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RunicTreetops

563234

Main 6,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Everfree Recipes

Being lost in the Everfree doesn't mean you have to go hungry!

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<p>Most ponies know that the Everfree Forest is dangerous and should be approached with care. For many, this only makes the forest more enticing. As a result, accidents are common. It isn't rare for campers, researchers, or anypony else seeking adventure to wind up in a scenario where the comforts of home are out of reach. However, just because you're out of supplies doesn't mean you're out of options!</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T20:23:56+00:00

2024-08-19T20:23:55+00:00

Apples Time: Prep Time: 1 minute Cook Time: 0 minutes Ingredients: 1 Apple Author: Applejack Recipe: Y’all ever had an apple? It’s the fruit that grows on apple trees. Most people think they’re red, but they can also be green, yellow, and a few other colors. Plenty of types to choose from, but if you’re reading this, you’re probably in the Everfree Forest so you can’t afford to be picky. Lucky for you, there’s no such thing as a bad apple. Unless they’re rotten or got worms or something. I can promise you that apples grown at Sweet Apple Acres are only of the highest quality! Anyway, if you don’t have access to Equestria’s premier apple farm and their delicious and affordable produce, you can forage for your own in the Everfree Forest. They’re not everywhere, but they’re also not too hard to find. Heck, once I started poking around, I found one growing next to a pond after all of thirty seconds. Just grab one of those little bundles of joy and chow down. Mind you, Everfree apples don’t hold a candle to an apple grown at Sweet Apple Acres, but they’ll get you through. An apple is an apple is an apple. It’s as simple as that! Editor’s note: Remove blatant advertising.

RunicTreetops

563234

Main 6,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Everfree Recipes

Being lost in the Everfree doesn't mean you have to go hungry!

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<p>Most ponies know that the Everfree Forest is dangerous and should be approached with care. For many, this only makes the forest more enticing. As a result, accidents are common. It isn't rare for campers, researchers, or anypony else seeking adventure to wind up in a scenario where the comforts of home are out of reach. However, just because you're out of supplies doesn't mean you're out of options!</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T20:24:44+00:00

2024-08-19T20:24:44+00:00

Twinkle Tea Time: Prep Time: 5 minutes Cook Time: 10 minutes Ingredients: 1 Cup of Water 1 Twinkle Leaf Author: Rarity Recipe: Good day, darlings! I hope this recipe finds you well. Now, as I’m sure you are aware, camping in the Everfree Forest without any proper food or supplies can be an absolute nightmare for those of us with more refined tastes. However, that is no excuse to live in squalor! A fine lady and/or gentlecolt knows how to carry themselves in even the most dire of situations, and what better way is there to maintain your composure (and your sanity) than with a nice cup of tea? The first thing you will want to acquire is a cup of water. As any true tea enthusiast would know, the size of the cup is vital to how you are presenting yourself, but I suppose if you’re foraging for tea in the Everfree Forest your options may be limited. Too much or too little tea is better than no tea, and that is true in any scenario. Of course, you also want that water to be clean and drinkable. If you have a unicorn nearby or are one yourself, you’re in luck! You probably already know the water purification spell. It’s almost trivially simple to perform, but if you don’t already know it, you can likely find it in any given spellbook. If there are no unicorns present, you will need to rely on old-fashioned methods of ensuring that your water is safe to drink. Methods that a lady such as myself is not privy to. Regardless, once your cup of water has been procured, you will want to find a single Twinkle Leaf. Naturally, these can be found on Twinkle Trees, which are jet-black beasts of plants that tower over their neighbors. If you gaze upon them at night, the bugs that live in their bark shine and twinkle like stars in the sky. It’s a gorgeous sight, though I don’t recommend getting too close when those bugs are out. They might be pretty to look at, but they are truly nasty vermin. With the leaf in hoof, all that is left to do is to place the leaf in your cup of water, place it over a heat source such as a fire or even a simple warming spell centered on your horn, and wait about ten minutes. After that time has passed, you may remove the leaf and enjoy your fresh cup of tea. You’ll know you did it correctly if the fragrance is something you could simply die for. Though, fair warning, the flavor will leave much to be desired. Editor’s note: Add addendum detailing water purification techniques.

RunicTreetops

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Main 6,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Everfree Recipes

Being lost in the Everfree doesn't mean you have to go hungry!

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<p>Most ponies know that the Everfree Forest is dangerous and should be approached with care. For many, this only makes the forest more enticing. As a result, accidents are common. It isn't rare for campers, researchers, or anypony else seeking adventure to wind up in a scenario where the comforts of home are out of reach. However, just because you're out of supplies doesn't mean you're out of options!</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T20:25:39+00:00

2024-08-19T20:25:39+00:00

Bog Apple Remedy Time: Prep Time: 10 minutes Cook Time: 30 minutes Ingredients: 1 Cup of Water 2 Teaspoons of Gumble Juice 1 Tablespoon of Shu 1 Yinka Mushroom Cap Author: Twilight Sparkle Recipe: If you’re reading this recipe, you or somepony you know has likely been afflicted with bog apple poisoning. Bog apple poisoning occurs when a pony thinks they know more than they do and decide to eat a bog apple without consulting her friends first. Symptoms include dizziness, stomach pain, nausea, fatigue, and prolonged headaches. Thankfully, a remedy for these symptoms can be made with a bit of patience and perhaps some luck, even in the Everfree Forest. First and foremost, you’re going to want a cup of purified water. If you do not have any with you, feel free to read the attached addendums detailing water purification. Place this cup of water over an open flame and leave it there; you will want to bring the water to a boil, and doing so while searching for the rest of your ingredients will save you time. Don’t forget, the sooner the remedy is done, the sooner you or your friend(s) can start feeling better. The three things you are hunting for are Gumble Bushes, Shu, and Yinka Mushrooms. Gumble Bushes can grow to be about three feet tall, and they can be identified by their red and blue berries. Some bushes have red berries and some bushes have blue berries, but only Gumble Bushes have both. Once you find one, grab an equal amount of both colors of berry. You’ll want enough to make 2 teaspoons of juice after crushing them, which will most likely be about four of each berry. Shu is a dew-like substance that only appears on the trunks of Dadan Trees. You can find it during most hours of the day, but it’s easiest to find in the morning. You will want to collect a tablespoon of it. While I’m sure this sounds daunting, pressing a hoof against the ridges of the Dadan Tree’s trunk will cause large amounts of Shu to squirt out from underneath, making it easy to collect into a bottle or whatever other container you might have on hoof. Finally, Yinka Mushrooms grow in sunny areas and are easily identifiable by their bright red caps. You only need the cap and you only need one, so it shouldn’t take very long to find. Just be sure to take great care while handling it. Once your ingredients have been obtained and measured out, add them one at a time to the boiling water. After doing so, remove the water from your heat source and begin stirring. You will want to stir for thirty minutes. If you are the one afflicted by bog apple poisoning, this will likely be a painful process. You will know that the remedy is complete when the liquid turns a bright yellow. This transformation happens fast, so be sure to pay attention while stirring. At this point, it should be cool enough to consume. Remove what is left of the Yinka Mushroom’s cap and have the afflicted individual consume the entire cup’s contents. The effects of the remedy should be felt within about three minutes. The pain should subside, the headache should fade, and the nausea should lighten up. All in all, the remedy allows a pony to be back on their hooves in no time. Warning: Severe hallucinations are a known side effect of the remedy.

RunicTreetops

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Main 6,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Everfree Recipes

Being lost in the Everfree doesn't mean you have to go hungry!

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<p>Most ponies know that the Everfree Forest is dangerous and should be approached with care. For many, this only makes the forest more enticing. As a result, accidents are common. It isn't rare for campers, researchers, or anypony else seeking adventure to wind up in a scenario where the comforts of home are out of reach. However, just because you're out of supplies doesn't mean you're out of options!</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T20:26:39+00:00

2024-08-19T20:29:48+00:00

Canned Camping Food Time: Prep Time: 0 minutes Cook Time: 10 minutes Ingredients: However many cans you brought with you, silly! Author: Pinkie Pie Recipe: Hiya! Twilight left me in charge of the food tonight after Applejack’s little “accident” yesterday, and she asked me to write down whatever recipe I chose to go with! I was a little confused at first, but then I was like “Wait! Twilight LOVES cataloging things, duh!” I think most ponies already know how to prepare canned camping food, but if that’s what she wants, I won’t argue! First, take the cans out of your mane. It’s an abso-incredi-lutely great place to store your camping supplies! Then, you’ll want to- Editor’s note: Never let Pinkie Pie “lose” your camping supplies.

Nephilinae

563235

Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

Before the Sun

Once apon a time, in a far away land, there lived a Unicorn filly named Celestia...

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<p>Long before their ever was a 'Princess Celestia', there was a land of strife, famine, and two tiny fillies in a forgotten village on the edge of the untamed wilds.</p><p>Side story to 'By the Moon', and prequel to the upcoming 'By the Sun'.</p><p>Written in Celebration of my 10 year anniversary on FIMfic!</p><p>Updates will be sporadic. <img alt=":twilightsheepish:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsheepish.png"/></p>

mature

2024-08-21T01:13:59+00:00

2024-08-22T04:20:36+00:00

~~~ White stone buildings surrounded Tia as she walked behind her parents. Of course this was nothing new to the pink maned white Unicorn filly. She had lived her life on the road with the blue stallion and lilac mare. They brought her with as they traveled from town to town. By day, either one of her parents would be away for a while, but the remaining one stayed behind to take care of the young filly. When they came to a town, they would go straight for the local inn to stare at a strange board that was nearly always covered in parchments of paper. Tia's Mom and Dad would then whisper quietly to each other, pointing at one or two of the papers. They would then rip it off the board. The one of them, usually Mom, would pick Tia up and they'd all go talk with the innkeeper. Mom and Dad would discuss adults things like 'payment', 'principle', or some such thing like that. Frankly it all went over Tia's head. All she wanted to do was run around and look at all the interesting things in the inn. Then when they finished their adult discussion, and depending on what time of day it was... They would go to a new room for the night, or one of her parents would disappear for a time while the remaining one played with Tia for the day. Today was no different. The only thing that stuck out to Tia, was how many more Ponies, and how much taller the buildings were. She followed the two older Ponies in almost a daze, openly gawking at the busy sights around her. "Tia?" Mom asked, drawing the small filly's attention. "Are you getting tired? You're slowing down." Truthfully, Tia wasn't tired. But she nodded her head anyway to get a ride on Mom's back. "Up you come then." The large mare stated gently, lifting the three year old filly in her magic. With a soft plop Tia was deposited on the older mare's withers, whom then sped up a little to match Dad's pace. "If memory serves..." The blue stallion said to the mare. "There should be another inn around that corner." He pointed down the street. "If they haven't closed." the lilac mare agreed. Tia continued to stare at the bustling city, awed that there could be so many Ponies at one time! Her parents however ignored everything around them, and seemed intent to get to their destination. The three turned around the corner, coming into view of another bustling tavern. Tia could only stare wide eyed at the plethora of Ponies dressed similarly to her parents. Traveling cloaks, leather bound books, swords, knives... And plenty more her parents didn't have. Ponies with full suits of armor, shields and pikes... Staves and bows. The sheer amount of exciting looking Ponies was mind boggling. "If anything looks like business has gotten better." Mom murmured softly to Dad. "I guess the famine is good for business." He replied with equal softness. They made their way through the crowd, gently and slowly prodding their way towards the door to the tavern. "Alright Tia, I need you to stay near me in there. And don't talk to anypony." Mom whispered to Tia as Dad opened the tavern door. "Yes Mommy." Tia chirped. "Good." Mom nodded as she followed Dad. The tavern was even busier than it's outside. Ponies bustled to and fro with large wooden tankards. A group of stallions off to Tia's right started to laugh uproariously at the silly voice of somepony telling a story. A mare sat quietly in a dark corner, a purple lizard resting across her withers. The atmosphere was alive and full of comradery. As always, Mom and Dad made a beeline for the ever present board. Ponies moved out of the way to allow the three access. The two older Ponies stopped in front of the paper filled oddity. "How about this one?" Dad asked. "No, that'll bring the attention of my family." Mom shook her head. "Hm." Dad hummed. "How about that? We can do that in an afternoon." "Maybe if we can't afford Reaver's fee." Mom tapped her chin in thought. "Come on... There has to be something here... This is Unicornia for crying out loud!" "Keep your voice down!" Mom grumbled. "I see that twit Cold Iron! If he hears we'll be-" "Well well well." a stallion's voice sounded, drowning out the entirety of the noise within the tavern. "Damnit." Mom cursed quietly. "Look over here lads! We've got a right hard ass over here!" cried a stallion who stood behind the counter, wiping a dirty glass with a rag. "Cold Iron!" Mom greeted as she turned towards the stallion, suddenly cordial. "Didn't see you over there! How's business been?" "Well enough I suppose." The rough looking Unicorn admitted. "But you already knew that didn't you?" "What can we say?" Dad responded. "Everypony's gotta eat." "Tell that to my boys you put in the dirt." 'Cold Iron' replied. "You know as well as we do it's all part of the business." Mom replied. "If you can't accept that, get out while you can." "Aye. Which I reckon is a mighty strange thing to say while babysitting a filly." Cold Iron nodded grimly. "Well that depends." Mom snarked. "Are any of your boys on the board?" Cold Iron smirked with a snort. "Naw. They're all contracted with a merchant as a guard detail. Totally above board." "Then you don't have to worry about me then do you?" Mom replied. "It'd be a shame to lead an old stallion on a merry chase again." "Now you say that, but I wonder what your mum would say?" "Don't know, don't care." Mom replied with a dismissive snort. "Is Reaver in today?" "I'd wager she'd say differently." the stallion rebutted. "Is. Reaver. In. To. Day?" Mom repeated slowly. "Fine fine. Don't get your knickers twisted..." The stallion then leaned back and shouted into the kitchen. "'Ey Reaver! Got a familiar face out here that wants to see you!" Tia watched all of this with wide innocent eyes, uncomprehending of what the adults were talking about. The sounds of somepony moving in another room echoed, before a batwing door opened, revealing an aged but strong looking stallion whose back right hoof was a peg leg. "Oh blimey!" He exclaimed in happy surprise. "Ain't seen yer ugly mugs 'round here for a good long while!" It was only then did Mom and Dad smile. "Hello Reaver." Mom replied. "Long time indeed." "Hold on for a second, I'll be right out." The old stallion stated, walking around the counter to get closer. "Ya gotta be desperate if you're coming here." He said as he drew near. "Could we discuss this at a table? Where every ear isn't turned to us?" Dad asked. "That bad huh?" The stallion asked. "I'll see what I can do." The stallion then turned and began walking down one of the rows of tables, looking for a an open table. "Hm hm hmm..." he hummed as he searched. "Excuse me miss! Are you done for this evening?" He was talking with the mare with the purple lizard on her withers. "Hm? Oh yes, I've just finished." The mare stated, hopping from her chair. "Thankee kindly miss. I hope our hospitality was warm this evening." He said with a genuine smile. "Well enough." The mare nodded. "Have a good night." "You as well miss!" Reaver replied. The stallion then turned back to Mom and Dad. "Shall we?" He asked, gesturing to the table. Mom lifted Tia off her withers as she took a seat, setting Tia in her lap. "So who's this little filly?" Reaver asked, nodding at Tia. "This is Celestia." Mom replied, bouncing Tia gently in her lap. "Say hi Tia." "H- Hi..." Tia said shyly. "Aw... Cute filly." Reaver said, booping Tia's nose. Tia's small hooves snapped to her snout, clutching her nose in surprise. "Hahhahaha!" Reaver laughed good naturedly. "Oh she's a keeper alright." He then turned back to Mom and Dad. "Which is why I'm guessing you're here. This ain't no place for any filly." "Correct." Mom nodded. "We're... Looking for something." She said cryptically. "Lots of Ponies are. But what are you lookin' for?" Reaver replied. "A job." Dad said simply. "One with a big pay day." "That all?" Reaver asked with a raised eyebrow. "Hell we got plenty! How about the one with-" "Those aren't enough." Mom interrupted. "We need a lot." "... You two didn't get mixed up with any less than reputable organization have you? Bein' in debt isn't great, but surely you haven't taken that-" "It's not like that." Dad interjected. "We've-" He shared a glance with Mom, who nodded. "We're planning on moving South. Take what supplies we can and leave before this famine gets any worse." Reaver leaned back in his chair. "I see..." He said gravely. "I suppose that makes sense... With the price of food going up all the time..." "So you'll help us?" Mom asked hopefully. "I can try. But I don't think anypony is willing to give out that much scratch. For any job. Only one I can think of is The One." His voice dropped into a whisper at the last two words. To Tia, it felt like a cold breeze swept through the tavern. And barely, just barely, the various candles, lanterns, and the roaring fireplace didn't seem all that inviting anymore. Mom and Dad shared a worried glance. "We... See." Dad said slowly "Is it still in the same place?" "You're not actually thinking about taking it are you?" Reaver asked. "For now, no." Dad shook his head. "But we might be forced to. It'll be good to go get a look for a refresher." "I can see you're desperate." Reaver replied. "But I have to ask you to think about your filly." "It's because of her we want to leave." Mom snarled softly. The old stallion sighed softly. "Then all I can do is wish you the best of luck. Just remember..." He lowered his voice. "Trust nopony. You know how things stand." "We know." Dad nodded. "Then fortune be with you." Reaver said, pushing himself to his hooves. "And may the Alicorns bless your fate." And just like that he was gone, disappearing into the crowd of Ponies. Mom and Dad looked at each other. "So the palace board eh?" Dad asked. "I can go." Mom insisted. "If you don't want to." "And risk your family recognizing you? I don't think so missy." Dad replied. "Alright fine." Mom relented. "Do we want a room here then?" "Nah, Reaver's a good stallion, but Cold Iron is liable to try something." “I’d like to see him try. Finish what I started as a filly.” “Easy girl.” Dad laughed. “We’re supposed to be good parents now.” “Whatever.” Mom groaned. “Let’s just get out of here.” With that, she removed Tia from her lap with her magic and slid out of the chair. Tia however was swiftly placed on Mom’s withers as Dad joined her in standing up. “Just a bit more Tia, and if you’re a good girl we can get a treat later!” “A treat?” Tia asked, her tiny ears perking. “What kind of treat?” “We’re just going to have to see aren’t we?” Mom grinned as they made their way out of the tavern. The street was perhaps even more crowded now, as the evening sky began to dull into a bright orange. “We better get a move on if we want a room tonight.” Dad said. “Right.” Mom replied with a nod. “How about the Pickled Manticore? If we’re lucky we can get our old room again.” “Sun’s sake mare… She’s right there!” “Oh she’s too young to know what we’re talking about. Besides, when she’s down for the night and if we’re quiet…” “You’re insatiable.” “Is that a no?” “Aren’t you nervous about being here? At all?” “A bit.” Mom admitted. “But these are our old stomping grounds. While I don’t think I’d be able to fit into half the places I used to, I’d bet we’d still get away with a ruckus if we needed to.” “I swear, Tia here will be a right and proper rogue if you get your way.” Mom giggled at that but didn’t otherwise reply. The two then walked in comfortable silence, allowing Tia to observe more of the city. They eventually came to another inn, this one much more dingy and much less populated. Even to Tia's young eyes it looked like it was falling apart. Wordlessly, Mom and Dad entered the inn. The smell of smoke filled Tia's nose as she was brought inside. The occupants of the inn weren't like the cheerful inhabitants of the other inn. They wore their grimy and hole filled cloaks and the hoods were still up, mostly hiding their faces as they drank their 'forbidden juice'. Mom and Dad went to the counter, where the barkeeper was pouring a drink for one of the customers. "Excuse me." Mom asked after she drew the barkeep's attention. "Would you happen to have a room available?" "Not sure ye'd want ta bring a filly here youngin." He grumbled, gesturing at Tia. "Pretty things like her tend to... Disappear around here." "If you value the continued use of your testicles... I wouldn't recommend that." Dad replied mischievously. "Those sort of things tend to... Disappear around my wife." He grinned. "Heh. Dun blame me if ye never see 'er again... Yeah, I've got a room fer ye." "We'll take our chances." Mom said grimly, putting a few bits on the counter. "That'll be enough for you I think." "... That'll do well enough." The barkeep stated, quickly scooping the bits underneath the counter. "Here's the key." A key was slapped onto the counter, which Dad swept up with equal swiftness. "Pleasure doing business with you." Mom smiled grimly. "Not on yer life..." The barkeep growled softly as he turned away. Mom ignored him as she turned and began walking away, heading towards a dark hall to the back of the bar. "Not the same room." Dad reported, examining the key. "Shame." Mom sighed. "Ah well. Can't win them all." They swiftly came before a door that Dad stuck the key inside and turned the lock. The door opened with a creak, revealing a dark and musky room. Both older Ponies lit their horns as they peered inside; Mom a silvery lavender, and Dad a gleaming orange. Cautiously they slipped inside, shutting the door behind them with a click. "You check under the bed, I'll start the wards." Mom stated. "On it honey." Dad said as he bent down and began searching under the bed. Tia was used to this by now and hadn't moved from her place on Mom's withers. "Bed's clear." Dad said as he stood straight. Mom's horn strobed as she continuously wove spells around the room. "There." Mom said as she finished her ritual. "Nopony getting inside here now. Alright Tia, you can hop off if you want." Despite permission being given, Tia instead yawned. "'M tired..." She said, snuggling into Mom's coat. "Aw, watching all of the strange Ponies sure was exciting huh?" Mom asked with a coo. "Okay then, we'll get you to bed then." "Mkay..." Tia yawned again, snuggling further into Mom's coat. The familiar warmth of Mom's magic wrapped around the filly, gently lifting her and placing her squarely in the center of the only bed. Tia didn't open her eyes as the familiar weights of her parents pressed onto the bed besides her. "So no good boy reward tonight then?" Dad said with a mirthful tone. "With that comment, you're lucky you're not sleeping on the floor lover boy." Mom teased. "Oh you wound me Neb!" Dad replied with mock hurt. "Besides. Weren't you the one who suggested it?" "That was before I knew this place went to Tartarus. This place has always been cheap but damn, didn't know it had gotten this bad..." "Do you want me to keep watch?" "Nah, I'll stay up for a bit." "... You want to stare out the window at the palace don't you?" "... I do miss them sometimes." Mom admitted. Tia finally fully succumbed to sleep. ~~~ Tia awoke with a twitch as she smelled something delicious. She lifted her head and took a sniff. "Good morning sleepy head!" Mom called excitedly, sitting on the bed next to Tia. "Your father got us these." She said, waving a honey glazed bun in front of the filly's nose. "Because you were such a good girl yesterday." She smiled kindly. Tia gasped as she took the treasured honey bun in both hooves. It was still warm! "Thank you daddy!" she squee'd adorably. But then her expression fell as she realized Dad was not there. "Where is daddy?" she asked. "He has things he needs to look into." Mom replied easily. "He'll be back tonight." "Oh..." Tia's ears drooped. "Hey don't be like that." Mom cooed gently, cupping Tia's face with a hoof. "We've still got a new city to explore! We can go look at all the silly suits the well-to-dos are wearing, or we can go draw mustaches on all the important looking statues!" she continued, poking Tia in the tummy. "Doesn't that sound like fun?" Tia giggled in reply. "Yeah!" she squee'd bouncing in excitement. "Then come on!" We don't have all day!" Mom smiled cheerfully, lowering herself so her withers were even with the bed. "Yay!" Tia cheered, gleefully taking her usual place. "Onwards! To adventure and mustaches!" "Yes! Mustaches!" Mom giggled as she fully stood up. The trip back through the inn was uneventful, save for Mom stepping cautiously around one of the local drunkards... Otherwise the inn was quite unlike what it was the night before. Without the gloom of the night, all the dirt, grim, and various stains were on full display. The street however was an entirely different story. Ponies bustled about in the fresh and bright morning air, going about their lives as they always had. "So the trick to the mustaches Tia..." Mom began to explain. "It's not that you don't want to be seen, but you've got to be in a decent place to escape when you are spotted." "Hmhm." Tia nodded, only half listening. "Ideally, on the other side of a bush or fence, but in a tree works too." "Hmhm." Tia nodded automatically. "Normally you can get away with ignoring any regular Pony when they tell you to stop, but you've got to watch for the guard... They'll usually sound big, mean, and intimidating. But that's all for show. They're mostly a bunch of pushovers." "Hmhm..." Tia's gaze began to wander. "They'll chase you if they see you, but that's also when they're at their worst. That armor is heavy, and the academy mostly focuses on spellwork rather than physical prowess..." Tia's ear flicked. "Hm?" The small filly hmmed as her attention was grabbed. "What is it Tia?" Mom asked. "I... I don't know..." Tia admitted softly. It was... A sort of music that tickled her small ears. Like a village of Ponies were singing. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing that she had difficultly turning her attention elsewhere. But still, Tia being the good filly she was did her best to ignore the strangely magnetic noise. No matter how much she tried however, she kept wandering back to the singing that rose and fell as Mom walked through the streets. It was when the music was at it's loudest when Tia broke. "Mommy, what's that sound?" she asked. "Hm? You mean the town crier?" She asked, pointing at a Pony who was loudly ringing a bell. Truth be told, Tia didn't even notice the loud obnoxious brass bell. "No." Tia replied. "It's like singing." Mom cocked her head and swiveled her ears to listen. "... I'm not entirely sure I understand what you mean." She confessed after a moment. "Do you mean the auctioneer?" She gestured up the street to a market square, where even here a fast paced voice was trying to sell something. "N- No. The-" Tia tried to hum along with the distracting music, and to her surprise found it incredibly easy to keep in time with the notes. Mom was silent for a moment as her ears swiveled again. "... I'm sorry sweetie but I don't know what you're talking about." she apologized. "Why not?" Tia asked with a whine. "It's so loud! How can you not hear it?!" "I don't know what to tell you sweetie, but I don't hear anything." Tia was silent for a moment before she frumped. "... Fine." She relented, keenly focusing her gaze on a brick wall on the other side of the street. "If I hear it I'll let you know Tia." Mom soothed, turning her head to give Tia a brief nuzzle. Reassured Tia, met Mom’s nuzzle. But her frown returned as the larger mare went back to walking. The singing… It was so attention grabbing! How could anypony else not hear it?! Even now as Mom walked calmly on, the music rose. Tia felt her ear twitch in irritation as Mom began to steer away from the song, making it go slightly quieter. It was when Mom took the completely wrong turn that Tia had enough! She leapt to the ground decisively, and galloped away with the impulsiveness of youth! “Tia! What’s gotten into you?! Come back here!” Mom yelled behind her. Tia ignored Mom, focusing only on getting closer to that beautiful music! She dashed past Ponies and carts alike! Squeezing through what ever she had to! One notable example was between a mare’s legs, or even disrupting a game of tag between other foals! “T- Celestia!” Mom exclaimed. “Get back here at once!” Again, Tia ignored mom. The music was practically calling Tia’s name. Things came to a head when the music came from inside a large iron banded door. Tia was about to try forcing it open when familiar warm magic wrapped around her barrel. “Gotcha!” Mom exclaimed in triumph, breathing heavily. “Little scamp!” She clutched Tia to her chest as she caught her breath. “Sun above… Now I know how my Mom felt…” “Ma’am?” Asked the strange voice of a stallion. Tia - who wasn’t struggling in Mom’s embrace looked up to see a Unicorn in golden armor, regarding her and Mom with a curious expression. “Sorry sir, my daughter here just decided to scamper off! She didn’t mean anything from trying to enter the Cathedral.” Indeed, as Tia looked around her surroundings, she was now at the base of a tall building, one who’s spire reached high above the already impressive door, carved out of intricate stone work. “Just keep your foal under control ma’am.” The Unicorn stated. “The Sun Priests are performing a delicate ritual today and shouldn’t be disturbed." “Yes sir.” Mom nodded. “Thank you for being understanding.” She continued keeping Tia clutched to her chest as she backed away. It was the next street over before Mom sat on her haunches and lifted Tia to her face. “What has gotten into you young lady?” She asked. “You know better than to run off in strange places.” “Yes’m.” Tia mumbled, throughly chastised already. Mom’s face softened. “No harm done I suppose… But I will be telling your father about this.” “Yes’m.” Tia repeated. “Now what do you have to say for yourself?” “‘M sorry…” she mumbled dejectedly. Tia wasn't sorry for running away, she was sorry for scaring Mom. Even now, those heavenly notes called to her. Mom clutched Tia to her chest again, this time in a hug. "I'm just glad you're alright..." She said softly. Tia returned the hug, clutching at the older mare's barrel with her short arms. And yet... The small filly could not help but glance longingly as she pressed her face against her mother's chest fluff, in the direction that the music was coming from, faint now... But undoubtedly present. "Alright Tia, come on up." Mom urged gently. "I want to show you how to quietly pry open barrels." "... Okay Momma..." Tia said looking up at the older mare's face. ~~~ Night found Tia laying on the hotel bed, playing with an interesting knot she had liberated from a wooden barrel that had come loose earlier that day. Mom paced the room as the sky outside drew dark. "Come on Astral... Where are you?" She muttered. Tia hummed happily, making the hunk of wood hop across the bed. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK The two Ponies froze. Tia didn't know why Mom did, but she did because she always did when somepony knocked on their room in a tavern. Mom crept towards the door on silent hooves. "Who is it?" She called. "Best student in the academy!" A familiar voice called. Mom sighed and opened the door, revealing Dad. "In your dreams." She responded, before enveloping the stallion in a hug. "Missed you ya big lug." "Missed you too." Dad said, nuzzling her shoulder. "Did you find it?" Mom asked. "No... Had to forge a few papers to get a new license." Dad replied, pulling away from the hug. "Damnit." Mom cursed, stomping a hoof. "Just a few days... Just enough to get a few rewards under my new belt." "That's dangerous Astral..." Mom warned. "Hey." Dad grinned. "It's me we're talking about." "That's precisely why I'm worried." Mom retorted. "You worry too much." Dad defended, turning towards Tia. "Oh there's my little girl!" He cooed. "Have you been a good filly today?" He asked. "Pf. No." Mom snorted. "She decided to run off and tried to get into the Cathedral." "Aw! Already looking for the good stuff! She's a natural rogue for sure!" "What's a rogue?" Tia asked innocently. Mom gave a rueful snort. "Now you've done it." She stated as she leapt onto the bed and lay next to Tia. "Have not." Dad replied, shedding his cloak and throwing it over a chair. He then joined the mares on the bed opposite Mom with Tia in the middle. "But what's a rogue?" Tia asked again. "Don't worry about it." Mom said, kissing Tia's forehead. "Just get some sleep sweetie." "But I'm not tired!" Tia protested. Mom smiled knowingly. "Hush quiet now It's time to lay your sleepy head..." She began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious. "Hush now quiet now it's time to go to bed..." Tia was out like a light. ~~~ The next day found Tia and Mom wandering the streets of the giant city again. "So Tia, was there anything you wanted to see today?" Mom asked. At first Tia was about to say something along the lines of 'I dunno', but right at that moment a few faint notes of the siren song from the day prior whispered in her ears. "Mommy? What is a cath-e-dral?" She pronounced slowly, trying to get the word right. "I should've seen that coming..." She sighed. "A cathedral is a grand building that Ponies go to worship at." "What is... Worship?" Tia asked. "That's..." Mom paused. "That's something I'll tell you when you're older." "Ah come on Momma!" Tia whined. "What is it?" "You're really taken with the Cathedral aren't you?" Mom asked, sounding tired. "Uh huh!" Tia nodded. "... Fine." Mom sighed. "We can visit the Cathedral." "Yay!" Tia cheered, bouncing in place on Mom's withers. "Ow!" Mom winced. "Could you not do that sweetie?" she asked. "Sorry Momma." Tia apologized, stopping immediately. “Thank you dear.” Mom replied. “Do you want to walk there yourself? You seem awfully excited for this.” Instead of replying, Tia hopped down and started prancing in place. “Can we go now can we go now can we go-“ “Very excited.” Mom said with an eye-roll. “Yes we can go now.” “Yay!” Tia squee'd, running in the direction the music was coming from. “Whoa! Slow down Tia! We have all day!” Mom protested as she cantered to keep up. The Cathedral was much the same as it had been the day prior, except this time the large doors were wide open and the guards allowed Ponies to enter and leave freely. “Ok Tia, remember-“ Mom said, having finally reigned in the rambunctious filly. “No running, and no shouting. You are to be on your best behavior.” “Yes Mommy!” Tia chirped. “Good, I’ll hold you to that.” Mom said sternly as she herded the small filly through the doors. The Grand Cathedral was grand indeed. A high vaulted ceiling, featuring a mosaic of a grand crème colored winged Unicorn, his wings forming a circle directly at the highest point in the ceiling. In his hooves, was a large ball of light that he was offering down to the multitude of Unicorns that rimmed the entire room. Colonnades then traveled down the walls, forming alcoves in which stained glass windows were set into the wall letting in shafts of daylight fall onto the ground below. The windows depicted various scenes that Tia had no context for, although they all prominently featured the cream colored winged Unicorn stallion. Of the floor itself, Tia couldn’t see much, as two spiral staircases rose before her, leading from a low entrance to a higher yet open floor. Tia stared up with awe at the architecture, flabbergasted that such things were even real. She even forgot for a moment the enchanting music that drew her here. “Tia?” Mom asked, already ahead and looking back at the white filly. “Are you coming?” Tia nodded and scampered to rejoin the older mare. “Those Ponies in the robes are the priests, they take care of the place.” Mom pointed out. “Watch out for the orange and yellow robes though, they tend to be… Just point them out to me if you see one.” “Okay momma.” Tia nodded, glancing around and taking everything in. Ponies of all sorts filled the Cathedral, ranging from the extreme poor who sat on various wooden benches, to Ponies like Mom who looked like they could handle themselves. The third and final sort of Pony was one that Tia had always known existed, but had never met in person before. A Pony dressed in crisp, clean, and flamboyant dress strolled past, attended by what appeared to be three personal servants. Tia however kept at her mother’s heels, making sure to keep close regardless of the angelic music that filled her ears. “Come on Tia, let’s go look at the windows.” Mom encouraged. Tia nodded, quickly catching up with the older mare. The windows were indeed magnificent, little shards of multicolored glass were arranged, forming a picture. There was that horned Unicorn flying over all the other Unicorns! And there was the same Pony! This time sitting in a throne! At his sides were more winged Unicorns! Letting the regular Unicorns bow below! The next one Tia saw... Confused her. It was a hooded Pony standing on a cliff, with their hoof pointing towards what Tia could only describe as a 'swirl'. Blue, green, and purple shards of glass formed to what Tia would call a flower, but was held high in the air, like the Sun would've. Below the hooded Pony, the winged Unicorns marched, their heads bent sorrowfully as the Unicorns looked on and wept. Her confusion only intensified as her face was suddenly filled with the dusty smell of red cloth filled her nostrils and eyes. "Aah!" She jumped, bouncing backyard in fright. The Pony she had accidentally walked into glared at her from underneath his red hooded robe. "Oh I'm so sorry Father!" Mom exclaimed, jumping between them with startling speed. "This is her first visit to the grand Cathedral! She doesn't know the proper decorum yet!" "Hmf." The red robed Pony grunted. "That is no excuse to be letting your filly be off her leash." He stated testily. "That is my fault I admit." Mom said pleadingly. "I'll be sure to watch her closer in the future..." "See that you do. If she had run into one of the cardinals, or light forbid his excellency... This conversation would be a very different one indeed." "Thank you for your kindness and benevolence!" Mom bowed deeply. "Quite... I- Say... Have I seen you before?" The robed stallion asked. Mom froze in fright. "Ha- Ahah... I don't see why you would- I'm just a merc from the outer country showing her filly the grandeur of the Light while we're in the city on Business... I have been able to visit once or twice in my years... Perhaps you have a good memory for faces? "Celestia..." Tia turned her head, surprised at the voice that sounded directly in her ear. "I thank you for the compliment madam... But I don't think that's it... I see so many Ponies a day I can't keep track of them all." Nothing. Only the rustle of a passerby's cloak several lengths away... ""Come Celestia..." Tia looked around, searching for the voice she could hear so clearly. "I guess I just have one of those sorts of faces! Everypony thinks they recognize me!" "Follow my voice..." That time the strange noise seemed to float away, swiftly disappearing amongst the bustle of Ponies. Tia walked forward. "No that's not it..." The conversation Mom was having faded out of Tia's ears as she listened for the musical voice. "From light to life..." Tia dodged Pony, focused solely on her task. "From life to death..." Tia came to a wall, which was closer than she thought. "From death... To Darkness." The voice was moving quickly to her left, along the wall. "All must one day give up their light, and return to the fires in which we all came." The voice seemed to stay still, as several red and a single orange robe fluttered past, letting a door close behind them. "But the torch must be renewed..." The voice continued, quickly fluttering between the closing door and the wall. Tia dashed quickly, narrowly getting her tail in at the last moment before it closed with a heavy thump. "The light must be reignited." The voice continued to zip strait into a dark and foreboding hallway only occasionally lined with candles. Tia huffed as she followed, her small hooves making slight clicks against the stone floor. "Yet the renewal cannot happen with the old." The voice turned, leading Tia into a dark shadow as a door opened somewhere in front of Tia, light spilling in from a window. The quiet mutterings of the passing priests dulled the voice somewhat, but it remained clear to Tia as she listened. "To make room for new growth, the garden must be trimmed." The voice murmured in Tia's ear, directing her to be quiet. "But the garden will not give up it's soil." The voice began to move again, prompting Tia into action. "From Light to life." The voice repeated, turning into a corner. Tia followed dutifully. "From Life to Death." The voice stopped, causing Tia to skid to a halt on the floor. "From Death to Darkness..." Tia didn't know why the voice had stopped, for nopony came to see Tia as she stood plainly in the open. "From Darkness..." The voice started to move again, but to Tia's amazement, it instead faded into the wall. "-Light!" Tia was confused. She had to get past this wall... But didn't see a way how. While she couldn't ordinarily open a door anyway, she could wait for somepony to open one if she needed. But this was bare wall. There wasn't even a window or tapestry. It was just wall. Tia tapped on the wall, wondering if this was one of those... Trick doors Mom and Dad sometimes talked about. She tapped a few, but grew frustrated with every tap. The voice was moving ahead! She had to hear everything! But the wall didn't open up to allow her through. Upset, the small filly began to push on the wall. "Tia!" called a voice. Tia turned to see Mom galloping down the hall, Ponies in red robes and golden suits of armor behind her. "Tia!" Mom exclaimed, all but tackling the small filly in a hug. "Momma?!" Tia shouted in surprise. "Oh I'm so glad to see you!" Mom assured Tia. "But don't you ever walk away like that again young lady!" She admonished in the next breath. "Momma I-" "You two are under arrest for violating the inner-" A guard stated, thrusting a spear in front of the mare and filly. "Enough Flame Fury." A quiet but solid voice interrupted. A mare in an orange robe approached, the crowd of Ponies clearing the path to allow her easy passage. "Can you not see this is merely a mare collecting an innocent foal?" She asked the guard, gesturing at Tia and Mom. "A foal whose only crime is doing what foals do?" "Thank you milady. Thank you-" Mom thanked the Pony in orange. "If I may ask however," The mare asked, leaning around Mom to address Tia directly. "What would excite a filly in such a dreary hall as this?" "I uh..." Tia searched, looking for an answer that didn't sound like a lie. "Chasing an imaginary friend perhaps?" The mare asked. Tia froze in astonishment. "Yes..." She said slowly, nodding her head. "I see." The mare said rather sharply. "Would the words 'From Light to Life' mean anything to you?" Tia was more astonished. "From Life to Death..." She nodded. "From Death to Darkness." The mare intoned solemnly. "From Darkness-" "Light." Tia finished. Mom glanced between the two uncertainly, utter confusion on her face. "... Um?..." She asked slowly. "Worry not dear madam." The mare explained. "There is no harm done. I would however, like to invite both of you into my sitting room for tea." "O-Oh!" Mom gasped in shock. "I'm flattered your eminence Really, But I am just a humble-" "Leave us." The mare interrupted, turning to her gold armored lackeys and her fellow priests. "Y-Your eminence?" The guard who had just been threatening Mom with a spear asked. "Are you sure that-" "I said ‘leave us”.” The mare insisted testily. “A-as you wish.” The guard stammered, he and his ilk backing away. Silence fell as the other Ponies shuffled back out if the hall. “Apologies.” The mare stated, turning back to Mom and Tia. “My name is Cardinal Morning Glory. And I’d like to discuss a few things with you.” “… Oh… kay?” Mom replied slowly. “Thank you for the offer you eminence. Really. But we need to get moving. My husband is waiting for me and-“ “Don’t lie to me Nebula Glow.” Morning Glory interrupted. Mom froze again. “Yes I know who you are.” The mare nodded. “… What do you want?” Mom asked, all pretense of friendliness gone. “From you? Nothing at all. I won’t even tell your family you’re in the city.” The mare stated with a smug smirk. “I merely wish to speak with the filly.” “… You want to speak to my three year old filly…?” Mom asked slowly. “Oh I don’t care if she’s yours or just some wretch you found on the street. By all the rules of the land, she is what she appears to be. A peasant.” Morning Glory brushed past Mom, stepping to the wall that Tia still was leaning on. “Let me help you little one.” She said to Tia, her horn glowing a rosy pink. Cluck. Tia jumped back in surprise as the wall started to move! “Whoa!” She gasped as a portion of the wall slid back to reveal a dark corridor. Morning Glory shot Mom another smug smirk. “After you.” She stated. Mom shot the mare a glare and picked Tia up. “We are leaving.” She growled. “Those words your filly spoke.” Morning Glory interjected before Mom could turn away. “Do you know what they mean?” “You know I’ve never been the greatest student in theology.” Mom muttered. “Quite. Let me explain then.” The mare said fully turning to address Mom. “Those words are ones my order consider sacred. You will not however find them in our holy books.” “Then what’s so special about them?” Mom asked. “Come in and find out.” The mare gestured into the opening in the wall. “No. You tell me here and now.” “If you insist on being difficult I can easily call the guard back. Your mother would reward the clergy for your capture.” The mare informed. “I hear she’s dying to meet you again.” Mom looked conflicted. “… Fine. But I won’t suffer any funny business.” She relented, stepping into the opening and lighting her horn. “I wouldn’t dream of it for this.” Morning Glory replied bluntly. “… What is your game Cardinal?” Mom asked warily, glancing backwards. “My ‘game’ is what it always has been Nebula.” The orange robed mare stated. “The preservation and safe keeping of the light.” “If this is some convoluted attempt to ‘convert’ me -“ “Do you want to know why your filly is attracted to this wall or not?” Morning Glory huffed. Mom put her hoof down with a clop. “Fine.” She repeated. “I’ll play along for now.” With that, Mom finally plunged into the darkness with Tia. Tia’s ears flicked as the slight echoes of hoof steps surrounded her. The next thing she knew however, was that she was in a dimly light room. Illuminated by gently glowing yellow crystals that were mounted in candlesticks. There were shelves full of books and jars full of different things that Tia recognized from various alchemy shops. The center of the room however held her attention. There were several overstuffed armchairs, all surrounding a small table and a lectern. The lectern however was the centerpiece of the room, for a gently glowing book rested on top, waiting for somepony to open. The room was stuffy, but cozy. Mom froze as she laid eyes on the book. “I-is that-?” She stammered. “It is.” Morning Glory said, sliding past Mom and Tia. She quickly busied herself with one of the cabinets. “If you would be so kind as to take a seat please.” Mom approached the nearest armchair, but did so as she expected something with teeth to jump out of the glowing book. “You and your filly are perfectly safe.” Morning Glory said appearing next to the table with a tray of over turned teacups, a plate of some sort of dry pastry, and a large sort of mug that had a bent spout reaching from it’s side. “You should know as well as I do that you need to open the cover to be in any danger.” At the mare’s side, a strange metal ball that was filled with holes now hung, which made a soft clunk as the mare sat on the opposite side of the table. “All you need to do is look away and flip the cover open for Tia and I to die.” Mom retorted. “Not today I’m afraid.” Morning Glory smiled, righting the cups and beginning to pour from the strange mug and its bent spout. A gently steaming stream of a clear brown liquid emerged from the spout and fell into the small cups. “Oh do sit down Nebula, at least act like a civilized Pony.” Mom glared at Morning Glory, but slowly sank into the chair, transferring Tia to her lap with her levitation. “What is this about?” Mom demanded when she settled. “Straight to the point then? Very well…” Morning Glory sighed. She picked up the hole filled metal ball and set it on the table. "Do you know what this is?" "It's a censer." Mom stated, rolling her eyes. "Everypony knows that." "Does your filly?" the Cardinal asked. "I- No she doesn't." Mom answered quietly. "What is it?" Tia asked, looking up at Mom. "It's-" "It's an incense burner young one." Morning Glory interrupted. "By fire we are made, and by fire we send our prayers up to the Sun." "If you're going to interrupt me explaining things to Tia, could you at least use smaller words?" Mom asked testily. "My apologies." Morning Glory amended. "We burn certain herbs in the censer so the smoke rises and takes our prayers with it." "Oh." Tia replied, slightly disappointed. "While new to my daughter, this doesn't explain why you wish to speak with her." Mom stated, growing more impatient by the moment. "Yes indeed. An excellent question." Morning Glory nodded. "There are several mixtures we use as incense. But there is one such mixture that we guard jealously." Morning Glory then produced a small velvet bag and placed it next to the censer. "While it may seem like a common incense, this mixture has a secret effect to it." The mare then opened a part of the curious metal sphere and the bag, and began to feed several pinches into the ball. "Get to the point." Mom practically growled. "It is an open secret that our order is gifted with foresight." Morning Glory continued. If she had heard Mom speak she had made no sign of it. "Ponies come to those of the cloth for advice, and we oblige... There are... Certain individuals amongst us however who are true oracles." "The point." Mom repeated, actually growling this time. "If you'd allow me to explain like a civilized Pony we would've already been done with this conversation." Morning Glory snapped. Mom looked like she was about to explode. But she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Continue then." she breathed out. "Thank you." the strange mare nodded before she continued. "How do you suppose we find such individuals?" "I'm certain you'll tell me." Mom replied bluntly. "This is where our special incense comes in." Morning Glory smiled smugly. "If I were to light this censer, you in particular Nebula would only remember the scent. From your coming of age ceremony. But for those certain few - including myself - we would see glimpses into the beyond." "... You parade this drug in front of everypony just to see if they hallucinate?!" Mom asked, disgust evident on her face. "How else would we search for those amongst us who will achieve great things for the Light?" Morning Glory asked. Mom pinched her nose in frustration but was otherwise silent. "... Presuming you aren't trying to abduct my filly, what does this have to do with Tia?" she finally asked. "Oh come now." Morning Glory rolled her eyes. "There's no need to be droll." "You lot have had a feud with my family for generations." Mom stated. "Don't deny it. Even if Tia didn't smell your incense, you'd have plenty of reason to keep her as a hostage." "I believe I already made it clear that I do not care who her mother is Nebula." The Cardinal replied coldly. "Do you know how many of my order find themselves standing before that hidden door?" she asked, pointing to the dark hallway where they had entered. "Four." She stated before Mom could reply. "Four Ponies in the thousands of years since our Lord left us. Each and every one was an oracle of great renown." She then pointed at Tia. "And now I find a mere filly of three years old pawing at our sacred wall! Do not think me to be so crass as to suggest you leave her here! You know what this city is like! Once word gets out everypony and their mistress will be wanting to have a 'helpful' word with her! I do not care what you do or where you go, all I'm asking is to make sure I'm correct in my assumption." She gestured at the censer. "... You're trying to protect her." Mom realized. "Yes." Morning Glory nodded. "Why?" Mom asked bluntly. "If you were to weasel her away from me, she would be on your coat tail." "Because of my own vision I had when I was first exposed to this mixture." Morning Glory stated. "I remember it like it was yesterday... A tiny filly who emanated light, but who I knew must remain uncorrupted by my, or anypony else's designs." The mare informed, a far away look in her eyes. She shook her head. "But I must know." she reiterated, now picking up the censer from the table and holding it forward. Mom looked between Tia and Morning Glory, uncertainty on her face. "... Alright." she relented finally after several tense moments. "But if you harm one hair on her head... I will rip you in half and your order will never see that thing again." Mom pointed- -at the glowing book on the lectern. "She will never leave your arms." Morning Glory reassured her. "I swear my life on the Element of Honesty." Mom looked the mare up and down. "... Very well." She said finally, apparently finding no deception. "Thank you." Morning Glory dipped her head in thanks. She then flicked her horn, sending a single ember into the strange ball. The mare then closed the lid, and stood up. "It will take a moment to take effect." The mare informed, gently swinging the censer back and forth. Tia watched in confusion at the adults. There was much about the conversation she didn't understand. Adults were wei- ~~~ Tia found herself in an open field, buffeted by a violent and cold breeze. She blinked in confusion. Wasn't she just in a warm and slightly stuffy secret room? How did she end up here? She didn't remember leaving... What do you see child? "I..." Tia stammered, answering the strange voice without question. "I see a..." What did she see? The wind whipped at her mane! Forcing her to squint as she looked around the strangely dark field. What do you see? Ponies... A crowd of Ponies shuffling forward! Devouring the dry grass with every step! They were so gaunt and their eyes were so maddened with hunger, that Tia saw more than a few shovel whole clumps of dirt into their mouths as they ate at the sparse grass. "I see Ponies... Ponies who are starving." Tia stated. Anything else? "No I- Wait." Tia stopped herself as the Ponies disappeared. While the wind persisted, Tia now found herself standing on a smooth stone floor, with black, white, and grey patterned tiles. Before her, lay a mare who faced away from the filly, dressed in exquisite finery that was worth more than Tia had ever seen. A golden crown lay besides her head, dull and unpolished. The mare wasn't moving. "I see a Queen, who is dead. But I don't know how..." Tia stated. Can you go further? "No I-" A mare in an orange robe approached the fallen Queen, exchanging her orange robe for a yellow one before she knelt respectfully before the corpse. The mare was startlingly familiar... "I see the Cardinal Morning Glory... Putting on a yellow robe and mourning the Queen..." Good... Good... Is there anything else? Again Tia's surroundings changed. But rather than stone, she stood in a field of snow. Ahead, a crowd of Ponies clamored. But above them all... Stood a white Unicorn with a pink mane, speaking over the crowd even as they quarreled. "I see a mare..." Tia began. But as she spoke, the Ponies before her faded away, leaving a dark void in their wake. A dark shadow of a mare stalked out of the darkness, aggressively drawing a sword as the mare's eyes gleamed in the darkness. "A shadow... Who's drawing a sword..." Tia stammered, shocked, but not horrified by this shadow despite it's disturbing nature. Again, without her input the scene shifted. But she found herself back in the desolate grass land, the thunder of hooves approaching. Tia turned to see a living tide of Ponies, angry and holding weapons of all kinds. Above them, the shadowy mare orchestrated the tide like a puppeteer. But their was no malicious glee on her face, only grim determination. "A rising tide... Controlled by the shadow..." Tia gasped. The living tide of Ponies disappeared, fading away into the ground before they drew close to Tia. In it's place however grew a mountain, dark and tall. However, it was split in half... Like a giant had taken an axe to it and split it open like a melon, causing it to leak a river of fire from it's heart. "A sundered mountain..." Tia said in awe, unable to think of another word to describe what she saw. The mountain became enveloped in a raging storm, which roared and shook with fury as it covered and swallowed the mountain. But as Tia watched, chains shot up from the shadowy mist, surrounding the storm and dragging it down into a waiting cage. "A storm brought to heel..." Tia said in wonder, her eyes reflecting the silent thrashing of angry lightning. As quickly as it came, the storm cloud shrank, now forming the shapes of two Ponies. One was the mare of shadow. The other was a faceless Pony, but one who wore the crown that was previously on the ground. The Queen was kneeling. "A humbled Queen..." Tia said quietly. A bright light pierced the darkness, drawing Tia's undivided attention. The mare was gorgeous. While her face was hidden in her own shadow, brilliant light illuminated her shape from behind. Soft pink hairs surrounded a long and brilliantly white horn, which in turn sat in front of a gleaming crown of gold, appearing perfect and almost divine on her head. The mare's white coat looked pure, spotless, and extraordinarily well groomed. The mare calmly regarded Tia, her facial features remaining utterly hidden in her sillohette. "A... A mare of Light..." Tia said in awe as she met the figure's gaze. "Who will be Queen..." ~~~ Tia jerked awake! "Huh? Where am I?!" She asked as she hysterically searched her surroundings. It was the hidden sitting room, with it's soft crystal lights and dusty books. Morning Glory had taken a seat, her mouth wide open in shock. "What happened?" Tia asked, now calming down when she felt the familiar warmth of Mom behind her. Mom's face matched that of Morning Glory's. "What?" Tia asked. "Why are you staring at me?" "Uh... Ahem!" Morning Glory cleared her throat with a cough. "Tia was it?" She asked, "Y-Yes...?" Tia responded uncertainly. "How... How clear was your vision? How 'real' was it?" She asked. Tia took a moment to remember what was going on. "Oh. Oh right!" She said excitedly. But then she remembered the exact shocking experience, causing her ears to droop. "It was... It was like I was there..." She muttered quietly. "Hm." Morning Glory hummed, before sliding the plate of dry cakes towards her. "Here. I believe you may need some cheering up little one." Tia looked up at Mom to see if it was fine. Mom only had eyes for Morning Glory. "What was that?!" She all but shouted. "I thought you said it would be harmless!" Morning Glory jumped at the sudden noise. "I'm as surprised as you are!" She defended herself. "Everypony else sees one maybe two things! I didn't think we'd be getting a whole prophecy!" "Momma, what's a prophecy?" Tia asked, quickly grabbing one of the cakes but not eating it. Just in case Mom said no. "Don't worry about it honey." Mom replied, sparing Tia a quick glance before she rounded on the orange robed mare again. "I don't care what it is! You're very lucky she doesn't seem hurt!" Tia quickly shoved the cake in her mouth while Mom wasn't looking. It was the best thing she had ever tasted. She wasted no time grabbing another. "Look I'm a mare of my word!" Morning Glory said, standing up and standing aside to lead them away. "Not a hair on her head! She's yours to do what you wish with!" "You're damn right I'll be doing what I want!" Mom exclaimed, standing up as well and rearranging Tia so she was once again on her withers. Tia's horn sparked, and the plate of cakes became enveloped in a cheery yellow glow. "I am going to leave! I am going to go find my husband! And we are all going to leave and never darken your doorstep again! But I swear to the Sun, if you try to push any of this 'prophecy' shit on us I will be very willing to put everypony who you send to the torch!" Mom exclaimed angrily, brushing past Morning Glory, but not before rudely smacking the Cardinal's nose with her tail. The plate of cake followed, still held firmly in Tia's newfound magic. Her hooves were moving rapidly, shoving the delicious cake into her champing mouth. "I don't need to Nebula! Nopony escapes fate! Not you! Not me! And not whatever is in store for your daughter!" Mom didn't reply, instead she huffed and marched quickly through the dark hallway. Her horn sparked, and a crack of light appeared before her as she stomped forward. Once more Tia found herself in the hallway that started this all, now seeming bright and airy compared to the stuffy room they were just in. Tia didn't dare drop the plate of cakes. Mom continued heedless of the red robed priests happening to pass by, almost pushing one over as said Pony didn't get out of the way fast enough. Mom continued her angry march all the way to the initial door, which she tore open with a snort. The gold clad guard on the other side of the door jumped in surprise at the sudden disturbance. He stared wide eyed and mouth agape at Mom. "What?" Mom asked irritably, steam coming out of her nose. "N-Nothing Ma'am!" The guard saluted. "Good." Mom growled before she once more began her march. The crowd split before her, unwilling to irritate the mare who had so easily cowed on of Unicornia's finest. Before Tia knew it, the Grand double doors to the Cathedral itself slammed shut behind her. It wasn't until she had joined a crowd of passerby and the Cathedral disappeared out of sight before she breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew..." She sighed, wiping her brow with the back of her hoof. She then sat on her haunches and levitated Tia into her hooves to hold the filly. "Are you alright Tia? You're not hurt are you?" she asked tenderly. "Cake!" Tia chirped, holding up the now empty plate. Mom's gaze drifted down to Tia's now bulging belly. "... Oh your father's going to kill me..." She sighed. ~~~ Tia stood in darkness. But she wasn't afraid. Mostly because it wasn't total darkness. Above her, the golden Sun and a silver orb circled each other. Perfectly in balance. It made Tia's heart happy beyond words to see this, although she couldn't explain why. But she did find herself giggling at the display. But it wasn't to last. The silver orb flickered before it fell, landing a few lengths away from Tia. Confused, Tia looked between the now dull orb and the golden one up above. She cocked her head in confusion before she got to her hooves and approached the dull orb. "Hey!" She squeaked. "Hey you're supposed to be up there!" She admonished the orb as she walked closer. It was only when she drew within a single length did Tia hear the orb sniffling. She stopped in surprise. Since when did orbs sniffle? "Hey... Are you alright? Why are you crying?" Tia asked, approaching slowly. And suddenly the dull orb wasn't an orb, it was a Pony who lifted her head, and her coat was no longer grey, but jet black. The mare rounded on Tia so fast that the filly could barely blink before the mare was in her face! The shadow's teeth were sharp like a wolf's, her mouth twisted into a furious snarl. Her eyes were a blazing teal, burning with utter hatred. I WILL END YOU CELESTIA! ~~~ "Gah!" Tia exclaimed as she sat up. "Hm? What's wrong sweetie?" Mom asked, jolting at Tia's sudden movement. Tia's heart hammered in her chest as she came to the present. It was the next morning... She was in the inn her family had been staying in these past few nights... All was well. But that didn't stop her heart from running it's race. "I... Nothing." Tia stammered. "Bad dream." "Do you want to talk about it?" Mom asked. "Do I have to?" Tia asked timidly. Mom looked like she was about to reply when somepony chose that moment to knock at the door. Mom held a hoof to her lips to indicate Tia should be quiet, but Tia found herself shutting up regardless. Cautiously Mom approached the door. "Who is it?" She called innocently when she reached the door. "Husband to the second best student at the academy!" Came the cheerful voice of Dad. Mom rolled her eyes but undid the locks anyway. The door opened to reveal the tired, but smiling form of Dad. "Did you get it?" Mom asked. "Got it!" Dad replied with an excited nod. "Just like we thought!" "Oh thank the Sun..." Mom sighed, pulling him inside and relocking the door. "You'll never guess what happened yesterday." She continued. "Depends." Dad replied. "What hornets nest did you still your nose into this time?" "I didn't do anything." Mom said, before she produced Tia's former cake plate. "But Tia here is definitely going to be a rogue." "Whaaaat?" Dad asked dramatically, taking the plate from Mom and examining it. "This is one of the Cathedral's! How'd she manage that?" He asked, looking at Tia who was still gathering her bearings. "That's were the hornets nest comes in..." Mom admitted pulling Dad down to sit on the bed. "Tia wanted to go to the Cathedral... Y'know to see the building." Dad nodded in understanding. "Turns out... Tia here is... I don't know how to say it... Like an Oracle or something? A really damn good one at that." Mom stated. "... So how-?" Dad asked, holding the fancy plate up. "She got that because the Cardinal we were talking to gave her an entire plate of oat cakes for what she went through as an apology... She just didn't return the plate as the Cardinal and I were arguing out the door." "What'd she go through?" Dad asked, the plate drooping in his grasp. "She gave a full prophecy. The real deal kind." Mom insisted. "Was it about-?" Dad gestured between him and Mom. "No I don't think so." Mom shook her head. "But you know how those get, vague and cryptic and all that. She was going on about shadows and dying Queens and goodness knows what else." "That's certainly a damper on our plans..." Dad said quietly. "Yeah... I can't imagine the big guy dying without one of those big deal sort of prophecies." Mom nodded before scooting back to sit comfortably on the bed. "... We don't have to kill him." Dad said after a moment. "What are you on about? Of course we do! That's what the bounty is for!" "It isn't actually! I saw the sheet as plain as day! Any information at all is worth it's weight in adamantium!" Dad said excitedly. "All we gotta do, is poke around, see what we find, and come back. Damn near nothing is known about him, so it's a literal gold mine waiting for the first prospector!" "It's dangerous and you know it!" Mom replied. "While a bounty that big and nothing is known about him? Hello? That means every poor sap who's found the edge of his influence has been squashed!" "Oh come on, we're two of the best mages around!" Dad rebutted. "We can deal with a few minions at the edges!" "I'm not worried about us!" Mom replied. "I'm worried about her." She gestured with her head at Tia, who was watching with interest, but unknowing of what they were talking about. "Okay. Not a problem." Dad replied with a nod. "You take Tia to our place in Queensford, lay low for now. I'll go start an early investigation. It'll be easier for me to travel and get in and out if we don't have to watch both our backs and for our filly." Mom looked between him and Tia. "Ugh... Damnit. I don't like it, but you're right." She groaned, putting her head in her hooves. "I hate it when you're right..." "Look on the bright side." Dad replied with a smirk. "It's early spring, you'll have all Summer to get settled in for the long haul, and if I'm quick I can be back in your arms before Autumn." "I'm holding you to that." Mom said, perking up and pointing a hoof in Dad's face. "If you don't I'll-" "You'll what?" Dad smirked. "Hug me and love me even more?" "Sun above I hate you sometimes." "Love you too dear." Dad replied, leaning over and laying a gentle kiss on Mom's forehead. The two held each other for a moment. "... So do you wanna sell this to the barkeep downstairs? I doubt he's ever set hoof in the Cathedral and may not know where it came from." "I knew I loved you for a reason." Mom replied with a giggle.

Nephilinae

563235

Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

Before the Sun

Once apon a time, in a far away land, there lived a Unicorn filly named Celestia...

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<p>Long before their ever was a 'Princess Celestia', there was a land of strife, famine, and two tiny fillies in a forgotten village on the edge of the untamed wilds.</p><p>Side story to 'By the Moon', and prequel to the upcoming 'By the Sun'.</p><p>Written in Celebration of my 10 year anniversary on FIMfic!</p><p>Updates will be sporadic. <img alt=":twilightsheepish:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsheepish.png"/></p>

mature

2024-08-22T04:25:23+00:00

2024-08-22T10:50:44+00:00

