel like she was going through mud.
But she was relieved when she made it to the other side. The muddy feeling vanished as soon as she was in and was greeted by a bright green landscape. Green grass, blue skies and red clouds. "red clouds?" she thought to herself. It was the only thing that was off about this place.
She looked around again. The hills strangely made a loop. She flew around searching for anything. But the land was barren. Devoid of any life except grass and trees. She figured discord would of set some other kinds of preventative measures in here.
She landed to walk. "but why would he hide something in a dream? Or in a place so calm for that matter." She said aloud. When she faced forward she noticed a being in front of her. It was sitting down while hugging it's knees like a fetal position. It's eyes were closed.
She took a step towards it, the grass softly crunching under her hoof. It's ears twitched as it helps itself stand up, slightly hunched forwards with its fingers facing the ground. Luna stopped in her tracks as it started emitting an ominous aura. It was the being that appeared when she was turned good again.
"A dream...? So then this is a dream and not a prison...? How...lovely." it's voice sounded deep and low like someone whispering, yet it was loud like someone talking normally. "then that means I can escape. But first..." Their head slowly turned to Luna. The black void and shining red eyes stared at her. bling the hedgehog was suddenly close to her, reaching out with a sharp toothed smile spread across its face. Luna, terrified, ejected herself out the dream and huddled in her room till morning. Once Celestia had raised the sun, she had told her about what she'd seen.
"So it was a genuine warning. I'm sorry I had you check sister."
Just then, Fluttershy came flying in a bit late, looking a little sleepy. "Sorry I'm late every pony."
"If they called it a prison then they must be evil!" Rainbow dash said.
"o-or they just thought they were trapped there. Being stuck somewhere all alone for so long. I couldn't imagine what that would be like." Fluttershy said quietly while touching her hooves together nervously.
"Despite how they might look, let's try not to assume the worst." Celestia said.
"Yeah! Maybe they want friends and a welcoming party!"
"Luna and I will be visiting them together. If they're trapped, we can help them." They immediately got to it, all of them went with Luna into the dream realm. Each shuddering at the feeling of passing through the ink.
"this place is huge!" Pinkie pie said as she ran through and completed a looping hill.
"these clouds are weirdly color-" the cloud turned into a static red mist as rainbow dash touched it. She got worried about inhaling it but it instead seemed to pass through her without doing anything. Then the mist disappeared. Luna began to worry as she flew to the sky and looked to where she last saw the hedgehog. Except no one was here anymore
"I'm sorry sister but... They've gotten out."
"But how's that possible? If it's a dream, then shouldn't the dream disappear without the dreamer?" Twilight asked.
"it must of been the body that was imprisoned here." Now the ponies are worried and get to trying to locate the hedgehog.
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Lurker_Moonstare
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563661
| 1 |
Original Character,Alternate Universe,Dark,Mystery,Tragedy,Fallout,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence
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The Church of the Half Moon
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Following a southern family in a post-apocalyptic Equestria, identity or sacrifice in the name of duty weighs heavily on the Moon's children. You see a child bear the brunt force of the church’s practices.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>All life, big and small, came from the Sun. Only for her to watch them burn. Even the world was set on fire with the Sun and her relentless will to consume. Her younger sister, the Moon, was gifted to Equestria from the far side of the star. Witnessing creation's turmoil—its battles, its sorrows—she took pity. Allowing those who would follow her under her wing.</p><p>Following a southern family in a post-apocalyptic Equestria, identity or sacrifice in the name of duty weighs heavily on the Moon's children. You see a child bear the brunt force of the church’s practices. His adolescence is marked by a struggle against forces he cannot fully comprehend. Beneath the many faces of the moon lie hidden secrets—whether in the masks the residents wear or in the council's right hoof. Many fail to uncover the truth, but the consequences will shape them forever.</p><p>This is a character study about abuse, neglect, and religious trauma to be exact. You follow Pixie Dust throughout his life under the church of the Half Moon, a semi-new group who became more prominent after the end of the world. His father isn't around much, and his mother is still grappling with the grief of her closest friend. The main character is under a lot of conflict and stress in this isolated community, only having few outlets. One being an outsider, the only outsiders the Church has any interactions with. Then there's Selene, the reincarnation of Luña, head of the group, isn't what she seems. Pixie's older sister Picpuck, a council member, is trying to find out why. Barbaric practices are common within this Church, but it's completely normalized. Individuality is not what is expected from you. Will Pixie continue this cycle of abuse his mother, Genesis, has carved for him, or will he be his own Stallion, despite facing repercussions that include death? Will Picpuck crack under the pressure of loneliness that comes with the job of being a Council Member or will she rise above? I plan to explore these themes and more within this story of loss, sexuality, religion, bullying, and trauma.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-19T06:22:33+00:00