~~~ It had been nine Moons since Tia and Mom had come back to Queensford. The most boring place ever in Tia's opinion. There were no interesting Ponies to watch. There were barely any other foals to play with... The closest being the twins two years younger than she... And she wasn't allowed to wander the woods around the incredibly tiny village. It was just straight plain old boring. It was even worse now because Winter had set in, leaving little to do but huddle next to Mom and the fire as the days wore by. Everytime Tia complained about being bored, Mom would snort and say: "Not for much longer I'm afraid." Tia didn't know what that meant. When she asked Mom what that meant, she would only pat her belly. "You'll see." she said cryptically. The only plus side was she was allowed to get as close to Mom as she could under the blankets. But that happened every year during the winter. The only difference was the lack of a warm Dad on her other side. And that was clearly a change for the worse. Even worse, everytime Tia asked about him, Mom would get this really strange look. “D-don’t worry about it.” She’d say. And then later, Tia would get woken up by the sounds and shaking of Mom sobbing into a spare blanket. She stopped asking that question after the third time. Mom didn’t move much, even before Autumn set in. Tia didn’t notice it at first. But now that she had little to do, she couldn’t help but pay attention. Mom’s belly was getting huge. She looked like a somepony had stuck legs and a pony head on a violet pumpkin. Ponies kept saying she was pregnant, but that only confused Tia more. When she asked Mom, she’d sniffle and reply: “You’re going to have a sibling.” But that didn’t make sense either! How could a brother or sister come out of a Pony?! To Tia’s knowledge only poop and pee came out of a Pony, and those tended to be very poor siblings. It was evening when Mom suddenly grunted in surprise one day. Tia could barely hear her over the howling wind between the ramshackle sticks and dry mud. “Tia…?” Mom called, sounding sick. “What’s wrong Mommy?” Tia asked, cocking her head and ears. “Tia… I need you to go to Warm Hovel’s… Tell her ‘it’s time’… She’ll know what to do. Listen to whatever she says.” Mom gasped, seeming to fight herself. “Mom?” Tia asked. “NOW.” Mom groaned suddenly. Tia jumped back in fright, unused to seeing Mom snap at her. “O-okay!” Tia stammered, quickly getting from out under the threadbare blanket and dashing for the door, where slightly warmer cloaks hung from a hook. She quickly pulled hers down and bundled herself up as best as she could. “Grrrh!” Mom groaned behind her. Tia bundled herself up as fast as she could. She was out the door in a flash. While the meager hut they lived in offered some protection from the cold, it did nothing for Tia as she fully stepped into the rushing wind. Night had fallen, but still Tia could see the flurry of snow between the glow of other fires in other huts. The thought that she was alone and outside during the most dangerous time of the day made itself known to the filly… But she pushed past it and took her first steps in the gathering snow. “Miss Hovel!” Tia shouted, pushing her way through the weather as quickly as she could. “Miss Hovel!” Warm Hovel’s hovel was not far, in fact ahead of Tia, a door opened to reveal the face of the very mare she sought. “Tia! Whatever is the matter?” She asked, concern and worry creasing her face. Tia huddled against the mare as she tried to regain the warmth she had lost even in that breif stint in the blizzard. “Is your mother alright Tia?” Warm Hovel asked. Tia nodded. “She- She said you’d know what to do…” Tia managed to say through chattering teeth. “I see.” The larger mare stated evenly. “Come in and stay the night next to our fire.” She ushered Tia inside, quickly depositing the filly next to a roaring fire. “T-thank y-you…” Tia said, still shivering. “Dear!” Warm Hovel called, addressing her husband Torchlight as he looked from across the fire. “It’s time for Nebula. Keep this one safe for the night. I’ll be back come morning.” She informed. “Aye marm.” The stallion nodded. Before Tia could glance back at the mare, the door had closed, and Warm Hovel was gone. "W-What's happening?" Tia asked, warming up but still cold. Torchwood fixed Tia a long unreadable look. "... I'm not sure it's my place to tell you." He said at long last. "It'd be best if you tried to get a good night's sleep little one." Tia wanted to protest, but Torchwood's daughter - Firelight - a filly of eight beat her to the punch. "Oh come on Dad. She's gonna figure it out eventually. Just tell her now!" the other filly snorted. "It's not our place." Torchwood insisted, chiding his daughter. "I won't be saying anything, and I better not be catching you saying anything either young lady. It's Nebula's decision and I will be abiding by it." The conversation died away as Firelight grumbled. Tia however could not bring herself to fall asleep. Instead she held her ratty cloak tight and stared into the roaring fire. Outside, the faint voices of Ponies shouting across the village reached Tia's ears, but the words were hard to make out against the gale wind. Conversation was light inside the hovel as the minutes became hours however. Whispered mostly between Torchwood and Firelight. They sometimes tried to bring Tia into the conversation, but Tia wasn't paying enough attention to answer more than 'yes', 'no', and 'I dunno'. Instead her ears were trained on the foreign hut's door, hoping beyond hope that Warm Hovel would return and tell Tia she could go back home, and that everything was alright. The only thing that answered was the howling wind, which sounded disturbingly like a chorus of ghosts in the night. Singing their lamenting praises in a rising tide of noise. She must've dozed off for a time, for she found herself jumping at the voice of Warm Hovel, already returned and speaking with her husband. "Oh never mind. I guess she's awake." The mare stated as she saw Tia. "Huh?" Tia asked, sounding tired to her own ears. "Did you want to go home Tia?" Warm Hovel asked. "Your Mom's got a surprise for you." "W-hat kind -f surprise?" Tia asked. "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." Warm Hovel smiled. "Did you want to spend the rest of the night at home?" "Plz." Tia nodded. "Up you come then little one." the mare smiled, walking to Tia's side and gently helping her rise to her hooves. The next thing Tia knew, she was trudging through the snow again. But this time, the wind was not nearly so violent, and the red Moon shone above, illuminating the snow covered village as if it were day. The cold shocked Tia into wakefulness, although she still wanted to cuddle into Mom's side and fall asleep. As she and Warm Hovel approached home, several more of the village's mares shuffled out of the hut, looking tired and ready for bed themselves. None of them paid Tia any mind as they passed. Warm Hovel opened and held the door open for Tia. "Th'k yoo..." Tia muttered as she passed the threshold. The smell slapped Tia awake once again, the hut now smelling of sweat and something Tia couldn't identify. There were still several mares in the hut, but Mom herself lay where Tia had left her. The other mares looked freshly woken compared to the tiredness that lined Mom's face as she held a bundle in her forehooves. But despite that, she was smiling. "Tia..." She sighed, exhaustion tainting her voice. "Come here... Come meet your sister." she said with a dreamy sigh, slightly opening the bundle of blankets for Tia to observe. Tia didn't know what the feeling was that settled in her stomach as she approached, but she kept calm as she peered down when she got close enough to see. Bright blue eyes peered up at Tia from the bundle. Small dark blue hooves waved in the air, reaching for things unknown to Tia. A happy gurgle tickled Tia's ears. "This is your sister, Luna." Mom smiled. The shadow that haunted Tia's dreams had been born.

Chrome Masquerade

563239

Main 6,Other,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Lucky Leaves

An encounter with a certain blue flower causes a Pony's luck to change...

incomplete

<p>Clover has always been klutzy, un-charismaticironically unlucky and thus -by extension - has a hard time trying new things. </p><p>When taking a stroll through a nearby forest, to smell the flowers around there, her nosing around pays off in a big way.</p><p>Her luck starts to turn... for the better! But will she get to ejoy where life takes her from there?</p><hr/><p>Gen 2 Ponies in Gen 4!<br/>Tags will be edited as necessary.</p>

teen

2024-08-15T07:16:10+00:00

2024-08-19T04:28:48+00:00

Clover Leaf was not having what one might call the best of days. (Orchid coloured Earth Pony with a bubblegum pink mane and tail. Cutie Mark of a four-leaf clover.(1)) Ironically, she had never been a very lucky pony. In fact, quite the opposite. When she danced, she'd inevitably trip over her own hooves. When she tried to do something new,she'd conszistently make a fool of herself. She was also able to skate to some extent, but only with her friends' support. She was often told that she had three left hooves. Humiliating wasn't adequate to describe it. But for the most part, she took it in stride. "it's just my luck, I guess." became her catchphrase. However, her marks in school were above average, so there was that. In fact, she loved school. Aside from Phys Ed, none of the things she had to do were athletic or involved luck. She could do that without worrying about making mistakes much. Mollifying, at least, but hardly an ideal situation. After graduating, she and her friends decided to move to Ponyville. It was about the size of the town they were used to, and the six of them had moved to stay there together. As it happened,Bon Bon (one of their other friends) was living there already, so the decision was a no-brainer, really. With six young mares under one roof, bills were hardly an issue, their ""neighbors"" were pleasant, and often helpful. Starlight and Melody went to start a career together, so make that four young mares under one roof. Anyway, at the time, after her most recent muck-up -slipping on a dropped cloth and sliding far enough that she got soaked with water. (she was attacked by the puddle. really!) she'd decided to take a walk and see what kind of flowers she could see. And smell, too. That was half of the fun and always helped to relax her.. As she walked along, she made note of the different plants and animals nearby. "Hmm... wild snapdragons?" she stopped to sniff at some of the herb. After that, she decided that she was feeling peckish and ate one. She sighed in satisfavtion. "Mmm. Persimmon, maybe?" She poured some of her magic into the earth (a trick taught to her by a couple of the locals). That plant would regrow that soon enough. On she went, noting, smelling -and occasionally eating- the flowers she passed by, she noticed a plant that nopony had mentioned before. The flowers were blue. Vibrantly so. "I'll have to make a note of that." she said, doing just that. Coming closer, she sniffed at one of the flowers. It had no smell at all. That startled her momentarily. "Huh. How odd." Selecting a different one, she sniffed again. This one smelled oddly like banana cream pie. "Hmm." She sniffed all of the flowers, sure enough, each gave a different smell. One of rubber, one of fresh water. One of fizzy water. It was like the plant was toying with her or something. Given that, she thought that it might not be wise to eat any. Satisfied immensely, she went to move on. Only to be knocked out of her thoughts as an overpowering stench filled the air. "Bleugh! Smells like rotting wood and... decay?" Then she heard a growl. Turning swiftly, she came face to face with a Timberwolf. One eye twitched as she backed away with fear. 'Timberwolf; predator; territorial; extremely aggressive; VERY dangerous. Seem to particularly dislike Ponies. Avoid if at all possible!' Having compiled her thoughts, she bolted, attempting to set a new land speed record while not crashing into any trees. "SOMEPONY HELP MEEEEEEE!!!/b[]" she exclaimed as the wooden wolf gave chase. Unfortunately, she lost track of how far she'd gone off the beaten path. Now she had no idea where she was. She also remembered that it was mating season for Timberwolves. "Just my luck that I'd pick today of all times!" Clover bemoaned. At one point, her egress hit a snag. She came to a split pahtway. Her moment of indecision allowed the 'Wolf to catch up, lunging at her. Just as it lunged, she ducked in fear. The wolf overshot and crashed into -and collapsed- a tree, blocking off the left path. "Welp! That makes the decision easier." With that, she continued to gallop because her life depended on it. The 'Wolf was hot on her heels shortly thereafter, trying time and again to kill her. Yet somehow, whenever the 'Wolf thought it had her, something funny would happen. The Timberwolf would slip or crash into another tree or something, She would have thought that these things were probably what would happen to HER if anypony. But she chose not to look askance. As she was close to exiting the forest, another of the ligneous lupines managed to get ahead and block her path. As she realized this, however, time seemed to slow down for her. Something within told her that she'd need to feint and then go the other way, then kick off of a tree and continue running. That brought her up short. 'WHAT!? I can't do that! With my level of dex-' 'Just. Do it.' It would be difficult. It would require perfect timing. But it was possible. Clover gulped. As things returned to normal speed, she made a pass at going left, which the wolf tried for, but then she immediately rolled through the attack, coming to the other side. The wolf nipped at her hooves, but she avoided that, took three steps up the trunk of a tree, backflipped and came down with all four hooves on the Timberwolf's head, just as the first one undershot, landing on the other 'Wolf and launching Clover forward. Again, being thankful for the opportunity, she made her escape, two dazen and confused piles of wood behind her. She didn't stop running until she was well into Ponyville's safe zone. Oddly, she didn't stumble at all. As she came to a stop, panting for breath, her legs wobbled before she collapsed from the exertion. One of her friends was nearby, who trotted up to Clover's side. This was Sweetheart; (White Earth Pony; fuchsia mane and tail; Cutie Mark of a large pink heart surrounded by smaller golden ones(1)) Sweetheart was, of course, concerned about her friend. "Clover! Are you alright?" Clover smiled, tiredly. Finally, a face that she was glad to see. "I-I-I'm okay. Sweetheart. Th-thanks for asking." she tried to get up, but her legs started wobbling again. The combination of exhaustion and the adrenaline rush dying down, she was barely able to stand. Fortunately, Sweetheart was quick to support her. "Easy there, Clover. What happened?" "Well, I was walking through the forest, checking out the flowers. You know that always makes me feel at peace." "Yeah. But there's more than that, I'm sure." "Well, I think I lost track of where I was going and... wandered into the Everfree forest. I got chased our by a couple of the... locals." "Locals?" "Timberwolves, specifically. I barely escaped with my life! I just kept running until I got to here. I couldn't run any further." "However do you end up in such situations, Clover?" "It's just my luck, I guess." Clover said, looking downcast. Sweetheart snorted lightly. "Don't say that. You managed to get out of that situation unscathed." "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Sweetheart. It just... hasn't been the best of days for me." "You know, you should relax and let loose a bit. Fortunately," she said, adding emphasis to the last word, "We've been invited to a party that's happening soon. We were never told what for, though. From nearby there was a gasp. In an instant, a certain pink mare was standing before them. Clover was startled enough that she couldn't think of what to say.. "Uh..." "Oh. We never met before, did we? *Ahem* Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! My right hock was tingly and my ears were floppy, so that could only meeeean: You're new in town and that meant that I needed to throw a party for you because i do that for EVERYPONY when they move in, which reminds meee..." From out of seemingly nowhere, she pulled in a strange musical-looking device. As she was abot to start it up, a voice rang out from behind (and slightly above) the two other Earth mares. "Pinkie? They look kind of tired out. Think you can forgo the Welcome Wagon this time?" "What? Are you sure, Rainbow Dash?" Pinkie called upward. Clover and Sweetheart looked up too, seeing a blue Pegasus lying on a cloud "Positive. It looks like that one especially has had a rough day." she said, pointing at Clover. "Maybe some cake would help? Like at the party?" "Great idea, RD!" Pinkie said, before she was gone, leaving a puff of dust in her shape. Sweetheart poked at it curiously, and the dust cloud exploded into confetti. Rainbow Dash snickered. "Ponyville Rule 1: It's Pinkie Pie. Don't question it. Others have tried to figure her out; all have failed." "We'll remember that." Sweetheart said, still staring in the direction that Pinkie went. The newcomer backflipped off of the cloud she was on, kicked it to disperse it and did a three-point landing, also producing a small amount of electricity that spread across the cobblestones (about half a meter in all directions). "Name's Rainbow Dash. Nice ta meetcha." Clover winced. "I hear that's really hard on the carpus." Rainbow Dash waved that off. "Naaaah. Pegasi are tough as rocks." A new voice said, "Jus' 'bout as smart, too." Clover and Sweetheart had to stifle a snicker at that, as Rainbow Dash glared at the new newcomer. "Ap-ple-jack! You know that isn't fair to say. We all have our strong suits, after all." "Sorry, Rarity. And Ah was just pullin' yer leg, Dash. No hard feelins'?" Applejack said, offering one hoof. Rainbow Dash smiled and bumped hooves with the orange mare. "I was just playing at being offended. Besides, I know a few Pegasi who are practically all muscle and no brain, so..." Just then, three more mares stepped onto the scene. Bright Eyes (cyan coated unicorn; Red glasses; orange mane/tail, Cutie Mark of a checklist(2)) and Patch (beige Earth Pony; red mane/tail, Cutie Mark of a clothing patch(1)). With them was a yellow Pegasus with a pink mane. "Bright Eyes! Patch!" Sweetheart greeted, "Who's this, with you?" Patch was the one to answer. "Oh, this is Fluttershy. We were on the way to this party that we'd heard about and met up with her along the way. She REALLY knows a lot about animals!" Applejack chuckled. "Heh. Looks like the gang's all here." "Except for Twilight." Rainbow Dash put in. "Where the hay is that mare?" "Knowin' her, with her nose in a book. Mebbe sleepin'. Or both." Everypony chuckled at that. "Anyway," Sweetheart began, "We have a party to get to, don't we?" All were in agreement and they went for Sugarcube Corner. Upon entering the building, they could see that it was dark. Suddenly a light went on. "SURPRIIIISE!" a chorus of Ponies said in unison. Pinkie was the first to greet them. "Were you surprised?" Bright eyes rolled her eyes. "Pinkie, it kind of isn't much of a surprise party if everypony already knows about it. Startled, sure, but not surprised." Clover mumbled, tiredly, "I was kind of surprised." The mares looked around the room. It was festooned with party decorations, a long table held all sorts of confections, piled high on large plates. Also set up were a few games, like Pin the Tail on the Pony, Bingo and darts, among others. An exclamation mark appeared over Pinkie's head. "Oh! Free drinks too. What'll it be?" Patch was the first to answer. "Maybe... a strawberry shake?" Bright eyes nodded. "Plum for me." "Hmm... Apple?" Sweetheart put in. "Is there anything minty?" Clover asked. "Strawberry, plum, apple and mint chocolate shakes, on the way!" And with that, the pink mare was gone, leavomg another dust cloud. When Patch poked it, it too exploded into confetti. Clover said, "I'm sensing a running gag." rolling her eyes. Shortly thereafter, Clover was relating her tale to her friends. As she mentioned the plants that she saw, Bright Eyes took a book on the local wildlife out of her saddlebag.."I knew this would be useful." she said, proudly. As Clover mentioned each plant she encountered, Bright Eyes helpfully flipped to the entry on that plant. When she came to a certain entry, however... "Poison... Joke?" Clover queried. "I saw those too. Each of the flowers smelled different. Like it was toying with me, or something." "Did you eat any of them?" Sweetheart asked. "Nah, I got the feeling that they wouldn't taste very good anyway. But after that, I was attacked by a Timberwolf. I ran as fast as I could... and it kept overshooting me." "However did you get out of that mess?" "I was getting to that. That's the strange part. When I was about to leave the forest, another 'Wolf blocked my path! But something told me that if I feinted, rolled, ran up a tree and backflipped, I could survive. I think I gave the wolf a serious headache too." All four snickered at this, as Pinkie refilled their glasses (which they made sure to thanbk her for). "How did you manage THAT?" Patch asked. Clover looked downccast. "I don't know." "I think it's your Joke." Bright Eyes opined, taking another sip. "Huh?" the three other mares queried in unison. "Look at this;" Bright Eyes flipped back to the entry on Poison Joke. ""Poison Joke isn't considered dangerous, but is still worth avoiding due to the multitude of effects it can have upon the victim. Mainly, the overall effect is that an ironic effect will happen to someone, depending on the person. Something with blue spots appearing on the victim's body, if the affected trait is physical." I think your Joke is beneficial to you instead of detrimental. Your luck and grace have improved immensely." "Really?" Clover asked, warily. Just then, somepony who was juggling lost control of all of the balls. Suddenly, they were flying toward Clover! 'Just my luck Is there a target on me?!!' she thought. Oddly, though, she managed to catch all of the balls, one by one. She was able to juggle six balls at once for ten seconds, before tossing them back to the juggler who had dropped them. He caught all except for one, which landed squarely on his head. "See? It also seems to bring misfortune to those who wrong you. Maybe tomorrow we'll run some tests." For the nonce, they decided to enjoy the party. Relaxing first; Science could wait. Unnoticed by anyone was that her Cutie Mark had shiftedfrom a four-leaf clover to a six-leaf clover, with a blue stem and outline.

Chrome Masquerade

563239

Main 6,Other,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Lucky Leaves

An encounter with a certain blue flower causes a Pony's luck to change...

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<p>Clover has always been klutzy, un-charismaticironically unlucky and thus -by extension - has a hard time trying new things. </p><p>When taking a stroll through a nearby forest, to smell the flowers around there, her nosing around pays off in a big way.</p><p>Her luck starts to turn... for the better! But will she get to ejoy where life takes her from there?</p><hr/><p>Gen 2 Ponies in Gen 4!<br/>Tags will be edited as necessary.</p>

teen

2024-08-18T02:37:37+00:00

2024-08-19T04:35:58+00:00

Still at the party, Clover, having recovered from her earlier altercation, was naturally encouraged to play some party games. First being the Pin the Tail on the Pony game. When it was her turn, she was sent spinning, but stopped on a dime. She took a few steps forward and was about to place the tail... But something told her to adjust her aim juuuuust slightly to her left. When she placed it, there was a dramatic gasp, as for everypony else. By this point the watchers were just having fun doing so. She backed away a couple of steps and there was a round of applause. Taking off her blindfold, she saw that she had placed the tail exactly in the proper spot. Pinkie Pie was hopping up and down, as was her wont. "Wow-ee!" She exclaimed. I don't know if I ever saw anypony get it that close before! That earns you a take-out pie, you know. But not right now. Next up is the pinâta. Some Ponies have already taken a whack at it." She was led/pushed over to the right spot. Bright Eyes mumbled, "It definitely enhanced her grace." Clover looked at the pinâta and tilted her head one way, then the other. then came the blindfold. Again, she got spun around, but was able to stop quickly enough that she was pretty sure she left a mark in the floor. Taking a few steps, she took aim... Then felt slightly less pressure in the area all of a sudden. Between her teeth, she said, "Okay. Bring it back down." There were chuckles from the watchers at that. Clover took aim once more. With one swing, she hit the sweet spot on her target, which exploded in a shower of candy, much to the delight of the foals (and some of the adult Ponies too). Clover's friends were sure to grab a few too, before there were none left. Feeling excited herself now, Clover asked, "Okay! What's next?" "Twister!" Clover paled slightly at that. She gulped. 'I sincerely hope my luck holds out." The Pony version of Twister, as you might imagine, is a touch different from the version played on Earth. "Left hoof on red!" Clover scanned for the correct spot and placed her front-left hoof on the red spot accordingly. Easy enough. "Right hoof; Square!" She saw an appropriate spot and placed her back-right hoof there. A bit more difficult. Nopony else was out yet either. The next instruction... "WILD~! Flip positions!" That one surprised Clover, actually. Enough that she jumped. Literally. She turned over in midair and landed with the same two hooves, but the other way around. Her friends clapped for her. "You got this, Clover!" Patch called out. "Left hoof on white!" Clover moved accordingly as two other players lost their balance. "Lily Valley and Roseluck are out. Next. Right hoof on blue!" Another move, another player lost. "Right on green!" This was a bit harder. By this point she was stretched pretty far. The only players left were herself and Blossomforth. After two more moves, she collapsed too, leaving Blossomforth as the winner. "Sorry, girls." Clover said, pausing to take a couple of breaths. "Apparently luck doesn't extend to... Stamina." "There is nothing to be sorry about, Clover." Sweetheart said. "And besides," Patch added, "Blossomforth teaches a Yoga class. She wins at that most of the time, anyway." "You did really well." Bright Eyes agreed. "I think I'm partied out for the night." Clover said. "Can we just go home for now?" Pinkie Pie, of course, sent them home with some of the treats that hadn't been eaten yet. And the pie that Clover had won (the flavour was a surprise, she said). And one of the cakes. Quite pleased with how things had turned out, the four friends returned home.

Mockingbirb

563250

Other,Princess Cadance,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Shining Armor,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Shining Armor's Impossible Decision (The Fury of Alicorns Scorned)

Discord lures three alicorn mares into competing for a unique prize. When two mares lose, they'll blame the contest judge: Shining Armor.

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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>Discord lures three alicorn mares into competing for a unique prize. When two mares lose, they'll blame the contest judge: Shining Armor.</p><p><span class="spoiler"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judgement_of_Paris" rel="nofollow">(Loosely!) based on Greek mythology (The Judgement of Paris)</a> </span><br/><img alt=":twilightsmile:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsmile.png"/> <img alt=":trollestia:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/trollestia.png"/></p><hr/><p>_{<a href="/blog/953175/mockingbirb-made-a-cover-image-by-editing-one-or-multiple-screencaps-from-my-little-pony-and-or-related-videos-or-mlp-comics" rel="nofollow">(Cover image source: I edited an MLP:FiM screencap)</a>}</p></div>

teen

2024-08-11T22:27:12+00:00

2024-08-11T23:01:44+00:00

In a sculpture garden near Canterlot Palace, three alicorn mares sat around a table, eating breakfast. Not far from the trio stood a statue of a preposterous monster: part dragon, part pony, and other parts whose origins no pony could even guess. Beside the statue, a fruit fell from a tree, and bounced towards the alicorns. "What's this?" wondered the eldest and tallest alicorn, a mare whose flanks gleamed alabaster bright in the sun. "Oh, an apple." The second eldest, an alicorn with a midnight blue coat, and night-dark mane glittering with countless tiny stars, levitated the apple onto the table. She sniffed. "It's almost ripe, but not quite. One more day, I think, and it shall taste absolutely perfect. Even though the skin is flawed." The third alicorn, the youngest and by far the pinkest of the three, squinted at the apple. "Those aren't flaws. Those are writing. There's a message." The eldest spun the apple, and read aloud. "'For the most beautiful princess of all.'" The second eldest alicorn narrowed her eyes. "OH no." The alabaster alicorn smiled. "We need not squabble. We need only choose an impartial judge, to adjucate who receives this apple." She raised one foreleg, to wave at a passing guard wearing full armor. "Yoo-hoo! Royal guardspony, your princess calls!" The armored stallion smiled nervously. "Yes, your highness?" The eldest alicorn floated the fruit in front of the guard's helmet visor. "As you see, we have a little problem. One fruit, one inscription upon it, three mares. My loyal guard captain, whoever should receive this prize?" Luna scowled. "He is not simply YOUR guard captain. Celestia, you and I rule Canterlot side by side. The guardspony is as much MINE as YOURS. If you say otherwise, you abrogate the treaty of peace between us." The third alicorn giggled. "I would never want to disrespect my elders. Princess Celestia HERSELF officially declared ME the alicorn Princess of Love. I would not want anypony questioning Celestia's own judgement. So this stallion must judge ME the most beautiful." Celestia gave Cadance a tight lipped smile. "Have you ever considered, my little ADOPTED niece--" "Cease this senseless bickering!" Luna's voice boomed. "Let this unfortunate stallion do his luckless job." Celestia leaned in towards the guard. "You know..." she insinuated, "I declared Cadance an Equestrian princess. I could do the same for you, but even better. I could give your own kingdom, where you would rule unchallenged, and your word would be law." "Hmmph!" Luna said. "Ruling a country is a continual bother. Ponies pestering you with questions and problems. Who needs it? Celestia's offer would fill your days with nuisance. Whereas, if you take MY offer..." She grinned. "I could weave an enchantment to fill each and every one of your NIGHTS with the most pleasant dreams. A paradise of unearthly perfection, far better than any waking princedom." Cadance put one forehoof on the table. "Celestia offers you more work. Luna's offering is...mere moonbeams, an illusion, a fiction. Whereas...I?" She whinnied. "I can offer you the love of the most beautiful pony in all the world." She pouted. "Or I could make sure you DON'T get her love. The choice is yours." "Don't make the wrong choice, guard captain!" Celestia warned. "Or you might regret it. The kind of regret a guardspony can only discover while he scrubs more latrines than he can count." The guardspony took off his helmet, exposing Shining Armor's face. "Um...er...can I have a day to think about it?" "Surely!" Celestia said cheerfully. "Meet us here tomorrow morning, to give your answer. On that day, you shall decide whether the strongest alicorn princess in Equestria shall be very pleased with you, and NOT keep you so busy with scut work forever that you'll never have time to go to bed." "Or who might be sleeping by himself upon a lumpy couch every night, for the rest of his life?" Cadance retorted. Shining Armor wiped his sweaty brow with one forehoof. "To think about this as hard as I can...may I have the day off?" "But of course," Luna said. "And good luck with your choosing. We fear you might need such luck." Shining Armor bowed low, before he stood up tall and straight again. "We shall meet tomorrow, my princesses." "Tomorrow," Celestia answered, and the other princesses agreed. Guard Captain Shining nodded, turned, and marched away. *** "I'm glad I never had to make a decision like that." Night Light scratched his head. "Or I might have ended up sleeping on the couch all these years myself, and you might never have been born." Twilight Velvet levitated a seat cushion and threw it at her husband, striking the side of his head. "Joke all you like, dear, but I fear our son is serious." "Well..." Shining shrugged. "I suppose technically, Princess Celestia is my SENIOR commander. So if she orders me to choose her, or even just strongly IMPLIES that I should choose her...orders are orders." Night Light pursed his lips. "But...suppose this is all a chance for you to help cement the peace between those two mares, by showing that Luna truly IS her sister's equal. Maybe you're really supposed to pick Luna." Velvet shook her head. "As a married mare...I can tell you. A husband picks his WIFE. Or else. That's all there is to it." Night Light shrugged. "I'm sure my wife is right. She always is." He waggled his eyebrows. "But if you DID pick Luna...once you finally fall asleep, that couch could become pretty comfortable. Maybe, some nights, Luna would even let you dream that your wife forgives you." Velvet tossed another cushion, which impacted the center of Light's face. "But when you awaken, you'll know what it is to truly suffer!" Making an effort to sound 'evil,' she cackled. "Mom...Dad...I've never seen this side of you two. Of your relationship." Night nodded. "Let's hope you'll never have to see the furniture throwing side of Cadance." "I think...I want another opinion." *** "Why did you come to ME with this?" Twilight Sparkle asked. "Nopony calls ME the princess of impossible decisions." Spike shook his head. "I don't envy you, bro. You can please one princess, but then two princesses will be mad at you." "And everypony knows one is less than two," Twilight agreed. "But I have an idea." Hope appeared in Shining Armor's eyes. "You do? What? Tell me!" Twilight checked a clock. "By my calculations...you have about eighteen hours left to flee the country, before the princesses find out you're missing." Shining rubbed his chin with one foreleg. "Well...I've heard WORSE suggestions." "You have?" Twilight asked incredulously. "Sure. One of the guys in the barracks said I should award all three princesses joint custody of the apple, along with joint custody of myself. And tell all three to sleep in the same bed with me every night." Spike scoffed. "Sounds crowded." "I don't think he was serious. But seriously, I need ideas. GOOD ideas." "What we need," Twilight said, "is some 'out of the box' ideas. Ideas most ponies would never think of. Crazy ideas." Spike laughed. "I guess you came to the right place, bro. Ponyville has some of the craziest ponies I've ever met." Shining stomped one hoof. "All right, then. We're going out, to search Ponyville for ideas." Twilight nodded. "Let's go." *** That morning, when Shining opened his eyes, he was lying in bed next to a pink pony. He reached out with one hoof, poking her in the back. "You're...not Cadance." The pony rolled over, her big blue eyes regarding him. "You're right!" she agreed. "I'm Pinkie Pie. After that wild day and night of Ponyville craziness, we were both too tired to go home, so we fell asleep in Twilight's spare room." Shining's jaw dropped. "But why in the same bed?" "I'm here to reassure you in case you panic!" Shining looked towards a window. "The sun's up! And I'm still in Ponyville! I've got to hurry, or I'll be late for work! Not to mention, late for my doom where I'll make two princesses really, really angry at me and maybe hate me forever!" Pinkie patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Shining. We've got this. We figured everything out last night. I think." Shining leaped out of bed. "I've got to catch the train to Canterlot before it leaves, or else!" *** As three princesses ate breakfast in a Palace garden, a guardspony trotted up. "Sorry I'm late!" He saluted. "But I've been very, very busy!" Cadance's magic reached for his tail, pulling out a pink, curly hair. "I can see that, Shining. Tell us about your last twenty four hours, why don't you." Shining saluted again. "Yes, Mare'm, your highness. Your highnesses." Celestia gave him an only somewhat predatory smile. "Yes, tell us." "Well, then..." he said. "May I see the apple?" Luna levitated the fruit out of a wicker basket, setting it upon the tabletop. "The apple." Shining said, "Twilight!" A purple unicorn trotted out from behind a bush. "Princesses Celestia, Luna, Cadance." She bowed low. "It's so nice to see you again. If only the occasion were...less stressful." She levitated a book from her saddlebags, and opened it. "Mathematicians have developed methods for splitting an object equally between three different ponies." Luna scowled. "Good enough, I suppose. Thank you." "Not so fast!" Celestia said. Cadance silently gave her husband a cold look. Twilight giggled nervously. "Of course, cutting up the apple might not be enough to please the three of you. So...we tried to think...creatively, you might say." Pinkie arrived, pushing a pony sized dessert cart. Atop the cart rested a large cake. "Princess Celestia, this is for you." In a golden glow of magic, the cake floated onto the table. Somepony had written in two colors of icing across the top: 'For the most beautiful princess.' Celestia snorted. "Really? A cake?" "Everypony loves cake!" Pinkie insisted. "Even princesses!" Celestia exchanged skeptical looks with her two fellow alicorns. "But wait!" Twilight promised. "There's more! Presenting...Jeff Letrotski, professional bowling coach." A light brown pony with a two tone mustache and goatee arrived, wearing a dark suit jacket with dress shirt and tie. He bowed low. "Princesses. Cool." Balanced on his back, he carried a bag the size of a pony's head. Luna narrowed her eyes at his load. "What is IN there?" He used his mouth to move the bag to the grass beside him, and opened it. "A bowling ball, your highness." Luna walked over to him. She levitated the ball out of its bag. "Careful," he said. "Please don't scratch it. It's brand new." The ball was painted black, with sparkles. Some of the biggest, brightest sparkles spelled out, "For the most beautiful princess." Luna eyed it doubtfully. "What IS this?" "It's a bowling ball, your highness. I hear you work nights, and have to sleep most of the day. But bowling is a sport you don't need daylight for. Some bowling alleys are even open all night long! We thought you might like to see that for yourself. As 'Princess of the Night,' I guess you're also princess of...'night life?'" Luna put one forehoof over her mouth, and chortled. "Very good, sir." She looked around at Twilight, Pinkie Pie, and Shining Armor. "Sirs and ladies." Letrotski said, "It was the least we could do." Cadance giggled. "I can hardly wait to find out what happens next." Shining walked around the table to her, and bowed. "My princess," he said. "Princess of my heart, I offer you myself." "But I already had that!" Even so, laughter danced in her eyes. "Would you accept...a kiss?" Shining asked. "Also, I brought you this." A grapefruit floated through the air towards Cadance. Somepony had carved into the outer rind with a pen knife, 'for the most beautiful princcess.'" Cadance laughed. "I can see you did this yourself. Twilight can spell." "Yes," Shining agreed. "But I hope you'll accept it anyway." "I guess I can't say no to you. You big dork." Shining bowed again. "YOUR big dork, if you'll have me." Cadance presented her cheek, and he kissed it. She whispered, "I hope that kiss isn't all I'm getting, as my prize for being 'the most beautiful princess.'" "There's a lot more where that came from," Shining whispered back. Twilight cleared her throat. "Well! Will all three of you let my brother live? Please?" Celestia sighed. "Yesterday, after Shining begged our leave and ran away from us...later that day we three princesses had a little talk. We decided we shouldn't be TOO hard on him. After all, he's just a stallion, not a miracle worker." For a moment, Luna glared towards the farthest end of the Palace gardens, where the statues were kept. "Yes. What could possibly have gotten into us?" "Whatever indeed?" Celestia agreed.