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2024-08-19T23:14:15+00:00
| 46 |
Love
In a Stone House gifted by her father, Genesis Fae sat alone. She cradled the shivering body of a newborn foal before gently placing it on the floor. Leaning against the wall, her hind hooves resting on the ground, she listened to the colt's cries. Her once delicate curls that covered her masked features became entangled in the brick behind her. Her face now revealed a hollowed, blank look as she gazed at the infant. This was clockwork for Genesis, wondering how long it would take for his thin layer of foal fur to turn blue. Yet somehow, she always found herself scooping him back up as the baby would jitter so much one could say he was truly frightened. But he was too young to know anything of love and loss, and too young for his soul to bond to his feeble, weak body. Still, the mother swaddled him in blankets knitted with tight lace and silk as she brought him back to his crib where she had taken him in distress prior. Tired from his grating hollering, his breaths were quick as he lay there on the off-white fabric in his crib. Genesis hit the mobile with delicate crystals featuring the moon. A soft twinkle of the melody “Luña May Bird” played as the mobile continued to rotate, soothing the foal's breaths.
“She would have loved you. She was known to be foal crazy,” Genesis said, her voice just above a whisper. “It's such a powerful word, isn't it? Love. I only truly loved one pony. Strange how much a pony could love.”
It was almost quiet. The much more pleasant song was the break her ears needed. Stillness took over the room and the foal below. Genesis lay against the bars of the crib. The whole fixture creaked and moved back under her weight. Both forehooves hooked on the side of the bars as she rested her chin on top of her pasterns. The baby's face was round and pudgy. A smile crept up on Genesis's face; when he wasn't loud, you could mistake him for being cute.
“I can't love you, at least not in the way I'm supposed to,”
Her eyes felt heavy. Taking the burden of her weight away from the crib, Genesis left the scene as it was. She lingered at the doorway. It would be a day and a half until the father would come around. It would have taken longer to send a pony out to give him the news that his foal was finally here. None of it bothered her; the absence of those you cared little about had less of an effect on you. Before the door shut, sealing away this picture, the mare felt a longing in the near empty room.
“Let's pretend, Pixie Dust. You'll be my good boy, and I'll be your loving mother.”
With a creak, the door met the frame. It's strange how fast a child can mature; yet, inevitably, they all find themselves sobbing on the floor. The only distinction being the passage of years and newfound mobility. Physical changes were also expected. Pixie's eyes as a baby were almost ghost white. Now, the vibrancy in his eyes only intensified with his age. They were a deep blue hue, like the colors from the deepest parts of the sky. You could see the moment when thought entered his head. The moment where his soul truly bonded away from the moon and into his mortal body.
The colt toed the line to the kitchen. That's where he kept his body firmly on the side of the dining room. He was still stupid; he thought his mere silence would be enough to hide him. Genesis shouldn't have expected more from a pony who could only write down his own name. At least he was wise enough to heed her warnings when she was busy cooking in the kitchen. Raising Pixie proved easy compared to his older sister PicPuck. If Pic were his age again, there wouldn't be any line she wouldn't cross. Instead, she'd probably be in the kitchen by now. That's where she'd try to trip Genesis by standing directly under her.
Genesis blew the cabinet door open. The smell of vinegar filled her nostrils. Not surprisingly from the amount she scrubbed the furniture with it. It may as well be a part of the Bricked House. Many things were stacked on top of each other. Mostly cups and bowls, some salts and peppers, vegetables who were beginning their first stage of rot. The mare rummaged through the compartments having porcelain jars scraped together as her hope perished with each open container. The jars were labeled but she was expecting her only gift from the moon, her idoncey, would make her misplace something. but at last nothing. Slumping down, Genesis placed her head on the counter top cheek close enough to touch the edge of her cutting board. Her forehoofs circled around her head, shielding her.