ShopperBrony90

563254

Cutie Mark Crusaders,King Sombra,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Cosmic Guardians: The Fight Against Darkness

The Cosmic Guardians fight to save Canterlot High from darkness.

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<p>While a party is being held at Canterlot High after Rarity and Sweetie Belle vanquished the chimera monster, there's an evil pony from the land of darkness that's planning something sinister to take control of Canterlot High. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians to save the day/night.</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041. The overlord's servants are inspired by an episode of The Fairly OddParents.</p>

everyone

2024-08-12T00:18:40+00:00

2024-08-13T00:53:21+00:00

Canterlot High was alive with celebration. The gymnasium was decorated with bright streamers, balloons, and banners celebrating the heroic deeds of Rarity and Sweetie Belle. The students and staff were all in high spirits, enjoying the music, laughter, and the array of food and drinks laid out on long tables. No one noticed the ominous wormhole opening up in the sky above, a swirling vortex of darkness that went unnoticed as the party carried on below. From within the wormhole, an evil overlord—a twisted, malevolent pony with a sinister grin—peered down at the scene. His eyes gleamed with wicked intent as he observed the carefree atmosphere. "A celebration," he mused darkly, "how perfect." An idea began to form in his mind, one that would turn this joyful gathering into a nightmare. With a flick of his horn, the dark energy from the wormhole descended like an invisible mist, seeping into the food and drinks on the party table. Unbeknownst to the partygoers, the once harmless snacks and beverages were now tainted with his dark magic. "To Rarity and Sweetie Belle!" shouted Pinkie Pie, raising her glass high in the air as she drinks her punch. The crowd echoed her cheer, raising their glasses and toasting to their heroes. Principal Celestia smiled warmly, sipping from her punch. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon giggled as they took bites of their cupcakes, unaware that the food had been corrupted. But then, something strange began to happen. Principal Celestia was the first to notice it. "I... I feel strange," she murmured, her vision starting to blur. The punch glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor as she clutched her head. The students around her began to experience the same sensations—dizziness, tingling, and an overwhelming sense of unease. Diamond Tiara's laughter abruptly cut off as she looked at Silver Spoon, who had the same wide-eyed expression. "What's happening to us?" she cried, her voice trembling with fear. Pinkie Pie was also feeling the same sensation! "Oh, wow! This feels... tingly, but I guess it's all part of the fun, right?" she giggled nervously. The transformations began almost simultaneously. The partygoers' skin started to glow with an eerie light as their bodies stiffened. Their hands jerked uncontrollably, dropping whatever they were holding, and their feet rooted to the ground. Their eyes flickered with terror as they realized something was terribly wrong. The Rainbooms and the CMCs had stopped their celebration to notice that something weird is indeed going on. "What's happening to everybody?!" Fluttershy asked in shock as she sees Pinkie Pie also started twitching uncontrollably. The other Rainbooms approached her and were very worried about her. "Oh, darling? What's wrong? Are you okay?!" Rarity asked, trying to hold her pink friend still to no avail. She is still twitching upon hold. As the students looked down at their bodies, they saw with horror that their clothes had changed. Their party outfits have dissolved! They're now wearing color-coded tight, form-fitting jumpsuits that clung to their skin. Each suit was adorned with glowing jack-o-lantern face emblems on their bellies, the grinning, menacing symbols sending chills down their spines. The jumpsuits felt alien, as if they were no longer just clothes but a part of something much larger, much darker. "Ooh, spooky face!" Pinkie exclaimed, giggling at her new light-pink jumpsuit that had formed on her, even as the metal formed under her and encased her. She especially loved the jack-o-lantern face that was adorned on her belly. She felt that the face is tickling her. "Pinkie!! No!" The Rainbooms screamed in unison, seeing their pink friend transform into something sinister. "This... this can't be happening!" Principal Celestia whispered, her voice now tinged with the mechanical rasp of the Jack-o-Bot she was becoming. "No! I don't want to be a monster!" Diamond Tiara cried as she sees she's wearing a dark pink jumpsuit, but her voice was drowned out by the electronic hum of her transformation as dark pink metal forms under her and encase her inside! "Diamond!" Silver Spoon shouted in fear as she has a dark silver jumpsuit on. She yelps as metal forms and encases her! The partygoers found themselves trapped in a strange and eerie dimension, floating helplessly within translucent bubbles. The color-coded void around them was like a massive spider's web, its strands glowing with an eerie, pulsating light. Fear gripped their hearts as they realized they were no longer at the party—they were somewhere else, somewhere sinister. One unwilling pilot per void in their own Jack-o-Bots! Suddenly, the bubbles the students and principal were trapped in began to pulse and a strange sensation washed over them. It was as if their very minds were being linked to something else, something they couldn't see. They felt a compulsion to move, to act, but it wasn't their own will driving them—it was the force of the evil pony, the overlord, who had turned them into his robotic jack-o-lantern warriors. The gym was now filled with the sound of students and staff turning into robotic jack-o-lantern warriors. They had been encased in some metal that formed under them and closed them in individually in shape of a pumpkin! Their faces, once filled with life, were now cold, emotionless LED-lit jack-o-lantern faces. Instantly, they start launching their phasers and set their course for the wormhole. "Help us!" Pinkie cried in terror as she piloted her jack-o-bot form. She was trying to stop herself from heading towards the wormhole, but she can't do anything! She had absolutely no control whatsoever! "I can't control my body!" Silver Spoon's voice echoed in her void, her hands magically moving against her will as she piloted her new jack-o-bot form. "Why is this happening?!" Principal Celestia, her mind still sharp despite her new robotic form, struggled to regain control. "We have to fight this! We can't let him win!" But even as she spoke, her body moved like it has a mind of its own, performing tasks that she had no control over. The other students and staff members were screaming in panic as they flew through the wormhole as it closed up. The evil pony watched as the robotic servants entered his void. "Yes, my new servants, spread my dark magic far and wide. Canterlot High is just the beginning! All of you do my bidding and I'll grant you something special: Freedom from my control. If you refuse, you will all be erased from existance forever! Got it?" The overlord asked. The jack-o-bots' LED faces have lit up and were saluting their new lord. Everyone who were still in their jack-o-bots were still able to have their minds stable. They were forced to submit as the evil pony is controlling them like puppets! The party that had started as a joyous celebration of heroism ended in terror as the corrupted students and staff of Canterlot High became unwitting soldiers in the evil overlord's dark army. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563254

Cutie Mark Crusaders,King Sombra,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Cosmic Guardians: The Fight Against Darkness

The Cosmic Guardians fight to save Canterlot High from darkness.

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<p>While a party is being held at Canterlot High after Rarity and Sweetie Belle vanquished the chimera monster, there's an evil pony from the land of darkness that's planning something sinister to take control of Canterlot High. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians to save the day/night.</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041. The overlord's servants are inspired by an episode of The Fairly OddParents.</p>

everyone

2024-08-13T12:31:05+00:00

2024-08-17T00:39:59+00:00

The Canterlot High cafeteria buzzed with hushed conversations as the CMCs and the Rainbooms—sans Pinkie Pie—huddled together, their faces etched with worry. "Where could Pinkie be?" Rarity fretted, clutching her phone tightly. "Maybe it's some kind of prank," Rainbow Dash suggested, her voice betraying her doubt. Sunset Shimmer took a deep breath, trying to project calm. "Let's not jump to conclusions. We need to stay focused and figure this out." "How can we focus?" Apple Bloom cried. "Pinkie Pie, all the students, even Principal Celestia are missing!" "She's right," Applejack agreed. "We gotta do something." Before Sunset could respond, her morpher beeped urgently. She pressed a button, and a holographic image of Shari Skyline appeared. "Shari!" Sunset exclaimed, relief washing over her. The others quieted, their attention shifting to the hologram. "Hello, Cosmic Guardians," Shari greeted, her expression serious. "I have urgent news. The dark overlord who had taken the students and principal of your school is none other than King Sombra." "King Sombra?" Sci-Twi repeated, her eyes widening. "The evil king from Equestria?" "Yes," Shari confirmed. "King Sombra has somehow crossed into your world. His goal is to conquer both the human world and Equestria." "Oh, dear." Fluttershy whispered, feeling scared. "What are we going to do, darlings?" Rarity asked. Sunset's eyes widened. "We need to stop him. We won't let him rule Equestria and our world!" "Exactly," Shari nodded. "But be warned, he's taken control of your friends and schoolmates. They've been transformed into his minions." The Rainbooms exchanged glances, their expressions hardening with determination. "We have to save them," Rarity declared. "Let's do this," Rainbow Dash agreed, her fists clenching. Sunset activated her morpher, her voice firm. "Cosmic Guardians, power up!" "Power up!" the others yell out in unison as they activated their morphers. In a flash of light, the girls transformed into their Cosmic Guardian outfits, each radiating with newfound strength and resolve. "Let's go," Sunset said, leading the way as they soared into the sky. As they reached the location of the wormhole, their hearts sank. The swirling portal had sealed shut, leaving no trace of its existence. "What do we do now?" Fluttershy whispered, her voice trembling. "We'll find another way," Sunset assured her. "We have to." In King Sombra's realm, a dark and twisted castle loomed over the landscape. Inside, the jack-o-bot'ified students and Principal Celestia moved in unison, preparing for their master's orders. The everyone who were trapped in the void within their new forms were feeling hopeful that Sunset and the guardians would rescue them. As they continued working without control, Pinkie Pie was running tears down her cheeks, Principal Celestia is remaining calm and hopeful through the whole thing, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were whining. Everyone else was groaning in misery through the whole thing. King Sombra watched them with a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Finally," he boomed, "the time has come to claim what is rightfully mine. Both worlds will bow to me!" His laughter echoed through the halls, a chilling reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume them all. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563254

Cutie Mark Crusaders,King Sombra,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Cosmic Guardians: The Fight Against Darkness

The Cosmic Guardians fight to save Canterlot High from darkness.

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<p>While a party is being held at Canterlot High after Rarity and Sweetie Belle vanquished the chimera monster, there's an evil pony from the land of darkness that's planning something sinister to take control of Canterlot High. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians to save the day/night.</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041. The overlord's servants are inspired by an episode of The Fairly OddParents.</p>

everyone

2024-08-13T13:19:56+00:00

2024-08-15T17:42:46+00:00

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange and pink glow across the sky, the Cosmic Guardians gathered in a clearing. Sunset Shimmer stood at the forefront; her eyes fixed on the fading light. Suddenly, a beeping sound emanated from her morpher. She activated it, and a hologram of Shari appeared before them. “My guardians, we have a problem,” Shari began, her voice urgent. “The wormhole that took everyone has closed.” Sunset exchanged a glance with Apple Bloom and the others. “What does that mean for us?” she asked. “It means we need to act fast. I’ll report this to our realm,” Shari replied. "There's a blade equipped in your morphers that will tear open a portal to our realm anytime an urgent situation needs your services. Right now, this is a perfect time to use them." “Affirmative. We’ll meet you in the void,” Sunset replied as she raised her morpher with her blade emerging out its front-end area. With a collective nod, the girls raised their morphers, summoned their blades and slashed open magic energy that combine into a portal to Shari's realm. One by one, they leaped into the vortex, feeling the rush of wind and light as they traveled. Eventually, they re-materialized in Shari's realm. They become weightless and they were drifting & floating around like magic. "Aw, it's good to be back, sis." Sweetie Belle exclaimed, reflecting on the good times she had with her sister on their first adventure. "I couldn't agree more, darling." Rarity replied.Sci-Twi was immersed in the stars and planets that line the realm.Rainbow Dash was flying fast in the realm. Unfortunately, that backfired, because she went flipping around everywhere.Fluttershy was a little nervous about the zero-gravity qualities of the realm.Applejack and Apple Bloom were just flying everywhere.Scootaloo loves the extreme level of adrenaline she and everyone else is experiencing. As they drifted through the starry galaxy, Shari has approached them in a majestic manner. “Oh, thank goodness you showed up." "Uh, magic sugarcube. Can you help us? My sis and ah are flying out of control." Applejack exclaimed as she flipped and flopped around like crazy all over her realm. "But why, Applejack? This is fun!" Apple Bloom complained before Applejack gave her sister a stern dirty look. Apple Bloom immediately submitted and nodded to Shari. Just like that, Shari lights her horn and positions Apple Bloom, Rainbow Dash and Applejack in place. "Woah! Thank you. I would've been lost forever, drifting for ages if you haven't saved Applejack, her sister and me." Rainbow thanked as Shari giggled. "So, you know more about the wormhole that took everyone. Is that right, Shari?" Sci-Twi asked as she drifted towards her. "Yes, Applejack. The wormhole was only active for an hour. It’s now closed up in our world.” Apple Bloom frowned. “How are we supposed to get to King Sombra’s realm now?” Shari’s horn glowed as she revealed a series of wormholes and portals. “I have access to all the places in and outside our galaxy. I can show you what’s happening everywhere.” Images of different worlds, many cartoon universes and planets flashed before the guardians’ eyes, scenes of chaos and serenity, conflict and peace. After a moment, Shari paused. “There it is, the one we’re looking for.” The portal showed a dark, ominous landscape, shrouded in shadows. “King Sombra’s realm,” Shari said gravely. “His dark magic is powerful. It could put you under his control, so you have to be careful.” Sunset and the others exchanged determined looks. “We understand,” they said in unison. “Good luck, Cosmic Guardians. Stay safe,” Shari said, her voice filled with concern. The portal to Sombra’s realm opened wider, a swirling vortex of darkness and light. With a deep breath, the Guardians stepped through, ready to face the unknown dangers that awaited them in King Sombra’s realm. As the portal closed behind them, Shari watched, her heart filled with hope and worry for her friends' safety. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563254

Cutie Mark Crusaders,King Sombra,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Cosmic Guardians: The Fight Against Darkness

The Cosmic Guardians fight to save Canterlot High from darkness.

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<p>While a party is being held at Canterlot High after Rarity and Sweetie Belle vanquished the chimera monster, there's an evil pony from the land of darkness that's planning something sinister to take control of Canterlot High. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians to save the day/night.</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041. The overlord's servants are inspired by an episode of The Fairly OddParents.</p>

everyone

2024-08-14T00:36:16+00:00

2024-08-15T17:48:34+00:00

The Cosmic Guardians emerged from the shimmering portal conjured by Shari, their feet landing on unfamiliar ground. They found themselves in a peculiar realm, shrouded in darkness but glimmering with the faint outlines of a majestic kingdom. Castles loomed in the distance; their silhouettes etched against the void. “This must be Sombra’s domain,” Twilight whispered, her eyes scanning the eerie landscape. As the group advanced cautiously, they soon noticed the presence of sentinels patrolling the area—jack-o-bots with glowing, carved faces and mechanical limbs. The Guardians quickly ducked behind the jagged rocks and tall, withered trees to avoid detection. “We need to blend in,” Applejack whispered. “We can’t get past them looking like this.” As they contemplated their next move, Applejack and her sister Apple Bloom spotted something peculiar near the castle entrance. Gigantic pumpkins lay scattered, their orange shells glistening under the dim light. Apple Bloom’s eyes lit up. “What if we hollow them out and use ’em as disguises?” “That’s a mighty fine idea,” Applejack agreed. The Guardians set to work, carving out the pumpkins and hollowing them until they could fit inside. Activating their morphers, their arms and legs grew to match the proportions of the jack-o-bots, and the pumpkins glowed, etching faces into their surfaces as if by magic. Disguised as enormous, glowing jack-o-lanterns, the Guardians approached the castle gates. The jack-o-bot guards barely gave them a second glance as they lumbered past. Inside, the atmosphere was oppressive, and they could hear the distant sounds of students and faculty under Sombra’s spell, their movements synchronized like marionettes. Spotting the captives, the Guardians hurried to free them. One by one, they snapped the students and Principal Celestia out of their trance. Among them was Pinkie Pie, her eyes brightening as she regained her senses. “Thank goodness you’re here!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, her usual exuberance returning. Even though their forms were freed, the jumpsuits remained, the pumpkin faces on their suits still glowing. The crowd shared a sense of camaraderie, finding joy in the unexpected and turning it into a memorable moment together. Principal Celestia and Pinkie Pie are taking their new outfits kindly. “Well, this is certainly an unexpected fashion choice. “I think we can all agree this has been an adventure we won’t soon forget.” Principal Celestia said, chuckling softly. She was reassuring the students to help them see the humor in the situation. "This is the best thing ever! Who knew we could be so fashionable and festive at the same time?" Pinkie exclaimed, bouncing around energetically and laughing of the glowing faces on her belly. Well, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were a bit embarrassed when they see themselves in their skin-tight suits. "Ugh, this is so not my style!" Diamond exclaimed as she's trying to maintain her composure. However, she couldn't quite do it, since the suits everyone is wearing are so skintight/form-fitting enough to make it completely revealing! The suits are second skin. "Yeah, it’s kind of weird." Silver agreed, also feeling embarrassed. However, they're seeing everyone else embracing the situation. Upon sight, they had eventually come around and start laughing about it with her friends. They all started laughing along and were loving their new uniforms. Suddenly, a chilling presence filled the air. King Sombra materialized before them, his eyes burning with malice. “So, you think you can just barge in and steal my puppets?” Sombra’s voice boomed. The Guardians stood their ground. Pinkie Pie quickly activated her morpher, transforming into her Cosmic Guardian uniform, ready to fight. Twilight glanced at the Shari hologram. “We’ve got everyone, Shari. Get them out of here.” Shari nodded and Sci-Twi sliced open a portal back to their world. The students and faculty quickly escaped, leaving only the Guardians and Sombra. “Let’s finish this,” Sci-Twi said, her voice steady. She and the Cosmic Guardians charged toward Sombra, their determination burning as fiercely as the glowing pumpkins that had concealed them. With a roar, Sombra rushed forward, the final battle for freedom and the fate of their friends and teachers about to unfold. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563254

Cutie Mark Crusaders,King Sombra,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Cosmic Guardians: The Fight Against Darkness

The Cosmic Guardians fight to save Canterlot High from darkness.

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<p>While a party is being held at Canterlot High after Rarity and Sweetie Belle vanquished the chimera monster, there's an evil pony from the land of darkness that's planning something sinister to take control of Canterlot High. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians to save the day/night.</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041. The overlord's servants are inspired by an episode of The Fairly OddParents.</p>

everyone

2024-08-14T00:46:54+00:00

2024-08-15T17:46:06+00:00

The Cosmic Guardians stood poised in a clearing within Sombra's kingdom, their faces set with determination as they faced the towering figure of the evil king. His malevolent laughter echoed through the space, sending chills down their spines. The air seemed to crackle with dark magic as he stepped forward, shadows swirling around him. “Remember, girls, he’s not to be underestimated!” Sunset warned, her voice steady despite the dread that gnawed at her. Rarity and Sweetie Belle exchanged a quick glance before summoning their shields, swords and ray guns while a faint shimmer enveloped them as their magic materialized. The group’s attention was suddenly drawn to a flickering light above them. A hologram of Shari appeared, her voice clear and reassuring. “You all have powers and weapons within you. Use them wisely,” she instructed, her image flickering slightly. “Twilight, your element is Air. Use your Chinese fan to generate powerful winds. Sunset, your element is Fire, wield your flamethrower with precision. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo, Water is your domain; your gloves can fire enemy-specific acid. Pinkie Pie, air is your domain; morph your hands into party blowers that will fire powerful explosives to have the enemy go down in flames. Fluttershy, you control Earth and can summon an army of animals. Applejack and Apple Bloom, your hammers will shake the very ground.” With newfound confidence, the girls stepped forward. The battle raged on, each girl taking turns unleashing their attacks, their weapons glowing brighter with each successful strike. Twilight stepped forward, her element of Air coursing through her veins. In her hands, she held a Chinese fan, delicate yet brimming with power. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she unleashed a torrent of gigantic winds, driving Sombra back with surprising force. Sunset took her cue, stepping up with her flamethrower at the ready. “Time to turn up the heat!” she declared, unleashing a barrage of magic fireballs that blazed towards Sombra, their fiery wrath relentless. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo moved in tandem, their Water element gloves gleaming with a deadly promise. Acidic cannons emerged from their palms, firing streams of potent liquid that were lethal to their enemy. Magically protected from their own acid, they fought with a fearless abandon, their attacks unrelenting. Fluttershy, with a calm determination, raised her whistle to her lips. The melody that flowed from it summoned an army of animals, each one transforming into a formidable combat weapon. They surged forward, a living wave of earth and fur, striking Sombra with the force of nature itself. Applejack and Apple Bloom, their hammers infused with the strength of the Earth, joined the fray. Each swing of their hammers created massive craters, the shockwaves sending Sombra reeling with every strike. Pinkie Pie, her hands morphing into magic party blowers, grinned mischievously. “Let’s make some fireworks!” she exclaimed, blowing into her thumb, so her hands can that fire explosives that detonated with colorful bursts, adding to the chaotic symphony of battle. The battle raged on, each girl taking turns unleashing their attacks, their weapons glowing brighter with each successful strike. As they combined their efforts, the girls’ weapons began to merge, forming a massive cannon. They aimed it directly at Sombra, channeling all their power into a single, concentrated blast. With a deafening roar, the cannon fired, a beam of light piercing through the shadows. Sombra’s form wavered, the dark magic dissipating as he was forced back, disappearing into the void. Exhausted but victorious, the girls shared a moment of relief as the portal back to their world opened. They returned to Canterlot City, confident in their victory. However, their celebration was short-lived. The sky darkened as King Sombra reappeared, his form now a colossal overlord looming over the city. His eyes glowed with renewed fury as he began his rampage, his dark magic spreading like wildfire. The Cosmic Guardians exchanged worried glances, realizing their battle was far from over. With determination in their hearts, they prepared to face the new threat, ready to defend their world at all costs. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563254

Cutie Mark Crusaders,King Sombra,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Cosmic Guardians: The Fight Against Darkness

The Cosmic Guardians fight to save Canterlot High from darkness.

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<p>While a party is being held at Canterlot High after Rarity and Sweetie Belle vanquished the chimera monster, there's an evil pony from the land of darkness that's planning something sinister to take control of Canterlot High. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians to save the day/night.</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041. The overlord's servants are inspired by an episode of The Fairly OddParents.</p>

everyone

2024-08-14T02:01:28+00:00

2024-08-15T17:46:28+00:00

Rarity and Sweetie Belle exchanged a determined glance. They knew the situation was dire, and there was only one thing left to do. "It’s time," Rarity declared, her voice unwavering. "We must summon our Zords." "Right behind you, sis!" Sweetie Belle chimed in. With a synchronized nod, the sisters raised their arms to the sky. A brilliant light enveloped them as their Zords appeared: Rarity’s majestic Unicorn Zord and Sweetie Belle’s swift Pegasus Zord. Each climbed into their respective cockpit, ready to face the menacing King Sombra. The battlefield trembled as Rarity and Sweetie Belle launched their attacks. Rarity’s Unicorn Zord fired dazzling beams of light, while Sweetie Belle’s Pegasus Zord unleashed a flurry of ice and snow. The attacks spiraled toward King Sombra, but the dark king merely laughed, deflecting the assaults with ease. “Looks like we need a bit more power!” Sweetie Belle shouted over the comms. “Let’s show him what we’re made of,” Rarity replied. “Megazord formation, now!” In an instant, the Unicorn and Pegasus Zords began to transform, interlocking and merging into a powerful Megazord. With heightened strength and agility, the sisters resumed their attack, but King Sombra’s defenses remained unyielding. The girls on the ground watched with bated breath, their worry growing with each passing moment. Suddenly, a burst of light appeared, and Shari materialized before them. “You’re not alone in this fight,” Shari announced, her eyes shining with resolve. “You all have Zords, too!”Sci-Twi stepped forward, summoning her Alicorn Zord with a graceful gesture.Sunset Shimmer’s Fire Archer Zord emerged next, its flames flickering in the air.Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo hopped into their shared Dragon Zord, their excitement palpable.Fluttershy’s Deer Zord bounded gracefully onto the scene,Pinkie Pie’s Alligator Zord snapped its jaws in anticipation.Lastly, Applejack and Apple Bloom climbed into their Earth Pony Zord, its powerful legs stomping the ground. Together, they launched their individual attacks, each strike weakening King Sombra bit by bit. The evil king’s laughter faded as he struggled to fend off the relentless assault. “Now’s our chance!” Sci-Twi shouted. “Let’s form the Cosmic Megazord!” The Zords began to transform and attach itself to Rarity and Sweetie Belle's Megazord, combining into a formidable force.Sci-Twi’s Alicorn Zord provided the wings.Sunset’s Fire Archer Zord fused its bow and arrow with Rarity’s unicorn horn sword.Pinkie’s Alligator Zord formed the left leg, its face acting as the foot.Applejack and Apple Bloom’s Earth Pony Zord became the right leg, with its muzzle serving as the foot.Fluttershy’s Deer Zord morphed into a helmet, its antlers acting like a satellite dish to detect any movement.Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo’s Dragon Zord transformed into a cannon on the left arm, ready to shoot fireballs.Sweetie Belle’s Pegasus Zord became the right arm, its cannon primed to unleash a storm of ice and snow. The Cosmic Guardian have been sucked up and traveled up transport tubes into one giant cockpit where they are ready to fight. The Cosmic Megazord stood tall, a symbol of unity and strength. With coordinated precision, they took turns attacking King Sombra, each blow further weakening the tyrant. The battlefield was a spectacle of fire, ice, and raw power. “Let’s finish this!” Rarity called out, her voice ringing with determination. Channeling the combined fire and ice into the unicorn horn sword, the Cosmic Megazord delivered the final slash, cutting through King Sombra with a blinding light. The evil king let out a final roar before disintegrating into nothingness. Shari, all the students and staff erupted into cheers, their voices echoing across the now-peaceful battlefield. The students and staff were still trying to get used to the tight, revealing features of their suits and the glowing faces on their bellies. The girls in the Megazord shared a triumphant smile, their bond stronger than ever. Together, they had defeated the darkness, proving that even the mightiest foes could be overcome with friendship and teamwork. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563254

Cutie Mark Crusaders,King Sombra,Main 7 (EqG),Original Character,Principal Celestia,Human,Adventure,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Cosmic Guardians: The Fight Against Darkness

The Cosmic Guardians fight to save Canterlot High from darkness.

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<p>While a party is being held at Canterlot High after Rarity and Sweetie Belle vanquished the chimera monster, there's an evil pony from the land of darkness that's planning something sinister to take control of Canterlot High. It's up to the Cosmic Guardians to save the day/night.</p><p>Co-written by Tane4041. The overlord's servants are inspired by an episode of The Fairly OddParents.</p>

everyone

2024-08-14T13:51:38+00:00

2024-08-17T13:29:43+00:00

The Cosmic Guardians stepped out of their Megazord, their forms still radiant with the afterglow of their recent victory. Shari trotted up to them, her eyes sparkling with admiration and pride. "Well done, Guardians!" Shari exclaimed, her voice ringing with genuine excitement. "You've saved the world twice in one day. That's got to be some kind of record!" Principal Celestia approached them with a warm smile. "You have proven yourselves to be true protectors of our world," she said. "I trust you to handle any stray Equestrian Magic that may come our way. As a token of our appreciation, you'll receive a well-deserved holiday from school to focus on your duties." The Guardians accepted the offer, as they looked down, surprised to find that everyone was still clad in their jumpsuits from their Jack-O-Bot forms. Rainbow Dash looked around at her friends with a hint of jealousy. "Man, I wish I was wearing one of those!" she said, eyeing the sleek and colorful suits. Pinkie Pie giggled and bounced in excitement. "They're so fun! And look, they glow!" Shari smiled at them and waved her hoof. "Oh, that's an easy fix!" With a flicker of magic, she transformed each of the Rainbooms and their younger companions into their own unique tight jumpsuits, each adorned with a glowing jack-o-lantern face on the belly. Sci-Twi adjusted her glasses and admired the suit's sleek design. "This is both functional and stylish," she commented, smiling. Sunset Shimmer nodded, running her hands over the fabric. "I feel powerful and ready for anything," she agreed. Rainbow Dash grinned broadly. "Now this is awesome! I can feel the speed just wearing it." Fluttershy blushed softly, twirling in her suit. "It’s surprisingly comfortable and... cute." Applejack tipped her hat, which now had a jack-o-lantern patch. "Y’all, these suits are mighty fine. I could get used to this." Rarity’s eyes gleamed with delight as she examined her outfit. "The glow is simply dazzling! It adds a dramatic flair I can certainly appreciate." Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo were buzzing with excitement. "We match with the big girls now!" Scootaloo exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe. Shari looked at them all with a sense of satisfaction. "You all look perfect! Remember, the world is in your hands. I'll be watching over you, and I'll be in touch if any trouble arises." She pointed to their morphers. "Your morphers are also holographic communicators. Use them well." With that, Shari opened a shimmering portal. "Have a great party, everyone! Stay safe and keep the world protected." With a final wave, she trotted back into her void. The party continued with renewed energy. Everyone, from the Rainbooms to the CMCs, and even the partygoers, wore their jumpsuits, the jack-o-lantern faces glowing in the dim light. The atmosphere was electric as Vinyl Scratch, in her own suit, spun her turntables, providing the perfect soundtrack. The Rainbooms took the stage, their instruments glowing with the same magical energy as their suits. They rocked out, their music filling the air with a sense of unity and celebration. The crowd danced and cheered, the night alive with the joy of victory and the promise of new adventures. As the party raged on, the Cosmic Guardians knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their bond stronger than ever. And for tonight, they celebrated not just their victory, but the power of friendship and the magic it brings. Somewhere under Canterlot City, there's a hidden lair that seems to belong to the evil wizard named Grogar. He looks at his crystal ball and sees King Sombra being destroyed by the Cosmic Guardians. "So, those Cosmic jerks destroyed my own father. They're gonna pay!" Grogar exclaimed as he laughs maliciously. The End

Winter Quill

563257

Original Character,Princess Celestia,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish

Wake up, Eat a Pony, Raise the Sun

Princess Celestia wakes up in the mood to eat a pony

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<p>Princess Celestia wakes up, with only one meal on her mind. Luckily the palace maids are very good at serving their princess. </p><p>A fun little pony themed vore story I wrote for Vore day 2024</p>

mature

2024-08-12T01:13:16+00:00

2024-08-12T01:13:15+00:00

Wake up, Eat a Pony, Raise the Sun By: Winter Quill Written for Vore Day 2024 A deep grumbling shook through Celestia’s belly, echoing around her bedroom, loud enough to wake her up hours earlier than normal. She lifted her head to see her belly rippling as the growling kept going on and on, somehow growing even louder than before. Rubbing the back of a foreleg across her eyes, she pressed the other to her belly, feeling it vibrating under her hoof. It was like an earthquake centered directly in her stomach, and it didn’t seem to be showing any signs of stopping. The feeling of hunger was growing as well, building up deep inside of her, roiling in anticipation of breakfast, and not a small one. Celestia kicked off her sheets and rolled out of her large bed, landing on the thick white carpet, which muffled the thump from the impact of her four hooves. This was a familiar hunger, but one she hadn’t felt in a very long time. There was only one thing that would satisfy it, only one meal that would quench her hunger and calm her belly. A pony. Well, not just a pony, it could actually be any creature, but a pony was the easiest meal she could find. The trick would be to find a pony who would be willing to be eaten by her, knowing that they would have the fate of any other meal. There was more than an hour before she had to raise the sun, so there was time for her meal, but she couldn’t take too long to find one. Reaching out with her magic, she wrapped the golden shine around one of the many rope pulls that lined the far wall. A quick pull on it caused a bell to ring deep inside the palace, down in the maid quarters. It would take time for the maid to arrive, so she took the chance to make herself presentable, quickly running a brush through her flowing hair, adding a little makeup and putting on just her crown. Her timing was perfect as she heard a soft knock at her bedroom door moments after she finished. Quickly she walked to the door, opening it up and letting the maid in. Feather Duster, one of the older maids at the palace. A brown Pegasus with white primaries and pure black hair that matched the black of her maid’s uniform. Her cutie mark was the same as her name, a fancy looking Feather Duster dusting away a gray cloud of dust. Unlike most maids, being a maid was destiny. She normally worked the afternoon shift, so it was a pleasant surprise to see her so deep into the night. “Good morning, Princess Celestia,” she said with a small curtsy. “What can I help you with tonight?” The oldest mare in the world found herself blushing brightly as the sound of her growling belly surged louder for a few more moments. “I’m in need of a special meal, but I’m not sure who can provide it for me.” “I should be able to help Princess, what do you wish to eat?” the maid asked, a pleased smile on her face, pretending not to hear the very unroyal noises from the princess’s gut. Without even asking she was already walking towards the bed to start to make it. Celestia swallowed, glad that all the palace staff was sworn to secrecy. “I… I’m looking for a pony that would allow me to eat them.” Feather Duster froze in place, the sheet dropping from her lips as she turned to look back at the Princess. “What?” She asked, as a look of frustration crossed over her face. “Oh, come on, did Lowly Servant put you up to this? And how did she rope you into pranking me like this?” she asked, sounding both angry and exasperated, her wings fanning out slightly. Ears flicking back for a moment, Celestia looked at the pony with confusion. Of all the reactions she had expected, this was not one of them. “I’m sorry, my little pony, but I’m not playing a prank on you. Why would you think that?” Suddenly the maid’s eyes went wide as she pressed a hoof to her lips, her wings snapping tightly closed against her sides. “You’re not… you mean… you really want to eat a pony?” Celestia slowly nodded. “Yes, but I do not know—” The pegasus cut off her, leaping forward and throwing herself down at Celestia’s hooves. “Oh, please eat me then! I’ve always wanted you to eat me! It’s been my biggest fantasy. I’ve even dreamed about it! This is… I’ve always wanted… please? Please!” She blinked a few times, trying to process everything she had just been told, wondering what the odds were that the maid on duty would have actually dreamed of… A second later a smile played over her lips, sure if she checked the paperwork Luna would have been the one to arrange for Feather Duster to be working on this night. “I want to make it clear that if I eat you, that will be your end. You will become food for me, digested to become the fat on my flanks. There is no coming back from this.” Feather Duster nodded, looking up at the princess with a huge smile on her face. “I know Princess, and that’s what I want. I would be honored to be a part of your ass.” Reaching down, Celestia slipped hoof under the maid’s chin and gave her a smile. “You may call me Celestia then, and please remove your uniform.” She nodded, jumping up to her hooves and twisted her body around, using her teeth and wings to open up her dress and wiggling out of it, kicking it towards the wall. The panties followed a moment later, then the cap and the black stockings. It was impressive just how fast she was able to strip off the uniform without damaging it. Turning around, she fluffed out her wings and smiled at the princess. “I’m ready for you, Celestia,” she said, giggling as she did so. Celestia couldn’t help but lick her lips. It wasn’t as if being nude was somehow special, yet seeing this mare out of her uniform and waiting to become food made her mouth water. “How would you like me to eat you?” she asked, working her jaw a little bit, feeling the joints becoming looser by the moment. “Hind hooves first?” Feather Duster asked, her wings fluttering softly against her back. With a smile, she nodded, reaching down to wrap the mare with her magic, lifting her off of her hooves and turning her around in place. She allowed the mare’s forelegs to drop back to the ground, but lifted the hind legs up into the air. She wasn’t surprised to see that Feather Duster’s pussy was already wet and winking at her. It was a pity she was too hungry to do more than just eat the mare. Rocking her jaw from side to side, she gave the mare one last smile. “Thank you for your service, Feather Duster. It’s been wonderful to have you on my staff… but not as wonderful as you will feel in my belly,” she said, then with a soft pop dislocated her jaw, allowing her muzzle to stretched open wider than it should as she placed both of the mare’s hooves in her muzzle, closing her lips over them and allowing the mare’s taste to roll over her tongue and down her throat. A moment later Feather Duster’s wings snapped out to their full span, sending a number of small feathers flying around the room. “Oh, Celestia,” she moaned, lifting one of her forelegs in order to reach back and start to rub a hoof against her cleft. With a hidden grin, the princess swallowed, pulling the mare deeper into her mouth, her hooves starting to slide down her throat. A second gulp brought her lips nearly to the mare’s flanks, giving her a perfect view of the hoof working furiously at a soaking wet sex, the scent of her arousal flowing deep into Celestia’s nose. Lighting her horn, she grabbed the retired maid’s wings and gently pushed them back down against her sides, though they were straining against the hornshine, trying to flair out once again. She had to hold them down with her magic, the golden glow of her field pressing them tightly against the mare’s brown fur. She swallowed again, her muzzle easily expanding around the mare’s large and firm flank, the eagerly clopping hoof rubbing against her tongue, soaked with sweet arousal. Celestia took a moment to savor the tasting of her prey’s juices, allowing them to wash over her tongue before her next swallow forced the mare’s hips to the back of her throat, her hind legs making Celestia’s throat bulge. “Oh buck! Please eat me Celestia! Eat me all up and digest me like a good pony,” Feather Duster moaned, her hoof working hard at her pussy, gasping and moaning in pleasure. Celestia gulped again, her lips sliding up around Feather Duster’s barrel, allowing the magic to fade away now that her wings were also trapped inside the alicorn’s mouth. Her throat was stretched even further, easily making room for the mare’s rump, hooves pressing at the entrance to her stomach. Swallowing again, she pulled her meal in even deeper, her lips pressing up against Feather Duster’s shoulders. The pegasus was moaning, squirming around in Celestia’s maw, wings flexing as she gasped and groaned, her trapped hoof working eagerly at her pussy, while the other pawed at the carpet. She couldn’t get out any more words, too lost in her own pleasure to make any real sounds. Letting her hind legs fold under her, Celestia dropped down onto her well-padded plot, lifting Feather Duster away from the floor as she did so. Tilting her head back, she aligned her throat to give the mare a straight shot down into her gut. She could feel her crown sliding off her head to tumble down her back, and she couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. She swallowed again, feeling her prey slide down her throat, both of her hind legs now inside of her greedy stomach, her lips sliding along the maid’s neck until they were at the back of the pegasus’s head. Taking in a deep breath, she swallowed again, trying to make it slow as the mare sank deeper into her mouth, giving her a moment to see the inside of Celestia’s maw, as well as the back of her teeth. One last moment to see the world outside before she wrapped her lips around the mare’s last leg. The moment her muzzle closed, she felt the mare climax, her body shaking as she let out a scream of pleasure, which was muffled inside of Celestia’s mouth. With one last gulp she sucked the mare’s leg and hoof into her muzzle, a final swallow sending her to slide down into her belly. Celestia started to rub her throat with her magic, feeling it stretched tightly around the maid’s head as her body pulled her meal down ever deeper, taking her to her final fate. Celestia took in a couple gulps of air, swallowing them as well to allow the maid a little bit more time to breath as she felt the pony turned food curling up inside of her stomach. Throwing herself backwards, Celestia landed hard on her back, crushing her crown in the process. Letting out a happy groan she rubbed her bloated belly with her hoofs as the former maid curled herself tightly up inside of it. The outline of her form was visible under the white fur. “Thank you, Feather Duster, you were a wonderful meal,” she said. She was sure the maid said ‘thank you’ in return, but the words were muffled by the royal flesh. With a wide smile on her face, Celestia closed her eyes as she let out a small belch. Basking in the glow of the meal, she allowed her now silent stomach to start the process of digestion, just letting herself zone out as the pony was turned into more fat for her flank. When the time came to raise the sun, the belly had already grown soft, only the slightest hint of the shape of her meal was able to be seen. A few days later, after her meal had fully passed, she took a moment to admire the shape of her flank. The expanding shape of her flank looked lovely, the large cheeks jiggling with each step she took. “You’ve done very well, Feather Duster,” she said to her reflection, taking a moment to brush her flank with the tip of her feathers. It would take ages for her to work off the new weight, but it was more than worth it. -=-=-=-=-=- This story was written and copyright 2024 by Theo Winters/Winter Quill, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will be firmly nibbled upon.

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563259

Hondo Flanks,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Human,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Two Nights in Paradise

Rarity takes her recently separated father on a trip. Due to a little mischief, they grow much closer than either could have imagined.