Was this really what the moon thought best for her? Quickly snuffing out her blasphemous question, her focus fell elsewhere. She listened to the noise of hooves walking on quartz and cement from the curtained windows. The soft light made the fabric near transparent as the noise muffled against it. Still Genesis could point out each and every neighbor from the sounds. It was two ticks away from The Festival Of The Newborn Light. Its excitement was contagious among Luna's children. There were foals giggling outside, a wagon being pulled. She could even hear the barks of Memory's old dog. Just life. Always moving around her. Genesis was never too fond of them, even with her notable personality shift.
Grappling around her leg like a ball and chain. Something clasped itself on to her back hoof. It was shifting, replacing its hold on top of each other, resting a warm beating sensation against her skin. Bringing her muzzle away from the countertop, her eyes rested on a foal. Pixie Dust, who has found the courage to pass the line into the kitchen, was hooked onto Genesis. His face was nestled into her sprint bone, eyes closed so tight you would have guessed he glued them. He may have hidden his eyes further into Genesis's fur if it wasn't for that horn on top of his head. Genesis settled back onto all fours, and the sound immediately caught Pixie's attention. His eyes snapped up to his mother, still believing his silence hid him. The foal sniffled as he wrestled his face back into her leg. The mare brought her hoof up, leaving the warmth the child offered. He nearly fell to the floor. Luckily for her, the uncoordinated little thing didn't.
Quiet. Emotions played across Pixie's face like a movie. Whatever it was, be it anger, sadness, or failure. For now, he didn't wear any tears, he only averted his eyes down with Genesis's stare. His breathing, sharp and heavy, caused his tiny body to tremble. Still, the child held his air in, falling in his attempt to steady himself. A Sparkle that twinkled off of a light fell down onto the foal's muzzle. It caused him to freeze. Pale yellow in color, a mist encompassed a part of Pixie's forelock. Genesis pulled the strands of his multicolored mane with her magic, trying to reset what he had tangled. Pixie's ears tilted forward, observing how the stars in his mother's levitating spell always twinkled into nothing. Easily managed, even as his mother tilted his face up with a hoof to have him look directly up at her. With a defeated sigh, the magic returned to its origin.
“Brush your mane and tail, make yourself presentable” she said,
Orders like that could only mean one thing. Those directions got an audible gasp from Pixie. So, making himself as tall as he could by straightening out his neck and legs, he nearly hopped off the ground to look big. The foal couldn't suppress his grin as he practiced his serious look, nodding before turning to hurry off to his room. With Genesis left to pack up the early stages of her prep work, she, too, would vanish once she finished.
Traditional garb consists of flowing clothing covering every part of your body. If you don't have a horn, a false one will be sculpted onto your mask. Yes, everypony wore a mask here. All crafted to their personalities and status by the chosen few who were gifted the opportunity to cultivate an outer face. Children, those who have yet to reach adulthood at 12, don't need this modesty. Still, it was the mare's duty of the house to make sure all represented the moon in her glory. Even if it meant a constant battle. Genesis had already pinned her mask on. Her curls frame that hard shelled face. The strife of adulthood took hours to mirror the image of the Moon. Yet, the pearls she'd adorned in her mane felt loose.
The time she took should have been long enough for Pixie to accomplish a simple task. But at last, there Pixie was, balancing on a stool, shoving those bristles deep into that mane of his. Genesis would give him a moment. Observing her foal wet the paddle brush down, trying to tame his hair. Yet, every stroke was teasing his hair into spikes. He was not old enough to master the art of telekinesis; it was a wonder how any ground pony could coordinate with anything. She must have caught his attention because that wooden brush slipped from his hooves, clattering onto the floor. His breaths still heavy, his eyes darting up and down. Blue yet glazed over, puffing tears out like smoke despite his effort to contain them.
Genesis moved into the bathroom, her movements deliberate. Sweeping the brush off the floor, she didn't let that distract Pixie from this simple task. No, she directed him to face the mirror. The right handle of the sink glowed yellow before it turned; the water ran at full force. With the same hoof, she used to guide him earlier, she pressed onto the base of his neck, pushing him under. Pixie sneezed, which shortly turned into a cough. Phlegm from his little outburst earlier mixed with the water running down the drain. Only when he was soaked did she release her pressure. The foal fell back on to his hooves, having to stretch himself to reach that far into the bowl. Gasping, he moved his arm to muffle himself out, tiny coughs beating against his skin like a heartbeat. This wasn't in vain, it allowed his mother to fulfill her duty as the mare of home.
“Are you pretending to be incompetent?”
Pixie's ears perked up, nearly turning to look his mother in the eyes until she set him back into place with another pull of the brush. He ended up staring at her reflection, trying to see through the darken shell where her eyes would be. The foal wanted to catch her feelings beneath it. “Incompetent.” That word was long… the type of word grown-ups used, when they knew you could be eavesdropping. Yet pixie could feel every bit of meaning behind it. Shaking his head, all there was to answer him was the sound of flowing water and the pull of fibers from his scalp.
…..
Loud chatting surrounded the pair. Genesis avoided contact with her peers as she checked off the list of supplies she needed to fulfill her duty of the house. Magic hugged around her pen, floating near her head until Pixie insisted on carrying it. That boy always had to stick his muzzle into everything. Keeping a close watch of him, from the corner of her eye, she could see her foal sniffing around in the air. His eyes closed as he cantered ahead, pen in his mouth until it was ripped away to check another box. The world outside their stone home was small to Genesis, but it only the more distracting to her son.
“Pixie, don't kick up the sand,”
“Yes Ma'am,”
Pixie slowed to a near crawl, watching his mother's hooves to match the pace she was going. They nearly disappeared into the crowd now, bringing a gentle sense of ease to the old mare's heart. Right until that dog barked up at the unit. Memories’s old mutt, a large, white, dog with floppy ears. It was a mess, it couldn't keep its spit in its own mouth. She couldn't believe anyone would allow that thing in their own home, let alone near them. But Naive Pixie gasped, flinching at the sheer loud sound but smiling when he saw the dog. Both mutt and Pixie looked to their caretakers until they gave the go ahead for them to meet.
“Mayo!” Pixie exclaimed bringing his hooves around the neck of the animal,
Pixie is getting a bath tonight, if it wasn't just for touching the dog, he was being drenched in its spit.
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Lurker_Moonstare
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563661
| 2 |
Original Character,Alternate Universe,Dark,Mystery,Tragedy,Fallout,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence
|
The Church of the Half Moon
|
Following a southern family in a post-apocalyptic Equestria, identity or sacrifice in the name of duty weighs heavily on the Moon's children. You see a child bear the brunt force of the church’s practices.
|
incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>All life, big and small, came from the Sun. Only for her to watch them burn. Even the world was set on fire with the Sun and her relentless will to consume. Her younger sister, the Moon, was gifted to Equestria from the far side of the star. Witnessing creation's turmoil—its battles, its sorrows—she took pity. Allowing those who would follow her under her wing.</p><p>Following a southern family in a post-apocalyptic Equestria, identity or sacrifice in the name of duty weighs heavily on the Moon's children. You see a child bear the brunt force of the church’s practices. His adolescence is marked by a struggle against forces he cannot fully comprehend. Beneath the many faces of the moon lie hidden secrets—whether in the masks the residents wear or in the council's right hoof. Many fail to uncover the truth, but the consequences will shape them forever.</p><p>This is a character study about abuse, neglect, and religious trauma to be exact. You follow Pixie Dust throughout his life under the church of the Half Moon, a semi-new group who became more prominent after the end of the world. His father isn't around much, and his mother is still grappling with the grief of her closest friend. The main character is under a lot of conflict and stress in this isolated community, only having few outlets. One being an outsider, the only outsiders the Church has any interactions with. Then there's Selene, the reincarnation of Luña, head of the group, isn't what she seems. Pixie's older sister Picpuck, a council member, is trying to find out why. Barbaric practices are common within this Church, but it's completely normalized. Individuality is not what is expected from you. Will Pixie continue this cycle of abuse his mother, Genesis, has carved for him, or will he be his own Stallion, despite facing repercussions that include death? Will Picpuck crack under the pressure of loneliness that comes with the job of being a Council Member or will she rise above? I plan to explore these themes and more within this story of loss, sexuality, religion, bullying, and trauma.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-19T06:52:56+00:00
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2024-08-19T06:52:56+00:00
| 28 |
The arrival
Mama was always ethereal, clean, even when she was outside. Most mothers scowled at Pixie and kept their children away from him. Memory, on the other hoof, was kind, as was Mayo. Mayo always nudged her nose into the pudge of Pixie’s cheek, effectively getting Pixie to giggle as he kissed the dog back on her muzzle. Her pants were loud, almost enough to drown out Mama's and Memory's daily chats.