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<p>After years of happy marriage, Hondo Flanks found himself abandoned when his wife left him for a much younger guy. Now he cruises through each day, heartbroken when remembering what he lost.</p><p>His daughters devise a plan to get him back on his feet: A weekend vacation to the Royal Bay Resort. Packed to the brim with her father's favorite activities, Rarity is certain that this will pull him out of his slump. </p><p>But when Sweetie decides to add a little mischief into the mix, the two of them are thrust into a situation neither is prepared for. </p><hr/><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Incest, impregnation, and Sweetie Belle doing a little bit of trolling</span><br/>Commission for BigBeanPole<br/>Art is 3398051 on Derpibooru by artist ta-na</p><p>Have an idea you want to see come to life? Check out my <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9ut8qR11rpomlpYWZXwGNr23Otdvvlyzqy7UhsW4a4smKUw/viewform?usp=sf_link" rel="nofollow">Commissions!</a></p>

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2024-08-12T02:12:39+00:00

2024-08-12T04:12:20+00:00

“We need to do something about Dad.” Rarity glanced at the dining room table to her right between sips of tea. “It is getting rather irksome.” Sweetie Belle's glaring was far less subtle, but it didn’t make much of a difference. The small silver ring between his fingers took all his attention. The mornings where he wasn't fiddling with it were few and far between. After a pitiable grunt, Sweetie was back to her glass of OJ. “It’s stressing’ me out!” she grumbled, draining the entire thing in a few gulps. More than a little worrying considering how much vodka she mixed in. Rarity glanced over at him again and caught him raising it to the light. The pain behind his eyes was enough to make her wince. “You should cut him some slack, Sweetie,” warned Rarity, shaking her head. “Imagine the stress he’s going through. Let’s be thankful we only have one drunken mess in this house.” ‘Whatever. We gotta do something.” Eyebrow raised, Rarity returned to Sweetie Belle. “Any ideas, or did you just want to whine about it?” Sweetie scoffed, then fished in the pockets of her daisy dukes. Pulling her phone out, she tapped a few icons and pushed the screen in her face. “Royal Bay Ocean Resort. Your one-way ticket to paradise.” Rarity took the phone from Sweetie Belle’s hand. “This place has got it all. Ocean view, five-star restaurants, tourism around every corner!” Sweetie crossed her arms over her chest with a smug look on her face. “Dad spends a couple nights here and he’ll forget about Mom faster than it takes my boyfriend to—” “Did you call me, Sweetie?” Both girls flinched, then looked back at the dining room table. There sat something more like a zombie than a man. Eyes red and sunken from sobbing and sleeping troubles. An unruly beard covered his entire face for the first time in years. His hair was greasy and unkempt. Misery even oozed out of his body language as he slumped over the table. He scanned their expressions, then returned to the ring. “Guess not, then…” “H-Hold on, Dad!” Rarity strode to the table, then laid Sweetie Belle’s phone down between them. “It’s been a… rough few months since the incident.” Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes as she approached. Rarity called it the incident in an attempt to soften the blow, but even that was losing its efficacy. “But Sweetie Belle and I—” “And I.” Sweetie scoffed. “We thought it would be a good idea to get out of the house for a bit and go on a vacation!” Hondo's ear twitched. He craned downward and scanned the virtual brochure in silence. “Girls…" He shook his head squeezing the ring between his fingers. "I appreciate it... I really do. But I’ll be fine. I just need some time.” “C’mon Dad, Mom left like 4 months ago.” Hondo winced, then huffed like he took a punch to the gut. Rarity figured a sharp elbow to Sweetie's stomach was an appropriate response. “Geez, what the hell? I'm just stating facts!” “You'd do well to learn something called 'tact',” said Rarity, flashing her sister an angry glare. “Ignoring her comments... you should take as much time as you need. But this may not be the best place to heal. Surrounded by, erm... memories, and all.” Hondo looked again, eyes narrowed. She placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed. "Couldn't hurt to try, right?" “No... I suppose not.” The words barely left his mouth before Sweetie scooped up her phone. “Perfect! I’ll set you two up with tickets now.” She turned away from the table, heading back to her glass on the counter. “You guys wanna go as soon as possible? Peak season is creeping up and you don’t wanna miss your chance.” “Oh?” Rarity snagged the back of Sweetie’s shirt, keeping her from slipping away. After pulling her in, she narrowed her eyes. “This ‘you guys' seems to leave out an important person.” “I have important business to attend to!” she cried. "You don't even know when we'll be leaving," Rarity replied. "And last I checked, throwing parties is not considered 'important business'." She knew she had her sister's scheme solved by her agitated expression. "Not to mention the expenses. How exactly would you have paid for this?" “Rumble’s loaded.” She flashed Rarity a smirk. “And he does whatever mommy says.” “I wish I hadn’t asked…” She shook her head, then let Sweetie go. “I’ll put it to you like this. You’re going to be in that car when we leave. If you have a place to sleep when we get there, it's up to you.” The ferocity of Sweetie's stank eye could kill an elephant. But it was useless in the face of Rarity’s authority. Their showdown continued for a few moments longer before Sweetie gave in with a huff. She turned on her heel, grabbed her glass from the kitchen, then stomped away. Rarity sighed, then turned back to Hondo. Again, he watched the ring, back and forth between his fingers. The fury of a God bubbled up inside of Sweetie as she plopped down in her desk chair. There’s no way she’d admit it, but Rarity completely read her intentions earlier. There was no way she wouldn’t party with her two roadblocks gone for a weekend. But there was no use crying over spilled milk. She knew that much at least. Revenge was already on her mind, but she didn't expect to stumble on a plan so quick. It happened as she scrolled through the website to find herself a suitable ticket. Under the section advertising the many packages they offer. Sweetie meant to scroll through this when an interesting package caught her eye. She tapped it, bringing up the deal in all its embarrassing glory. Expensive, but all worth it if she managed to pull it off. A smile crept onto her face as her new scheme brewed. "Oh, that's good...” She tapped through the screens and ordered the package. Once the confirmation message popped, she giggled. She set her phone down and savored the last few drops of her drink. “Looks like we'll all enjoy ourselves...” Their first step onto the resort's ground felt like stepping into the brochure itself. The heat screamed July despite it being March. The calming salty scent of the sea drifted with the breeze and through her hair. She closed the door of the car and peered through her sunglasses down the parking lot. At the end was a large structure planted right on the beach: The Royal Bay’s main building. “We got here early. Check-in isn’t for another 45 minutes.” Rarity looked behind her as Hondo closed the driver’s side door. The wind blew through his typical Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. Without a pair of sunglasses, he had to squint to see past the blazing sun. “It shouldn’t be a problem.” Rarity tapped her knuckles on the window of her door. “Come on, Sweetie. You’re getting out too.” A muffled groan turned to a full one once Sweetie stepped out of the car. With her door shut, Hondo locked the car and popped the trunk. “Oh, please. Only you could get so annoyed over a resort vacation.” “You wouldn’t be so hyped if you had to pay for a trip you didn’t want to go on.” Rarity shook her head and sighed. “I’ve offered to reimburse you plenty of times on the way here.” Hondo moved past her to the trunk, hoisting their luggage out. Rarity joined his side, pulling the other bags out and over her shoulders. “Anyway, let’s get inside. Need any help with those, Dad?” “No... I’ll manage." He clutched their suitcases close and headed toward the building. Despite her best efforts, Rarity couldn’t keep the worry from showing through on her face. He’d cleaned himself up for the trip, but there was still something off. Darkness still brewed over him, like a raincloud, no matter how much he shaped up. Rarity shook her head, then took a deep breath. It was fine. This is what they were here to fix. The trio met a refreshing blast of frigid cool air blowing from an AC right above the door. The lobby was large and lavish, but empty. High-quality furniture, chandeliers, big windows shiny granite tiles. A classy location for sure, one Rarity could enjoy. At the far end was the reception, their destination. “Good morning.” Rarity approached the nearest clerk. A woman whose left breast pocket name tag read “Prim Posy''. She had a cool demeanor about her, amplified by the resort’s fancy blazer uniform. “We’re here to check in, though we may be a bit early.” Prim gave them a friendly smile. “Of course.” The computer on her left booted to life as she tapped it. “Reservation number?” “Yes. Right…” Rarity tapped her pockets, finding nothing on either side. She fished into her purse and found the same. She hummed, then looked behind her. “Looks like I left my phone in the car… Dad, do you have the number?” “I think I took a picture of it...” Hondo pulled out his own phone and soon found it. He handed it over to the receptionist, who copied it in a few high-speed taps. “Thank you.” She tapped on her keyboard for a second longer before she came to a quick stop. Her eyes flicked between the screen and the pair standing in front of her. Blinking a few times and clearing her throat, she continued. “Rarity and Hondo Flanks?” “Correct,” chimed Rarity, happy their reservation didn’t have any problems. Prim scrolled down the page she was looking at before comparing what she saw on screen to the real deal. “P-Pardon me asking, but… you two are father and daughter, yes?” Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Yes…” This time, her confusion was obvious. “Is there a problem?” “No, no, there’s no problem,” she cleared her throat again. “It’s just… the suite you reserved is for—” “Hey, if this reservation is going to take all day, could I at least get a drink first?” Sweetie Belle’s rude interruption managed to throw the receptionist off guard. Rarity glared at her but found a sly smirk looking back at her. “I hear your bare stocks like a million different cocktails. I’m gonna need every single one of them.” “Doesn’t sound too bad,” said Hondo. Rarity bit her lip, then shook her head. “It does sound that bad,” she said, all but growling at the little menace. “We’re going to enjoy this vacation in a healthy way. So no midday drinking.” Rarity turned back to Prim, her determination shocking the poor woman. “If everything is in order, we’d like to get going, please.” “Of course…” After a few more seconds of tapping, she slipped a pair of keycards over the desk. They were simple, cheap bits of plastic, but they looked nice. Their pair came with plenty of hearts bubbling up from the bottom. Rarity thought little of it as she shoved it into her purse and handed her father his copy. “We hope you enjoy your stay…” “I’ll take your bags for you.” The voice came from their side, a young man wearing the same clothes as Prim. Another person game to assist, accepting the suitcases that Hondo handed to them. The only exception was Sweetie’s who had yet to check in. “Finally…” Sweetie Belle slipped past the pair and showed Prim her phone. Like before, she began tapping away on her computer as she searched for the reservation. “If you two need me, I’ll be at the bar.” Rarity sighed, then shook her head. “I’d appreciate it if you could keep her on a short leash, please.” Prim looked between the two sisters, then nodded. “Then that only leaves us to have a bit of fun, then!” Rarity tapped Hondo on the back, then wheeled him out to the entrance. “How about a stroll on the boardwalk? I hear there’s a café with madeleines to die for!” Sweetie watched without a word, that smug smile still plastered on her face. Once they were gone, Prim's typing came to a slow stop. “Are those two…” Sweetie Belle chuckled, then shook her head. “They’ve got no idea,” she answered. “They made me come along on this trip, so I pranked them with their reservation rooms.” She chuckled again. “Can’t wait to see the look on their faces.” “What a prank idea…” Prim took a deep breath, seeming more relieved than before. “I suppose I should expect a room transfer by tomorrow?” “Yeah, probably.” She leaned in, her smirk turning a little more devious. “Now about those cocktails…”

DrySpell

563259

Hondo Flanks,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Human,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Two Nights in Paradise

Rarity takes her recently separated father on a trip. Due to a little mischief, they grow much closer than either could have imagined.

complete

<p>After years of happy marriage, Hondo Flanks found himself abandoned when his wife left him for a much younger guy. Now he cruises through each day, heartbroken when remembering what he lost.</p><p>His daughters devise a plan to get him back on his feet: A weekend vacation to the Royal Bay Resort. Packed to the brim with her father's favorite activities, Rarity is certain that this will pull him out of his slump. </p><p>But when Sweetie decides to add a little mischief into the mix, the two of them are thrust into a situation neither is prepared for. </p><hr/><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Incest, impregnation, and Sweetie Belle doing a little bit of trolling</span><br/>Commission for BigBeanPole<br/>Art is 3398051 on Derpibooru by artist ta-na</p><p>Have an idea you want to see come to life? Check out my <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9ut8qR11rpomlpYWZXwGNr23Otdvvlyzqy7UhsW4a4smKUw/viewform?usp=sf_link" rel="nofollow">Commissions!</a></p>

mature

2024-08-12T02:57:34+00:00

2024-08-12T04:19:54+00:00

The beach’s promenade stretched out along the coast and was a short walk from the hotel. They could watch the waves lap the sand to their right, while stores and attractions stood to their left. Rarity watched neither. The book she pulled from her purse a minute ago had her undivided attention. “They’ve been open for 30 minutes,” she mumbled, thumbing over the handwritten notes on the page. “Doubt they’d be crowded around this time of day... Okay!” She slipped the book back into her bag, then turned back to Hondo. “Are you ready, dad?” “Mhm.” Unlike her, his attention was on the tide coming and going. His hands hid in his pockets, but Rarity knew what he was doing. That ring hadn’t left his side once in months. This vacation wouldn’t be the exception, despite her wishes. Still, she had to make it work. Rarity grabbed her father’s arm and tugged him forward. She’d drag him out of that stupor if she had to. “Great! That café I mentioned earlier is nearby. A good breakfast will help start the day right.” The place, cutely named Sea Breeze Sweets, came into view after a short, uneventful stroll. Several tables sat out front, covered under umbrellas that flapped in the wind. And, as Rarity predicted, there were few people inside once they entered. The barista flashed them a wide smile, then adjusted his uniform’s cap over his eyes. “Morning!” he chimed, chipper as a squirrel. “What can I get you?” “I’ll have a medium oat milk latte, with three pumps of vanilla,” Rarity prattled. Something familiar and energizing, not to mention tasty. “Oh, and a basket of your madeleines, please.” “Ah, a fan favorite,” said the barista, tapping away at the kiosk behind his desk. “And you, sir?” “Normal coffee. Medium. Two creams and sugars, please.” “And a classic for the gentleman,” he hummed. “Will that be all?” Rarity glanced at Hondo to confirm, managing to catch him as he slipped his card out of his wallet. “I’ll cover it,” said Rarity, reaching for her purse. But Hondo pressed his card on the counter before Rarity had the chance to. “It’s fine,” he murmured. After looking between the two for some sort of confirmation, the barista took Hondo’s card and swiped it. “You planned this whole thing out. The least I can do is pay.” “Here’s your card back, sir.” The barista’s quick work cut any objections Rarity had short. She settled for a low grumble instead. “Choose a seat and I’ll be right over with your order.” “Thanks.” He took back his card and popped open his wallet again. This time, another card fell out and onto the counter between the three. His room key. “Hmm... I need a new wallet.” “I can squeeze that in somewhere along the way,” she said, making a mental note to jot down in her book later. Hondo didn’t respond. They found their seats near one of the shop windows overlooking the promenade. The few people who passed them by seemed to be enjoying an early morning stroll. Something Rarity also planned to be doing shortly. But first, she turned her attention to the book, retrieving a pen from her bag as she did so. “New wallet,” she murmured. Afterward, she placed her pen on the table and smiled. “One more stop on the agenda, then.” “Mhm...” Again, his eyes wandered to the sea. Again, his hands hid in his pockets. Rarity bit down on her lip, thinking of her next course of action. “Oh! Hey, Dad.” His ear twitched, and he turned back to the table. There, he found Rarity’s hands reaching out, palm up. “Let me see your hands.” It took a little persuasion but Hondo reached up, placing his hand on his daughters. “Both hands, darling.” A little while longer, he obliged. She clamped down on them with her thumbs, then circled his palms gently. “Hmm. A bit rough. We could stop at the spa as well? They have an amazing masseuse there if my research is correct.” Hondo once again said nothing. But at least his focus stuck on her, and her small massage. With her small, delicate fingers, she couldn’t cover the entire surface of his palm. Still, she kept at it. “That book...” Rarity looked up as Hondo broke the silence. “What did you write down?” A smile formed on her face as she looked down at it. “These are suggestions,” she answered. “I did my research on this place. I found a few things you’d enjoy, and wrote them down.” She chuckled, giving him a little squeeze. “And now I’m adding more. Little by little, as you open up to me.” Surprise flashed across his face but was replaced by guilt soon after. “I’m... Sorry.” He looked down, narrowed his eyes, and pursed his lips. “I’m making you go through all this... All because I can’t deal with one little rejection like a man—” “No, no,” said Rarity. She gave him a strong squeeze, but his mood had already plummeted. Worry washed over Rarity’s face, but she quickly brushed it away. Showing it would only serve to put him down. Instead, she rubbed his palms again and showed him a gentle smile. “None of this is your fault. It’s normal. It’s natural to feel like this. Okay?” “Hmm...” It was clear that her words went in one ear and out the other by his expression. But Rarity was glad they were in there at all. She took a deep breath, then continued rubbing his palm. “Do you remember Drywood?” She caught the twitch of his ear as he looked up again. “Yeah...” he mumbled. The corner of his eyebrows turned down. “That was that... Pretty-boy wannabe, right? The one that tried to break your heart?” he grumbled. His choice of description made her smile. “I wish I didn’t… What about him?” “When he left me that day... You didn’t have to track him down and expose him for covering up his baldness.” Rarity was sure he remembered tearing the stupid, pompous wig off of Drywood in the town square. The blinding shine was unforgettable. “But you did. All to make me feel better.” “I’m your father,” he murmured. “That’s my job.” “Then I’m making it my job to do the same,” she said. “If I didn’t have you there, my heart would still be aching. So I’ll make sure you don’t have to feel the same way I did.” The buzzing of small conversation around them filled the silence they left behind. Rarity met Hondo’s eyes and almost drowned in their vulnerability. Desperation hid behind his gaze as if he needed Rarity’s words to be true. Then, a shift. He broke eye contact and hit her with something she never expected. “Okay.” It wasn’t much, but Rarity swore she could see the beginning of a smirk on his face. Her heart soared and she gave his hands a heavy squeeze. But it didn’t last long. “Your hands... Are very soft, Rarity.” “Years of good care will do that,” she said proudly. “So, is that a yes on the spa?” “Here’s your order.” Once again, their conversation came short thanks to the barista. He placed their drinks in front of them, then lowered a sizable basket of the madeleine sponge cakes. Their shell design matched the aesthetic of the place perfectly. But before her stomach could get the better of her, the barista placed two new items by their sides as well. “And a little bit of vanilla gelato on the house. It goes great with the cakes.” “Oh? What a nice showing of generosity.” The man smiled but shook his head. “Think nothing of it,” he explained. “Most people order it with the gelato anyway. And besides, I thought I’d do something special for such a happy couple.” The barista’s words came with a heavy pause around the table. What she thought was a mishearing was confirmed by Hondo soon after. “Couple…?” he asked. Their eyes met again, confirming their mutual confusion. “Um… well, we—” “We’re grateful for your kindness.” The quick wit from her years of business experience gave her the edge in speed over her father’s correction. Their eyes met again, but only Hondo displayed his confusion. “I’ll be sure to give this place my highest recommendation.” “Appreciate it, ma’am.” The barista adjusted his cap a final time before heading back to his post behind the counter. Rarity watched him until he was comfortably out of earshot, then turned back to her father. “A bit of free dessert couldn’t hurt, right?” she asked, lifting the spoon out from the gelato and into her mouth. It had the perfect amount of sweetness and went down like buttery silk. Then, she noticed the complex expression on her father’s face. “Did that bother you?” “N-No, um...” The sentence trailed off. Only after he took a sip of his coffee did he think to continue it. “It’s been... A long while since someone saw that in me.” Rarity hummed, then reached out for her father again. “You may not see it, but you are still fabulous,” said Rarity, giving him a quick once over. Years of exercise did him well, giving him a large, healthy body. A few laugh lines had formed over the years, but he was otherwise wrinkle-free. And Rarity knew men half his age with half the hair on his head. Drywood came to mind. She chuckled, then grabbed up a sponge cake. “At your age, with a body like that... Mom was quite foolish to let you go. I-If you don’t mind me saying, that is.” “I see.” Another sip of his coffee led to another heavy silence. But this time, Rarity could tell that his face was lighter. At the very least, he kept his hands from his pockets. “Rarity?” “Yes?” she chimed. He hummed, then plucked a madeleine from its spot, eating it whole. “About... That spa trip?” He took a deep breath and savored the buttery flavor of the cake. “I think I’d like that.” She smiled, then scooped up the book and her pen. “Another stop on the agenda!” Hondo Flanks did not come to this trip with much hope. Months had passed since that fateful day. The day he came home from work just a bit too early. The day he heard just a bit too much. The day he decided to investigate a sound coming from his bedroom door. That day played over and over in his head. What else could he have done? What else should he have said? Questions he knew had no real answer or meaning. None of it was coming back, no matter how long he held this ring. But he still held onto it. A worn silver band he placed on Cookie’s finger some twenty years ago. The same one she left on the counter the day after he last saw her. Sometimes, if he held it up to the light, he could see it shine like the first day he bought it. But those memories carried a tremendous weight. He lowered it before long each time. “Dad?” His ear twitched, and he came back to his senses. The buzz of the afternoon crowds returned in full force. “Are you alright?” “Yes... I’m fine.” He turned to the right, where Rarity joined him at his side. The look on her face said she didn’t believe him. Fair, considering his condition. “Um... Did you say something?” “No...” She looked down, giving away the real source of her worries. When his mind drifted, his hands would find the dull surface of the ring, as if it called to him. It brought back the memories. For better or worse. “Sorry.” He pulled his hand from his pocket and then took a deep breath. “Where to next?” Rarity’s expression instantly brightened. Her smile was one of the only things good enough to keep him on track. “It’s a secret, remember?” she answered. “We’re almost there, so...” Hondo nodded, then tried his best to keep his head straight. “I’m looking forward to it.” A short distance later, it came into view. A huge building placed right along a bend in the promenade’s path. The Royal Bay Fanatic’s Proshop. A two-story one-stop shop for all the sports memorabilia a fan could wrap their head around. The front displays were chock full of jerseys, sneakers, helmets, and everything else. “Hot dang… This place has gotta be twice as… no, three times as big as the one back home.” “After my thorough research, I’m quite confident that this is the ultimate sports fan experience.” She reached up and patted him on the back. “Want to head inside?” The look on his face answered the question for her. With a pleasant hum, she stepped forward, leading them into the shop. A blast of fresh air carried the smell of new equipment mixed with a natural pine scent. The store had four sections: basketball, baseball, soccer, and football. The latter was Hondo’s sport of choice. He kept several bits of memorabilia around the house, but nothing like this. He realized that his jaw must have hit the floor since Rarity was lit up like a Christmas tree. “This is all certainly something.” There was no destination in mind when he began walking. Shirts, mugs, cards, bobbleheads... There wasn’t anything missing. “So, what do you think?” asked Rarity. “Anything catching your eye?” “It’s... A lot to take in,” he admitted. Finally, they reached the football section near the back end of the store. It was a half circle of merchandise against the walls and in the aisles. Rows of teams he remembered cheering on in his childhood. He’d be lying if he said he felt nothing seeing them all together like this. One jersey caught his eye, near the left edge of the section. As he approached it, he was more certain. A beige body with green accents. He ran the back of his hand against the large, white numbers on the front. 04. “This was Bobby Bronco’s number back in ‘83. Ran 79 yards to take the lead against the Bridle Bucks.” “It’s a nice design,” commented Rarity. “A very down-to-earth color scheme.” Hondo hummed his agreement. “That’s the Hayseed’s colors,” he replied. “Used to be Ponyville’s team before they got drafted into the league. Changed their name after that.” “Ponyville used to have a football team?” Hondo nodded again, then turned his attention to the side. Posters of several different players hung there. Hondo searched for a quick moment before poking his finger at one. “That’s Bobby. Well, that’s what he looked like when I was your age.” He hummed, then looked over the rest of the posters. “Surprisingly they even stock the Hayseed’s stuff. They’re pretty hard to come by.” “Interesting...” Hondo pulled his hand away and looked down. There, Rarity was just as bright as ever. “Hm? Something wrong?” “You don’t have to try to keep up with me,” he said, averting his eyes. “I know this isn’t your kinda thing.” “Oh, that?” asked Rarity with a chuckle. “True, this isn’t my area of expertise...” She put her hand on his arm, then smiled again. “But this is the most we’ve talked in months. That’s enough for me, for now.” “I... Sorry.” Rarity rubbed his arm, smile never faltering. “Don’t be. I’m not offended.” She let him go, then turned her attention to the merchandise. “You said these were rare, right? They’d make perfect souvenirs, then!” Rarity brushed her hair aside before bending down to look through the mess of posters. “What do you say? This poster, maybe a shirt as well?” “That would be... U-uh...” The rest of his sentence came to a grinding halt in his throat. A few feet away, a shiny glint locked behind a pane of glass caught his eye. Rarity got back up a few moments later, then followed his locked gaze. “Are those rings?” she asked. “Quite the fancy design. I don’t suppose you see one you’d…” Rarity’s words stopped just like he did. But for her, it was after looking at Hondo’s expression. “D-Dad? What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” he lied. Rarity would see through something like that immediately. He had to come up with something else, fast. But nothing came. Drawing blanks and with pressure mounting, he reached for his pocket. But he never got there. Instead, his palm pressed into something soft. It locked with his fingers and gave him a tight squeeze. It was Rarity. He peeled himself away from the rings just in time to feel Rarity press her forehead into his chest. It wasn’t until her other hand wrapped around his back that he realized it was a hug. Hondo wasn’t sure how long she held him. The buzz of the store faded into a small whisper far away. Instead, Rarity filled his senses. The softness of her hands, the sweet scent coming off of her hair. The gentle heartbeat he felt against his stomach. She had him snared in her completely. But something was off. Instead of calming down, he could feel himself heating up. He began to notice Rarity’s finer features. The sweat rolled down her body. The faint heat from her breaths. The fullness of her chest pressed into him. Suddenly, these feelings overcame the others. And with that came something he hadn’t felt in months. “Have you calmed down?” she whispered. He blinked and his surroundings came back to him. His breath was shaky, but he needed to get air back in his lungs. He raised his free hand and pat her on the back. “Y-Yes, I’m fine.” Another shaky deep breath. Rarity squeezed his hand. “Are you sure?” she asked, pulling away enough to meet his eyes. “You’d tell me, right?” “Of course... Yes.” After studying his gaze for a bit, she stepped back and gave him space. But his hand was still in hers. “What happened?” Her eyes flicked to the ring display. To her, it was an innocuous row of fancy-looking rings with a team’s symbol on the front. But all they did was remind him of what was. “I’ll... I’ll tell you another time,” he murmured. Rarity looked ready to protest, but he gave her hand a small squeeze. The look in his eyes managed to make her yield. “Promise?” she asked, lips pursed and brow furrowed. Watching her brought that feeling around again. If Rarity noticed, she didn’t make it obvious. He took another deep breath, then nodded. “Promise.” There was another pause before Rarity let his hand go. He glanced at his palm, then rubbed his thumb across it. It already felt colder than before. “That’s good, then.” In her hand, she adjusted what she picked up before. Then, she turned to the register. “Let’s go pay for these, okay?” “Mhm...” Rarity made her way there, but Hondo’s feet were stuck in place. He closed his eyes and then took a deep breath. A fast heartbeat. A fire built up in his stomach. A powerful urge brewing beneath the surface of his pants. This was arousal. Potent enough to stir something that hadn’t been roused in months. Just thinking about it made the feeling return, thumping beneath his shorts. He opened his eyes and made his way to Rarity’s side. As he approached, she met his eye and smiled. There it was again, just as unmistakable as before. He quickly looked away. He must have crossed some lines in his head while vulnerable. Seen Rarity as her mother, or something equally as ridiculous. Then, it would be odd, but nothing to worry about. He had to believe that. The alternative… was too much to think about. “How about… no, no. A bit too crowded for my tastes.” “The spot doesn’t need to be perfect. As long as we can see the water, we’ll be fine.” As the sun began to set and light up the sky with beautiful light, the pair found themselves on the boardwalk. A six-mile-long stretch of sandy wood next to the sea. An attraction that brought many to watch the waves lap against the posts and the sun dip into the sea. It was also a great spot to fish if the season permitted. So Rarity wasn’t surprised to see many others with the same equipment they lugged around. Not surprised, but definitely annoyed. “We wouldn’t have to settle like this had I been a bit quicker in scheduling that boat,” grumbled Rarity. She reached into her bag and pulled out the notebook. As she flipped, she recalled crossing out several of the contents she had written down. The spa and aquarium visits were among them. At the bottom of the final used page was a boat tour on the water. “We could have been on the water with no distractions to worry about!” “No use crying over spilled milk, right?” asked Hondo. “Look on the bright side. Those brownies we had before coming here were good.” “That is true...” If she closed her eyes, she could still remember her first, delicious bite. An experience she’d keep with her forever. “Though I should be careful. I can already feel my figure suffering for my desires.” “Hmm...” hummed Hondo. His head tilted away from her until he was looking out towards the sea. “I think you look good.” “Right...” Rarity pursed her lips. Something odd had happened. She couldn’t be sure when, but there was a definite shift in her father’s demeanor. He was more talkative, which was a plus, but also more timid. She couldn’t remember the last time he looked her in the eye when she spoke. It was always off to the side, or down at his toes. It was no secret that it worried her, but she tried to keep focused on the good. After a small sigh, her smile returned. They continued walking for the better part of 10 minutes, chatting every now and then. Rarity noticed the people thinning out and found a decent spot soon after. Hondo dropped the tackle box on the ground between them, then leaned his rod against the railing. Rarity did the same. “A little late, but...” Hondo leaned down and popped open the tackle box. Inside was a small portion of bait, a few flashy lures, and some hooks. He grabbed two of the latter out and came back up. “Do you know how to set up a rod?” “I’m afraid not,” she admitted with a chuckle. “Is it complicated?” “N-No...” There it was again. That nervous tremble in his voice. Rarity thought little of it as he grabbed his pole by the neck and brought it down to his eye level. “It’ll be quick. Take this.” Hondo opened his palm, handing her the other hook. She pinched it from his hands and held it carefully. “It’s like tying a knot. Might be easy for you.” Hondo showed her how to fasten the hook to the line, then moved on to baiting the hook and attaching the lure. Hondo’s voice was soft, and he was patient with her mistakes. Finally, after a bit more setup, Rarity’s rod was ready for the water. “Not bad for a first try, no?” she laughed. “So, what’s next?” “Next is the fishing part,” he answered. He pointed to a small red button at the top of the pole’s handle. “Press that. It’ll loosen the line and let you throw it.” “Okay...” There was a small click following his instructions. Looking for confirmation, she got it in the form of a small nod. Back at the pole, she raised her hands above her head. “Like this?” “More like...” Hondo began to reach for her elbow but flinched, stopping in his tracks. He pulled away, opting to point from afar instead. “B-Bend your arms a little more. To throw it further, I mean...” “Mhm...” She followed his instructions, then flicked her wrists forward. There wasn’t much power behind her toss, but the hook sailed through the air and landed some dozen feet away. “Oh! That was good, right?” “Yup,” said Hondo. The smile forming on his face told her he was truthful. She hummed in delight, then leaned into the railing, watching the waves. “I’ll do mine, now.” Rarity turned her attention to the hook bobbing in the water. As she knew it, this was the majority of fishing. A moment of calm in a hectic day. The sun spilled into the sea, rippling along the water’s surface. When she closed her eyes, she could feel the experience in other ways. The water beneath them lapped against the old bones of the boardwalk. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of the sea filled her lungs with each deep breath. It wasn’t her ideal way to relax, but she could definitely see the merit. “Ack!” The yelp pulled her back down to Earth. She opened her eyes and turned to her side, where Hondo held one hand in the other. She gasped and her eyes widened once she noticed the blood dripping down his thumb. “W-What happened?” asked Rarity. Hondo glanced up at her, then brushed his thumb against his shirt. He pulled it back, and the blood was wiped away. “Nicked my finger on the hook. Nothing crazy.” Rarity reached to her side, into her bag. A few seconds later, she returned with a box of bandaids. “Here, let me see it.” Without waiting for a response, she cast her pole aside and reached for his hand. Hondo flinched, but let her grab his hand. “You really ought to be more careful.” “Yeah…” She pulled a bandage from the box and began dressing the wound. She could feel his nervous twitches while she held him. She fit the bandage around his thumb, then smiled at her work. “That should do it,” she said with confidence. Her thumb brushed over the bandage for good measure before she looked up at him again. “Maybe we should... Dad?” “H-Huh?” he stammered. His pale cheeks flushed red, almost up to the ears, and sweat rolled down his face. He could only meet her gaze for a second before flickering somewhere else. “What’s wrong?’ “I should be asking you,” she whispered. She squeezed his hand, careful not to stress his wound. “You’re as red as a beet. Not to mention how strange you’ve been acting since earlier.” Hondo’s eyes widened, and then he looked away. “Ah, t-that...” he murmured. “There’s nothing wrong, just, um... Thinking.” There was more to it than that. Rarity could tell by his expression. So she smiled, trying to put him at ease. “I’ll listen if you want to talk,” assured Rarity. “Any time.” Hondo’s ear twitched, and he pursed his lips. His eyes focused on his injured hand. He took a deep breath, then another, before finally meeting Rarity’s eyes again. “Those rings... Do you remember them?” Rarity nodded and he continued. “Your mother... Back when we were going steady in college, she came to one of my games. A championship match between another team. We won by a hair, but I felt more alive than even at that moment.” Then, out of the blue, he laughed. Rarity blinked, unsure if she was seeing it right. “I was so overcome with emotion that when I met her after the game, I... I went and proposed right there, in front of the whole team, with what I had.” “One of those rings...” Rarity murmured. Hondo confirmed it with a nod. “My lucky Hayseed’s Championship ring replica. Cost all my allowance right out of high school. I damn near couldn’t afford books when my dad shipped me off.” He sighed, then shook his head. “I just... Seeing those things again led me down memory road. One led to the next until... Well you can probably guess.” Rarity bit her lip and shook her head. “Sorry...” she said. “I must have brought back bad memories.” Again, Hondo laughed. It was a warm gesture, which was even more surprising. “Don’t apologize. You couldn’t have known.” His thumb brushed over hers, and he tilted his head to the side. “Y’know, Rarity… you’re a lot like your mother sometimes.” He hummed, then clarified. “I mean that in a good way. Before she... Before everything happened... She was thoughtful and kind. Not to mention more beautiful than I ever deserved.” It was basic flattery. A compliment Rarity had received countless times in her life. But as Hondo laid himself bare for her to see, it felt more genuine than anything else. So genuine that she couldn’t help but get a little red herself. “She used to do this too,” he said, tapping her hand with his thumb. “Hold my hand and comfort me when stress got the better of me. What you did in the shop earlier... Reminded me of that, I guess.” Then he slipped free of her hands, bent down, and picked up the hook he dropped. “I’ve been... Avoiding you because of that. Touching you or looking too long. So... That’s why.” Rarity kept silent and watched Hondo fix up his pole. He was much faster than she was and managed to cast out on the water in a flash. Once he did, he leaned forward like she did, admiring the scenery. Her heartbeat was fast, but she still slipped close to him, until her shoulder touched his. “I’m no replacement for Mom,” she murmured. “But if it would comfort you to touch me... I wouldn’t mind.” Hondo glanced over, eyebrow raised and mouth open. He blinked a few times, then turned back to the ocean. “G-Got it.” he stuttered. The sun had finally dipped all the way down, leaving the ocean dark. Now, the features of their faces were harder to make out. Rarity was silently thankful for this, though. For her, whose face was surely beaming red, it couldn’t have come at a better time.

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Hondo Flanks,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Human,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Two Nights in Paradise

Rarity takes her recently separated father on a trip. Due to a little mischief, they grow much closer than either could have imagined.

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<p>After years of happy marriage, Hondo Flanks found himself abandoned when his wife left him for a much younger guy. Now he cruises through each day, heartbroken when remembering what he lost.</p><p>His daughters devise a plan to get him back on his feet: A weekend vacation to the Royal Bay Resort. Packed to the brim with her father's favorite activities, Rarity is certain that this will pull him out of his slump. </p><p>But when Sweetie decides to add a little mischief into the mix, the two of them are thrust into a situation neither is prepared for. </p><hr/><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Incest, impregnation, and Sweetie Belle doing a little bit of trolling</span><br/>Commission for BigBeanPole<br/>Art is 3398051 on Derpibooru by artist ta-na</p><p>Have an idea you want to see come to life? Check out my <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9ut8qR11rpomlpYWZXwGNr23Otdvvlyzqy7UhsW4a4smKUw/viewform?usp=sf_link" rel="nofollow">Commissions!</a></p>

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2024-08-12T04:15:49+00:00

“Seems like it was a good idea to leave early.” Their return to the hotel felt like what they should have seen this morning. Countless conversations flooded the lobby with endless buzz. The front desk was busy with double the workers tending to customers. Hondo made a mental note to thank Rarity for leaving the house when she did. “Plenty of folks who just touched down, I bet.” With all the people around, a thought popped into Hondo's head. He slipped his phone from his pocket and then tapped the screen a few times. “Heard anything from Sweetie since this morning?” “Not a peep,” she answered with a frown. “Not that I expected any less. With any luck, we’ll spend less than a grand on her newest escapades…” Hondo chuckled, which lifted Rarity’s mood. She pulled out her own phone. “I’ll leave her a text that we’re heading to our room.” “I’d appreciate that.” With the sun down and plenty of new memories, they were both ready to call it for the night. The elevators to the rooms were on either side of the front desk. So, after cutting through the crowds, they boarded an elevator. Behind them was a couple, with bags under their eyes. Hondo could only imagine their journey to get to this point. Once they were all in, they each pressed their buttons. The couple pressed the ninth floor, while Hondo thumbed the 'L' button near the top. The doors closed and Hondo relaxed with a sigh. "Oh? You managed to get a room up there?" The speaker was one of the two women they boarded with. She hummed in delight, then continued. "We were lucky to snag one last year. So expensive, but so worth it." "That's good to hear," chimed Rarity. "To be honest, I was a bit worried. We left our reservation in my sister's hands, and I wasn't sure what to expect." The other lady laughed and nodded her head. "Your sister has good taste and deep pockets," she said. "Just try not to get too wild away up there. The staff were getting tired of swapping our sheets out every 20 minutes." The two shared a chuckle, as Hondo raised his eyebrow. "What do you—" His sentence ran short as the elevator beeped with a shrill ding. They’d reached the ninth floor just in time. the doors opened and the couple stepped off. "Enjoy yourselves!" called the first woman. They managed to slip in a smile before the doors closed them off. Once again alone, Hondo sighed. Though his mind still held on to her words. “That’s a little odd, no?” Rarity muttered under her breath, but Hondo still caught it. Looking over, he saw her fiddling with her room key. “It seems like our room number is ‘L03’. Did Sweetie book us a penthouse suite, by chance?” “Seems so,” Hondo tapped the metal panel next to the buttons on the elevator. The button he pressed was above the numbered floors. It was also surrounded by a heart carved into the metal. “Weird naming convention they have here. I almost thought L meant the lobby.” “Yeah…” Rarity fiddled with the card in her hands, a pensive look on her face. “L, huh…?” The shrill beep from before cut her short, and the elevator came to a slow halt. The doors opened and revealed the floor to them. Even from a glance, Hondo could tell this place was special. “L03, right?” he asked, stepping forward into the hallway. "I think I see the door." Behind him, Rarity took a deep breath, then followed along. The door was a surprising distance away from the elevator. At least 30 feet separated L01 and L02, and there were only four rooms in total. “Looks like this is it,” she said, stopping in front of their marked door. She waved the card before the reader and waited. A second later, the lock disengaged and allowed them in. She pushed the door in, but it barely budged. Hondo pressed his palm above her head to help, noting how heavy the door was. But that observation flew right out of his mind once he laid eyes on the rest of the room. “W-Wait.” His eyes flicked back and forth, taking in the room all at once. His jaw hit the floor as he croaked out the next sentence. “This is our room...?” Every inch of the place oozed luxury. Large windows on the far wall led to a balcony peeking over the sea and the city. Twinkling lights signaled every nighttime attraction the area had to offer. A single bed touched the wall to their right. It was wider than he was tall and adorned with fancy linens worth more than his salary. Underneath it were dim red lights bathing the entire room in a rosy ambiance. Forget oozing it, this room was the embodiment of luxury. But there was definitely more to this room than that. "U-Um..." Hondo glanced down, at the bedside table next to the bed. There, clear as day, was a box of condoms and a huge bottle of lube. Against the far right wall was a vending machine. There were enough dildos, fleshlights, and body oils to make a pornstar blush. Hondo stood no chance. “T-There's some mistake, right?” “A mistake, r-right. Room service m-must've gotten confused.” Hondo glanced at Rarity who nervously fiddled with the card in her hands. Hondo looked around again, spotting the phone on the other side's nightstand. He shuffled over to it, then ripped it off the receiver and began dialing. “I-I'll get this fixed. You don't have to… to touch anything.” “Yes… thank you.” He turned his attention back to the phone as the dial tone sounded. He took a deep breath and focused on it, drowning out everything else. Before long, the phone clicked, and a familiar voice rang out. “Hello, this is Prim with room service. How may we help you?” Her answer was frantic, which made sense considering the commotion going on in the lobby. “Hey, um, hi,” Hondo stuttered. “Me and my daughter- uh Hondo Flanks and Rarity, I mean… there was a mix-up in our rooms?” He shuffled in place and tapped his finger against the wood. “I-Is it possible that we could get our rooms changed?” For a while, there was no response. He could hear the frantic voices of others and the tapping of keyboards, but there was no Prim. Hondo wondered if he should ask again, but a long sigh interrupted that thought. “I knew this was gonna be a pain in the ass.” “W-What?” “Sorry.” She almost apologized before he responded. There was some more keyboard noise, and then she continued. “There's been no mix-up. Those are the rooms you paid for.” “B-But—” “I had a feeling that this was a mistake, so I held a room for the two of you in the likely event that you'd request it.” Hondo's face lit up, but Prim had more to say. “But due to the sudden influx of customers, I had to give away our last reserve room. Yours.” “So… there's no available room you can switch us with?” “Afraid not. We're fully booked.” Prim let out another sigh, then said the next words under her breath. “Something I wished even half of these people would understand.” “Maybe there’s another hotel we can stay in nearby?” He peeked behind him. Rarity was still fiddling with the card in silence. He was glad she found something to focus on that wasn't... everything around them. “You’re welcome to try, but if we’re this backed up, I doubt they’ll have much more room than us.” He gripped the neck of the phone hard and bit down on his lip. His mind raced a mile a minute to find a solution, but nothing he came up with was simple or easy. “Look, Mr. Flanks, I can try to squeeze you in elsewhere tomorrow morning at the earliest. It'd best to work with what you have and wait it out. Sit back and relax, don’t touch the TV, and everything will be fixed by morning, all right?” “Y-Yes, of course… thank you.” Prim’s goodbye barely reached Hondo’s ears as he lowered the phone toward the receiver. The small click returned the room to the silence they’d stepped in once they first entered. He took a deep breath to collect his thoughts, then turned back to Rarity. Their eyes met only for a second before Hondo had to look away. “You might’ve caught a bit of that, but it looks like we’re stuck here for the moment.” “Y-Yes, I heard.” She took a deep breath of her own, which Hondo guessed was for similar reasons. “Unfortunate.” “I-I’ll sleep in the car,” said Hondo as soon as the thought left his mind. “Then, first thing in the morning is a new room. Two rooms! I-If not here, then somewhere else—” “No, that... won’t do.” Her rejection floored Hondo, who watched her with a worried expression. She took her first step into the room proper, leaving her purse on the bed. It was big enough to fit the two of them if they kept close. “This vacation is for you. I won't let you squeeze into the car for my sake.” "I don't want you to do that for my sake, either." Their eyes met. Hondo could see the determination behind them. She wouldn't be budging on this. “Then... what should we do?” “Well… it will be a unique experience, certainly.” She chuckled, but Hondo could see past her demeanor. Her voice was shaky, and she forced that laugh. With how red her ears were, he could guess she was just as embarrassed as he was. “We can hide and ignore the, erm… extras.” “Alright...” He sighed again, then took another look around the room. Maybe there was some kind of silver lining in this situation. Unfortunately, his search only returned the extras Rarity mentioned. Worse, it reminded him of the odd feelings he hadn't quite shaken from earlier. But after a closer look, Hondo noticed something interesting on the balcony. He stepped toward the window and confirmed it. “A hot tub…” he murmured. He turned back to Rarity, catching her ear twitch as he spoke. “L-Looks like they went all out with this room, huh?” “It seems so,” she responded blankly. “Like the spa from earlier, right?” he continued. “I even think it's the same model... m-maybe smaller.” He glanced behind him again, this time catching Rarity peeking in his direction. She'd stopped fiddling with the card and began listening to him. "W- Who knows? Maybe we could get a dip in before we have to go, haha..." She hummed. in response, but said nothing, leaving Hondo to wonder if his attempt to cut the tension was effective. But, after an awkward pause, he got a clear answer. "Yes... Yes!" Rarity shot to her feet and clenched her fist. Even Hondo was a bit shocked at the sudden fire in her eyes and her confident stance. “A bit of a bump in the road, but nothing to stumble over!” She took a deep breath and then put her fist over her chest. “First, a shower. Then we’ll relax, as we should. Yes.” She stomped toward the bathroom, on the left side of the room from the door, and entered quickly. “I’ll be quick!” “Take your time!” he called back. There were a few minutes of silence before the sound of the shower kicking to life rang through the room. Only then did Hondo finally relax and take a deep breath. He was ready to fall to his knees if the pressure stacked on any higher. He found a spot on the opposite side of the bed and plopped down. Now that he was alone, he could finally gather himself and think clearly. At least, that's what he assumed. With Rarity out of the room, he actually began to give himself another look. Goosebumps formed on his arms as the room's scent brushed over them. The warm embrace of vanilla and sandalwood left him jittery. No matter how many deep breaths he took, he wouldn't calm down. So in the end, he blamed the room for the noticeable tent pitched in his shorts. “Come on… calm down,” he murmured, barely higher than a breath. He made sure Rarity was still in the bathroom before reaching down for his pants. He pulled out the waistband and gave himself some space to breathe. But the sleeping dragon underneath wouldn't calm down with just some fresh air. “Geez… what is wrong with me…?” He continued pulling until his pants and boxers reached his knees and fell down to his ankles. And there it was. It thumped with his heartbeat, eager to be handled after months of neglect. Even as he grabbed hold of it, he couldn't believe it. But believe it or not, he was gonna have to do something about it. “This has to be quick,” he breathed, tightening his grip. He pumped himself twice to test the waters. A bit of precum dripped out and onto the carpet. “Okay… okay…” Hondo couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so excited. His entire body hummed with pleasure on each stroke. His heart surged with fire on every beat. His mind wandered to places he’d normally never go. Yet it was only in these places that he could achieve this endless libido. He grabbed his shirt tight and closed his eyes. In his mind, an image began to form. He saw wide hips, a plump bottom, and a full bosom, before him in their full glory. The image shifted a bit more, eventually forming a very familiar frame. It was Rarity... and she’d taken after her mother in more ways than one. Her lips were full and soft, and her hands were delicate. He imagined them taking hold of his cock. Gently, as she would. “Y-Yeah... like that… hmm…” He pulled Rarity into him, hugging her soft ass in one hand while cupping her breasts in the other. She looked up at him, with those gorgeous blues as his lips met hers. He could only imagine how sweet she’d taste. “God… Rarity…” His visions distorted as he got more into it. His jerking got more intense, and his balls began to shake and sputter. It had been a long time, but he could never forget this feeling. He grunted, curled his toes inward, and bit his lip. But at the peak of his pleasure, reality clawed its way back into him. His surroundings exploded into focus, enough to make him gasp in shock. First of all, he hadn’t prepared anything to clean up. What would he tell Rarity when she finally finished up in the shower? Second of all, and more importantly, the shower was no longer running. Hondo dove for his shorts as questions raced through his mind. What the hell was all that about? How long had the shower been off? Was Rarity standing behind him right now as he was exposed? He grabbed his shorts, pulled them up quick, and fiddled with the button. Finally decent, he whipped around in a hurry, an excuse hot on his tongue. “R-Rarity, I…!” Before he could finish, he choked back the words. He would be talking to no one. He took a few deep breaths, nearly crashing to the ground before his adrenaline spiked up once more. The small click of the bathroom door signaled Rarity’s arrival. She poked her head out first, hair completely wrapped in a towel, and glanced in his direction. “Did you call me, Dad?” “N-No, not at all!” he exclaimed. He shuffled towards the bed, making sure his lower half was completely covered by it. “Done in the shower?” “Almost. I forgot to get my swimsuit.” Finally, she stepped out from behind the door. Her body was covered in a towel, but it did little to actually hide her figure. It sloped off her breast, draping her body in a curtain. Hondo grabbed the edge of the sheets hard enough to turn his knuckles white. “I-I’ll go take my shower then…” Hondo spun on his heel and reached the corner of the room in one big step. There was the luggage brought up that morning. He threw open his suitcase but froze once he saw what was in it. “Hm?” Rarity joined him at his side. Her eyes fell on a piece of clothing sticking out atop the rest. She put a hand on her suitcase before realizing what she was looking at. “Is that… a speedo?” “I-I… um…” He pinched the edge and lifted it out of the pile. It was barely bigger than his palm. If he put this on, he’d be one good stretch from snapping it. Add his restless erection into the mix, and there was no chance. “I d-didn’t pack this! I didn’t even know I owned one of these!” With his other hand, he began sifting through the rest of the clothes with reckless abandon. “M-Maybe they got things mixed up… Y-You should check yours too!” “Y-Yeah.” She unzipped her suitcase, popping it open to a surprise of her own. Once Hondo realized what she packed, his heart shot right into his throat. “W-What is…?” It was underneath a small slip of paper, but Rarity’s bikini was impossible to miss. Though it was a bit hard to call it that. One continuous line of black string, only slightly wider to cover its wearer’s delicates. Or, attempt to. Like his, it sat on top of other folded clothes. The note on top also grabbed his attention, which Rarity picked up. She opened it and began scanning its contents. If Hondo hadn’t been able to read it himself, he wouldn’t have believed it. Wear this, and I promise Dad will perk right up! ~ SB “I’m going to kill her.” She crushed the paper the moment Hondo finished reading. A dark expression replaced her last one. One Hondo saw directed at Sweetie Belle only a few times in the past. She’d be lucky if she could crawl to the hospital afterward. But Hondo’s attention was far from his youngest daughter. That honor belonged to the string bikini. If he stared any harder, his eyes would roll from his head. No amount of reason was going to keep his mind from wandering wherever it wanted to go at that moment. So instead of trying to shackle it, he let it go. Without a word, he got to his feet and turned away. In a few quick stomps, he was behind the bathroom door, sealing himself in with the click of the lock. The bathroom was as luxurious as the room it belonged to, but Hondo had little time for admiration. He spent a moment fiddling with the button but soon tore his shorts from his bottoms. His shirt went next, both falling in a pile at the foot of the impressive bathtub. After his boxers, he was in the nude. He mellowed out to a half-chub, but the blood still pumped strong. A few seconds later, he was back to his full size. With one foot in the tub, he cranked the faucet open, blasting his back with warm water. His palm slammed against the far wall with a dull thud, his other gripping him tight like he had before. A few pumps and he was already back to his breaking point. “F-Fuck…” he grumbled. His fingers slowly scraped against the tile until he could ball them up in a fist. Those long, harsh jerks rattled his core and ran pleasure down his spine. A low, grave groan escaped him as he parted his lips. “Rarity, I-I… hnng!” He grunted, finally breaking the limit he couldn't before. He ripped the cum out of him with another sharp jerk of the shaft. It roped forward and splat against the wall, followed by another right after. He shoveled air into his lungs with long, ragged breaths and pressed his forehead to the wall. The water washed away what it could, but not enough. Hondo could still see the mark he left behind. The pitter-patter of water soon filled the silence like TV static. Hondo kept his eyes squarely on the cum dripping from the wall. His entire body buzzed with energy in a way he hadn't felt in years. Despite that, his mind was calm. There was only a single thing he could think about. Unfortunately, it was the one he wanted to avoid the most. He’d done all he could to suppress it, beat it, and forget it, but there was no avoiding it now. He wanted to fuck his daughter. He reached towards the handles and turned until ice-cold water crashed against his back. He shivered at first, but after a few deep breaths, he adjusted. He looked upward, letting the water wash away the sweat from his face, chest, and lower half. After that, he lost track of time. He could have been under the water for hours and he wouldn’t have known. After some time, he decided to put his stalling to an end. He wasn't sure how yet, but he had to face his daughter again. He cleaned himself like normal and wrapped up in one of the hotel towels they’d provided. It was very soft and warm to the touch, he at least had that to comfort him. In his hurry, he’d made the same mistake Rarity did. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Sometime during his shower, he realized that he brought the Speedo along. It was balled up and hidden in his fist, for now. It was for the best, he thought. The first thing he noticed out of the door was Rarity. She sat on the bed, hands in her lap, gaze downward. At least, until he stepped forward. Her face was flush, but that was normal for a young woman in her position. Hondo tried to think little of it. “Hey,” he offered. She sat up straight as he spoke. Peeking over to the corner, he found his suitcase still open and hers closed shut. “Um… did you not get a chance to change?” “Oh! S-Something like that…” Rarity placed a hand over her chest, which was still wrapped up in her towel. “Sorry. I’ll let you use the bathroom now if you’d like.” He made his way over to his suitcase quickly, cracking it open with one hand while the other held his towel in place. “We can talk about how we’ll get to sleep after we both get something on. How’s that sound?” “What about…” Rarity’s sentence trailed off. But after Hondo followed her gaze, he could guess what she meant. “You were quite excited about it, is all.” “Right…” hummed Hondo. He glanced outside the window, at the hot tub. He gave the speedo a squeeze before turning back. “It’s unfortunate, but… it’s not like we can go in with, uh… what we have.” “We could keep our towels on,” said Rarity. Her words were enough to freeze Hondo in place. Only for a quick moment, though. “Besides… speedos don’t have to be embarrassing. For some, they're... dignified.” “Dignified…” Hondo repeated. He opened his palm, revealing the crumpled swimwear again. It hadn’t grown on him since the last time he looked. Then, his mind switched gears, posing the natural question that came with wearing it. “Will you be wearing… um—” “A shirt!” she yelped. He turned to her, noticing the intensity in her blush. Surely, he wasn’t much better. “That would be okay… right?” “R-Right.” He looked at the speedo in his hands one last time, then clenched his hand around it. ‘I’ll, um… be right back.” “Mhm.” Hondo got to his feet again and slipped into the bathroom. Alone again, he took a deep breath and unfurled his towel. He was pretty calm but still volatile. If he was any more riled up, he’d never be able to fit. To his surprise, it was easier to get it on than he thought. It stretched around his big legs and snapped snugly against his half-chub. A few adjustments later, and he was covered. Well, as covered as a speedo would allow. He slipped the towel back on and left the room in a hurry. There, he found Rarity sitting on the bed as if she hadn’t moved a muscle. He even had to take a few steps out of the bathroom for her to look up at him. She smiled, but her bright red blush was here to stay. Again, Hondo tried his best to ignore it. She stood up as he reached the foot of the bed, and joined him by his side. Hondo wanted to speak, but no words came to his head. So instead, they reached the door in silence. Once he slid it open, the subtle sounds of the nighttime attractions far below filled the air. The balcony was bigger than he first thought. There was a table and chairs in one corner, and a large parasol to cover it. Of course, there were also a bunch of sex toys lying around. He bit his lip. He was already fighting against the speedo down below. “Oh…” Rarity hummed. Hondo peeked over at her, catching her glance at the hot tub. Unlike the greater area, the hot tub was smaller than anticipated. There were two platforms inside, one elevated up to be a seat, while the center dipped further down to be a floor. If either of them wanted to soak, they could. But both of them would be an issue. “You can… go first.” “R-Really?" Rarity nodded. "Okay…” He took a quick breath, then dipped his foot into the bubbling water. It wasn’t as hot as he expected, but the churning water felt great. He was able to slip right down, taking his seat on the left side. As he suspected, even pulling his legs in as much as they’d go, he couldn’t give Rarity much space. “Uh… there’s not a lot of space, but—” There was a small thud next to him. It was Rarity’s towel falling to her ankles. His instincts pulled his gaze upward next. The bikini. It was every bit as glorious as he imagined it would be on her. But this was no illusion. When she bent down, the string clung to her, highlighting her delicates. She entered the water in one smooth motion, then pressed herself against him. “Hm… not as hot as I expected.” Her voice was little more than a murmur, but it didn’t matter. Her words went in through one ear and out the other. Every bit of Hondo’s body was laser-focused on sending this sensation to every inch of itself. His hands twitched as his eyes slipped down her front. “Y-You’re… um… shirt…?” croaked Hondo. Her breasts sat half-submerged under the foaming waters. The faded pink outline of her areola was still very visible, though. Rarity turned to the side, enough to meet her father’s gaze. “It didn’t seem n-necessary.” “W-Why’s that?” With Rarity so close, Hondo could feel her every move. In fact, all his senses caught fire. Her sweet shampoo scent was incredible. Subtle notes of coconut that he could almost taste on his tongue. Every few moments, she shifted in place, squeezing his growing bulge between her ass. “I noticed how… excited you were before your shower, and… my mind started to race.” She shifted again, catching him just like she did before. The little whine she let out only served to rile him up further. “Were you aroused by the outfit? Did you imagine it on mom, or…” She lifted her hand from the water, reaching for his on the side. Grasping it from behind, she gently lifted it, bringing it to her chest. Hondo gasped as they connected. It was just as soft as he imagined, and then some. His fingers sunk into her with little effort like marshmallows. He slipped past the bikini’s meager defense with a flick of his finger, wiggling her nipple from its place. He latched onto it next, gently pinching it between his thumb and index finger. Rarity’s other hand went down the front, easily finding Hondo’s package over his towel. A few gentle rubs were all it took to convince him to unfurl it and let her at the real goods. His tip poked out from the top of the speedo, giving Rarity enough leeway to travel inside and down the shaft. Once she reached the bottom, she leaned back fully, until her back pressed against his chest. “Go ahead,” she urged, voice low and sultry. She even squeezed his hand for good measure. “Touch me all you’d like…” “Are you sure…?” he asked, matching her volume. In response, she let out a small chuckle, then rubbed his shaft back up the way she came with two fingers. “Mhm.” She leaned into a surprise kiss, giving Hondo a taste of her lips. A tart cherry he enjoyed more than he should. He pulled her in, indulging in the desire despite his common sense. Then again, he was far beyond listening to it, anyway. His other hand slipped under the water, past the curve of her stomach and to the plump mound above her pussy. His fingers ran through her neatly shaved bush, down to her clit. She gasped on his lips once he prodded it above the fabric, and again when he brushed past it to get to her lips below. Once he pressed past her lips and into her velvety folds, he went in, sticking his tongue in her mouth to meet hers. “Hmm…” Hondo pulled her as close as she could come. He flicked her nipple back and forth with his right hand, while his left went exploring. He gently scraped along her walls and the roof, looking for the right spot. By the way she shivered in his grasp, he could tell he’d found it. Meanwhile, with Rarity’s deft movements, she managed to slip his cock out of its tight restraints. Hondo shifted a bit, letting the speedo drift down his thighs. Now with full access, she grabbed him like a stick-shift, rocking him back and forth. Every time they broke apart for air, Hondo would dive back in, like a beast giving into its animalistic urges. The passion that set his body ablaze gave birth to a level of desire he had no hope of controlling. When Rarity finally escaped his grasp, it was to let out a flighty moan deep from her chest. Her body shook and pussy squeezed tight around his fingers. He pulled them from her as she settled down and caught her breath. The kisses found a new home on her neck. She enjoyed them if her humming was anything to go by. His left hand emerged from the water, grabbing her other tit in his grasp. Rarity lifted her hips enough to guide his cock between her ass. There, she wiped it along her soft cheeks, only arousing him more. Once it reached the middle again, he thrust forward and slipped out front. “Rarity…” he murmured. “Can I...?” A small pause, before Rarity gave his hand another squeeze. “Please… but…” Rarity left his grasp and got to her feet in one motion. Water rolled off the curve of her ass as it broke the surface. She stepped forward then bent down, reaching for something off in the distance. Hondo focused on the delicious meal right in front of him. The sight of her pussy all but crammed into the thin fabric was irresistible. He peeled her from the bikini, then spread her open with his thumb. The dripping peachy pink looked too good to be true. He followed Rarity up, holding his dick straight in one hand. The head split her lips just enough to scrape the pink inside, then slipped downward. He pressed against her again, ready to break in, but respected Rarity's wishes. Soon, she came back with what she had been searching for. “Protection,” she murmured. “W-We don’t want any surprises… is all.” “Right...” He took the condom from her and split the wrapper open. His nervous excitement had him fumbling with it for a bit, but he wrapped up before long. His hands found their place on her hips before he got back into the proper position. He gave her a warning squeeze before pressing forward. After she braced herself, he pushed forward and buried a third of his shaft inside at once. Rarity yelped in surprise, but it fizzled into a whine as he trudged on. She held onto every inch with a fierce grip, but Hondo pushed along, determined to reach the end. He pulled her in around halfway, sliding the last half in with ease. He retreated quickly to the tip but was careful not to slip out. Excited as he was, he didn't want to get carried away in his eagerness. He pushed forward again, squeezing through her easier this time. Hondo went for one last gentle prod before his hips decided he'd had enough. He shot forward, savoring the squish of her ass against his thighs. Not to mention Rarity's rewarding moan. He did it again, and her front half fell down, tits pressed into the flooring. Rarity let him know how she felt as she wiggled her hips on his dick. “You feel so good,” hummed Hondo. He chased her down, pressing his chest into her back. One hand held him up while the other slipped further down once again, finding her clit. “So warm, tight…” Rarity took a sharp breath once his rough fingers feathered along the nub of her clit once again. “You’re perfect.” “D-Dad, I—” Her sentence was cut short by a sharp yelp. That gentle pinch was enough to get her shaking. Her pussy grasped wildly at his shaft as he pumped through. He rubbed it with his thumb in time with his thrusts. “O-Oh… yes…!” Rarity covered her mouth, but the moan still crept through. Hondo slowed down to his original pace as she leaked beneath him. After a bit of shaking and a few more moans, Hondo slipped out of her, letting her drip into the frothing waters below. He waited for her to recover, taking a few deep breaths himself. She peeked behind her once she was back to normal. “Did you…” She glanced down, noticing his full erection still ready to go. Instead of answering her, Hondo placed a hand on her inner thigh and lifted it until she flipped over onto her back. In this position, only her feet were still submerged in the tub. “Rarity,” whispered Hondo. His eyes dropped down to her chest, where he placed a firm kiss above her breast. “Rarity…” “Hmm?” Hondo didn’t answer, instead planting another kiss a bit higher up. This close, he swore he could feel her heartbeat. It was wild and grew stronger with each kiss. She reached around his neck, holding him close as his smooches traveled north. Once he pecked her neck, he leaned back, meeting her eyes again. “I want you.” Her eyes widened at his sudden confession. If Rarity’s face could have gotten redder, it would have then. She looked away, but Hondo grabbed her attention back once he grabbed her hand in his. “It may be… no, it is wrong… but it's the truth.” Hondo gave her hand a squeeze, then gathered determination behind his eyes. When she looked back, he could tell the gears in her mind were turning. Then, after a short wait, she returned his squeeze. “Then… take me.” Her free hand left his neck, sliding up to his face. Her thumb brushed against his thick sideburns. “For tonight… I’m yours.” The words passed right through his chest and grabbed hold of his heart. Any lingering doubt washed away right then. He waited only a moment before getting back to it. Lining himself up with Rarity’s dripping pussy, he teased her with a few long rubs against the lips. “I’m going to put it back in.” Rarity nodded, but Hondo was already working his way forward. As wet as she was, he had no trouble breaking through again. Hondo let out a long sigh, finishing once he hilted himself inside. With his hands propping him up on both sides of her body, he was off to the races. It was a complete shift from before. The soft, cautious strokes he started with before were gone. He thrust forward with enough force to send ripples through her thighs, up to her stomach. She wrapped her hands around his arms for support, trying hard not to get blown away by his ferocity. The power was a match made in heaven with his stamina. Sweat rolled down his back as he pounded away, but he showed no signs of slowing down. If he did get tired, Rarity’s moans were more than enough to bring him back into top shape. But soon, Hondo could feel it. He was full of steam, but his body wouldn’t hold out. His balls squeezed and fell. His lower half felt like he’d dipped in the sun. His breaths were getting ragged, and Rarity knew it. Their eyes met, and he tipped over the edge. He leaned down, giving her one final kiss before he exploded. It had been so long, he’d forgotten what it felt like. Holding a woman he held dear in his arms, while cum spewed out of him like a broken pipe. Wave after wave, his balls pumped thick globs of white out of him and into Rarity’s warm embrace. She squeezed him tight, slurping up every bit of seed he had to offer her before asking for more. Yet once it came to an end, there was no emptiness. Rarity’s sweet lips spread warmth all over him. He held her for as long as his lungs would let him, before finally pulling away for the last time. When their eyes locked, it felt like they’d never break apart. They stayed like that for a while. Staring at each other, neither believing what happened. It was Rarity who finally looked away. Down, at where they connected. “That was quite… something.” Hondo’s eyes widened, and he stood up straight again. In the same breath, he slipped out of Rarity, surveying himself. The condom hung from his tip, heavy with cum. He let it rest on Rarity’s thigh as he slipped it off. “I got a little, erm... carried away,” he prattled. His hands were shaky as he wrapped the condom up, but he wasn’t nervous. Instead, he felt freed of some heavy burden. Discarding the rubber, he stepped back from Rarity’s body and gave her space to sit upright. Hondo was silent as he watched her move. Of course, his eyes drifted to the heft of her breasts and the wetness of her thighs. It looked like his shame had gone with his nerves. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” “No…” Rarity didn’t seem keen on adjusting her gaze, either. The thump of his cock reduced to a half-chub seemed to take up her headspace. Hondo hummed, then grabbed himself by the base of his shaft. “Looks like I haven’t quite calmed down yet,” he said with a chuckle. When there was no response, Hondo continued on his own. “I don’t think I can be calm if I’m with you…” That got a reaction. A cute wiggle of her ear, and her eyes flicking over to the side. Hondo chuckled again. “If you're still ready, then…” Rarity finally met his eyes again. He was sure they shared the same gaze at that moment. A lustful one, with some passion deeper in. He stepped forward again and wrapped his arm around her. His confidence was overflowing. And if he kept this up, so would his libido. “Should we go to bed?” he hummed. She scanned his eyes one last time, then nodded. “I'd...like that.”

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Hondo Flanks,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Human,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Two Nights in Paradise

Rarity takes her recently separated father on a trip. Due to a little mischief, they grow much closer than either could have imagined.

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<p>After years of happy marriage, Hondo Flanks found himself abandoned when his wife left him for a much younger guy. Now he cruises through each day, heartbroken when remembering what he lost.</p><p>His daughters devise a plan to get him back on his feet: A weekend vacation to the Royal Bay Resort. Packed to the brim with her father's favorite activities, Rarity is certain that this will pull him out of his slump. </p><p>But when Sweetie decides to add a little mischief into the mix, the two of them are thrust into a situation neither is prepared for. </p><hr/><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Incest, impregnation, and Sweetie Belle doing a little bit of trolling</span><br/>Commission for BigBeanPole<br/>Art is 3398051 on Derpibooru by artist ta-na</p><p>Have an idea you want to see come to life? Check out my <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9ut8qR11rpomlpYWZXwGNr23Otdvvlyzqy7UhsW4a4smKUw/viewform?usp=sf_link" rel="nofollow">Commissions!</a></p>

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2024-08-12T03:22:50+00:00

2024-08-12T03:22:50+00:00

Rarity’s morning was normal, to her surprise. Their reservation came with free breakfast, which sounded quite convenient. She freshened up, got dressed, and found a spot that wasn’t too crowded. Surprising, considering the commotion from last night. Her food was quick, hot, and looked quite good. That, plus a bit of help from a fresh cup of coffee, made for the perfect start to her day. “Rarity, come on! It’s no fun if you ignore me.” She looked up at the one calling her name, finding an annoyance trying to get her attention. “Oh? Are you ready to talk?” “Almost perfect.” Sweetie Belle didn’t seem to hear her murmur, which was fine by her. She put her fork down, wiped her mouth with the cloth near her plate, and then placed it back neatly. “What are you doing here?” “Wha… my prank,” she explained. “Y’know, the room, the swimsuit… did you not find—” “No, no, you misunderstand.” Rarity locked her fingers together, then rested her chin against them. “You must know that I’m going to retaliate. Most likely with violence.” She hummed behind her smile. “A smart trickster would be halfway across the world by now.” “O-Oh, that! Well, you didn’t do anything when I sat down, so…” Sweetie chuckled. Rarity could hear her nervousness. It put a smile on her face. “So… how did that work? Did one of you sleep on the floor or something?” “Hmm…” Rarity grabbed her cup and took a long sip. Her mind wandered to the moments when the sun first beamed through the windows. The warmth of the coffee reminded her of the tangled embrace. The deep brown color was reminiscent of his wide, unclouded eyes staring down at her. The lipstick stains on the cup like the ones she left on his lips. She closed her eyes and sighed. “How I wonder…” “Oh, you’re here too, Sweetie.” Rarity put her cup down and looked toward Hondo. Comparing him now to himself just yesterday was night and day. Purpose had returned to his steps. The droopy appearance he lugged around was more defined, and confident. He smirked once he got close enough to touch the table. “Good morning.” “Hey, Dad…” Sweetie Belle recognized it too, and Rarity noticed. As he took the seat beside Rarity in the booth, she kept a careful eye on him. “You look better.” “Ah, yes,” he answered. “The beds here are great for your back.” His attention shifted to Rarity’s plate. “Do you have a menu, Rarity?” “They use QR codes here. Let me see if I can get the website back.” She could feel Sweetie’s gaze on her next. She didn’t even back down when Rarity decided to stare back. “Oh? Does the soon-to-be deceased have something to say?” “Did you two… fuck?” All smugness dropped from her expression immediately. Her phone slipped from her grasp and crashed into the table. “Why would you—” “How did you…” They spoke over each other, but Hondo was just a bit louder. Rarity pursed her lips, feeling the embarrassment creep along her cheeks. “Oh my god, you super did!” Her jaw hit the floor as she turned back to Rarity. “Is that why you didn’t yell at me before? ‘Cause you let Dad clean your pipes out and it actually worked?” “S-Sweetie!” said Hondo in a hushed tone. There weren’t many populated tables around them, but he still checked to make sure they weren’t overheard. Once he was sure, he continued, even quieter than before. “Listen… I-I can explain myself.” “No need!” she said, waving him away. “This whole thing was my idea, remember? I didn’t expect it to actually work, but still... wow.” “May I suggest that you tone down any future ideas if they must include me, please?” Rarity leaned back in her seat and took a deep breath. “I have enough trouble keeping up with your normal antics.” “You were definitely the wildcard here. I mean, I thought there was no way you’d fuck Dad…” She looked over at him again. “Not that I’m judging you. Dad’s a real stud once he cleans up right. But he already gives me everything I want, so I don’t need to put on any of the charm.” “I, uh—” “Is everything good over here?” In a zip, a fourth member came to the table. A waitress. Hondo’s look of relief was enviable. “Yes! Well, actually, a paper menu, if you could. Please.” “Right away!” And like that, she was gone. Hondo took a deep breath as Rarity did. It felt a bit comforting to not be the only one lost when it came to Sweetie Belle. “Thank you,” he huffed. “So… what exactly have you been up to, Sweetie? We didn't see you at all yesterday.” She smirked, then leaned forward with that same goofy grin. “You really want to know?” From then on, the conversation went off in a different direction. Yet, Rarity’s mind was still right where it started. Her father sat next to her, reinvigorated. At least, for the time being. That thought led to another. How would she keep him this way? Would it have to be through their… nightly activities? There was a single day left on their reservation. That meant one more night. Her fingers rubbed against the leatherback of her planner as she picked at her food. Whatever happened today, she knew it’d be a long one. Reclining under the shade, drink in hand, while the sea breeze brushed across her skin. The crashing waves and chatter from the other beachgoers weren’t bad for the ambiance, either. For Rarity, this was the definition of vacation. “Pina colada, eh? A Classic.” Rarity looked up from her drink. She spotted Hondo as he stepped into the shade from the top of her sunglasses. “Um… can I take a seat next to you?” “Of course,” she answered. A few seconds later, the empty chair next to her creaked under Hondo’s weight. “How was the water?” “Hm? Oh, it was normal, I guess,” he prattled. “Think you’ll hit it? Would be a waste of a good swimsuit not to.” “Hmm…” She agreed, somewhat. It was a one-piece, dotted yellow and black with a frilly waist. Stylish, but anything would be on her. Worthy of showing off. More importantly, it was on Sweetie Belle’s dollar. The thought put a smile on her face. “Maybe later. It’s a little crowded now.” “Yeah…” Rarity looked over and met Hondo’s complex expression. She watched him until he looked up from his clasped hands. “I’m awful at beating around the bush, so I’ll just come out and apologize.” Rarity rolled the straw around on her tongue. “For what?” she asked, even though she had an idea what it might be. Hondo took a deep breath, then began tapping his knuckles with his fingers. “Last night. All of yesterday, really.” He rubbed the palm of his hand with his other thumb, then continued. “That… we shouldn’t have done what we did. A-And it's my fault! Completely.” “Not completely.” She lowered her drink into her lap, watching the ice swim around. “You're right. We shouldn’t have. But... we did. I accepted your advances. For that, at least, you bear no fault.” “I’m your father, Rarity. I shouldn’t have even been making those advances in the first place!” he huffed. “I-I mean, what kind of man am I, to push my daughter to do all that… I wasn’t in my right mind.” Rarity took another deep breath, then looked back to Hondo. “I am your daughter,” she answered. “But I’m also a grown woman. A grown woman who can make her own decisions. Who can be… attracted to anyone she wishes.” Then, she glanced up at the waves in front of her. “It was a one-time fling. A mistake... but not one I disliked.” “R-Right… yes,” stammered Hondo. “A one time thing. Nobody’s fault.” “Yes.” Rarity looked at her drink again. She should have felt relieved. The question of what to do next had an answer: nothing. They’d go about their vacation, return home, and lock this away as a distant memory. But that all sounded… wrong. She didn’t lie to him. She did like it. Being held by her father filled her heart. She guessed it did the same for him. They were safe, or as safe as they could be. Sweetie didn’t mind. Neither of them had anyone else to worry about. Right then, Rarity realized her situation. The only thing between herself and another experience like last night was her word. So… what did she want? “I’ll take you up on that offer.” Rarity got to her feet and placed her cup where she sat. She wrapped her hair up using a band around her wrist, putting it in a high ponytail. “I’ll go take a dip.” “Oh… alright.” Hondo finally smiled again. A lonely one, though. “Enjoy yourself.” “Mhm.” Then, without another word, she spun on her heel and headed for the water. When she realized it was cold, she was glad. She definitely needed something to cool herself off. If she didn’t, she was bound to make a rash decision. “Wow… they were not subtle at all with this place.” L03. Thanks to the keycard she managed to slip from her father’s wallet, Sweetie Belle had free access to the room. And with those two enjoying the beach down below, she doubted she’d have much company. Closing and locking the door behind herself made sure of that. “Hmm…” She took stock of her surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place. Even the bed was well-made with fresh sheets. Room service must have come by before she arrived. Running her fingers along the silky smooth linens, she smiled. “You can’t even tell they were getting it on in here.” She hopped onto the bed and took another look around. She could barely turn her head without spotting a condom. She plucked one from the nightstand, rubbing it in her thumb. She could only imagine how red Rarity must have turned walking in here. The thought of missing it weighed heavy on her mind. “Alright then. Time to get some ‘insurance’.” She tossed the condom to the side and slid off the bed. Fishing in the bag she brought along, she pulled out her insurance. A small, almost unnoticeable camera small enough to fit in her palm. Expensive, but If she pulled this off, it’d be worth every penny. Sweetie Belle had a plan. Rarity had gotten a little too big for her britches recently. Ordering her this way and that for a few harmless jokes. It wasn’t her fault she got dicked down by their dad. But Rarity didn’t see it that way and that’s all it took to get the beatdown of her life. But that would all change if she could find a good spot for this camera. A simple plan, but an effective one. A couple minutes of Rarity bumping nasties with their dad, and Sweetie got an infinite get-out-of-jail-free card. The only bad news is that she would have to retrieve it. She needed to plug it into a computer to get all the juicy goods. “Here seems good.” She took a few steps back, making sure that it was well hidden. She doubted that either of them would check the small space above the curtain rod. The corner angle was good to capture the entire room, too. She whipped out her phone and pulled up the app she set up beforehand. Once she confirmed herself coming through, she jumped back onto the bed with a wide grin. “Now I’ll just turn up the charm and get those two hot and bothered.” She fell back onto the sheets, stretching herself out. The condom she discarded before landed on her side. Again, she picked it up, feeling it over in her fingers. Then another thought popped into her head. A devious one, perfect for her devious nature. She sat up, smiling wide at the lone condom. “Nothing wrong with causing a little more mischief, right?” she asked. She hummed in delight as she jumped off the bed. “Not like she’ll be able to do anything about it!” With her mind set, she started on her new goal, ready to stir up some trouble. The bottom of the glass never gave Hondo much comfort. A good thing, he thought, considering the mess his relationships had become. Taking the edge off with a bit of liquor did occur to him, but he never fell to that temptation. But now, his mind was twice as hectic as ever. Given the opportunity to have a bit of fun, he agreed, wondering if it could do something for him. “You’re not as clever as you would like to think. I know this was all part of your plan.” “Oh, shove it. You’ve been going off about day drinking, but you tried out the most. 16! I’ve been counting.” Hondo swished the small clear liquid at the bottom of his tall glass. Wine was never his drink of choice, but it would get him buzzed all the same. He took a swig, savoring the sharp lime aftertaste sliding down his throat. Quite nice. “Dunno why you’re getting so prissy. I suggest the exact kind of bougie thing you’d like and I still get snapped at.” “Boug… Wine tasting is not bougie, darling. It's refined. An experience for the tongue seeking enlightenment. Not for boorish drunks like yourself.” “Whatever, moooom. Wait, I guess I can call you that now, right Dad? Dad?” “Hm…?” Hondo looked up from his glass at the two bickering in front of him. Judging by the redness of their cheeks, both were as tipsy as he was. He smiled, which soon turned to a chuckle. “Sorry… what were we talking about again?” “Ignore her,” said Rarity, quickly. She gave the little bit of red wine in her glass a swirl, then took another small sip. It's what she'd done for the last hour or so. The hum afterward really sold its flavor. “How have your drinks been?” “Pretty good. Nice and fruity, I’ll say.” Empty glasses returned to their wine’s respective sommeliers who disposed of them. Placing his glass in the disposal section, Hondo glanced around at the full exhibit. There must have been more than a hundred bottles laid out behind small bars. Each is attended by a sommelier, all experts in their wine of choice. They’d almost reached all the displays, thanks to Rarity pulling in every direction. Despite her bickering with Sweetie Belle, it seemed she was having some fun. “As good a review as any,” said Rarity, throwing in a small giggle. She downed the last of her glass, then placed it next to Hondo’s. “Right! Before we go, there’s a popular chardonnay I’d like to try that’s a steal for these prices. Come, come!” Rarity slipped out of her seat and beckoned the two to follow. Sweetie finished her glass last, then hopped out of her seat as well. As they shuffled through the hall, Rarity managed to gain some distance from them. It was no problem, as Hondo could spot her from anywhere she went. Half of that was her dress. High class, and custom-made by herself. Lilac and midnight blue, like some sort of cosmic star arrangement placed in the middle of the earth. The other half… was something deeper itself. “Hey Dad?” called Sweetie. “Look any harder and you’ll burn a hole right through her.” His heart skipped a beat, but his usual nervousness was nowhere to be found. Instead, he laughed under his breath, careful not to let Rarity notice. “Was it that obvious?” “Yup. I’m surprised she hasn’t noticed.” Sweetie pat him on the back, then beckoned him to lean down. “Not that I blame you at all. I mean, have you seen what she’s working with? She’s lugging around a whole bakery back there.” He laughed again. He couldn’t deny what she was saying, despite it being so crass. The curve of her ass in the dress was noticeable, especially along the waistline. If he stared hard enough, he could imagine the hem of her panties pressed against the fabric. Imagining any more than that would be an issue though. “Damn, you’re really down bad, huh?” Hondo was confused until he realized the state of his lower half. His poor attempt to conceal it only brought it more attention. “So? Thinking of swinging back to the hotel after this to lay some pipe?” This time, his smile fell away for a pensive frown. He took a deep breath before even responding. “No… no,” he said firmly. “It was a one-time thing. A mistake. We both agree.” “Yeah, yeah,” said Sweetie, waving his words away. “But... are you really okay giving up an ass like that without a fight?” She patted him on the back a few more times, then left his side. “Couldn’t hurt to ask… right?” Hondo pursed his lips, then looked back up at Rarity. The distance between them had grown, but she still shone brighter than anyone around. He took another deep, shaky breath, then shook his head. “I need to use the bathroom.” Without waiting for her reply, Hondo turned on his heels and headed in a new direction. Once inside, he made straight for the sink, washing his face with cold water a few times over. He watched himself in the mirror. Water dripped from his beard hair, and thoughts ran amuck around his head. Again, he splashed himself. Doing something meant he’d have less time to think about anything. He left the bathroom right after, but the other two had moved on. It took a few seconds to find them, chatting near the next bar. The drink she mentioned was already halfway up Rarity’s glass, while Sweetie sat without it. He rubbed his eyes, then started making his way to them. Slowly. He watched them talk, though he couldn’t hear a word over his surroundings. Sweetie Belle was talking, more than Rarity, who listened and swirled her glass. She laughed and shook her head through most of Sweetie’s sentences, but something caught his eye soon. Her eyes turned down, and the slight blush from the alcohol grew. She swirled her drink again before taking a longer sip than normal. Her expression shifted. It mimicked his own a minute ago when he spoke to Sweetie Belle. He was getting close enough to hear bits and pieces of hushed conversation now if he strained his ears. “... didn’t dislike it. I didn’t! But… it’s dad!” “It’s who you like. It’s not like anyone’s giving you trouble, right?” “Right… right, but… well—” “Oh, you found the drink you wanted!” said Hondo. He wasn’t sure why he cut in, but he was sure he had to. Rarity’s eyes flicked up towards his, then down to her glass, and further down than that. Finally, she met his eyes again, before turning away completely. “H-How is it?” “F-Fine, I suppose,” she answered. “Nice and… fruity.” “Nice and fruity,” he repeated with a chuckle. He turned to Sweetie Belle, who had a satisfied look on her face. She fished into her pocket and pulled out a card, then hopped out of her seat. “I think I’ve had enough to drink for today,” she said, sauntering towards Hondo. She lifted the card and handed it to him. It was his room key. “I think I’m going to enjoy the last day we have here. Tie up some loose ends or something, you know?” Hondo’s eyes widened. He’d lost track of time with all that had gone on. He looked over at Rarity, surprised to see her looking back. “Have fun you two!” And like that, she was gone, and they were alone again. Hondo’s head was no clearer than it was before he drank. It might have made things worse. Neither of them looked away from the other for a moment. Neither was sure they wanted to. The seconds turned to minutes. Hondo screamed at himself to come up with something to say and break the tension. Ask about the wine! Talk about their next destination! Compliment her eyes, anything! “R-Rarity! Uh…” he stammered. “I—” “Wait,” she whispered. She put her glass down for disposal. She’d barely taken a sip yet. She reached for his hand, which was still out holding the card, and covered it with her own. Her eyelids narrowed, and she gave him a little squeeze. “Not here.” There could have been a million people around them, buzzing like flies and Hondo wouldn’t hear a peep. She’d captured his attention as fully as anything could. He swallowed down that mounting nervousness. Now was the time to have some confidence. He reached up to her hand with his thumb, brushing over her knuckles, and smiling. “Okay.”

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Hondo Flanks,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Human,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Two Nights in Paradise

Rarity takes her recently separated father on a trip. Due to a little mischief, they grow much closer than either could have imagined.

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<p>After years of happy marriage, Hondo Flanks found himself abandoned when his wife left him for a much younger guy. Now he cruises through each day, heartbroken when remembering what he lost.</p><p>His daughters devise a plan to get him back on his feet: A weekend vacation to the Royal Bay Resort. Packed to the brim with her father's favorite activities, Rarity is certain that this will pull him out of his slump. </p><p>But when Sweetie decides to add a little mischief into the mix, the two of them are thrust into a situation neither is prepared for. </p><hr/><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Incest, impregnation, and Sweetie Belle doing a little bit of trolling</span><br/>Commission for BigBeanPole<br/>Art is 3398051 on Derpibooru by artist ta-na</p><p>Have an idea you want to see come to life? Check out my <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9ut8qR11rpomlpYWZXwGNr23Otdvvlyzqy7UhsW4a4smKUw/viewform?usp=sf_link" rel="nofollow">Commissions!</a></p>

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2024-08-12T03:36:41+00:00

2024-08-12T03:36:41+00:00

There was something off about that room. When they first stepped foot inside it, she could feel it. She had no clue what it was then, and she was no closer to an answer now. But there was something there. Something that made her feel that intense gaze when it fell on her. It set her body alight whenever his fingers brushed along it. That something pulled their chests together, and her lips to his. Hondo grasped her while the door to their room was still ajar. He closed it with his foot before holding her tight and kissing her hard. All the words she wanted to say ever since leaving that vineyard melted into nothing. They didn’t seem as important as what was in front of her now. She fell into the bed and laid down flat. The straps holding her dress up went slack as Hondo slipped his hand down the front. The feeling of big rough hands over her chest made her shiver in delight. She would have moaned, but the relentless assault on her tongue stifled every attempt. The dress was down to her torso by the time she got a break. Her breasts fell at either side of her body, still buzzing from Hondo's massage. She leaned back to rest on the sheets while Hondo turned his focus downward. His kisses traveled down her neck, collarbone, and finally her chest. She gasped once he latched onto her. “Oh, gosh,” she huffed. He’d already gone further down with his hands, feeling her stomach up on their way to her panties. He slipped through easily, pulling them down to her knees in one smooth tug. ”Hmm… just l-like..." “Mhm,” he hummed. Her panties glided off her legs until they hung from his finger. He dropped them and worked on her dress next. His knuckles rubbed against her stomach as he worked, riling her up even more. He rode the curve of her hips and tugged a final time to get the dress off her body. All the while, peppering her stomach and thighs with kisses. He reached his goal down below before long. He stood face to face with her bright pink pussy once again, overflowing with eagerness. But he managed to put that feeling on hold. Instead, he felt up her ass. She huffed, hoping those hands would sink in and get lost. He slipped them up her thighs, holding them up enough to give him a clear shot with his tongue. “Amazing,” he murmured. He pushed forward until she could feel his breath tickle her lips. It brushed against her clit, and she tensed up. A gentle squeeze calmed her down. Next, he lapped at the excitement dripping out of her already. The sharp flick of his tongue against her walls sent waves through her body. “Mmh…!” Her toes curled inward as his next lick reached even deeper. The tiny whiskers of his beard ticked her thighs as he got more aggressive. His tongue cleaved a path through her until his mouth smooched her lips. Then he pulled back to do it all over again. “R-Right there is… mmh, perfect…” His hand left her thigh and rest on her stomach, above her clit. He pressed into it with his thumb, yanking a shaky moan out of her mouth. The pleasure mounted along with his attack on two fronts. And she knew he intended to keep going until she was a shaking mess beneath him. The butterflies in her stomach reached a fever pitch. Her entire body tensed up for a moment. She bit down on her lower lip and whimpered. Trying to keep her moan from escaping as an animalistic grunt was proving more difficult. Heat pulsed from her stomach to the tips of her toes. Then, with a dainty yelp, the cum Hondo worked so hard for began dribbling down his tongue. A minute later, he let Rarity’s legs fall to the bed again. Their panting filled the silence they left behind. Rarity brushed her messy hair from her eyes, looking up at Hondo’s figure looming above her. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and pulled it off with the other. The definition of his muscles was clear, even through his undershirt. When he lifted it off, Rarity swore she could see the sweat rolling down each of his abs. The bottoms were next, removed after his belt fell to the floor. Beneath it all were a pair of simple boxers hiding something impressive. She bit down on her nail, watching the half-chub peek at her from the top. He slipped out of them and pressed his budding erection right on her stomach. It was hot enough to burn her up and throbbed hard like a heartbeat. Precum was already drooling from its tip and onto her. Just looking at it made her body yearn for its embrace. “Wait,” hummed Rarity. She managed to claw her way back from depravity and focus on the situation. “We need a condom.” “R-Right.” And just like that, what she knew as her father returned. The stud that grabbed her, claimed her, and would ravish her felt so distant. But that person lurked right under his gentle appearance, waiting to be unleashed on her. She smiled as he retreated, reaching for the nightstand beside the bed. “Huh? Where is…” Rarity turned as her father did. To her surprise, the box of condoms that sat there when they left had disappeared. She turned to the other side, finding a similar issue. In fact, now that she had a moment to look, she couldn’t find a condom anywhere. Not on the nightstands, the TV stand, the walls, the shelves. It was as if the room had been wiped clean. “There’s none in the bathroom, either…” Hondo left the bathroom with a confused expression. “Any luck on the balcony?” “None.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. Their brief search yielded no results. She sighed, then looked up at her father. His attention was on the nightstand again. “M-Maybe room service will bring new ones?” he asked. The phone near the nightstand was on standby, and they didn’t look too busy when they passed through. Still, Rarity shook her head. “It’s meant to be a mistake that we’re staying in this room,” she answered. “If we call asking for more… I couldn’t stand the embarrassment.” “Right,” said Hondo. “Then we should… put this on hold for now?” That seemed like the best choice. That seemed like the right choice. This was all meant to be a mistake. The room, the sex, everything. Rarity should have known better than to fall into the same pitfall. But with Hondo standing in front of her, with his eyes on her body and his body so… ready… she couldn’t help herself. “Well…” She leaned against the wooden foot of the bed, bit her lip, and narrowed her eyelids. She opened her mouth to speak, and the words came out before she understood what they meant. “We don’t… have to…” Her attention left Hondo for a moment when a small glint caught her eye. A condom, on the sheets of the bed. It was almost buried in their little scuffle earlier, but it was definitely there. Rarity reached over and picked it up, staring at it for only a few seconds before looking at Hondo again. They shared their relieved expressions. As if nothing happened, Hondo took Rarity to the bed with a ferocious kiss. His grip felt stronger than before. Much more... savage. If he was this energetic now, she could only imagine what he’d do when he put it in. The thought made Rarity shiver with anticipation. She wouldn’t have to wait long. She purred as he finally pressed his head into her lips. He split them with ease, stuffing half his length into her at once. She gasped as he pried her open once again. Once his whole body pressed into hers, he’d given her everything she wanted and more. Rarity had recognized it before. Hondo wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen, or the most skilled, but it felt perfect regardless. It scratched her itch perfectly and even revealed a few she had no idea she had. When he rammed in, she didn’t feel pain or strain. It reached just as far as she needed it to, every time. “Hmm…! Hmm!” Hondo’s grunts marked his hips slamming into her ass and the loud clap sound that came with it. His dick squished against her walls with a sound like trudging through wet mud. It made sense with the amount of cum Rarity dribbled all over the bed and Hondo. When he needed a break, he gave her every inch, then held her tight and kissed her. Rarity didn’t mind too much, either. She needed a moment to catch her breath as well. “Daddy…” she whimpered. Hondo liked that if the violent throb inside her meant anything. She smiled as he pulled away from her lips. “Does that turn you on? Knowing your little girl needs her pussy ruined by her big daddy…?” Hondo looked at her without answering for a while. Then, he looked away with a pout. “Is that bad?” Rarity giggled, then brought her hands up to Hondo’s face. She made him look at her again, then gently kissed him on the nose. “No… of course not,” she answered. “Knowing that it’s you that’s doing this to me…” Her hands guided him down to her chest. Close enough for her to speak into his ear. “Makes me so, so wet. Now… make sure you fill me up, Daddy.” Rarity felt his muscles tense up as she let him go. Their eyes met for a moment that felt like forever, and then he pulled away from her body. His hands found their way to her hips, and he straightened out his posture. The confusion on her face was all cleared up after he pulled out. Hondo went off like a rocket. Her words must have brought the demon hiding inside her father to the front. He drove his hips into her like a machine, slamming against the back of her pussy twice a second. A foreign kind of energy burst from his body. His biceps flared and he leaked sweat from everywhere. Her legs wrapped around his back, but Hondo wasn’t going far. His short, powerful pumps were enough to squeeze the cum of Rarity’s second orgasm out in thin spurts. One of her hands covered her mouth while the other grasped at the sheets, but it was useless. Her dainty moans were already bouncing all around the room. But somehow, over all the chaos, Rarity could tell something was wrong. Maybe it was her dressmaker’s intuition, but it managed to snap her from her euphoria. Hondo didn’t feel at all like he did the day before. He felt hotter… more real, somehow. Her mind raced a mile a minute but came to the conclusion just a bit late. Her eyes widened and she clawed back the moans to speak. “D-Da, ugh…!” Hondo leaned down, his face only inches away from hers. “D-Dad, the con… hmmm… the condom—” “It’s coming,” groaned Hondo. His hips hadn’t slowed a bit, He pounded Rarity into the bed until it creaked under their weight. “I’m gonna…!” True to her suspicions, she knew exactly when Hondo had reached his limit. Thick, hot creamy cum burst out of him and splashed against her walls. Every hammering throb of his cock swelling inside her came with another jet of white goo. Soon she could feel it pooling inside of her, spilling over everything as his thrusts came to a slow halt. He’d kissed her again, at the end, and held her close now. She found the usual comfort in his embrace, but it was undercut with a wave of panic when he let her go. “D-Dad, oh…” She reached down to her pussy, pressing into what shaft she could reach. Eventually, he pulled back, revealing the damage. The condom split into pieces. A steady stream of cum trickled out of her, like a tiny stream. "Oh no… there's s-so much, I…” “The condom…” Hondo blinked, finally free from his own stupor. Their mix of cum leaked off of his cock, staining both the sheets and floor. “Oh…” “C-Calm down, j-just calm down...” She took a deep breath, but it wasn't working. She swore she could feel them. The cum he'd pressed right up against her womb, pushing through her. Nothing stopped them from running through her meager defenses and attacking even deeper. She put her hand over her lower stomach, trying to calm her body down, but it was too late. They'd come in, and they were here to stay. Not until they passed through her last, most important barrier. She slipped out of the bed and made for the bathroom, jumping into the shower as soon as she could. She turned it on and let the water wash away the sweat rolling off of her body. She leaned back, enough to let the water run down her front, then poked at herself. She was still drooling it. It was still so hot, like white magma running down her legs. She felt a strong grip on her stomach, pulsing like her heartbeat in her chest. She shook her head to clear her mind, then slipped her finger inside to try to do something. She was so preoccupied with the task that she didn't hear the door open behind her. The curtains parted to her side, but still nothing. Only once she felt Hondo’s arms wrap around her stomach did she react. She glanced back, but could only see the shape of his arms, holding strong. And there they stood for a while, basking in the pitter-patter of the shower water running down the drain. The scrambled thoughts in Rarity’s head started to mellow out. Her breathing became more stable. The tension around her slowly unraveled. Then, she was left with a clear mind and a single question. “Dad…?” she murmured. He answered with a hum. “W-What are you doing?” He didn’t answer right away. Rarity guessed he may have been asking himself the same question. "I-I have to be quick. If I don't do anything... I'll end up pregnant!" “I know,” he answered. Rarity’s eyes widened, but he continued before she could speak. "When I realized it, I just... jumped in here with you." He took a deep breath, then hugged her even tighter. "I... want you. Not like a father wants a daughter, or even like a man wants a casual fling. I want to be yours… and you to be mine.” Rarity's eyes went wide, but her heart skipped a beat. “W-What?” she asked. Hondo hummed, thinking about his next words in silence for a little while longer. “I want to hold you like this, kiss you, tell you that I love you…” he kissed her on the neck and she purred. Even with her mind clearer than before, her body recognized him. “I want to have sex with you… cum inside you… and do it all over again.” He moved to the side, enough where he could see his face. It was bright red, but the light behind his eyes shone bright. “I want you to be mine. Because when I came inside of you.... when I saw your face… I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.” Rarity studied his eyes. They were full of lust but she could also see sincerity. This wasn’t a statement thrown out in blind passion. The words he said were true, more than any he’d said since her mom left. Her hand pressed down on his and she gave him a squeeze. “So...” he hummed. “Will you be mine?” His heartbeat thumped with her own. The grip she thought she had on caution began slipping fast. Until it was so far out of reach, she couldn't even see it anymore. She widened her stance, letting him between her thighs again. Finally, she leaned into him, her mouth a hair’s breadth away from his ear. “Fine then... Make me yours…” She purred. “Daddy…” Time stopped. The look on Hondo’s face revealed his surprise. But it was only a second later when his resolve returned. He pulled on her thigh with one hand and opened the way to her pussy. It was still still dripping from his cum when he slid back in. It was so different from before. The twitching of his shaft buried so deep inside her was much more authentic. The skin of his head rubbed against her walls, so soft and gentle. Just him pushing into her was enough to make her shiver. And then he started moving. A whole new man held her in his arms. His lust had taken hold of him before, but now he ran on passion. He stuffed every inch he could get into her, then pulled all the way out to the tip. It was slower, but much more sensual. Hondo made sure that every part of himself was busy pleasuring her. His hands found their way to her breasts again. In one hand he teased her nipples, while the other simply fondled to his heart’s content. He planted smooches on her nape that set her on fire with light moans and whimpers. Until he finally took her lips once again. She wanted to indulge in him more. She turned her torso to the side and lifted her leg. Shifting on his own, Hondo took her leg in his hand, lifting it enough to expose her pussy on one side. The standing split gave them both a clear view of Hondo pumping her full of his cock. Rarity couldn’t keep her eyes off it. Taking it one step further, Hondo grabbed her ass in one hand, hoisting her upward and pinning her to the wall. “God… I love you,” he murmured, eager to take back her lips. Rarity’s arms reached underneath his own, grabbing at the back of his shoulders. “So sexy… so tight…” “Mmmh…” hummed Rarity, pulling him closer. “Harder… I don’t want to w-walk right for weeks…” He thrust in with more power than before. The sound of hips meeting ass filled the shower, drowning out even the water hitting the ground. “Y-Yes, just l-like that— hmm! More…” Rarity looked up and watched Hondo carefully. His pumps were in time with his breathing. Sweat rolled down his neck as he exerted himself. His biceps flexed and tensed as adrenaline surged through his body. For the sake of pleasing her, he was working so hard. The thought made her heartbeat skyrocket. “Baby... I’m…” Rarity could tell even without his warning. He throbbed violently inside of her, holding back the geyser building inside him. Rarity felt the same. For a moment, she thought about the guilt he’d place on himself if she wasn't clear right now. She bit down on her lip, resolving herself. “Do it.” Her voice was barely higher than a whisper, but she knew he heard her. He grabbed her ass and huffed hard. “Breed me like the stud you are…” Hondo let out a hefty grunt, then hilted himself as far as he could. His entire body shook in Rarity’s grasp. Then, a few moments later, he broke. “Oh! Hmmm…” Rarity clawed at him, trying to keep herself from melting right there. “That’s it…! F-Fill me up… hmm…”He thrust into her again, spilling some of his seed on the shower floor. Only once he pumped her to the brim did Hondo slide out. It started dripping immediately, painting her ass and the wall white. A few moments later, his grip on her loosened and he let her down. But when her feet touched the tub, she nearly fell over. He caught her with ease, then chuckled. “Are you… alright?” Rarity pressed her forehead into Hondo’s chest and took a deep breath. Water ran down her back, cooling her off and calming her down. “Yes... Yes, I’m alright,” she answered. She squeezed him, then pulled away from his chest, enough to look him in the eyes. “Well… I would like a kiss.” “O-Oh…” Rarity smiled. He was back to his gentle self. His kiss was so gentle, but she didn't dislike it. It suited him more, she thought. “Hmm…” Rarity huffed. She turned up the charm behind her pleading eyes. After all, she knew he was eager to please. More than that, he knew how to make a girl happy. “Let's go to bed.” “R-Right,” he said. “You’re probably tired. We should call it a night.” Rarity chuckled, then slid her hand down his back. “No…” She reached around his hip and his toward his cock. Now at half chub, it was still so sticky from their cum. Ignoring that, she gave it a few pumps. The small, twitchy response made her hum in delight. “I don’t want to stop until I drain these balls dry.” “O-Oh!” She let him go soon after. He was already well on his way to full readiness. She brought her hand up to her lips, licking the mess away from each finger. “That is to say… I don’t think we’ll be getting much sleep tonight.” She kissed him on the cheek, then moved to speak in his ear. “Is that alright?” He was fully erect again, now. His hands found their way back down to her butt, sloping over it before giving it another squeeze. Rarity giggled in delight. “Guess I don’t have much of a choice.” Rarity hummed, then kissed him again. “Nope.” “Jesus. How long are they gonna go for?” Sweetie Belle leaned back and rested her head on her pillow. Shifting in place a bit, she brought her phone up to her face, confirming her suspicions. “You’ve gotta be getting tired soon, right? Not even Rumble’s this resilient.” She roused her other hand, which was idly brushing the walls of her pussy. The entertainment was great, but she’d already cum twice. Now, it was just something to do. “Oh? Looks like he came again. What was that, four?” Hondo, who was spooning with Rarity, turned over onto his back. His cock slipped out, letting Rarity turn over as well. They sat next to each other, panting like they ran a marathon. The camera was good enough to capture even the sweat rolling down their bodies. “Hmm…” Rarity put her head on Hondo’s chest, keeping him close. Then, she giggled. "I love you.” “Me too,” Hondo mumbled, as Rarity leaned over for a kiss. Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. She did so at every declaration of love they shared. But none of this actually annoyed her. This was only fuel to the fire Rarity was sure to find herself in if she tested her from now on. Once they finally pulled away from each other, Rarity moved the hair from her face and got to her feet. She looked around the room for a moment, then found what she was looking for. A water cooler was provided by the hotel that charged to the room afterward. She bent down to open it as Hondo sat up in bed. His gaze was obvious. “Oh my god…” Sweetie groaned as she watched his dick grow again. Rarity returned a short while after, handing him a bottle while saving one for herself. “So excitable. And energetic…” She turned around, giving him another show with her swaying hips. “I bet you can’t wait to ravage me again, you animal.” “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.” They chuckled, then shared their drinks. Sweetie dropped the phone to her right and then took a deep breath. “Maybe it’s time for bed.” The yawn right after she said this confirmed it. So, she got to her feet and stretched herself out. “I’ll grab a shower, wake up early, then—” “LOW BATTERY WARNING.” The alarm spooked Sweetie Belle’s soul from her body. With earbuds still in, the notification slammed right into her ears. She winced, then swiped her phone up from her bed. But, while reducing the volume, she realized that the scene from before had changed. “Did you hear that?” Sweetie Belle’s heart jumped into her throat. “That… beeping sound?” She clutched her phone hard and glared at the display. “Yeah, but where…” Hondo spotted it first. Sweetie hoped he was just looking around, but when his confused look focused on her, she knew she was cooked. “Is that… a camera?” “Camera?” Rarity followed his gaze, eventually finding her. She reached up and plucked it from its spot. “Is this the hotel’s?” asked Hondo. “No, they can’t do that. Then who?” The temperature in the room plummeted. Or maybe Sweetie just felt a chill as Rarity glared through the lens, putting two and two together. “Earlier… Sweetie Belle handed you the room key, right?” Hodo thought for a second, then nodded. “Did you give it to her?” “No, no, of course not!” he prattled. “I did think it was odd she had it… I thought I dropped it somewhere.” “Interesting. Quite… interesting.” Surprisingly, Rarity’s expression was quite tame. She was even smiling. Sweetie Belle was far from relieved, though. She knew what that expression meant, after all. “Hello, Sweetie. If you are watching. I suspect we’ll have quite a lot to talk about tomorrow morning. But for now…” She stroked the camera with a small chuckle. “I’d get a good night’s sleep. It may be the last night you’ll ever be able to do so. Bye for now!” And like that, the camera feed switched off, and a "no signal" message appeared on her phone’s screen. She stared at it for a little while longer, before letting it slip out of her hands and crash to the floor. She took a shaky breath, then put her hand over her mouth. “I am… so fucked…”