“Genesis Fae,” Memory nodded his head.
“Memory Starbow,” Genesis answered back.
That's where they lost Pixie's attention. Tonight was a grand night; Selene shall show herself to her people, speak to them. Last year, Pixie could not recall the soft voice of the mare of the moon, but during that night, Pixie could explore the soft colors of stone around the Village. Every pony would come, be it old, young, sick, or new. It was also the night of song, a celebration of the birth of music. “Pixie.” Now that's what he remembered; every pony sang, joined in one ghostly voice, those few given the gift of music played to match the song. Memory’s viola leads the group to sing higher. “Pixie.” Then like that light came from the mass, and it was like a weight was being lifted from the group. It made the foal sleepy and also gave him a headache.
“Pixie Dust,” Mama sounded crossed.
The foal placed both hooves on the floor; Mayo’s wet nose pushed into Pixie’s fur, nipping him; the spit of pain rang up through his leg, causing the foal to pull away. Mama, content, started to move again.
As Pixie reminisced about the night of Selene, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of the grand iron gate ahead. Different faces of the moon were imprinted on the iron, bars curled into crescent shapes, arcing up to meet at a point. The sun’s rays made the crystals on the gate glare into Pixie's eyes. Pixie's attention was drawn to the swirling magic surrounding the gate, casting a mesmerizing glow of cyan, pink, and yellow. The magical glow was barely visible, but it enchanted into every stone placed into the wall. Other ponies lined up as well, some older ones, shifting their weight; others little, chasing each other, through the legs of the wiser pony folk. Loud chatter overfilled them all. Once again, Mama was there, a graceful aura with her, as she floated her pen and paper into her saddlebag. Pixie stood alongside her, putting his head up as high as he could, trying to capture her grace, squinting against the sun.
When the gates swung on its hinges, dust billowed out like wind breezing through the grass. A group entered the gate through the sandstorm. Town folk eagerly galloped towards the few, greeting their arrival. Among the few was a large, Unicorn towering in stature, blocking out the sun. Pixie's eyes adjusted to the brightness, his heart began to sink down into the sand, hitching the foals breathe. The unicorn's dark silvery mask seemed to glare directly at him, it was easier to stare down. The foal notices how large his hooves were, they reminded him of the dinner plates they had at home. Dirt stuck to the horse like a lifeline, unlike Mama who remained unfazed.
“Silver Dollar,” she greeted.
“Genni,” his voice didn't match his looks, “And Pixie Dust.”
“Hello sir,” Pixie replied,
The horse chuffed at Pixie, dust puffing from the holes of his mask like a steam engine. He must have breathed fire. Perhaps that explained why Pixie hadn't encountered this stranger before. As Pixie observed the group more closely, he noticed wagons laden with shining jewels. It only proved his theory, they were scary monsters that hoard all things sacred and pretty. Instinctively Pixie darted behind Mama’s flowing dress. Silver, with his piercing gaze, scrutinized the foal for a solid minute before finally turning away.