DrySpell

563259

Hondo Flanks,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Human,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Two Nights in Paradise

Rarity takes her recently separated father on a trip. Due to a little mischief, they grow much closer than either could have imagined.

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<p>After years of happy marriage, Hondo Flanks found himself abandoned when his wife left him for a much younger guy. Now he cruises through each day, heartbroken when remembering what he lost.</p><p>His daughters devise a plan to get him back on his feet: A weekend vacation to the Royal Bay Resort. Packed to the brim with her father's favorite activities, Rarity is certain that this will pull him out of his slump. </p><p>But when Sweetie decides to add a little mischief into the mix, the two of them are thrust into a situation neither is prepared for. </p><hr/><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Incest, impregnation, and Sweetie Belle doing a little bit of trolling</span><br/>Commission for BigBeanPole<br/>Art is 3398051 on Derpibooru by artist ta-na</p><p>Have an idea you want to see come to life? Check out my <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9ut8qR11rpomlpYWZXwGNr23Otdvvlyzqy7UhsW4a4smKUw/viewform?usp=sf_link" rel="nofollow">Commissions!</a></p>

mature

2024-08-12T03:38:47+00:00

2024-08-12T13:07:14+00:00

Hondo rubbed his thumb over the smooth surface of a small, silver band. Once, it was so heavy he could barely lift it. But now that he could see its true form, it was lighter than a feather. Dull and worn from years of use, it had long since lost its shine. He raised it up to the light beaming into the kitchen from outside, but couldn’t see more than a faded hunk of metal. The approaching footsteps grabbed his attention, making him lower the ring to the table. It clacked against the wood as a hot mug did the same. He reached out and caressed the hand wrapped around the handle with the same thumb. A pair of brilliant diamonds shinier than anything he’d ever seen looked down at him. “You don’t have to do this every morning, you know?” he asked. His eyes fell down to her stomach. “Don't worry. I don’t mind.” Rarity chuckled then rubbed a hand over her stomach. A notable bump had begun to form. According to the doctor, she wasn’t done growing, either. Hondo’s heart beamed with pride every time he saw her. “I can do something this simple, at least. And if the worst comes to pass, I’ll ask Sweetie Belle to fill in for me.” “Uh… will that work?” he asked. “With the, um… restraining order and all?” “You talking about me?” On cue, Sweetie strolled into the kitchen with a carefree pep in her step. The pair watched her slip into the kitchen and help herself to the bacon Rarity just finished making. “What’s up, Dad? Oompa Loompa?” “I thought I made it quite clear I am not fond of that nickname.” Sweetie turned around, half strip hanging from her lips, and flashed a grin. A confident one, bordering on smugness. “What’re you gonna do about it?” She reached into her pocket, retrieving a folded-up piece of paper. “One scratch on me, and the law will be up your ass deeper than Dad.” Hondo sighed, but he couldn't completely fault her. The events of that fateful morning after their stay would stick with him forever. That was the day he found out what an inverted femur looked like. Sweetie narrowly avoided needing physical therapy. But, even after that, Sweetie Belle only managed to secure a restraining order for 15 feet. Neither of them knew something that small was possible. Still, if Rarity abided by it, it would give Sweetie a good headstart on the next town. The step she took toward the kitchen almost guaranteed she wouldn’t. The second step made it more than clear. Sweetie jolted into action, stumbling over herself as she retreated to her room. She might have been pregnant, but her hands were still in very fine working order. “I’ll just... make the coffee myself,” said Hondo. Rarity, who seemed satisfied with her display of strength, joined him at his side once again. Once she was close enough, he reached up and rubbed her stomach himself. She purred, which melted into a giggle. ”For what it’s worth… I think you look beautiful.” “Of course you do, you flatterer.” Her hand covered his, and they shared their soft smiles. “Let me go finish breakfast.” “Mhm,” he murmured. She left his side shortly after. She entered the kitchen, where Hondo watched her move from behind. He reached for the ring once again but paused. That ring was once so precious he couldn’t help but cling to it. He could still remember those dark days when even taking a breath weighed down on him. But when he looked up now, he saw the shine he used to in the ring. The sun beamed down on her as if she descended from the heavens before his very eyes. Like she’d fly away if he didn’t grab her now. He lifted himself off of the table, leaving the ring behind, and made for the kitchen. “Let me help, after all,” he said. Rarity perked up as he wrapped his arms around her. She hummed in delight, then turned her head to him, pecking him on the lips once again. “I love you, Rarity.” “Mhm…” she hummed. “I love you, too, dad.”

Jean_Pierre

563260

Adagio Dazzle,Aria Blaze,Sonata Dusk,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Adventure,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Profanity

The Dazzling Pizza Delivery

Determined to save the pizzeria where they work, the Dazzlings agree to take on an impossible delivery. Unfortunately, the journey turns out to be more complicated than they could have ever imagined.

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<p>The Dazzlings work as delivery drivers for a pizzeria that, unfortunately, is losing more and more customers. But when they receive an order from a distant part of the world, along with a tempting amount of money, they see the perfect opportunity to save the pizzeria.<br/>Unfortunately, the journey only becomes more and more complicated, throwing them into a series of amusing and delirious situations.</p>

teen

2024-08-13T17:14:56+00:00

2024-08-13T17:14:55+00:00

As long as the clouds indicated good weather, there was a reason to smile, right? Right? Adagio had no idea when her and her sisters' job as pizza delivery girls started to fall apart, but if she had to bet on a specific event, she would say it all began with that group of squirrels that wreaked havoc in the kitchen. Or maybe it was the attack of that raccoon with the funny mask. Either of those reasons could serve as a valid event for telling herself: 'Come on, act like you should. What? Haven’t you learned anything during all these long years of humanity? Don’t you think enough time has passed for you to be up to the task as the older sister? What’s wrong with you?' But, no matter how much she wanted to see it that way, things simply refused to work. Her boss, whose facial wrinkles far surpassed those of a century-old tortoise, had already issued more warnings than Adagio could remember. But one thing was clear: at the slightest mistake made by her or her sisters, they would be fired immediately. And to make matters worse, the old man's Italian accent was raspy, a voice faker than the existence of the Piltdown man. The cherry on top was that any mention of this would result in immediate dismissal. What happened to freedom of expression? For reasons like these, they missed the 20th century. Resting her face in her hands, she began to think for the fifth time about the current state of the pizzeria, which could be summed up in the subtle word: failure. The taste of those pizzas, judging by the few slices the Dazzlings had tried on weekends, was enough to say that it had a nice flavor, but still far from being rated as outstanding. It was precisely this, combined with the gradual lack of customers, that led the pizzeria to launch the promotion: "If your pizza isn’t delivered within an hour, IT’S FREE!" And while sales rose for a few days, the current state of the business returned in less than two weeks. In conclusion, something had to be done about it. "Anything new?" Sonata asked as she approached the table they used to inhabit during long periods of waiting. "No," Adagio simply replied. "Still no orders." It was Aria who felt the need to fix the situation, though she had recognized some time ago that the issue was out of her hands. Even though they never said it out loud, the three had grown somewhat fond of that pizzeria. The workplace incidents often triggered a series of laughs, and under ordinary circumstances, it was fun to secretly mock their boss’s face. The job of making deliveries was fun at the very least; the constant frenzy and the adrenaline of riding the motorcycle formed a combination worthy of applause. It was impossible for them not to indulge in their selfish side when they remembered that, despite the long distances and obstructive terrains they had to cross, they never failed to deliver the pizza within the sixty-minute period. Another star on the list. The tiny, imaginary list. "You know what," Aria said after a while, "we should revive our attempts at world domination." Then, suddenly, three notifications lit up the screens of their phones. "Finally!" Sonata exclaimed, pulling the device from her pocket and confirming that it was a new delivery. For her part, Aria couldn’t believe what she was reading: "But..." "This is..." Adagio stammered, incredulous and paralyzed by the message she was reading. "Incredible!" The notification indicated an order from an anonymous account that ordered none other than the most expensive pizza in the place. But below the name and profile picture (which was nothing more than absolute darkness), the specifications space had been used to write the following message: 'That promotion looks nice, frankly, it adds some excitement to all this. I propose a bet: if you manage to deliver the pizza to me in less than an hour, I’ll give you a reward of...' "Fifty thousand dollars!" The words burst from Adagio’s throat with blazing enthusiasm. They were precious moments of happiness until Aria intervened with a shout that perfectly contradicted her sister’s excitement. "Damn it! How I hate them!" she bellowed, doing her best to keep her anger from making her rip out and chew on her hair. "What are you talking about?" Adagio dared to say. "Uh... Yeah," Sonata said. "Look at the location." Adagio obeyed immediately, the app loaded, and after waiting for a few eternal seconds, the user’s page was presented. Under his profile, the buyer’s location was marked in the North Pole. "He’s a freaking troll," Aria muttered, clenching her fists on the wood. "The day I find him, I’ll use his eyes as a nail drawer." "That’s cruel," Sonata commented just before putting away her phone and resuming her bored posture. The silence of discouragement lasted much less than they expected. Adagio’s laughter filled the room. "Look at her, she’s gone crazy," Aria said, not bothering to hide her smile. Adagio’s hand slammed against the table. "THIS IS OUR OPPORTUNITY!" she announced. "What are you talking about?" Sonata inquired, tilting her head. "That fifty thousand dollars will be ours," Adagio explained. "We’ll teach that prankster that he shouldn’t have messed with us." "Oh, really? I need you to be more specific," Aria commented, disinterested. "Come on, imagine his face when he sees us at the door and has to hand over all that money," Adagio said, already succumbing to the tempting desire to hold so many bills in her hands. "We’ll go to the North Pole and beat him at his own game." "Do you hear yourself? I think I need to explain to you that getting to the North Pole in less than an hour is... I don’t know... Impossible!" "Uh, we’d need something faster than a motorcycle," Sonata opined, bringing a hand to her chin. Another laugh from Adagio appeared. "I have an idea," she finally declared. When Twilight finished dinner, she supposed the best thing to do was to continue working on her project—a small perpetual motion device. Or perhaps she should take the opportunity to resume her attempts to solve the zero theorem. The idea of visiting her friends was also tempting. After all, that train of thought was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. Was it just one person? The knocks seemed to come from several limbs at once. As far as she could remember, she wasn’t expecting any visitors nor had she arranged any outings with anyone. She approached the door with some caution. “Hello?” she said as she opened the door, sounding more confused than she intended. Three girls she was sure she’d seen somewhere before were standing on the doormat. But noticing the pizza box they had with them, she thought she knew what this was about. “Sorry, I didn’t order any pizza.” “It’s not about that,” Adagio replied, making an elaborate hand gesture. With a voice as cordial as it was authoritative, she said, “We need to use your teleporter.” “My what?” “You heard her,” added Sonata. “Where is it? We don’t want to be rude, but time is running out.” “So, speak up already,” Aria said as she stepped forward. Seeing them all together, those hairstyles, those faces... memories began to resurface. “Oh, I remember you. You’re the girls from the Starswirl Music Festival, aren’t you?” “Less talking, more teleporting,” said Adagio. “And don’t worry, as a thank you, we can give you an autograph or a photo.” “Hmm… okay? Can I ask how you know where I live?” “We know Sunset, and she knows you, it’s not that complicated.” “Well, that makes sense. Just one more question,” Twilight said. “What makes you think I have a teleporter?” “Sunset said you were the perfect person for what we’re looking for. She mentioned a lot of those science experiments you did and used a bunch of long words I don’t care to repeat. You wear glasses, so you must be smart, right?” “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” “Take it however you want.” “Well, yes, Sunset told the truth, but I’m sorry to say I don’t have any teleporter...” Silence. “What was that?” Aria demanded. “What do you mean?” “You were going to say something else, but you stopped,” she clarified. “It’s just that…” Twilight murmured, scratching her neck. “About that, I might have something similar,” she declared, folding and extending her fingers in weak attempts to shake off the insecurity in her voice. “It’s not exactly what you’re looking for, but it serves an identical function…” “WHERE IS IT?!” the three sirens exclaimed in unison. Twilight had no idea how much time had passed since the last time a guest visited her shed. She had received warnings about the Dazzlings' past and knew the trouble they had caused at Canterlot High, but their behavior suggested they had changed to the point where they could easily pass for a group of ordinary girls. For Twilight, that knowledge was enough. "So, if I understand correctly, you need to travel to the North Pole to deliver a very expensive pizza to regain your boss’s trust, raise a large sum of money to help the business, and avoid getting fired, right?" "That's right," Sonata confirmed. "I don't mean to dampen your enthusiasm, but I'm very sure it's climatically impossible to live at the North Pole." "In that case, you'll figure out the exact location of that individual, and we’ll set the 'beat-down' plan in motion. You can do that, right?" Adagio commented. "We'll shake hands and share a secret we'll take to the grave." "I tolerate you being so direct," was all Twilight said. "How does it work?" Aria asked from a few meters away, pointing at the device that would help them. "In simple terms, it’s a quantum teleportation machine," Twilight began to explain. "It can move particles from point A to point B almost instantaneously, thanks to entanglement." "Is that all?" Sonata inquired. "Is it really that easy?" "Well, I've only used it on inanimate objects, gradually increasing the size to test its limits. Also, I've never tested it at a distance greater than a meter, but since I made the adjustments, it hasn’t shown any flaws," Twilight explained. "You just want to send the pizza, right?" "Yes," Adagio confirmed, nodding her head. "Alright." Adagio placed the pizza box inside the teleportation machine, and along with her sisters, they stepped back until Twilight indicated it was safe. The machine didn’t look like what any of the three had imagined. If it weren’t for the dozens of inventions filled with cables and shiny metals surrounding them, they might have thought it was a bad joke. The second machine that would serve as the destination for the object was not necessary, as Twilight clarified that in extreme cases like this, she could set geographical coordinates for the dematerialization and regeneration of the particles. The only difference it made was the slight risk that the matter could be affected by a lack of particles, but since the pizza was just food, the change would be negligible. The teleportation device resembled a cubic cabin with an internal area that could hold the same space as a vertically positioned office desk. A shiny silver box with rounded corners. The cabin door began to close, and the pizza remained visible through the machine’s glass wall. "Where should I send it?" Twilight asked from the control panel. "To the North Pole," Sonata said. "No, I mean the specific location," Twilight continued when no answer came. "The North Pole is a huge place. Where exactly do you want the pizza to appear?" "It doesn’t matter," Adagio responded with apparent indifference. "Send it to the center of the place. That way, there’s a better chance the buyer will find it, right?" "Right," Twilight replied. All she wanted was to finish this as soon as possible and go rest. She entered the coordinates on the panel and activated the electromagnetic charge of the teleportation machine. "All set. It won’t take more than a minute," she announced, already removing her lab coat. "By the way, if you're hungry, I wouldn’t mind offering you some food. My mom made vegetable stew. Would you like some?" "Oh, that’s very kind of you," Adagio replied, showing palpable modesty. "But we have other plans." "Really? Like what?" Twilight asked with false interest. She could already picture herself curled up in bed while correcting her previous practical theories and reviewing relativity theory once more. That was until she heard, in enthusiastic murmurs, the number three, then two... And then one. "NOW!!!" Adagio’s voice commanded, filled with massive leadership as the Dazzlings rushed to the teleportation machine just before it started closing. It was a moment when Twilight would swear her heart stopped beating. "What are you doing?!" she yelled, her voice filled with terror. She quickly headed to the control panel, which seemed to have moved a hundred meters away. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" "Sorry," Adagio declared with a sly grin from inside the machine, "but we have no intention of failing this mission." It’d be a quick and trouble-free trip; a few quick photographs to serve as evidence. That way, who would dare reproach them for giving a beating to a miserable prankster? No one but him would get hurt. "I didn’t calibrate the machine for humans!" Twilight shouted. But as she pressed all the buttons installed on the panel, she tried to ignore all the times she had warned herself about the risks of operating a device like this. A glowing, red triangle encircling an exclamation mark appeared on the screen and blinked with such urgency that Twilight considered breaking the machine. Unfortunately, the time it would take to find a hammer was longer than the thirty seconds she had. Then the machine began to tremble, shaking with a turbulence that darkened the scientist's hopes. "Hmm, is this supposed to happen?" Sonata asked, noticing the smoke starting to rise outside the glass. "Do we still have siren genetics?" Aria mumbled, failing to steady her voice and trying to move back despite the limited space. "She said 'humans.' That doesn’t have to include us, right?" But the more Twilight tried, the less she could ignore the warning she should have considered when offering her help to the Dazzlings. Sweat began to coat her arms, and panic hit her as she looked up and saw her shed being flooded with a large amount of black smoke and blue and orange sparks emanating from the machine. "I..." Adagio said with a barely audible voice and trembling feet. "I think I’ve changed my mind." She didn’t hesitate to take a small run-up and use the side of her body to slam into the glass. She had assumed that would be enough, and upon impact realized her mistake. Together, the Dazzlings hit the armored glass with both their arms and legs. Horrifying screams and wails began to be heard. The glass showed no damage. 'Alert. Alert. Alert.' Twilight couldn’t remember ever typing so quickly before. Her heart rate soared to her throat, and she found herself at the mercy of her own invention. The urgency she felt in those seconds made her fingers tremble. 'Alert. Alert. Alert.' When the lens of her glasses turned red, she pressed the button to her right and pulled with all her strength the lever that rested beneath the table. A powerful sound erupted and shook the floor one last time. The lights grew brighter, and the last thing Twilight saw before the teleportation machine disappeared were the terrified and desperate faces of the sirens. In the background, the darkness began to fade. It was curious, another testament to the extensive and deteriorated resilience of human consciousness. A flickering spark, seemingly numb from natural dizziness, appeared. But her eyelids still felt heavy. She assumed it was instinct, a concept she thought she had left behind over a year ago, specifically since the last time she had fainted. Hello? No, her lips still couldn’t move. Her ears couldn’t inform her of the new sounds. She made another effort to recover, and after an endless series of attempts, the reality of whether they were real or not, Adagio managed it. The Dazzlings awoke from their stupor at the same time. The pain in their joints was unbearable. Gradually, the smoke began to clear. "Damn it," Aria muttered, holding her head and assuming she had discovered a new type of muscle pain. "Is everyone alive?" "I need a new pelvis," Sonata mumbled, clutching her hip. "And maybe a new neck." Adagio merely blinked and tried to clear her vision. Aria helped Sonata to her feet and signaled Adagio (twice) that she would not follow any more of her ideas. "Fair enough," Adagio murmured as the smoke finally dissipated and the door began to slide open. They emerged one by one, slowly, sharing the faint hope that they were still in Twilight’s shed. Had the sun always been this bright? The air felt suffocating, as if it carried a pressure that could almost be described as tangible. Gigantic trees with long leaves loomed impressively. The ground was damp, thick, and identical to that of a swamp. Looking up, the Dazzlings saw a volcano dominating a vast array of flora and thick tree trunks of a new hue. "Nice job, Adagio," Aria commented. "You sent us to a tropical jungle." Then, suddenly, the grotesque roar and presence of a Tyrannosaurus Rex shattered what little skepticism they had left. It was as if they had landed in a world; a world that does not cater to wishes. They didn’t dare move, but just looking around made it clear that there were other giant insects and creatures they only remembered seeing as fossils in museums. "Uh," Sonata murmured, understanding with a nervous laugh, "I think we traveled back a little bit in time." Forcing herself to accept reality, Adagio swallowed.

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Adagio Dazzle,Aria Blaze,Sonata Dusk,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Adventure,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Profanity

The Dazzling Pizza Delivery

Determined to save the pizzeria where they work, the Dazzlings agree to take on an impossible delivery. Unfortunately, the journey turns out to be more complicated than they could have ever imagined.

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<p>The Dazzlings work as delivery drivers for a pizzeria that, unfortunately, is losing more and more customers. But when they receive an order from a distant part of the world, along with a tempting amount of money, they see the perfect opportunity to save the pizzeria.<br/>Unfortunately, the journey only becomes more and more complicated, throwing them into a series of amusing and delirious situations.</p>

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"This..." Adagio stammered, mesmerized and terrified by the surroundings filled with countless unknown dangers. "Let's go. We can't waste any more time." "Finally, we agree on something," Aria said as she stepped back in a series of inconsistent steps. Surprisingly, the teleporter showed no significant damage, and the only sign of potential risk was the landing area—a land resembling wet sandstone that was similar to mud, adorned in a very unsubtle manner with strange vegetables and thin green plants. As an ineffective source of joy, the pizza box inside the cubicle was also in good condition. "Does anyone know how to operate this thing?" Sonata asked as the last one to enter the machine. The interior of the device had an almost entirely silver tone, decorated only by the glass door and a small rectangular button panel on one side. Twenty red buttons that did a poor job of specifying their functionality. "Wow, that scientist really didn't consider this possibility," Aria muttered, looking disdainfully at the buttons. "I suggest pressing them all one by one." "What if we accidentally press a self-destruct button?" Sonata asked. "Are you kidding me?" "Why do you say that?" Adagio took advantage of the argument to press the button at the top of the panel. Judging by its location, she assumed it would be the most important one, likely to activate the mechanism and hopefully pinpoint a trip to the present time. But nothing happened, nothing moved, and the only sounds were distant roars and the flapping of large insects they had never seen before. "Try this one," Sonata suggested, pressing a button at random. Seeing that the device continued to refuse to cooperate, Aria took it upon herself. Without hesitation, she pressed all the buttons rapidly while cursing every idea that came to mind. "Why?! Why aren’t you working, you stupid contraption?!" Feeling more fearful than before, Adagio stepped out of the teleporter and took a few steps to the right, trying to figure out what was causing the stressful uselessness. Batteries? If hypothetical batteries were in bad shape, she might as well start planning her funeral. Maybe some red flowers wouldn’t be a bad idea. But the sight she encountered as she circled the machine made her blood run cold. "What’s going on?" Sonata asked, coming out of the machine with Aria. No words were needed; their eyes gave a clear answer to the situation. The plug lay in a serpentine shape, static, devoid of hope. The three of them agreed that they were living through a joke that surpassed the bad taste of internet pranksters. "Alright, no one panic," Adagio said after a moment, managing to achieve a firmer stance than she had expected and effectively masking the fear seeping into her heartbeat. "This isn’t as bad as it seems." "Not as bad?" Aria replied, brushing with aggressive disbelief. "We're stranded in the damn Jurassic era with no way to get home, Adagio. Don’t ask me to calm down!" "No, it’s not like that," Adagio took a deep breath, "but we need to keep a cool head if we want to get out of this." "I think we're going to die here," Sonata declared after hearing another distant roar that shook the security she was struggling to maintain. "No, it’s not like that!" Adagio repeated. "Come on, help me move this thing to a safe place." They positioned themselves so that their arms evenly distributed the weight of the teleporter. Like a heavy battering ram, they held it high while making sure not to be seen by any creature. Their six arms, aching and feeling like they were carrying a fridge full of food, begged for a break they couldn't afford. They traversed what seemed to be a jungle dominated by long palm-like trees and abundant ferns that caused slight complications in the width of the path. "I can’t take it anymore..." Sonata gasped with trembling arms, fearing the machine's weight would soon crush her. "Here, let it go," Adagio muttered, feeling the same pain. The weight bent them in such a way that Aria could catch a breath, imagining her ribs suffering the consequences. She would need a good massage soon. The teleporter fell onto some light green grass, rolled a few centimeters, and then came to a complete stop. They hoped that the area they were in would be good for a while, a few minutes to think of something. The dinosaurs continued to be heard at a distance sufficient to remove those beasts from the list of dangers—for now. "Alright, what’s next? What’s the plan?" Aria said as she struggled to fill her lungs with air. "Do we have a plan?" "Let me think of something," Adagio said, almost shouting. "I know we can’t stay here in the open; we’d be found sooner or later. We need to find shelter." "We could take refuge in a cave. In shows, they always use caves for shelter," Sonata suggested, raising her hand. "Oh, sure!" Aria rolled her eyes. "Because nothing says 'safety' like a dark cave in the dinosaur era." "Oh, really? Well, I haven’t heard you suggest anything," Sonata retorted. Adagio closed her eyes for a moment, immersing herself in her sparkling thoughts with the intention of organizing them. Deep down, she had almost absolute confidence in the cave idea. She would allow herself to plan something better in the near future. "Listen, we don’t have many options," she declared firmly. "The first thing we’ll do is find a cave, just like Sonata said. We’ll stay there for the night and think about everything else later." Aria sighed, recognizing that following the logical option was the best path but unable to hide her frustration. "Fine, let’s find that damn cave," she said, crossing her arms. "But don’t blame me if a dinosaur decides to share it with us." "By the way," Sonata asked, timidly raising a finger, "what will we do with the machine?" Adagio glanced at the device before resisting the urge to slap herself in the face. "We’ll have to carry it again," was her brief command. Ensuring silence, they walked in the direction opposite the location of a volcano. Frankly, they couldn’t stop imagining the worst-case scenarios, from a simple stumble causing irreparable damage to the machine, to being challenged by a dinosaur twenty times their size. Under their feet was a muddy terrain covered with thick layers of moss that had become damp from a previous rain. The tree canopies acted as umbrellas, making the heat less unbearable. Prioritizing the need to be careful with each step, they quickly scanned from side to side for a cave or some natural shelter. A dangerous feeling of being watched (with insects still being the only inevitable presence) had been lurking for longer than they would have liked. Occasional crunches of small, worn-out branches caused them micro-heart attacks, forcing them to freeze, and in the thick underbrush, they encountered multiple dark-legged insects that were unpleasant to see. “Rest,” Adagio managed to say before her arms gave out. They set the teleporter down on a patch of green grass. “Damn it, I can't feel my arms,” Aria muttered, already too weak to speak. The sentiment was shared. It had been just over ten minutes since they started walking, and the only shelter they found was a dark, hole-riddled rock that probably belonged to some kind of spider. “I need... water...” Sonata gasped, sitting down on the ground and breathing heavily. Feeling as if she had just completed the most intense workout, Adagio collapsed onto the bag, her arms sprawled in random directions. What was she trying to achieve? She wondered, hoping that something would come to her. Waving the white flag could be seen as a logical act rather than cowardice, right? No one could blame her given the current circumstances. No one could say she failed if survival in a time millions of years in the past was the issue. However, it was worth holding onto and appreciating a glimmer of hope that would offer some reward in the future. “At least things can’t get worse,” she murmured as she slowly got to her feet. “Come on, let’s keep going. I have a feeling we’re not too far. Just a few more meters and—” a horrifying roar shattered the continuity of her voice. The three, by simple instinct, turned their heads toward the source of the roar and then were met with an even more thunderous sound. Then a clump of bushes was being torn apart by a rigid and heavy body. The roars continued repeatedly. “I guess they were overdue,” Sonata said before they all ran to hide behind the nearest tree. Through the combination of leaves, they could see a fight between two triceratops, their anger reflected in every sound they made. They weren’t very fast, but the force with which they charged, using their head frills, gave the scene more action than they expected. The impact of the blows seemed to crush the air. The smaller of the two fell to the ground and roared, attacking with its head as the other one ran away and returned to the clearing where the fight was taking place. “I’m betting on the one with the broken horn,” Aria whispered. “It looks tough.” Adagio gave her a stern look and a gesture to keep quiet before returning her gaze to the machine. Although she hadn’t said it aloud, she was relieved to see that they were beginning to connect their thoughts: they couldn’t leave the teleporter behind or it would all be over. “As soon as they finish fighting, we’ll grab the teleporter and head right, understood?” Aria and Sonata nodded. The latter watched the battle with noticeable skepticism, the sweat on her hands making it clear. She wiped her palms on her skirt and returned her touch to the trunk, which fortunately was large enough to completely hide the three of them. It seemed that the triceratops had no intention of diverting their attention from the fight. But then, it happened. A beastly sight that they had only seen in a humiliating display of bones in the museum appeared, making the grandeur of the trees seem insignificant compared to the T-rex. The roar it let out was so powerful that the Dazzlings had to cover their ears, and even then, they failed to block out the deafening sound. The T-rex advanced and, when it faced the triceratops—creatures that had already lost all their majesty—it opened its gigantic mouth full of sharp, saliva-coated teeth and let out a roar that seemed to enjoy destroying the breeze. The two triceratops fled in the same direction. Don't move, was the phrase that kept bouncing in the three girls' heads. Don't make a single sound. They pressed closer to the trunk and waited; the deafening footsteps of the T-rex were all they had to know that the creature was moving away. Still with terror clutching their hearts, Adagio waved her hand, and that was enough for the sirens to head towards the teleporter. Sonata kept her eyes on her self-assigned task: watching the T-rex. The dinosaur was still visible through the leaves, but now the distance made it no larger than a thumb. They moved the teleporter and resumed their walk. Accompanied by a series of constant comments (mostly individual questions and scarce solutions regarding their current situation), they tried to take the situation as seriously as it required. If they could trust their memories, they would recall that they couldn’t rely only on what they saw. The era they were in had been admired and analyzed for many years, and the general conclusion from professionals was the palpable danger associated with a hypothetical journey to the prehistoric era. In other words, survival seemed akin to a distant dream where, in most cases, there was no happy ending. After a few minutes, Adagio suddenly stopped, causing the two girls to almost crash into her. “There, quickly,” she informed, pointing to an entrance surrounded by trees. A curve surrounded by thick vegetation but opening up enough to conclude their search. They quickened their pace, forcing themselves to ignore the plea of their exhausted limbs, and managed to enter the cave; a den that was engulfed in darkness. Without time to observe their surroundings, they left the teleporter at one end and proceeded to collapse, begging for some form of energy drink as a reward. “You know what’s funny about this?” Sonata gasped, a nervous and weak laugh emerging from her throat as a sign of potential delirium. “If a dinosaur lives here, we’ll die in a very unpleasant way.” Adagio and Aria jumped up instantly. A quick and cautious game of rock, paper, scissors decided that Aria would go in front. In case she encountered a creature, she tried to ponder her immediate reaction. She covered her mouth with one hand, leaving the other hand free as a desperate method of self-defense. Certainly, the cave was deeper than it looked from outside; it wouldn’t be enough to jump with an extended hand to reach the ceiling, and somehow this gave a spark of calm. The interior expanded in a directional manner, resembling a hallway that opened vertically downwards as the meters increased. Finally, she could breathe easy upon confirming that no fourth member was present. Except for the insects coming and going, of course. “Alright, this will do for now,” Adagio said, leaning against one of the hard walls. “Anyone have anything to say?” “If we follow logic, the next step should be to avoid starving to death,” Aria declared, her tone growing serious. “The pizza is still in the machine, right?” Adagio knew where the conversation was headed. “Forget about the pizza for now,” she said. “What?” Aria retorted, almost shouting. “What are you talking about now?” Struggling to find the right words, Adagio scanned every corner of the cave with her gaze. “Look,” she began, though her voice betrayed her lack of conviction. “I hate to say this, but the best thing we can do is save the pizza,” she paused, “You know, for a hypothetical end.” “End?” Sonata murmured. “Just in case we don’t manage to get back to the present,” she finally explained. “At least that way, we’ll have a treat as our last meal.” “Oh, Dagi, you don’t have to be so pessimistic,” Sonata said, standing up. “Of course we’ll get back to the present!” “Oh, really?” Aria murmured, lacking interest. “Well, I came up with something while resting. Electricity isn’t an invention but a discovery. And even though we don’t know much about this era, we’re still on the same planet. If we’re lucky, we could use a thunderstorm as a power source to turn on the machine.” Adagio’s and Aria’s eyes widened in surprise, focusing directly on Sonata. “Did I say something wrong?” she stammered. “Sonata...” Adagio began, a smile forming on her face. “You’re a genius!” she exclaimed with palpable excitement. “Yes! Yes! That’s what we’ll do!” “That sounds interesting, but there’s a flaw in the plan,” Aria suddenly explained. “How long will we have to wait... Correction. How long will we have to survive until a thunderstorm occurs?” “Uh...” Sonata said. “Yes, I admit that’s a minor flaw.” Adagio shook her head. “N-no, it doesn’t matter. If we stick together, everything will work out.” “How nice, it’s a pity that hope can’t be eaten,” Aria commented. “Just one problem at a time,” Adagio said, forcing herself to organize her thoughts. “We’ll go out to look for food in an hour. For now, I ask that we stay here, in silence, and then we’ll worry about the rest of the things. Understood?” “Understood,” Aria and Sonata said in unison, their voices sounding completely contrasting. After a short rest, they agreed it would be smart to push the machine further into the cave to prevent any intruders from destroying it. Outside, the sun shone more intensely. Determined to overcome the difficulties, the Dazzlings left the cave with the sole goal of returning with full stomachs. And with all their limbs intact. The dinosaurs, it seemed, had a preference for areas populated with trees and large swampy regions accompanied by fragmented rocks, which was why none of the sirens were showing fear. Their weapons (if that was the right word) were nothing more than long branches, their curves resembling the shape of a small scythe. They also had rocks that could serve as a cheap long-range defense. How did a dinosaur scream? Would a rock be enough to cause it significant damage? They still had doubts about the roars the beasts would make. Could they attract other dinosaurs, or were they selfish beings who felt no empathy for the cries of their own kind? There were too many questions to be answered. Sonata spotted a bush resembling a clump of shrubs, adorned with circular blue fruits hanging in apparent calm atop a mound of earth a few meters away. “There’s something over there,” she said, pointing to her target and being careful not to let go of the giant leaf she was holding like an umbrella against the heat. The Dazzlings approached and got a good view of the panorama; the fruits, about the size of marbles, were not something they remembered seeing, but if they had to bet, they would swear they were just normal blueberries. “We can’t risk them being poisonous,” Adagio commented after feeling the fruit's skin with a branch. “But then what will we eat?” Sonata inquired. That question made Adagio shiver. “I have an idea,” Aria interjected. “Remember the triceratops that were fighting nearby?” “Yeah,” Sonata nodded. Aria merely smiled. “What?! No! No! No!” Sonata exclaimed as she recognized her sister’s intentions. “I don’t want to eat a dinosaur!” “Calm down, of course we’re not doing that,” Adagio clarified firmly. “We can go fishing, how does that sound?” “Raw fish? Sounds much better than being poisoned,” Aria said, cracking her knuckles in preparation to catch any fish she found. “If there’s no other option...” Sonata commented, still with serious doubts leading her to search for another solution. Would eating insects be less disgusting? “Alright, let’s go fish...” Her voice faded mid-word, and when the roar sounded closer from the sky, fear gripped each of the sirens. A pterodactyl swept through the breeze and extended its claws as it brushed the tops of the trees. “Watch out!” Adagio shouted, ducking and covering her head. The Dazzlings only managed to separate a few meters when the pterodactyl’s roar shook the environment again. It flapped its wings once more and opened its beak, revealing its sharp teeth stained with bits of plants. In a moment of pure adrenaline, Aria thought she might throw a rock and perhaps scare the creature away, but a deafening roar made her look up. “SONATA!” she bellowed, noticing that while she and Adagio had moved to a dry area with rocks, Sonata had dashed to the other end of the path—a vegetative area. With horrifying speed, the pterodactyl charged through the trees and managed to snag Sonata’s shirt with its claws, who could only emit terrified shrieks in response. “NO!” Adagio cried out, seeing the creature’s wings lift it off the ground. The pterodactyl roared again. Sonata struck at the dinosaur’s skin, summoning courage to hit the thick claws and scream in hopes of freeing herself. But she abandoned those attempts when, in the blink of an eye, she realized the immense height she had reached. She closed her eyes and clung to the pterodactyl. She decided she wouldn’t open her eyes until she touched solid ground, yes, that’s what she would do. “Sonata...” Adagio whispered with a shattered voice, extending her hand as if she could reach her. And she began to loathe the fact that she couldn’t process everything that had just happened. “Sonata! Aria, quickly, we can’t lose sight of her!” she roared before starting to run. “Damn it,” Aria muttered, clenching her fists and following her. For the first time, she felt she couldn’t beat her in a race. “Hey! You need to calm down!” “CALM DOWN?!” Adagio retorted, jumping over a rock and then circling a tree. “That thing just took Sonata! Don’t ask me to calm down!” Well, Aria admitted she didn’t use the right words. “We won’t get anywhere if you act like this!” she growled, emphasizing the final part of the sentence. “What do you plan to do against a fifteen-meter flying beast, huh? Tell me!” “I HAVE TO SAVE HER!” The height the dinosaur had ascended to made it seem as small as an ant, its wings still battling the air and it was unclear what the destination of the journey was. Adagio and Aria ran on, unwilling to stop; Adagio because of the denial of losing sight of Sonata, and Aria because of the denial of losing sight of Adagio. Then, the pterodactyl made a slight change in direction, heading towards a hill that seemed to be a brown mountain that Adagio, in her panic, momentarily mistook for a volcano. She swore she had a mini-heart attack at that moment. There, the pterodactyl’s body covered whatever was going on. The nerves wouldn’t stop growing. “Follow me,” Adagio ordered quickly, positioning her feet on the hill. “Wait, don’t tell me you plan to climb up there,” Aria retorted. “Do you have a better idea?” Aria grabbed her by the wrist and forced her to turn around. “Look, if this is your plan, fine. I’m worried too, but you won’t achieve anything if you let your nerves take over, understand? We’ll stay down here until that thing leaves. It’s the best we can do.” “But Sonata…” “She’ll be fine, she’s stronger than she looks,” Aria said with great calm, managing to make Adagio’s pulse start to calm down. Even she couldn’t believe what she had just said. Sonata, you better not die, Aria thought. But Sonata still didn’t have a good view of her location. She had opened her eyes but now her hands were obstructing her vision. The fact that the pterodactyl had let her go didn’t do much to reassure her. She told herself she was doing fine, she knew the dinosaur was still in front of her, watching her, and would probably stay there for a while. This led her to think she would need to stay still. She remembered a similar situation in a TV show. Not a sound, not a single sound, was the phrase buzzing in her head. She waited, and when her ears detected a slight movement similar to the sound of the claws when they grabbed her, her conviction faltered. She recognized that the dinosaur had left, and this allowed her breathing to recover while her mind began to investigate what kind of terrain she was on—a rough surface made of various materials she couldn’t identify. Slowly, very slowly, she began to lower her hands, dragging them down her face with the only instruction being that she had no second chances. Once her vision returned, she saw the pterodactyl in the air, flying away thanks to the relaxed movement of its wings. Without wasting time, she looked around and noticed the hill she was sitting on. The downside (one more to the list) was that the natural formation extended further down, like a flattened pyramid adorned with dark moss, so she couldn’t see the ground. She gave herself quick and gentle slaps on the cheeks to regain control. Okay, you just need to get down from this hill. Piece of cake, Sonata, it’s a piece of cake. Just hurry before that dinosaur comes back. Then she realized her specific location: a nest made of earth, twigs, gravel, and leaves of various colors and sizes. Also, her company consisted of five small eggs… And one that, by far, was larger than the rest. Five beige eggs resting in a slight space of the nest. Sonata didn’t need to know more to understand that they were the pterodactyl’s hatchlings. What really began to return her to that state of terror was the fact that the shell of the other egg, the largest and a different color, had a couple of cracks. Intrigued, silently, carefully with each of her slow steps, Sonata approached. “Hello?” she murmured while extending a timid hand toward the shell. Seeing it from this new distance, she realized it wasn’t just cracks. The egg had already been opened. The top shell flew off, propelled by the animated leap of a small creature. The baby Tyrannosaurus rex emerged from its home. “Ah! W-what?” Sonata exclaimed, stepping back in fright. “How…? Why…?” A couple of expressions of confusion appeared on the dinosaur's face, which, despite having a scaly visage and a different skull from the creatures she was used to, seemed to be smiling. “You…? How did you get here?” Sonata stammered, getting up and regaining her composure despite the lingering surprise. As the seconds passed, a cathartic scene began to unfold; the creature in front of her brought her a calm she hadn’t expected to find. Those bright eyes and tiny arms were as striking as its tail, which kept wagging as if mimicking a puppy’s behavior. By the time she fully composed herself, Sonata noticed the immense smile that had formed on her own face. “Aww, you’re the cutest thing in the world!” In response, the Tyrannosaurus rex lunged toward her in a gesture of trust and affection. “Hey, is it normal for you to tickle me even though you don’t have fur?” Sonata said amid her loud laughter. “Yes, I love you too!” She would have given anything to make that moment last a little longer. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, standing up as quickly as her legs allowed. “No, no, I can’t waste any more time.” She left the nest and leaned slightly over the edge of the hill, bracing herself against the nearby rocks, but still failing in her mission to see how far away she was. “No, no, no,” was the only word that came from her throat. Behind her, a cute roar from the Tyrannosaurus rex interrupted her new nerves. Sonata caught sight of the smiling dinosaur. You. Ignoring the fact that it shouldn’t be there and that she couldn’t rely on time being an ally, what was she supposed to do? She couldn’t leave the baby dinosaur there, abandon it to its fate. “Once you cross paths with a Dazzling, welcome to the world of bad luck!” was a saying she never liked. And if she wanted to get logical, that pterodactyl must have brought it somehow, with the sole purpose of making it its meal. Weren’t pterodactyls herbivores, or was her memory failing her? In any case, the eyes watching her were so innocent that Sonata didn’t want to reject them. Without saying a word, she picked up the dinosaur and returned to the edge of the hill, determined not to look back. “Alright, we’ll do this together, okay?” Her voice was followed by an enthusiastic roar. During a period of boredom many years ago, she had seen a live televised competition on alpine skiing. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to imagine that she was going to do the same activity she had watched that autumn afternoon on the screen. The only differences were that she didn’t have skis, no safety gear, she had to ensure that the dinosaur she was carrying wouldn’t get hurt, and unlike the TV contestants, she had to descend a rocky hill instead of a snowy one. Yes, everything would definitely turn out fine. She took a deep breath and hoped her feet wouldn’t betray her. “Here we go!” she said before taking the first step. It wasn’t long before she started thinking she should have prepared better, that maybe the pterodactyl would come back in an hour and she could have used that time to better assess the terrain instead of relying on her poor reverse climbing skills. “Careful, careful, careful, careful, careful,” she repeated with each step she managed to take. She didn’t think she was going too fast; for now, she had reason to believe she’d reach the ground safe and sound. The wind hit her body in an enveloping manner. One step here, making sure not to step on a rock that could make her slip; one step there, ensuring to maintain a reliable balance. The dinosaur’s tail wagged with an enthusiasm that was hard to control. “Please, don’t move,” Sonata pleaded, noticing the path was becoming increasingly uneven due to the increasing rocks and thick vegetation centered around moss and bothersome sediment. But as she descended a certain number of meters, she heard voices that filled her with relief. “Sonata!” Adagio shouted, being held back by Aria, who kept demanding with closed eyes and a harsh voice that if she tried to climb the hill, she wouldn’t live to tell the tale. Without taking her eyes off the path, Sonata was more careful than ever. She had already gained a speed that prevented her from blinking, and the Tyrannosaurus rex’s excessive excitement made her stifle screams on the way down. She was going too fast. “SONATA, WATCH OUT!” Adagio shouted, more alarmed than ever. Then, due to the extra weight involved in carrying the dinosaur, the descent became unexpected. The terrain she was about to enter was the most dangerous left, and Sonata feared she would need total control of her limbs. It was a moment when Sonata let adrenaline take over the situation. Her own body reacted to the frenzy. “Catch it!” she exclaimed before tossing the dinosaur towards her sisters. With that done, she immediately refocused her attention on the descent and resumed the careful placement of her steps. “What the—” Aria muttered, seeing a dark figure, cast in shadow by the sun, thrown in her direction. There was no time to process what was happening. She began taking a series of steps backward while raising her arms, but whatever Sonata had thrown made it clear that she wasn’t the best at judging distances. She quickened her retreat and, as she saw the figure about to fall, made a powerful leap backward, like a rugby player determined to catch the ball. She didn’t like the jolt she took to her back, but at least she accomplished her goal. “Aria…” Adagio said as she approached the girl lying on the ground. “Oh my God! What is...?” Slowly, prioritizing avoiding dizziness, feeling that what she was touching was neither soft like a giant fruit nor static like a fossil, Aria opened her eyes. The scream she released didn’t make her proud. “What the heck?!” she expressed her confusion after distancing herself from the oddly smiling creature. “Wait!” Sonata called from the other side of the area, already having relished touching the ground and running at full speed towards her sisters. “Sonata, you’re okay!” Adagio said, extending her arms ready for a reunion hug. Sonata easily ignored her and went to hug the baby dinosaur. “Please, don’t hurt it,” she pleaded, wrapping the creature in her arms. “I wasn’t going to hurt it,” Aria clarified, managing to sound serious. “Oh, well… that’s a relief.” “What? No, wait, you found a baby Tyrannosaurus rex up there?” Adagio mentioned. “I don’t know the reason either, when I got there it was already there, apparently refusing to leave its shell.” “Dinosaurs are dumb,” Aria commented. “If it followed you, we can trust my theory. Let’s conclude that pterodactyl had myopia or something. It must have thought it was an egg from another species, maybe something to snack on.” “I guess that explains the cracks,” Sonata said, remembering that the grip of the sturdy claws that lifted her to the nest might have broken the egg. “Yes, yes, a nice story with a happy ending,” Adagio said with a hand on her chest, enjoying the peace in her heartbeat. “But let’s not waste any more time. Aria saw a river near this area, we can go there once we forget how traumatic this was. Sonata, are you okay? Did nothing bad happen to you?” “I’m better than ever, Dagi,” she replied with a small and honest smile. “Good, now let’s go to the cave.” Sonata picked up the Tyrannosaurus rex once more. When she noticed that no one was following her, she stopped dead and turned around; both Adagio and Aria looked puzzled. “What?” “That thing,” Aria said, pointing with an accusing finger. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to bring it with us.” “But of course! We can’t leave it here, alone and without help. Who knows what will happen to it in a place like this,” she said while hugging the Tyrannosaurus rex tighter. “Sonata, this is its home,” Adagio clarified. “It’s natural for it to be here; we can’t take that away from it.” “Its natural state would be to be with its mother, but unfortunately, it can’t enjoy that. It was kidnapped by a pterodactyl and almost eaten alive,” Sonata said with a voice tinged with lament. “It hasn’t caused me any trouble since I met it. It’s been as sweet as cotton candy. I’ll take care of it; just let me protect it, please,” she pleaded with a pout forming on her face. Not wanting to get involved in such an important decision (and mostly wanting to take the path of proper rest), Aria crossed her arms and continued moving towards the cave, leaving Adagio to have the final say. And the last thing Adagio wanted was to get involved in a verdict of that kind. Well, Sonata had no reason to lie, she admitted; if she said the dinosaur wasn’t dangerous, she would have to believe exactly that, its small size and friendly smile supported it. Its eyes, though identical to the rest of the menacing creatures ruling the surroundings, were peculiar, distinctive, dark pearls that reflected the sunlight in a sweet and endearing way. Adagio couldn't bring herself to deny Sonata happiness after what had just happened. "Fine, you can bring him with us," she finally declared. "But if we notice that he's dangerous, you'll have to let him go." "YES! THANK YOU SO MUCH, DAGI!" Sonata exclaimed before wrapping Adagio in a hug. "I... can't... breathe," Adagio said, as the baby T-rex's tail kept slapping her cheek. "I'm sorry!" Sonata said with excessive politeness, immediately stepping back. The dinosaur, reflecting its increased joy, let out a high-pitched roar. All Adagio silently hoped for was that her decision wouldn't turn out to be a mistake.

autobotfan15

563263

Original Character,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Sunset's Hobby

Everyone has a hobby. Sunset gets one after her defeat.

incomplete

<p>After her defeat at the fall formal Sunset Shimmer sets out to become a better person with the help of her <s>Past victims</s> new friends. Of course she needs a new way to help herself like a better hobby then trying to rule the world.</p><p>Maybe a hobby in which she controls an even smaller world.</p><p>Inspired by Applejack's hobby by TheLegendaryBillCipher</p>

everyone

2024-08-22T01:05:18+00:00

2024-08-22T03:13:13+00:00

Boredom was all the girl felt as she walked along the sidewalk. That and several other emotions like guilt. It had been nearly a week after Sunset’s defeat at the hands of princess Twilight Sparkle. She had spent most of the week cleaning up the damages to the school with some help. That help being her henchmen Snips and Snails and her new assigned friends being her past victims. Geez that all felt weird in her head. Yes, indeed her life couldn’t be any more bizarre and to make it more bad the whole school treated her badly. Her new friends tried to fend off the other students but they couldn’t be everywhere. Sunset sighed as she continued walking; her apartment was not too far. Hard to believe a few gems and gold bits from Equestria could easily help her finances and keep her afloat for a long time. “Maybe I need a hobby,” she said to herself. “Hey! There she is! And she’s alone!” Sunset whipped her head around and saw three boys. All of them had baseball bats and were glaring at her. “Let's get her!” And just like that Sunset ran. She didn’t bother heading to her home because she knew they would follow and break the door. She needed to get far away and hide. She soon rounded a corner and ran inside a random door to a shop. She quickly hid behind what she assumed was a shelf. She could hear the boys coming only for them to stop. “Darn it! She got away!” “Relax Hoops, we’ll find her next time. Let's hope she doesn’t tattle and tell Rainbow or Principal Celestia.” Sunset Shimmer sighed in relief as she heard the boys walk away. She got up and dusted herself off. She then looked around as she asked herself where she was. She looked around and saw lots of boxes on shelves. Many of them had pictures of colorful trains on them. She even saw what looked like tracks of different types packaged and hanging on hooks. She then saw a sign on one of the walls that had the name of the store: Train Town Hobbies. “Need some help there young lady?” a voice sounded. Sunset jumped and noticed a rather thin and elderly man with a white mustache approached her. He wore a red shirt and blue overalls and had a name tag that said Clear Signal. “You came in quite quickly. You were running like your caboose was on fire,” the man said before letting out a chuckle. Sunset just sighed again and rolled her eyes. “No sir, I was just trying to get away from trouble. Would it be okay if I hid here for a bit?” The old man named Clear Signal looked at her confused but shrugged. “Just don’t steal anything I had to put up with more than enough shoplifters already since opening,” he replied as he went behind a counter and opened a book that was on it. Sunset then started to look around the store. She’d seen trains of this world in books but to see miniature models of them was something else. The shop not only had trains but other miniature vehicles too as well as buildings, trees, and other small things. In the back while looking at some prepackaged miniature vehicles, she heard a clattering sound. She looked and saw what looked like a miniature world on a table. There she saw a small steam locomotive pulling a small freight train in a circle around a small town with streets, buildings, and even tiny people. There was something about the motion of the train that caught her eye. It actually bought back memories of when she grew up in Equestria. How her mentor would sometimes take her on a trip in a train. “Found something you like?” Sunset jumped and shrieked a bit as she whipped around and saw Clear Signal standing there. “Geez do you often sneak up on people?!” “Strange, I get that a lot,” he said as he looked past Sunset at the display. “Couldn’t help but notice you were ogling my display.” “Yeah,” she said before turning back to it. “Quite the artistry.” “Yep, that comes with the hobby. This is only one of my own creations I call Tiny Train Town.” “Hobby? This is a hobby?” Sunset asked. “Oh yeah,” Clear Signal said. “There's nothing more fun than making a railroad empire. It's practically a world where you control.” Those last words struck Sunset as it reminded her of the fall formal. She was a demon ready to take over the world but then shook it off. “So I can make any kind of world with this?” “Depending on what you want. The limit is your imagination young lady. It can be a bustling big city with a subway train or maybe the wild west with an old fashioned steam train. Like I said it's up to you.” Sunset pondered for a bit as she continued to watch the little engine making laps. “How much for this one?” “Woah now lady it's my display but if you want this hobby I can get you started with the starter set this train came in.” A few moments later Sunset was with Clear Signal with a large box that contained a little train set. The box had a rather detailed picture of the train with the words Southwest Freighter on it. “Is that all I need to get started?” Clear smirked as he hit a few buttons on the cash register. “All but the bill.” Cha-ching “So you bought yourself a toy?” Rainbow Dash asked as she watched Sunset put some track together in an oval shape. “They say it's not really a toy. It’s a model,” Sunset replied as she pulled an 0-8-0 steam locomotive out of the box. “I thought maybe I could use a hobby.” “Make sense, a hobby better than world domination,” she chuckled but immediately shut up when Sunset glared at her. “Right too soon.” After placing the train on the track and plugging the set into a wall socket. She turned the remote control on and turned the knob. Just like magic the engine began moving while making an audible chuffing noise. The two girls sat there and watched the little engine go around an oval of track. Sunset would occasionally either speed up the train or slow it down. She even pressed the whistle button. It didn’t take long for Rainbow to get bored. “Is that all it can do?” “Maybe but the guy at the shop says it's a start,” Sunset replied. Rainbow then hopped off the couch. “Well, have fun. If you’ll excuse me, I gotta have a word with those three idiots who thought it would be a good idea to chase you with bats.” Sunset couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “Go easy on them.” As Rainbow left, Sunset just continued to watch the little engine go around but it felt like something was missing. Even after pressing the whistle and bell button a few times she felt like there should be more. She didn’t think for long as she suddenly heard a vibrating sound. She turned towards a book that was glowing and vibrating like a cell phone. She powered off the train and opened up the journal. Sunset Shimmer, I hope this message finds you well. I know it can be difficult to adjust to. But try not to think of me giving you friends as some sort of punishment. Sure you may have tricked them into not trusting each other but I’m sure you’ll get along well with them. This world has so many strange things to see and learn from but now that you have friends maybe you can learn many more things and maybe find something that allows you to enjoy life in a creative way. If you ever have any questions or concerns please feel free to reach out to me at any time. -Twilight Sparkle Sunset rolled her eyes as she read the message. She then looked back at the little locomotive still on the tracks.Her mind then went back to what Clear Signal said. “Hmm… a creative way.”

ShopperBrony90

563277

Main 7 (EqG),Principal Celestia,Human,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Sex

The Drone Epidemic: Trouble in Canterlot High

There's a horny humandrone infection going on in the Equestria Girls world!

hiatus

<p>It's another Monday at Canterlot High School, but Sunset is late and the Rainbooms try to find out. Eventually, they find her, but they also find that she's turned into a mindless rubber drone! It's up to Sci-Twi and her friends to figure out the cure before she infects the Equestria Girls world.</p><p>The Equestria Girls side-story of the drone epidemic from this fic: <a href="/story/543532/the-drone-epidemic" rel="nofollow">The Drone Epidemic!</a></p><p>There will be an M-rated version of the story here: <a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14381942/1/The-Drone-Epidemic-Trouble-in-Canterlot-High-the-M-rated-cut" rel="nofollow">The Drone Epidemic: Trouble in Canterlot High (the M-rated cut)</a></p><p>Co-written by Tane4041.</p>

teen

2024-08-12T12:39:15+00:00

2024-08-13T01:52:02+00:00

The sun rose gently over Canterlot High School, casting a golden hue across the courtyard. Students shuffled in through the grand double doors, chatting about their weekends and the usual gossip. Inside the main hall, Principal Celestia stood by the entrance, greeting each student with her usual warmth. “Good morning, students. How was your weekend?” Principal Celestia asked, her voice ringing with cheer as she welcomed the students in. Most replied with smiles and casual nods, moving on to their lockers to prepare for the day ahead. The Rainbooms, however, gathered near the school's main stairs, huddled together as they discussed something that seemed amiss. “Has anyone seen Sunset?” Rainbow Dash asked, concern lacing her voice. “Nope. I checked the library, but she wasn’t there,” Applejack said, adjusting her hat with a worried expression. “She’s usually the first one here, isn’t she?” Fluttershy added, her soft voice barely above a whisper. Sci-Twi, tapping her chin thoughtfully, frowned. “It’s not like Sunset to miss class without telling us. I think we should go find her.” The group nodded in agreement; their usual morning banter replaced with an uneasy silence as they made their way through the school’s empty hallways. The sense of something being wrong grew stronger with each step. Finally, after checking several spots, they found Sunset Shimmer in one of the more secluded areas of the school. She was standing near the back entrance, her back to them, staring blankly at the ground. “Sunset!” Sci-Twi called out, relieved but still concerned. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you! You’re going to be late for class.” Sunset didn’t respond. She just stood there, her body unnervingly still. The Rainbooms exchanged worried glances. “Hey, sugarcube, you alright?” Applejack asked, stepping closer. Sunset finally turned to face them, but something was terribly wrong. Her usual fiery spirit was gone, replaced by an eerie emptiness in her eyes. She moved mechanically, her limbs stiff and uncoordinated, like a puppet on strings. The girls recoiled in horror as Sunset’s true form was revealed—her skin had taken on a rubbery texture, her movements robotic and mindless. “Oh, my stars…” Rarity gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. “What… what happened to you?” she asked Sunset as she approached her. Sunset didn’t answer. Instead, she reached out with a lifeless hand toward Rarity. Instinctively, Rarity stepped back, but it was too late. Sunset’s fingers brushed against her arm and immediately, Rarity’s expression changed. Her eyes glazed over, and her body stiffened as the same rubbery texture spread across her skin. As her skin begins to change to yellow rubber, Rarity suddenly feels an intense tingling sensation all over her body, mixed with confusion and panic. The rubber is starting to change her molecules! “Oh no, what’s happening to me? My beautiful skin, it’s… changing!” Rarity screamed as the rubber continues down to her feet. She's trying to fight it, but it was no use. She's starting to feel the tightness of the rubber gloves and boots forming, feeling constricted but oddly smooth and sleek. “This isn’t right! My hands and feet… they’re not mine anymore!” she yelled as she's losing control. Her hair is suddenly turns into a black rubber mohawk. She's starting to feel a mix of horror and fascination, as she’s used to being fashionable and glamorous. The sensation of losing her soft styled hair and replacing it with rigid rubber is both alien and uncomfortable. “My hair! Oh, how could this happen? I’m losing my style, my grace!” she started panicking as the situation got worse. The rubber reaches her face and seals her mouth and nose, she would feel the loss of expression and the suffocating pressure. She would desperately try to scream or call out, but to no avail. “I can’t speak! I can’t breathe! This can’t be happening, someone help me!” she thought in her mind since she couldn't talk. Her eyes then turn into glass/plastic visors as she's starting to feel a lot more helpless, unable to move or blink. The world started looking distorted and distant, as if she’s looking through a camera filter. “My eyes, I can’t see properly! Everything is so strange and lifeless…” She thought, disliking the vision. Just as mask valves finally emerge from her cheeks. she feels a small sense of relief, being able to breathe again, but she's still trapped within this new form. “At least I can breathe, but what have I become? This isn’t me, I’m a prisoner in this rubber shell!” She thought as her dronification ended and she became mindless, just like Sunset! “Rarity!” Pinkie Pie screamed, but Rarity didn’t respond. Instead, she turned to face the others with the same blank stare, now one of them. “She’s been infected!” Sci-Twi shouted, realizing with horror what was happening. “The infection spreads by touch!” Fluttershy backed away, her hands trembling as she clutched Rainbow Dash’s arm. “W-What do we do?” “We have to contain them!” Sci-Twi said, her mind racing. She quickly pulled out her geode, channeling her magic. With a wave of her hand, she created a shimmering magic cage around Sunset and Rarity, trapping them inside. The two drones moved mechanically within their magical prison, their empty eyes staring ahead as if they were waiting for something—or someone—to release them. “This isn’t good,” Rainbow Dash muttered, her usual bravado gone as she watched her friends turned into lifeless drones. “What do we do now?” “We can’t let anyone else get infected,” Sci-Twi said firmly. “We’ll have to keep them here until we can figure out how to reverse this.” “But how did this happen?” Pinkie Pie asked, her voice tinged with panic. “Who did this to them?” “I don’t know,” Sci-Twi replied, her brow furrowed with worry. “But we need to find out. And fast.” The bell rang, signaling the start of classes, but none of the girls moved. The weight of what had just happened hung over them like a dark cloud, the usual school day now feeling like the start of something much, much worse. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563277

Main 7 (EqG),Principal Celestia,Human,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Sex

The Drone Epidemic: Trouble in Canterlot High

There's a horny humandrone infection going on in the Equestria Girls world!

hiatus

<p>It's another Monday at Canterlot High School, but Sunset is late and the Rainbooms try to find out. Eventually, they find her, but they also find that she's turned into a mindless rubber drone! It's up to Sci-Twi and her friends to figure out the cure before she infects the Equestria Girls world.</p><p>The Equestria Girls side-story of the drone epidemic from this fic: <a href="/story/543532/the-drone-epidemic" rel="nofollow">The Drone Epidemic!</a></p><p>There will be an M-rated version of the story here: <a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14381942/1/The-Drone-Epidemic-Trouble-in-Canterlot-High-the-M-rated-cut" rel="nofollow">The Drone Epidemic: Trouble in Canterlot High (the M-rated cut)</a></p><p>Co-written by Tane4041.</p>

teen

2024-08-13T00:58:26+00:00

2024-08-13T00:58:26+00:00

The air in Sci-Twi’s lab was thick with anticipation and the faint smell of antiseptic. The sterile environment was a stark contrast to the chaos that had descended upon Canterlot High. Sci-Twi and the rest of her friends had gathered, faces etched with concern and determination, as they worked to unravel the mystery of the dronification epidemic. On two lab tables lay the figures of Rarity and Sunset Shimmer, both encased in a strange, glossy rubber. Their skin shone unnaturally, reflecting the bright overhead lights. The drones' eyes, usually full of life and personality, now stared vacantly at the ceiling, devoid of any recognition or emotion. Twilight, or Sci-Twi as her friends affectionately called her, pushed her glasses up her nose and took a deep breath. "We need to be extremely careful," she warned. "We don't know how contagious this rubber is, and we can't afford to lose anyone else." Applejack, standing beside her, nodded firmly. "Right. We stick together and follow your lead, Twilight. We gotta save Sunset and Rarity and stop this thing from spreadin'." With careful precision, Sci-Twi inserted a small syringe into Sunset’s rubbery arm. As she withdrew the syringe, the rubber seemed to flow like liquid into the container, a mesmerizing sight that was also chilling. She repeated the process on Rarity, making sure to collect a sample from each drone. Fluttershy shuddered at the sight, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s so strange… It’s almost like the rubber is alive." Twilight placed the samples under a microscope, her fingers moving swiftly and methodically as she prepared the slides. As she adjusted the lens, her friends gathered around, peering over her shoulder to get a glimpse of the mysterious substance. After a few moments of silence, Twilight’s eyes widened in surprise. "This rubber… it’s not just a coating. It’s fused with their skin at a molecular level." Rainbow Dash, ever impatient, tapped her foot. "So, what does that mean? Can we reverse it?" Twilight sighed, her brows furrowing. "I think so, but it’s going to take time. This rubber acts like a virus, rewriting their biology. If we can find the right antidote, we might be able to reverse the process." Pinkie Pie, always a ray of optimism, bounced on her toes. "Then let’s get cooking! We’ve got to whip up the perfect antidote smoothie!" Twilight managed a small smile. "It’s a bit more complicated than that, Pinkie, but your enthusiasm is appreciated." As they began their work, analyzing the rubber and searching for a solution, Twilight suddenly froze, her eyes focused intently on the microscope. "What is it?" Applejack asked, her voice tense. Twilight looked up, her face a mix of excitement and concern. "The rubber isn’t just any substance… it’s from Equestria." The room fell silent as the implication of Twilight’s words sank in. Sunset Shimmer had been to Equestria just before her transformation, and now it was clear that the source of the epidemic was not of their world. "We need to get in touch with Princess Twilight," Sci-Twi declared. "If anyone can help us figure this out, it’s her." With a newfound sense of urgency, the girls sprang into action, determined to save their friends and stop the rubber drone epidemic from spreading any further. As they worked tirelessly, they couldn’t help but feel a growing unease. This was unlike anything they had faced before, and they could only hope that they would be able to find a cure in time. To be continued...

MarieJustLeft

563284

Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Cadance Wants To Have KIDS

Cadance and Shining Armor discuss the next step in their relationship. A communication breakdown ensues.

complete

<p>Cadance and Shining Armor discuss the next step in their relationship. A communication breakdown ensues. </p><p>CW: Toxic Relationships! </p><p>Takes place before Flurry Heart is in the picture.</p>

teen

2024-08-12T15:21:14+00:00

2024-08-19T23:16:13+00:00

Now is definitely the right time, Cadance thought to herself. From the balcony, she had been watching the military parade down below march through the courtyard. The silver sun was shimmering off their plate armor, and they moved with such precise synchronicity that from a distance they seemed to all be part of one larger creature. Nearby, tour groups sauntered through the gardens, marveling at the great crystal spires. Cadance had only come to rule the Empire a little under a year ago, and while she could not deny she enjoyed the responsibility she had to all these ponies, to protect them and serve them and defend them ... there was another kind of responsibility she desired, one she wanted more than anything in her entire life. She left the balcony to find Shining Armor in their living room inside, polishing his spear. He loves that spear more than me, she thought sometimes. Cadance sat beside him, setting her purse down and glancing at the door to see if anypony was lingering out in the hall. “Hey, Shining,” came Cadance. “Yeah Cady?” he replied, lifting his gaze. “Have you given any more thought to that … conversation we had the other day?” Cadance asked, sheepishly. Shining gave her a puzzled look. “What conversation?” “....The we’re not getting any younger, we’re both good financially, maybe we want to start thinking about bringing a baby into the world conversation?” “Oh,” Shining said, sitting up on the sofa, turning to face her. He glanced to his left, shaking his head, struggling to cough up a response. “It doesn’t have to be right now,” Cadance qualified, gesturing in the air with her hooves, “But…I would like to know at some point.” Shining adjusted himself on the cushions, uneasily. “Right. Cadance…” “It’s just….always been something important to me…Being a mom, so…” Shining took one last glance to his left, before nodding his head, firmly. “Alright. Let’s do it,” Shining said. “Oh?” “Let’s have a baby,” he said, grinning in disbelief at himself. “Really?” “Yeah, I mean, I’ve thought about it too, and like, truly deep down I….I think I’m ready, like I’ve always wanted to be a dad,” Shining said, “Let’s do this.” “That makes me so happy,” Cadance smiled, laughing for a moment as she tried to maintain her composure, “This…OK! We’re gonna have a baby!” “We’re gonna have a baby!” Shining repeated, throwing his hoof up in the air. “What do we do now?” “Now we uh…We start trying,” Shining answered, eyeing the bedroom nearby. “OK…Right now?” “No time like the present,” Shining grinned, and Cadance grinned right back. “Oh," Cadance said, "And if we need to go the donation route we can just use my friend Rush.” Shining’s grin faded off his face. Cadance’s smile curled up along her cheeks, resting her head in her hooves against the sofa cushions. “....Uh. What?” “I’m just saying if we need to go the artificial way, we can use my friend Rush. That’s all I’m saying,” Cadance said, innocently. Shining glanced at the ground, struggling to piece together meaning from her words. “Who....Who is Rush?” “Rush Rampart. From the palace guard? He’s just a friend.” “OK…Right,” Shining said, “Um…” “So,” Cadance interjected, “Should we start trying?” “No, uh,” Shining said, raising a hoof towards her. “What?” “Let’s put a pause on this. Why are we talking about your friend Rush?” Shining asked, as pleasantly as he could manage. “Just in case something happens,” Cadance elaborated. “But we like, haven’t even tried yet, so,” Shining scoffed. “I’m just saying,” Cadance said, impatiently, “If something happened, Rush is an option.” “But what does that mean? What’s gonna happen?” Shining demanded. “That’s just me. I just think ahead. You know? I plan. It’s nothing, it’s just how I am, y’know?” Cadance said. “OK…” Shining said, swiveling his head to the side, glancing again at the ground. “OK, let’s start trying,” Cadance grinned. “Wait. Let me just see him,” Shining said against his better judgment, shutting his eyes, “Let me see him.” “Oh? He’s just like, a regular stallion,” Cadance said, fumbling around in her purse for a reference photograph. “You carry a photo of him in your purse?” Shining stammered. “It’s of all the royal guards, relax. They protect us, it’s good to know their faces. Rush is around a lot, you’ve seen him before, I know you have. Here. That’s Rush there,” Cadance said. Cadance raised the photograph up for Shining to see. He took a great deep breath, his eyes locked onto the photograph. “That’s Rush?” he said, through a rasped exhale. “That’s Rush,” Cadance said, facing the photograph back towards her. “That-” Shining began. “Yeah, just your average stallion,” Cadance shrugged. “That….That is not an average stallion, Cadance,” Shining challenged, raising his voice, “That’s a model.” “Rush?” Cadance laughed, “...Are you kidding? Shining be serious.” She held the photograph in front of Shining’s face, watching him as dry rage bled out with each breath. “Well he used to model but he like, doesn't anymore,” Cadance said, dismissively. “So he’s literally a model? He used to model?” Shining yelled. “He’s just an option,” Cadance insisted, “That’s all I’m saying, OK?” Shining shook his head. “Cadance…” Shining began, speaking softly now, glancing around the room first to make sure nopony was nearby to listen in, “Cadance I don’t have erectile dysfunction, if that’s what you think.” “What? No! This is not that at all! What are you-? Shining, where is this coming from?” Cadance stammered. Shining stared at her, his mouth ajar. “It’s coming from you talking about Rush for the past ten minutes!” Shining said. “Look, that’s…Oh, OK, yeah, I see what’s going on. I totally get it,” Cadance said, “So, we’ll just skip all of this, and we’ll just start with Rush.” “What?” “And then if something happens, we’ll go to you!” Cadance said. “NO! No, reverse the order! I’m going first if we’re-...No, we’re not doing this! But if we were, I-” Shining roared, struggling to find any words, “...I’m first.” “Great!” Cadance chirped. “OK? OK?” Shining said, aggressively. “Yeah! Let’s do it!” Cadance grinned. “I get to go first,” Shining insisted. “So let’s try tonight, and if nothing happens by tomorrow, we’ll call Rush!” Cadance smiled. Shining turned his head back towards Cadance. His eyes were wide with shock, and his mouth had dropped down to the floor. “Have you even-? You haven’t even met Rush,” Cadance figured. Shining was staring at her with a blank, empty expression on his face. The light had gone out from his eyes. “You’d really like him. I bet if you met him you’d think, oh, he’s like a big brother.” Shining’s lips were quivering with rage. “A big brother. Like a big brother to you. Like, you’d be his little brother. Rush has got your back,” Cadance said, smiling ear to ear, “And we’ve got Rush.” Shining blinked a few times, speechless, while Cadance kept on grinning. “We’re gonna have a baby!”

Lighttone GryphonStar

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Other,Spike,Anthro,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex

Dragon Pipes

Spike's grown into a strong adult dragon. However, lately, he's been spending hours just going to the bathroom and Twilight is getting concerned, taking him to Dr. Fauna for a quick check-up. She assures the princess it's simply a plumbing problem.

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<p>Spike's grown into a strong adult dragon. However, lately, he's been spending hours just going to the bathroom and Twilight is getting concerned, taking him to Dr. Fauna for a quick check-up. She assures the princess it's simply a plumbing problem... And quickly shoves the princess out of the room to help this handsome dragon with his problem.</p><p>Warning: <span class="spoiler">Slight bondage</span>, <span class="spoiler">Double Penises</span>, <span class="spoiler">Blowjob</span>, <span class="spoiler">Boobjob</span>, <span class="spoiler">Double-Cock worship</span>, <span class="spoiler">69</span>, <span class="spoiler">Pussy/Anal sex</span>, <span class="spoiler">Cumshot</span>, <span class="spoiler">Creampie</span>, <span class="spoiler">Mindbreak</span></p>

mature

2024-08-13T15:50:31+00:00

2024-08-13T18:39:08+00:00

Spike and Twilight arrived at the veterinarian's office late at night. The princess and the dragon were both wearing warm jackets as the cold winter's wind howled outside the windows, the flurries of snow drifting lazily in the air. Twilight had a look of concern written all over her face. None of it had to do with the strong weather and everything to do with her most loyal assistant, Spike. They had worked well together for years, but ever since he shed into his adult scales, the dragon had been very distracted lately. "You don't think there's something wrong with me, do you?" Spike crawled over her and opened the door. He had already become twice her height and length, and his muscles were clearly defined by the way he moved. "I mean, I know I've been feeling strange for the past week or so, but I haven't really done anything different..." "Spike!" The princess pleaded with her assistant. "You've been spending hours in just the bathroom alone. I think it's about time we had Dr. Fauna take a look at you." She held the door open for him and he walked in. "It could be an infection?" "What?!" The dragon jumped up, his wings pulled inward. "I don't trust that mare... Why can't you take me to a real doctor?! This one always looks at me rather privately." "Doctors are supposed to inspect everything!" Twilight laughed at the blush on his face. "Dr. Fauna is a veterinarian, therefore she has more experience outside the pony species." She sat down at the front desk and picked up a clipboard. "Fine..." Spike rolled his eyes and looked over the form while she filled it out. Realizing this wasn't the same form as previous visits, he asked about a curious new line "What does 'sexually active' mean?" Twilight's hoof froze on the pen and she felt the heat rising on her face. She quickly wrote a zero and rolled away from him, to prevent him from seeing more. "That is nothing you need to worry about," she stated plainly and simply. The dragon shrugged his shoulders and leaned back on the chair. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what he would do for the rest of the night. Maybe he could go to Sugarcube Corner after this, even see Rarity. His mind drifted on the image of that mare for a solid moment, shaking away any thoughts of food or tracking the time. His muscles tensed and a small burn began to travel down his belly. It returned again, a sudden desire to rush to the bathroom. "Spike?" Twilight noticed his expression change and the way his claws dug into the cushion. "No, can't you hold it until we figure out the problem first?!" She gestured to his shaking legs. "I'm sorry, Twilight..." The dragon shivered as his breathing grew shorter. He tried to think of something else, anything but the visage of Rarity wouldn't fade. The mere sight of her walking by, swinging her hips at him, dipping down to pick something up and giving him a full shot of her cleavage. He slapped the chair and stood up, rushing to the bathroom before Twilight could stop him. However, the worst thing yet was the door locked. The only other bathroom in the doctor's office. Both of them started to panic, the pressure inside his gut was becoming too much. He tried to keep it in, but his body wasn't cooperating. His eyes winced tight as it began to crest out of his pocket. "Spike!" A soft voice called out from the Doctor's door, luring him and Twilight inside. The randomness of the moment was enough to clear the visage of Rarity from his mind and sheath himself back inside. "Oh thank goodness!" Twilight rushed over to the door and the dragon followed after her, closing the door behind him. "This is an emergency! My assistant is having trouble--" She stopped upon seeing the veterinarian nowhere in sight. Her eyes darted around the empty room and the two of them walked further inside. Spike stopped in his tracks, a strong smell hitting his nostrils. It was a completely unfamiliar smell, but he couldn't stop his body from reacting. The dragon felt the urge to find the source and let out a loud hiss, startling the princess. "Spike, please..." She groaned and rubbed her temple. "S-Sorry, Twilight!" He turned to apologize and his nose bumped right into the door. "Ah! Oh, it's okay." Twilight wrapped him in a spell and floated him onto the table. "Just sit there, I'll wait here." She took a seat in the nearby chair. "Um... I don't know how long this is going to take, so maybe you should come back later?" Spike fidgeted with his hands. "What? Spike, that's ridiculous. I can't leave you alone in this place." The princess sat back and closed her eyes. "You're going to have to get over it. Whatever this problem is." She waved her hand at him as if shewing the problem away. "Just try not to think about it." The dragon swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths, his mind already focused on the strange scent. Maybe it could help him clear his thoughts of Rarity, Gabby, Ember, Smolder, or any other female for that matter. Sure he had a few times where the visage of Thorax or Big Mac appeared, but they were twisted into a feminine shape each time too. He thought it was rather strange why the image of large hips, bouncing chest peering over or even the rare chance of a cute yet slightly mature face would send him racing to the bathroom. Soon enough another door opened, and the strange smell intensified. Their attention was drawn to Dr. Fauna arriving, both shook by her strange attire. A bright corset and string lace, her back completely exposed and ass peaking out just as bold red leggings and topped off with her chest, deep cleavage on full display. All of it was quickly hidden as she covered herself in a lab coat. "Sorry, I just came back from my other job." She giggled nervously and brushed her bangs from her face and back into a ponytail. "Um..." Spike blushed deeply and cleared his throat, trying to act like he didn't see a thing. "Yeah, I'm just here for a check-up." He made it sound so simple and quick as he no longer wanted to be here. "It's alright, dear." She approached him slowly in her high heels, clearing her breath until his movement was less akin to Rarity and more professional. "So what seems to be the problem?" She took the file out of Twilight's hands and looked over the details. "You've been in the bathroom a lot more lately." She sat down on a stool, a little too close to the dragon. "Ever since you became an adult... adult dragon." Did she just lick her lips at him?! Spike nodded and leaned back on the table, a little more than uncomfortable. Now he was certain the smell was coming from her. But this close it didn't smell like perfume at all. "Yes... It keeps happening... It keeps happening..." He turned away, while her lab coat was fully buttoned up, this close still gave him a prime view of her cleavage. His heart raced, his face grew hot and his claws gripped the table. "Spike!" Twilight stepped off the chair and approached them. "Just tell her what's wrong? She'll understand." "Exactly!" Dr. Fauna laughed out loud to cut the tension. "I've studied all kinds of text on dragons." She stopped and shivered abruptly. "But I've never had the chance to examine an adult dragon up close." She leaned in closer to him. "I mean, if you'd like..." Spike turned his head, unable to stop his eyes from gazing down. The scent of something around her body grew stronger, it seemed to be luring his eyes lower and lower. Was it coming from her rear? The dragon winced and nodded his head. "Do whatever you like? Just help me with this problem?!" He growled and groaned. "Good!" Doctor Fauna clapped her hands together and turned back to Twilight. "Now, if you... owner would wait outside for a few minutes." "Owner?" Twilight raised an eyebrow, almost offended by the word choice. "He is my assistant?!" She was stopped as Dr. Fauna snapped her fingers. A few strong and sturdy male nurses ran inside and picked the princess up. "Please, don't make this harder than this has to be." The veterinarian swiveled around in her chair and spoke with utter confidence. "It's simply a plumbing problem. A bit of a blockage that needs to be cleared out." She shewed the princess away. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with." "Are you sure?" Twilight struggled in the incredible grip of the stallion nurses, blushing as they lifted her up with such ease. "I mean, if Spike needs someone to watch over him, I'm more than willing." "No, I can handle him completely on my own." With that final word, her workers took Twilight away. Dr. Fauna stood up and gave another clap while walking over to the door to lock it. After this, she turned to a button nearby and pressed it firmly. A soft buzzing sound echoed around the room. "No, that pecky alicorn won't hear a thing." Spike shivered as the table he was sitting on suddenly shifted and turned into some sort of medical bed large enough to hold him with ease. There were restraints along the bottom and top that were currently not used. He glanced around, not understanding what was going on, even as she strapped down his legs first. "What is happening right now?" "Just lean back and relax..." She went for his hands, wrapping them just as tightly. The mare stood up and began to undo the buttons on her lab coat, exposing the bold red corset and leggings underneath. "I'm very glad we caught you today, Spike. Had you waited too long, you might have injured yourself." "I'm sorry..." The dragon blushed as his eyes locked on the way her body swayed left and right, his heart racing and a burning sensation coursing through his body. Watching her throw the lab coat over the chair and strut her body at him was only making it worse. "What's happening to me?" He whined, feeling an intense inch around his pocket. "I think... I think I need to go to the bathroom." He struggled as her hands moved down his belly. "No, stay!" She assured him. "I need to examine... them." The veterinarian blushed just as bright as him upon the bumps growing around the pocket's edge. "I've read so many books on them..." Her voice was practically shivering with her lips as she stopped her hands at the base of the pocket. Spike winced and groaned, the odd inch was so unbearable. He tried to pull away, but her grip was strong. His feet curled as his eyes watered from the pain. "Shh... Shh, it's okay..." Dr. Fauna's soft words soothed him. Dropping her softer hands over the base too brought out a new sensation. All control and willpower went out the window as both his large dragon cocks sheathed outward with such speed that they slapped her hands out of the way. They both throbbed and grew so stiff by the second. "What are you doing?!" The dragon struggled and growled at her, as her delicate fingers explored the shapes. "Incredible..." Dr. Fauna's jaw hinged back out of shock alone. "Those books give them no true justice, these beastly prizes are more magnificent than I ever could have imagined." She examined each one's unique shape. The top was the longest by five more inches over the bottom one, with a wide base built more like a dog and a jagged tip. From what she read; this was designed to block the entrance of a female, and lock them together. The bottom one was far from small either, twice as thick overall, with bumps on all four sides and a very narrow base giving the whole shape the appearance akin to a butt plug. "Please... stop... touching them!" Spike shivered and groaned, his legs struggled in the restraints. "Something is very wrong here." He couldn't get over the soft feeling of her hands and fingers gliding over them. A tingling sensation was rushing up his spine, causing the rest of his muscles to tense. "This feels so different from the inch..." "And that's bad how?" She smiled at his reactions, leaning her body closer and bouncing her chest up and down. The smell was radiating from her body, growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment. "I know I can fix your little problem." She licked her lips, her mouth watering over the sight. "I'm the only one who possibly understood what this feeling is in most animals." "What does that even mean?" Spike groaned and growled. "I don't feel any better, if anything this is just getting worse!" His body burned and the ache in his belly grew deeper. "But that's not pain, right?" She raised an eyebrow and wrapped one hand firmly over the top one while tracing her fingers over the bottom one. "If I were to do something like this..." Dr. Fauna began stroking his top dragon cock, moving her hand in a smooth motion and feeling the member pulsating in her palm. "Yes, you're loving this reaction." "I am?" Spike shuttered as a strange pleasure rushed through his body. Yes. that was the best way he could describe it. Pleasure. This was the new source of the burning and the tingling sensation very different from the previous inch. It was much more enjoyable and intense than what he could describe. "Just lean back and enjoy... Like all the pets I help with this problem." She opened her mouth and slipped the edge past her lips. The taste was far beyond what she could imagine. Her tongue danced along the edges and her lips wrapped tighter over the long shape. The mare's head bobbed up and down, her chin dripping with saliva. Spike shivered and felt his wings stretch out. His body was reacting all on its own, his eyes focused on the sight of her lips slipping along the shaft and her head moving up and down. A heat coursed through his body, sending an electric shock up his spine and back down again. His hips bucked and thrust up into her face. Doctor Fauna laughed out loud and stopped sucking. Lifting her head off the cock and winked at him, leaning away to lick the tip of the bottom one. "You're so cute, Spike." She stopped from sucking it too as a better idea popped into her brain. "Don't stop now!" The dragon whined, his muscles were tense and shaking. "I don't care anymore! Just make this feeling go away!" "Oh, you going to love this!" The veterinarian grabbed a nearby crack and yanked it back and forth hard. This lowered the table enough to allow her to crawl over top of Spike. She pinched his cheeks back and overlooked all his sharp fangs, the sight making her rear shiver with delight. "Yes, those will do perfectly. Flipping her whole body around, she lined her chest and mouth with his two penises again. However, that wasn't what drew his full attention, instead, it was the bold and shocking fact that under her corset's skirt, she wasn't wearing any coverage at all. "What are you doing?" The dragon stared at the exposed pussy, the smell was so intense now that he was certain this was the source. "What is that smell?" "Oh, you can smell it, I was curious about that detail in the books." She leaned over, letting the whiff fill his nostrils. "You see my second job is prostituting this incredible body of mine to the finest and strongest stallions. The reason I was late is because I was getting double-teamed by a couple of Applejack's farmhands." She gave an auditable moan at the memory of their rough play. "I'm hoping a dragon like you can break me even harder than them!!" "Break you?!" Spike shook his head. "Wait, wait, wait, what are you talking about--" He was silent as her pussy pressed firm over his mouth. "I said, relax..." She leaned up enough and plucked off her top strings, bouncing out her breasts over the top cock while wrapping her mouth around the bottom cock. Both her hands slapped and jugged her chest up and down the top member while her mouth and tongue worked the other one. Spike didn't know how to react. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, pleasure, and fear. The feeling of her mouth and chest was so incredible, his body tingled and the strange feelings grew stronger. A new desire urged him out, pushing his tongue again his teeth, a yearning to taste her pussy. He couldn't explain why he felt like this, but it was a new instinct that he couldn't deny. Dr. Fauna gasped and giggled, the sensation of his tongue brushing over her sensitive spot was beyond amazing. Her pussy was soaking wet from her previous sexual experience and she couldn't wait for him to explore and like her clean. The mare continued sucking, her chest slapping harder, driving his hips to buck into her mouth. Spike moaned, his tongue slipping in deeper, exploring the walls and finding her weak spots. She screamed over his cock and pressed her breast tighter, twisting her nipples against his scales. He loved the taste of her juices, the flavor was like honey to him. He pushed and pulled his tongue around, licking her inner walls and lapping it up. The mare's mouth tightened over his cock and her lips smacked along the base. Her own hips were shaking back and forth, rubbing her crotch firmly against his sharp teeth. Dr. Fauna loved every inch of his tongue inside her, so much that she almost couldn't wait to have these members pumping into her either. The sheer thought urged her to pipe him faster. The dragon felt the inch sensation return with cruel vengeance, along with a new wave of pleasure coursing through his body. His body tensed up, his claws yanked so hard again his binding that the ropes began to tear. His toes curled as his hips bucked against her face so hard that it nearly knocked her mouth off. The sensation was like a rush of energy surging through his veins, his eyes rolling back and his mind turning to mush. Dr. Fauna knew this feeling all too well, leaning upward and taking her mouth of the bottom tip and the top off her breasts. She began to walk both in her hands alone, opening her mouth wide to the tips as they began to flare up. "Now just drain those sexy pipes, give into all those images those sexy mares always leave you with. I want to drink you down!" Spike couldn't hold back any longer. His whole body was shaking and twitching. The pleasure and inch were driving him mad and he couldn't stop the feeling. "Whatever this is... It's here!" Hearing his warning she dropped her lips over both tips. Her mouth was stretched open wide as they exploded like a burst fire hydrant. So much dragon seed came blasting out that her cheeks filled up and began spilling over the sides. She gagged and coughed, but quickly slurped it all up. Her eyes rolled back as the taste differed incredibly from that of a stallion. So salty, yes, but spicy and burning hot. The best thing she could describe it was white lava flowing down her throat. She kept her lips tight, not allowing any more than a drizzle to escape. The dragon sighed in relief, the horrible inch was gone, replaced by a strange sense of relaxation. His body was still tingling and shaking, but it was so much better now. The only thing that made it better was her pussy gushing over his face seconds later. "Wow..." Doctor Fauna sat down on his face, shivering and giggling at her climax. "Such a good dragon... You made me break much faster than those farmhands..." She lifted herself up and swiveled her hips over his belly. "You were perfect." "That did help... a lot." Spike was too out of breath to speak further, his head spinning and his heart racing. "But... What happened? And what was that taste?" "Your body was releasing some pent-up pressure..." She leaned forward and licked his chin. "As an adult dragon, your body is producing seed constantly." The mare laughed at the members were still firm as she dropped her hips closer. "Being around so many sexy mares like the main six must leave you with such a massive ache." "Yes..." The dragon admitted, gaining back his voice after a few minutes. "There's also Gabby, Smolder, Ember, and even Thorax has given me the inching sensation. It was driving me crazy." "It's completely natural, Spike." Dr. Fauna slid her pussy lips over the top member, biting her lips and moaning at the length alone. "A dragon's sex drive is very high. Truthfully, I'm surprised you were still a virgin after so long." Her eyes widened as the top member entered her pussy without any prodding. "To think that sexy Rarity never got the chance to feel this inside her!!" She screamed the last bits of the line, feeling it pull apart her walls with ease. Sliding down until she felt the bottom one slap against her anus. "Yes, I want to feel both!" She sat up and dropped her hands over her ass, spreading the cheeks and allowing the bumpy butt plug-like cock to enter her too. "Rarity is too much of a gentlemare to--" The dragon moaned and shivered, the feeling was the intensity of her pussy walls clamping down. His body was burning again, his scales growing hotter and hotter as the anus did the same to the lower member. It locked his hips in place, giving her complete control over both. "She's a fool! All those mares are fools for not taking you when they had the chance!!" The veterinarian slammed her hips up and down, gasping and shivering. Her tongue hung out and her breasts bounced along with her corset. The sight of them was a first for Spike too, such perfect orbs yearned him to lean up and take a bite, but the binds kept him in place. He could only watch her move up and down, his whole body reacting to her. Spike couldn't keep the moan from escaping his lips, his voice was cracking. Every nerve was on fire and his mind was melting. He felt her hips drop hard and both members slid into her deeper, the tips reaching a wall. A spark of pleasure shot up his spine, making his jaw drop and drool drip. A strange hunger rose in his belly, a deep and carnal replacing all his mental faculties. "Yesss! I can feel the real dragon inside you rising to the surface, Spike!" Dr. Fauna gasped as his hips began to thrust into her again, with the same force as he did her face previously. However, this time there was greater direction in each plunge. They were so focused, powerful, and precise. Her whole body shook and the mare screamed. The dragon was lost in his instinct, growling and yanking at his binds. His jaws snapped back and his neck wrenched upward. The wings flapped so hard, blasting air over her sweating body. The hunger was overwhelming, the sight of her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy made him crave something his mind never once considered at all. Dr. Fauna gasped and moaned louder, her voice rising and falling with his hips. She couldn't stop herself from laughing and smiling, the whole experience was more intense than anything she had ever done. The long length seemed shivered and twisted inside her pussy like a worm searching for a meal. The bumpy shaft was twisting inside her anus, while the other one was pushing into her deepest walls. "You want me so bad, you want to break my holes! You can do it, Spike, let that hunger loose and ravage me!" The dragon growled and foam rose forth, it destroyed all his words. Only grunts and groans escaped his lips as the pleasure built up, and the hunger grew deeper. His whole body tensed, his mind was racing and the pleasure was growing once more. His toes curled, his legs pulled against the binds, and his wings stretched out. Every fiber of his being was on fire and his breath was caught in his lungs. "I can feel your hunger, Spike!" Doctor Fauna's head flung back and her body shook, the sensation of his top cock pulsating inside her and his lower one swelling up was driving her mad. She dropped her hips down to the base, wanting to feel the wide brim destroy her hood. "Please Spike... breed me!!" This was the final straw. This one word, this simple, little word that he heard her say was his limit. Spike roared, his hips bucked and slammed his tips into her deepest parts. Her voice cried out and echoed in the room, followed by a torrent of hot seed bursting inside her pussy and anal chamber. The veterinarian screamed so loud this time and fell backward, her body twitched and her mind went blank. The two froze as the dragon's seed pumped inside her body. She could feel it pouring into her, the hot white lava spreading deep and filling her to the brim. The sensation made her climax again, her hips squirmed and her pussy quivered. Her body shook and she couldn't stop herself from shuttering in utter bliss. A minute passed before her mind returned to reality. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. "Wow... That was..." The dragon didn't reply to her once, simply receding his members from her as his eyelids slowly closed. "Oh, my poor dragon, you must be exhausted after such a draining experience." She giggled and slowly popped herself off the two members. Just as she thought, they were like perfect plugs, leaving her gushing white over the table. The mare smiled and leaned close to his face, kissing his cheeks. "Thank you, Spike. For a wonderful first experience." She lifted herself off the table, her whole body shivering and her knees buckling. Slowly she drifted over to the intercom at the other side of the room. Her plan was to give him a quick shower and then send him home with his owner. However, unknown to her something had sparked inside the dragon's brain. Once she turned away to her destination, his eyes popped back open again. The irises widened to the point that there was no more white in his eyes. He lifted his arms and legs as the restraints broke with such ease. His muscles pulsed and his body stretched outward. "Spike... be a good dragon and go walk into the shower room." Dr. Fauna's ears twitched as she picked up a sound. She was in such a half daze that the panic never fully settled in even as his larger shadow overcast her and the intercom. Instead, her body just went back to the plan, pressing the button carefully and speaking clearly at first. "Princess Twilight Sparkle, your pet dragon--" A loud screech stopped her well-prepared speech as the dragon claws dug into her hips and pushed her body down. Her eyes widened and her jaw gritted hard upon feeling far bigger members smash hard into her pussy and anus again. The flipped position forced the long one into her anus and the bumpy one into her pussy. "Spike!!" The mare screamed out loud and her body jolted, the shock sent her whole body shaking. Her breasts bounced up and her corset flipped off from the rough movements. His teeth dripped saliva down her back as the fangs bared and ripped off the corset with ease. "You're so strong, so powerful..." Her pussy and anus were ravaged without regard. "Yes, Dr. Fauna," Twilight's voice replied into the room's speaker. "I didn't catch that last part. There was so much static." "Oh... sorry!" Each hard fuck left her utterly breathless. "You're pet dragon... needs to stay overnight." "Are you sure? You know I don't mind taking him back--" "I insist!" Dr. Fauna fought her hardest to hold back her screams. "It's really for the best! He needs to stay here... I need to make sure his pipes are... very empty! She moaned so hard at that last line before cutting the feed. This was solely to hide her lust and pain, these cocks were far greater than any stallion she ever had inside her. And this dragon was ramming into her like a jackhammer. Spike didn't understand his actions anymore. His mind was blank, his only desire was to breed this mare echoed through each action. His hips buried her against the wall so hard. His tongue slithered out around her throat, the forked tip finding the breasts and nipples. Lifting her like his own personal fuck toy, the dragon pounded her faster. Dr. Fauna gasped, the sensation of his tongue licking her skin. The rough texture made her whole body quiver. A quick and shuttering sensation as the edges dug into his nipples, sipping out her milk. She couldn't deny how incredible the sensation was. Every nerve was on fire, the rough plunges were tearing her apart. The mare couldn't breathe, the sensations were just too great. His claws gripped her hips tight and her feet dangled a few inches off the ground. Her crotch dropped straight down onto the base of each cock. "Spike!!" Her eyes widened as her mind began to shut down. The sensation of his tips hitting her womb broke her utterly and completely. Her body went limp and her eyelids dripped close. Consciousness faded from her as the only sensation left was his body fucking into her over and over and over. ******