Then, a couple entered the town. The gate closed behind them. They stuck out like a shaved tail. Their fur was left in the open, you could see their cutie marks, one a cleaver, the other a single daffodil. They were older Ponies, unsettling and peculiar about the two were their faces. They lack their gift, the mask, leaving their expressions out in the open. Their age was evident in their faces—the colors of their eyes and the way their faces were shaped made Pixie shrink further into the veil of his mother's dress. Below the pair was a single brown colt. He was around Pixie's age, but that led to more questions. Despite feeling his cover slipping away, Pixie couldn't resist stealing a few more glances at his unfamiliar peer.
“I'm going to drop this by the house, I'll catch up to you by Moon high,” Mama said,
“You’re leaving Mama?” Pixie called out trying to catch up, but she ignored him,
“Come on little one,” Silver said, softer this time, “it won't be long until Genni will be back,”
Pixie looked back at the stallion, shrinking into himself as his head tilted down to the floor. Despite following the stallion, he made sure to steer as far as he could get away from him. Silver slouched his head, when he walked. Weak with slow movements, he dragged his hooves in the dirt, like his own mass was weighing down on every bone, pulling him to the ground. Pixie saw the way Silver held back his yawn, as if it was a bomb ready to blow. Those glaring eyes snuck glances down at the little pony, before finally deciding to speak up when the silence outstayed its welcome.
“Have you started school yet?” Silver’s smile could be heard beneath the mask,
“In the next moon cycle I will, sir,”
“Are you excited?”
“Mhm!” Pixie chirped. “I- I mean, yes sir I am. For the fest-...fest-y-vile and for School,”
“Good, but you don't need to call me sir, Pixie,”
“Sorry sir, I mean- sorry,”
There was a moment of Silence that fell between them. Those blue eyes caught onto a strange long stick, with what looked like a metal waxing crescent moon topped on it. By it was another less strange device; Pixie has seen other ponies melting metals into similar molds. Never had he had the correct name; he just knew they made large pops in the target field. Pixie's hooves took over him, gently pressing onto the moon shape that hung from Silver's waist. Those little eyes widened as he felt his body shake out, not being able to contain his energy.
“What is that?”
“Hm?” The stallion shuffled, struggling slightly to see through the holes of his mask, “It's a pickaxe.”
“Pickaxe?” Pixie pressed further,
“Oh well, it's a tool, you know how we decorate the village with pretty rocks? Things like marble, silver, and gold?”
“Mhm,”
“Well, these tools help get them from the ground, so we can bring them here,”
“you bring home rocks?”
“Yes,”
“Aren't they heavy?”
“Ah, yes?”
“that doesn't sound fun,”
“It's not.”
Pixie looked straight thinking hard about his next approach to this question, “Then why do you do it?”
Silver couldn't keep the light chuckle covered. He assumed Mama would have taught him already, but there wasn't a bit of annoyance for having to explain.
“We all have a role, it will make our community thrive, you'll have one, love,”
“...As long as it's not rocks,”
“hm, yeah, then what would it be?”
Pixie's brain fumbled over itself, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, turning up he kept a still tone, “Run,”
Later, as the night made her arrival, the festival sprung forth an air of excitement. Candles sparkled like stars all around the Village, hung from roof top to pillars, tied around strings so they'd hang. Each one had a protective magical sphere around them, giving them color. Foals ran past the pair carrying thin sticks that sparkled like Starfire. Pixie couldn't help but yearn for one of those, they seemed so pretty, as they lit the air in a soft smog. Mama, came back as well, in a different dress, her mane was done up in a curled bun. Her most precious jewelry, which stayed in her box for most of the year, adorned her figure. Mayo was let off her leash, chasing another dog, she kept glancing back at Memory, who was setting up for the night's performance. So much noise filled the area, laughing, screaming, instruments being tuned, animals, everything.
Pixie was so caught up in the madness of the festival that he didn't realize Silver had slipped away. There was a pang of sadness that washed over the foal. It didn't take long for the stallion to return with a small box, stretching it out to Pixie. The foal looked at it, turning to Mother, her attention placed nowhere. So Pixie took the box into his hooves looking down at the text. Sp- ar- k- l- ers. Sparklers. Pixie sprang forth wrapping his hooves around Silver's arm.
“Thank you!”
Pixie could feel a hoof ruffle his mane, as the older stallion returned the hug, “Go have fun,” he said, so Pixie ran off.
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