TheKing2001

563288

Lemon Hearts,Lyra,Minuette,Sunset Shimmer,Twinkleshine,Alternate Universe,Drama,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity

Anger Issues

Sunset has anger issues and everypony around her is well aware of her wrath. And she isnt afraid of dealing it out to those she deems deserves it, especially bullies.

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<p>When Sunset catches a fellow filly at Celestia's School of Magic being bullied by an older student, Sunset shows why she isn't a pony to mess around with as she uses her status as Celestia's student to her advantage and makes her first ever friend in the form of a mint green unicorn.</p><p><a href="/group/217912/amethystverse" rel="nofollow">https://www.fimfiction.net/group/217912/amethystverse</a></p>

teen

2024-08-13T22:09:13+00:00

2024-08-13T22:09:13+00:00

Lyra stifled a yawn as she held her head up with a hoof, idly listening to her teacher talk. She never really cared much about school, she more so liked recess than anything else really. Typical for a filly her age. “You should be focusing on writing. There’s gonna be a test,” Twilight muttered as the unicorn continued writing without looking up. “Education is important.” “I know the basics. I’m more so looking forward to playing with Minnie, Lemon and Twinkle on the play ground!” Lyra answered and nudged her quill across the table. “Not like you know what fun is, you never leave your house. Are all of Princess Celestia’s students this uptight?” “I am not uptight!” “Are too!” “Am not!” Twinkleshine, Minuette, Lemon Hearts and Moondancer paused their own writing as they watched the two argue with bored expressions. “Are we placing bits on who started that?” Minuette asked with a raised eyebrow as Moondancer shook her head. “I spent my allowance already. I got some pieces of candy left over from Nightmare Night though,” Moondancer answered and she got three surprised looks. “Moondancer, Nightmare Night was almost a year ago. And besides, I don’t eat candy. Bad for your teeth and I have braces,” Minuette reminded her and covered her mouth with a hoof after noticing some colts snickering at her. They fell silent when Moondancer shot them a cold look. “Fair enough,” Moondancer conceded after a moment and she pushed some candy around absentmindedly with a hoof. “Class is dismissed. Sleep in fear tonight. There might be a pop quiz tomorrow, might not be!” Cinnamon Swirl called out and he turned to clean off the chalk board as the fillies and colts started packing, Lyra seemingly forgetting the argument she was in. Twinkleshine jumped off her seat as Lyra approached with her trademark wide smile. “Heyo,” Lyra jumped from hoof to hoof excitedly. “Are you guys still down to play tag? I’m the best!” “You bet!” Minuette giggled and the two bumped flanks. “Moondancer wants to play hide and seek after.” “Alright, but no teleporting!” Lyra shot Moondancer a look. “None of us can teleport except you so it’s not really fair to us.” “Fine, fine. Will Twilight be joining us?” Moondancer asked hopefully and the other two looked at Lyra who shrugged with a frown. “She doesn’t know fun. She only knows books,” Lyra scoffed and rolled her eyes. “We’ve invited her to dozen activities after school and she’s turned down every single one to go study. Time to cut our losses, as mom and dad would say.” “I guess,” Lemon Hearts muttered and slid her saddlebags on. “Still feels kinda wrong. Like we’re excluding her.” “If she really wanted to join us, she would Lemon. She’s a big girl,” Twinkleshine added with a frown. “Remember, we tried inviting her to my birthday party and she refused to go last week? Hurt my feelings.” “Swear, it’s like students of the Princess don’t have any idea of how to have a good time,” Lyra rolled her eyes as the group headed to the door. “The other one is fairly fun to be around I heard. I don’t know her name but she’s pretty cool and well liked by most. She’s only a year older than us,” Moondancer chimed in from the back. “She was chosen before Twilight even.” The group continued out the classroom, missing Twilight watching from outside where she had been listening as she blinked back a few tears. Twilight wiped away at her eyes and galloped away to go to her favorite spot in the library. Lyra jumped back to avoid Lemon Hearts hoof with a laugh as Lemon Hearts scowled at her. “You’re fast but not too bright Lyra,” Lemon teased with a grin as Lyra backed into a tree and gulped as Lemon tapped her with a hoof. “Lyra’s it!” “Oh sweet Celestia,” Lyra muttered as she cursed internally. “Come back here!” Lyra chased after Lemon Hearts as Twinkleshine, Minuette and Moondancer watched with smirks as the other two continued to run around a tree. “You think Lyra will notice us just standing here?” Minuette asked with a grin as Moondancer shook her head slowly. “Probably not. She’s after Lemon Hearts right now. And we all know Lyra will catch her eventually. Eventually.” Lyra glanced behind her briefly before slamming into a colt as Lyra tumbled to the ground as Lemon Hearts skidded to a stop and the others ran up. “Are you alright?” Twinkleshine asked as she helped Lyra up. “We’re sorry about her, she wasn’t looking.” “I can see that,” the tan colt scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Isn’t that the idiot who’s obsessed with those weird monkeys?” “That’s not nice to say,” Lemon Hearts frowned at him and kicked some dirt. “You, stay out of this blank flank. It is, isn’t? What was your name again, Minty Green?” “It’s Lyra. Lyra Heartstrings,” Lyra glared before stomping her tiny hoof on the ground angrily. “And humans do exist! You’re the real idiot.” “Sure and I’m the star pupil of Celestia. You’d probably get somewhere in life if you quit focusing on those made up creatures and get your cutie mark in something actually useful for the crown. What would Princess Celestia think if a student of hers was wasting her time looking up random shit that doesn’t matter?” The colt asked and the others gave him angry looks as Twinkleshine patted Lyra on the back. “If she’s into it, who are you to stop her?” Twinkleshine pointed out flatly as the colt opened his mouth to speak. “Hey!” They jumped and looked back at an angry looking amber unicorn with a fiery mane trot up slowly with a scowl before she jammed her hoof against his chest, watching in slight satisfaction as he stumbled backwards. “What exactly do you think you get by harassing a couple kids in a grade below you, Spring?” The mare glared and Lyra noted she was about a few inches taller. “Im just having a bit of fun with them is all,” Spring huffed and looked away nervously. “Chill Sunset.” “They don’t look like they’re having much fun, especially not her,” Sunset pointed at Lyra and gave her a quick smile. “You obviously know who I am. I’m sure Princess Celestia would love to hear about how you’re being a dick. I am her favorite student, after all. And it’s funny you should be talking about grades when you’re barely passing yourself.” “Oh my heavens,” Lyra whispered as she watched with wide eyes. “This is amazing.” “So I suggest you run along back on home before this goes even worse for you,” Sunset suggested with a scowl as her horn glowed red. “Fun Celestia doesn’t necessarily tolerate bullying and quite frankly, nor do I. Especially when it’s ponies that I have classes with.” “We have classes with her?” Minuette whispered to Twinkleshine as they all wore the same stunned expression as Lyra. Sunset’s aura enveloped the colt and spun him around before prodding him forward, snickering slightly as he faceplanted into a mud puddle. “Idiot,” Sunset muttered as she and the other fillies watched as he pushed himself up and galloped away with his tail between his legs. “So, what did you guys do to annoy him?” Sunset turned to face them as Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, Minuette and Moondancer took off running in fear. They didn’t necessarily want to invoke the wrath of the mare. They all had a feeling that was just a small taste of her anger. Sunset sadly watched them disappear and sighed before turning around to leave. “You’re so cool.” Sunset glanced back at a grinning Lyra as the filly ran next to her. “Like, so cool! I’m Lyra!” “Shouldn’t you be running away with your friends?” Sunset asked bitterly and gestured behind them. “I wouldn’t judge you. I got a bit of a reputation for having anger issues around here.” “Nah. You’re awesome!” Lyra exclaimed and reared back on her hind legs to kick her forelegs out. “Are you really Princess Celestia’s student?” “Mhm. It’s not something I broadcast often to my fellow students,” Sunset answered and Lyra gave her a confused look. “Why? Isn’t that like, super rare to get? I’d tell everyone I meet that I was her student. It’s something to be proud of,” Lyra commented and Sunset laughed dryly. “It is but I don’t have many friends because of it. It’s a bit of a lonely thing to be her student. Most of the fillies and colts here only come up to me because they want to get close to the Princess. I don’t trust others well.” Lyra watched Sunset look away with a sigh as Lyra nuzzled her cheek. “W-what are you doing?” Sunset blushed faintly as Lyra shrugged. “Nuzzling you. I see mom and dad doing it all the time. I’ll be your friend,” Lyra offered and held out her forelegs. “You seem like a nice pony. And you helped me out. How old are you? I’m nine.” “I’m ten,” Sunset answered and cracked her back. “Ah, that feels good. Are you sure I can trust you? I’ve heard this before.” Lyra nodded as she placed her hoof on Sunset’s and nuzzled her again with a smile. “Well, duh! I’m not the type of pony to use others for my gain. You should totally come hang out with me and my sister. Octavia is a bit uptight but she can have fun,” Lyra shifted her weight and winked. “Or we can get ice cream?” Sunset examined the filly for a few more moments. She didn’t detect any form of lying and nodded finally. “We have to go home first and tell my mom where we are going. We should do the same with yours. Don’t want ponies to get worried about us,” Sunset chuckled and Lyra held out her forelegs again. Sunset hesitated for a moment before she hugged Lyra as the filly gave an excited squeal. This isn’t so bad Sunset decided as she smiled.

Willow NightSong24

563292

Adagio Dazzle,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Mystery,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Vanishings

When teenagers start disappearing for no apparent reason, two unlikely rivals must join forces to get to the bottom of it

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<p>It started with one…</p><p>Then two…</p><p>Then ten…</p><p>Teenagers are mysteriously going missing in Canterlot City, and students at Canterlot High begin to wonder if Equestrian magic is at work in their world again.</p><p>…or…they would, if they could actually remember kids were even going missing in the first place. Problem is, once a teenager goes missing, they're completely forgotten as though erased from existence…</p><p>But two remember. They must work together to solve the mystery of the missing teens, without vanishing themselves. The only problem is…</p><p>They can hardly stand to be around each other.</p>

everyone

2024-08-13T02:53:37+00:00

2024-08-13T02:53:36+00:00

I didn't notice anything was wrong at first. Granted, neither did anybody else. Cherry Crash was the first. One day, she went to school, living her normal life, or at least, that was what it seemed like, and the next, she was just gone. She didn't show up for school and none of the teachers asked about her when doing attendance. Sure, it was odd, but that was all the thought I really gave it. I just thought, Hm, that's odd, and then shrugged and forgot all about it. We, or I, just thought, she moved away or was sick. Sandalwood was next. His disappearance struck me a little more. Mostly because I knew him a bit more than I did Cherry. I asked about him, but everyone would just shrug and ask who I was talking about. I thought it was odd, but, let's face it, I was so busy with school and such that I completely forgot. It wasn't until Wallflower Blush went missing that I really started noticing things weren't right. I had been making an effort to talk to her more, and we actually started to get really close. We'd make an effort to meet up every Thursday after school. Neither of us ever missed it. Even after the whole Memory Stone ordeal, she didn't have very many friends. So, I tried to make sure she felt as included as I could. So when she missed our Thursday meet-up, I grew a bit concerned. Mostly because she didn't text me that she was going to miss it or anything. I sat in the cafe we met up at for two hours, but soon, it was clear she was going to be a no-show. The weirdest part about it was the waiter. It was a small cafe and we went every Thursday at the same time, so, we got the same waiter. It was obvious they liked each other, but they were both too shy to say anything. However, that day, when the waiter came to take my order, he didn't ask about her. Not once. And when I asked him to help me keep an eye out for Wallflower, he just tilted his head and asked me who I was talking about. I just thought he was being a jerk guy, but he didn't seem like the type. But, still, something in the back of my mind told me something wasn't right. When I didn't see her the next day at school, I asked Trixie if she'd heard from Wallflower, but again, Trixie had no idea who I was talking about. Sure, Trixie was a little… absent-minded at times, but she and Wallflower frequently hung out. She wouldn't just…forget her. Later that day, I went to Wallflower's house, but when I asked her parents about her, they were dumbfounded. A week later, Trixie vanished. Same deal. Nobody even remembered she existed. It was one thing for nobody to remember Wallflower, but Trixie? She wasn't exactly what you'd call subtle. In fact, if you looked up antonyms for the word subtle, her name would be there. Even when I looked in the yearbook, her name and photo were gone. It was like she was completely erased from this world. After that, it felt like kids were disappearing left and right. Snips. Snails. Octavia. DJ Pon-3. Diamond Tiara. Derpy. …Flash… I tried talking to my friends about it, but since they didn't exactly remember, it was hard to get their help. I mean, how could you find somebody if you don't know anything about them? We tried, of course. We studied, and we journaled Princess Twilight. Though, she didn't respond. Probably on a Friendship Quest. Maud. Lyra. Bon Bon. Micro. Norman. Heath Burns… I barely knew these kids, but when they disappeared, their absence was deafening. I didn't understand how nobody even remembered them, let alone they disappeared. It didn't make sense. Photo Finish. Teddy. Whiz Kid. Zephyr Breeze. Bulk Biceps… There was no rhyme or reason. No pattern. Nothing. It was random, completely unpredictable. They didn't even go missing at the same time. One day they'd be at school, the next they were gone. I'd see them in one class, but they were gone the next. I'd see them in the cafeteria but not after school. It wasn't even every day. Sometimes it was every other day. Sometimes it was once a week. Twilight, or Sci-Twi, as I liked to call her, and I went to Crystal Prep Academy to see if they were experiencing the same thing. Of course, they wouldn't know it. Twilight knew the names of students from CPA better, but, of course, if they disappeared, she wouldn't know them. I asked Dean Cadence about the students I did know the names of, but they were all still there. Granted that was very little, but still. Bright Idea. Captain Planet. Scootaloo. Scott Green. Big Mac… Then Lemon Zest went missing. I knew then CPA was undergoing the same thing. I began to think I was going crazy. Maybe this was all in my head. Maybe this was a dream. Why did I remember, and nobody else did? This felt like the Time Loop and Memory Stone combined all over again. It was driving me mad. Scribble Dee. Silver Spoon. Golden Hazel. Indigo Watch. Sweet Leaves. Indigo Zap… Then Fluttershy went missing. That one nearly broke me. Nobody remembered she even existed. No memories, no photos, nothing. After everything we've been through together, not a single soul remembered her. Except for me. It was then that even my friends started disappearing one by one. It reminded me that even they weren't infallible. That I can disappear. Valhallen. Rarity. Applebloom. Sour Sweet. Curly Winds. Sugarcoat… Our school population dropped dramatically. We went from eight hundred students to two hundred. And then it was one hundred. And then fifty. And everybody just acted like nothing happened. But…I knew. I knew what happened. And I'd never let myself forget. Paisley. Brawly Beats. Sweetie Bell. Pinkie Pie. Ringo. Tennis Match. Sunny Flare… Every time one of them went missing, I wrote down their names. The names of them didn't disappear if they were written after they vanished. But I was no closer to figuring out what the hell was going on. Six months later and I was still at square one. Not even a journal entry from Twilight Sparkle. Cloudy Kicks. Sci-Twi. Blueberry Cake. Crimson Napalm. Sophisticata. Applejack… Rainbow Dash was the last of us to vanish. After that, I was the only student at Canterlot High and CPA. Both schools faded as though they never existed. I was alone. Utterly and uselessly alone with no options left. Well, except for one…

Willow NightSong24

563292

Adagio Dazzle,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Mystery,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Vanishings

When teenagers start disappearing for no apparent reason, two unlikely rivals must join forces to get to the bottom of it

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<p>It started with one…</p><p>Then two…</p><p>Then ten…</p><p>Teenagers are mysteriously going missing in Canterlot City, and students at Canterlot High begin to wonder if Equestrian magic is at work in their world again.</p><p>…or…they would, if they could actually remember kids were even going missing in the first place. Problem is, once a teenager goes missing, they're completely forgotten as though erased from existence…</p><p>But two remember. They must work together to solve the mystery of the missing teens, without vanishing themselves. The only problem is…</p><p>They can hardly stand to be around each other.</p>

everyone

2024-08-15T21:31:21+00:00

2024-08-15T21:31:20+00:00

I walk home, the late evening sun setting, casting the sky a beautiful red and orange. Tears stream down my face, but I quickly wipe them away, holding them back and burying my emotions. I've cried enough tears over them. Tears aren't going to bring them back. Action will. I walk through Canterlot City, the wind blowing through my hair. The city's so quiet now that every teenager's gone. It doesn't feel right. Nothing does. I'm not sure if this blasted curse has spread to adults or if it's just children. It's impossible to tell. And frankly, I don't care anymore. I've had enough heartache and fear when it was just the kids. I'm not about to add adults to the mix. A part of me just wants to give up. To not even try anymore. To just sit on my couch in the dark and wait to disappear. Just like everyone else. I mean, it's going to happen to me anyway right? Why even try when I've gotten nowhere? I'm surprised I'm still here anyway. Seven months since the first disappearance, longer than any other teen, and I'm still here. I don't know why. I don't know what's so special about me. I'm just a former student of Celestia's that's gone rogue and tried to rule the world, only to be shown the Light of Friendship, and then screw up royally at it but then became a valuable member of the team. So why me? What's so special about me that I'm still here. Or…maybe I'm asking myself the wrong questions. Maybe I should be asking what's so wrong with me, that I was left behind. Maybe this is my punishment. Maybe I died in my sleep and this is the afterlife. Maybe…maybe this is how it's supposed to be for all eternity. I arrive at my apartment building, where the landlord is sitting in a lawn chair on the front porch, staring out at the street, as though on guard for any teenagers that were missed. He barely spares me a glance, which I've grown used to. By the time it was just Rainbow Dash and me, adults hardly paid any attention to us. Now I'm lucky if an adult even looks me in the eye. "Umm…hey…Mr. Doodle?" I ask hesitantly, but I'm not even sure I have his attention. He doesn't even move. Cranky Doodle was the former math teacher at Canterlot High, though, of course, he had to get a new job seeing as the school no longer exists. So, he became my new landlord. I'm not sure where the old one went, and frankly, I don't care. I pause, and when it's clear I'm waiting for a response, he huffs heavily and snaps, "Whaddya want?" I swallow nervously. Back at school, while he was known to be incredibly cranky over the smallest thing, hence his name, I'm not so sure about now. Sure, he's still as grumpy as ever, but he hardly even cares about anything I tell him. And believe me, when I still cared, I tried using everything I knew would piss him off during class. Barely even got a glance in my direction. Oh yeah, and him asking if I was done. "Umm…I'm…I'm just gonna be…a couple of days late with the rent. I get paid Friday, but umm…well…the rent's due Wednesday and…I'll pay it Friday I promise but…" "It's fine. Whatever. You know about the fifty-dollar late fee." He said dismissively, waving his hand. "W-well, umm…I was kinda hoping you could wave it? Just because my pay period just happens to fall right after the rent is due this month and…" "No can do, kid. You know the rules." "B-but–" I start, only for him to hold up a hand. I shut my mouth, knowing this conversation is over and he'll tune out anything else I have to say. I sigh. Another month of a tight budget I guess. I use my key to enter the building, climbing up the three flights of stairs it takes to get to my apartment. The elevator has been broken for two years. The old landlord hadn't gotten around to it. Who knows? Maybe once Cranky Doodle gets bored of sitting outside and staring at the street, he'll call the maintenance guy or electrician or whoever fixes elevators. Once I'm in front of the door with my number, the number twelve, I use my key to unlock the door, slowly opening it. Despite the… run-down condition of the building, the apartments themselves are surprisingly nice. The rent is also cheap, so that's a plus, I guess. Sighing heavily, I make my way to the kitchen. I've hardly eaten since Fluttershy vanished, spending all of my free time trying to find out what happened and how to bring them back. I throw my backpack on the floor under my second-story bed, right next to my desk. I turn to put my keys in the bowl I keep on my small table by the door, since Doodle made it very clear I get two sets of keys, and if I happen to lose them both, well I should just hope I know how to jimmy a lock. I pause, my heart stopping. It's empty. It's never empty. I always keep my spare in there. Always. I clench my jaw, grabbing the baseball bat I keep by my front door. What can I say? It's not the safest of neighborhoods and with teens vanishing left and right, I like to be prepared. I slowly creep through my apartment, holding the baseball bat in a ready-to-strike position. I hear the sound of my fridge opening and the sounds of someone going through it. Not that they're going to find much. I hear the fridge close, and I pause, quickly backing against the wall, right before the corner that rounded into my tiny kitchen that should really just be called a closet. I hear scoffing and a whole bunch of sighing. I practically hear them rolling their eyes. Then I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and I raise the bat, ready to strike. I count in my head. I know exactly how long it takes to get from the fridge to here. I've lived here for four years, I know this place like the back of my hand. One. Two. Thr– I pause, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. No. This isn't…this can't… "A-Adagio?" Adagio turns to look at me, giving a quick glance at the bat in my hand, giving it a bored look before looking back at me. In her own hand is an apple that I know she just got out of my fridge. She looks…exactly the same since the last time I saw her at the Starswirled Music Festival. Same jacket, the same sparkly purple shorts. I just stare at her, open-mouthed. She just raises an eyebrow at me. "A baseball bat? Really? Don't you think that's just a tad bit excessive?" I look at the bat and then I look at her. Excessive? What's excessive is her breaking into my house and waiting for me in the dark rather than knocking on the front door like a normal person. "How…how did you…how did you get into my apartment?" I ask, completely dumbfounded that Adagio, the girl who turned my whole school into a music battlefield, the one who hates me and my friends' guts, is here, in my apartment, as though we've been lifelong friends. Adagio rolls her eyes as though it's obvious, and perhaps it is, but I'm too speechless to think straight. "I jimmied the lock…duh." I glance at the bowl on my table before looking back at the orange-haired girl. "Where's my spare?" Adagio holds up my spare key in her hand, finger through the ring. "Took the liberty of grabbing it, if you don't mind. Since, you know, I'll be crashing here for a bit." I widen my eyes. This…this girl is so presumptuous. Where the hell is she getting these damn ideas? "I very much do mind. Give them back!" I hold out my hand, my other still holding the bat. She tosses it at me, and I grapple to catch it, luckily doing so before it falls to the floor. I look back at her. "And what makes you think I'm gonna let you couch surf at my apartment? We are not friends. You hate me." Adagio ignores my question, looking around my apartment as though she's inspecting it. "Sweet digs you got here." I blink, stuffing my spare key into my jacket pocket. Did she just compliment me? "It's so…you." She says, giving me a sly look. And there it is. She walks past me, dropping her half-eaten apple on the floor. I'm tempted to leave it there, like hell I'm picking it up, but this place is already a mess as it is. Papers are scattered everywhere and books lay open on the table, floor, and couch, notes and notebooks not far with a pencil, all evidence of my research for an answer I have yet to find. So, reluctantly, I pick it up and toss it in the trash, turning to face my enemy with the bat in my hand, who's already made herself comfortable on the couch, feet on the armrest, shoes and all. I roll my eyes. 'What do you want Adagio?" "Well, first I need you to answer me one question," She says, inspecting her fingers and nails, before looking me in the eye. "Do the names Sonata Dusk and Aria Blaze mean anything to you?" I roll my eyes. "You mean your little sidekicks, Grumpy and Dopey? How could I forget?" I mentally cross my fingers. Of course I could've forgotten. But the fact that Adagio actually remembers them means they're still here. I feel I imagined it, but I thought I saw her flinch when I said the word 'forget'. Which is odd. Unless…no. Just no. Not Adagio of all people. I mean…she's…she's Adagio. I doubt that needs any more explanation. That's when it hits me. Adagio is still here. She hasn't vanished. My eyes widen so much, that they practically bug out. I shake my head, refusing to let myself hope. She'll probably be gone by tomorrow. "Of course you'd be the one to remember." She mutters under her breath. "Nonetheless, we'll be of use to each other." "What do you want?" I repeat, though instead of irritation, dread begins to build deep in my gut. "Well, originally I was going to tell your whole possy at once, but seeing as you're all that's left, I suppose you'll have to do. What I–" "You remember them?!" I ask, shock filling my voice. I was starting to think I had gone mad. That maybe, just maybe, I had imagined all this. But having someone else remember reminds me this is real. Even if that someone is Adagio. Adagio just rolls her eyes, her irritation growing, but there's something else about it. I can't put my finger on it, but it lacks its usual flare. "You mean Snow White and her six little dwarfs? The puny teenagers who ruined our lives? How could I forget?" "Snow White? Really?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "You can't insult me with the same insult I used for your friends. It's a cheap shot." "I know. It’s called ‘a cruel irony.’ Like my dependence on you.” "Seriously though. What are you doing here?" "I need you to do something for me. I need you to find my girls. They've vanished without a trace and I want them back." I blink again. What is going through this girl's head? Did she just think I have them in my back pocket and I can just pull them out and just give them to her? Has she lost her mind? At my dumbfounded expression, she rolls her eyes again. "You know, because you're you with connections to magic? Surely you have some sort of clue or something?" I'm stunned silent for a moment before my mouth can finally form words. "Even if I did, which, newsflash, I don't, what makes you think I'd give it to you?" "Because, Red, we need each other. Despite you being Celestia's top pupil, I have more magic experience than you could ever hope to gain. I was alive before your great-grandparents were even an idea. And besides, where my girls are, your…possey probably is too." "How…how old are you? And how…" "It was those gems you broke when you ruined our lives. They kept us immortal. Now that they're gone, we're just normal teenage girls. So, here's the deal I'm proposing: we work together to find Sonata and Aria, as well as the rest of the teens, and after that, we go our separate ways and we can go back to hating each other." I'm silent for a moment before I continue. "Why do you want to find them so badly? All you three do is fight." "Because…it's none of your business. So, we got ourselves a deal or what?" I'm silent for a moment, biting my lip in thought. All of my instincts are telling me not to fall for this crap, that Adagio's just playing me. That she just wants to hear whatever information I might have just so she can ditch me when I least expect it. I mean, who knows? She could be behind this whole thing. It's just a coincidence that she just happens to be the only one who remembers the teenagers that went missing? Out of everybody? Am I really to believe that? But, I look into her eyes and I realize I don't really have a choice. My friends and I are more like family than friends, after everything we've been through together. It's been killing me not having them here to help me through this, even if it's just one of them. I'd do anything to find them, even if it means teaming up with the worst girl out there. But this is going to bite me in the ass, I just know it. I groan audibly, just so she knows how much I don't want to make this deal too. "Fine. On one condition." Adagio raises an eyebrow, telling me she's listening. "You pay this month's rent. I'll pay you back half of it Friday when I get paid." "Half?!" Adagio exclaimed, sitting up from the couch. I cross my arms over my chest. "If you're gonna be staying here, you need to pay half of the rent. You can't just crash here for free. So…do we got a deal?" I walk closer to the couch, holding out a hand. Adagio grumbles under her breath, twisting her lips in frustration before finally grabbing my hand and shaking it once. "Yeah yeah, sure, whatever. Deal."

tidmouth

563306

Vice-Principal Luna,Porn,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Fetish,Sex

Busted! 3

Vice Principal Luna uncovers Tidmouth's antics, and it's apparently not the first time...

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<p>After Luna catches Tidmouth and friends with their pants down (quite literally) she reveals that this isn't the first time she's had to reprimand him for his fetishy actions. But whatever did happen at Canterlot High the previous semester? Read on to find out!</p><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Foot/sock fetishry, sock smelling, Foot rubbing, Foot licking, femdom, footjobs, Student x teacher</span></p>

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2024-08-12T23:56:18+00:00

2024-08-12T23:56:18+00:00

The four students sat agape, covering themselves ashamedly as Vice Principal Luna stood staring at them in the doorway. Twilight Sparkle was the first to speak up. “V-Vice Principal Luna! We can explain!” The blue-haired woman calmly stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. “Twilight, you are a bright student, but I highly doubt even you could lie your way out of this.” Twilight squirmed ashamedly. Luna spotted Tidmouth’s bag on the floor and scooped it up. She reached inside and pulled out the pair of striped socks that were inside. “Would I be correct in presuming these are the socks that Rarity reported missing two weeks ago?” The four students nodded. “So, which one of you took them?” There was a moment of silence. “I did!” Sunset Shimmer suddenly cut in. “N-no! Vice Principal, she’s just trying to cover for me. I took them!” blurted Rainbow Dash. Luna raised an eyebrow. “Well, if one of you two took them then why are they in this bag? If I’m not mistaken this bag belongs to—” “—Tidmouth, yes.” Twilight cut in. “I asked Tidmouth to keep them for me. I told him they were mine.” Luna chuckled softly. “It’s very sweet of you all to cover for him, but I think it’s time Tidmouth Milk told me the truth.” She stepped towards him, leaning down to look him in the eye. “I thought we’d had an agreement that this wasn’t going to happen again.” * * * - The previous semester… - Another day at Canterlot High and another sports class in the gymnasium. Tidmouth hated sports class. It wasn’t just that he was unfit, though that didn’t help, he also just didn’t see the point in learning this stuff. It’s not like he was planning to be an athlete when he grew up. The coach, Half Marathon, blew his whistle. “Milk! Get over here.” Tidmouth breathlessly trudged over. “Pick up the pace out there, eh? The other students are runnin’ circles ‘round ya!” “S-sorry, Sir.” Tidmouth wheezed “I just c-can’t seem to catch my breath.” Half Marathon groaned and rolled his eyes. “Go over to the bench and take a breather for five minutes.” Tidmouth nodded and went to sit on the bench by the door. Tidmouth looked up at the other boys running and prancing around effortlessly. “Show-offs.” He muttered. He turned away and looked out of the gym and down the corridor. Along the corridor were several doors. One stood half open, this was the lost kit room. There was a pile of various clothes in there for any unfortunate student that happened to forget their kit. Tidmouth had been in that boat more than once and it was never a pleasant experience. Opposite that was the door to the boys’ changing room. It’s baffling to imagine a room that smells of both body odour and deodorant, but a boys’ changing room somehow manages to pull it off. There were benches along two of the walls with rows more through the middle. In one corner was a grimy little toilet cubicle and at the far end of the room was a door that went out to the sports field and a walled off area with some showers. Next door to the boys were the girls. Tidmouth had never been in there. Logic would assume it was much the same as the boys’ room. Even so the thought of going in there was an appealing one. If nothing else just to see how similar it was to the boys’ room. …and maybe have a peak at some of the girl’s clothes that were lying around while he was there. Tidmouth’s musing was brought to a shuddering halt when Coach Marathon called out to him. “Milk! Get back out there. And I want you running double time to catch up!” A week passed and Tidmouth was trying his best to do as little as possible whilst looking like he was taking part. It was basketball this week so that basically entailed hopping from side-to-side, running up and down a bit and hoping to God that no-one decided to pass him the ball. Someone from the opposing team had the ball hit from their hand and it bounced towards Tidmouth. He stood firmly on the spot. He didn’t want to get whistled at for travelling with ball… again. He sized up his options and bounced the ball with one hand. He was never very good at this. The ball either ended up bouncing in every other direction or losing momentum to the point where Tidmouth was practically rolling it along the floor. He looked toward the hoop. Theoretically he was in-range from where he was, realistically though it’d be a million to one shot for him. Even without the other team between him and his target. He steeled himself and plucked the ball between his hands. He sprung upwards and launched the ball in an arc. It flew over the other players, swooping towards it target. Time felt like it was slowing down. It came down, and down, and down and then… it pinged off the backboard and away from the court. Coach Marathon blew his whistle. “Out!” There was some mutterings of discontent from Tidmouth’s teammates. “Alright, settle down. Milk, you sit out for the rest of the game. I think your team can manage without you.” Tidmouth shuffled off to the bench and sat down in a sulk. He rested his chin on his palm and stared off down the corridor. He looked again at the changing room doors side-by-side. “There wouldn’t be anyone in there now. All the girls are outside on the track. …If only I had some excuse to sneak off and have a look around.” Tidmouth’s thoughts were cut short by the Coach stepping up to him “Hey, don’t get yourself down, Milk. You’ll get there with practice. Just watch the others. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.” The coach turned away. Tidmouth rolled his eyes. He had better things to do than practice throwing a ball into a hoop that was barely big enough. He looked again down the corridor and his eyes widened. He’d got an idea. “Uhh, S-sir? Can I go to the toilet?” The coach looked at his watch and sighed. “You should’ve gone at break, but fine. Make it quick!” Tidmouth scurried off out of the gym and down the hall. He reached the boy’s room door and paused. He looked around for any signs of life. The corridor was silent, safe for the sounds of the basketball game reverberating from the gym. Not a student or teacher in sight. Tidmouth took a deep breath as he stepped away from the boys’ room and towards the girls’ room. He gently pushed open the door and slipped inside. It was indeed very much the same as the changing room he was familiar with. The scent of B-O was a lot less pronounced and was masked by perfume rather than cheap body spray. Tidmouth’s main focus was on the display of clothes though. Shirts, dresses, skirts, shoes and, most importantly in his mind, socks. Tidmouth wasn’t sure what spawned his interest in socks, but as long as he could remember he’d just always thought girls wore much more interesting socks than boys. As he’d come of age this interest had developed into a full-blown fetish. Not that he knew what one was. In class he’d clock a girl wearing a cute pair of socks and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from glancing at them now and again. He’d fantasised about stealing a pair of socks for a long time and now that fantasy was about to turn to reality. He’d stolen socks from his sister-in-law before, but that didn’t count. (They were clean from her dresser) But right now, he was standing before a goldmine of used footwear. He gulped quietly and perused the benches. As he scanned around, something caught his eye. A pair of tall blue boots, one of which had a rainbow striped sock draped over the side. Tidmouth scooted over to them and knelt down. He pulled out the sock and inspected it. The sock was thigh-length and had six colours in a repeating rainbow pattern. Tidmouth had no doubt who these belonged to, and that excited him even more. If any girl was going to have a real sweaty pair of socks, it’d be Rainbow Dash. He looked around for the second sock and found it nestled inside the other boot. He held up both socks before him and felt a tingle of pleasure run through him before raising them to his nose. He breathed in deeply and shuddered. His assumption had been right, Rainbow’s socks smelled great. He felt his member start to rise. He was no stranger when it came to touching himself. He’d gotten off to pictures of socked feet on his computer at home loads of times, but this time he felt harder than he ever had done before. He was about to put a hand down his waistband when— “Ahem!” Tidmouth froze, dropping the socks in panic. He slowly turned around and saw the glaring face of Vice Principal Luna. “My office. Now.” * * * Tidmouth slouched along behind the Vice Principal as she strode through the halls to her office. He felt fortunate that there were no other students around to see them, as they were all still in their classes. They reached the office door, Luna stepped aside, directing him to enter first. Tidmouth stepped through. The only light in the room was sunlight peeking through the slits in the blinds. In the dim light, Tidmouth saw various wooden furniture around the walls and an oval-shaped desk in the centre. “Take a seat.” Said Luna, speaking in a stern yet level tone. She walked past Tidmouth as he sat down and pulled open a nearby filing cabinet. “Your name?” “Umm… Tidmouth. Tidmouth Milk, Miss.” Luna thumbed through the files and pulled out a folder with ‘Milk. T’ written on it. She brought it over to her desk and flipped through it as she sat down. “Hmm… No previous offences. A few late homework reprimands but nothing more.” She looked up into Tidmouth’s eyes. “I’m sure you appreciate the trouble you’re in today is far more serious.” Tidmouth gulped and quietly nodded. Luna crossed her fingers together as she sat forward in her chair. “I’m no stranger to the curiosities of teenage boys, you are far from the first to be caught straying into the girls changing room. And even outside the curious types there’s the odd one that wanders in by mistake. But I don’t think you wandered in by mistake, did you, Mr. Milk?” Luna stared down her nose at Tidmouth with her shimmering cyan eyes causing the boy to squirm uncomfortably. He shook his head. “N- no, Miss.” “What, exactly, were you doing when I found you, Mr. Milk?” Tidmouth shuffled in his seat and stammered a little. He was struggling to form the words. “Don’t be difficult with me, child. I will be quite happy to add insubordination to your permanent record alongside this incident.” Tidmouth’s eyes went wide. “N- no, Miss! P- please! “Then tell me.” Tidmouth’s eyes were beginning to well up with tears. He quickly wiped them away before stammering his response. “I- I went in there… a- and I found a p- pair of socks… and I- I was… smelling them.” “And why were you doing that?” “I- I… I don’t know! I… I like the smell.” Princess Luna sat back in her chair. “Are you aware of the concept of a fetish, Mr. Milk?” Tidmouth shook his head. She stood and walked over to her bookshelf, taking out a dictionary. “’Fetish – Any object or non-genital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation‘. In other words, does the look and smell of socks cause you to become aroused, Mr. Milk?” Tidmouth’s face went beet red. “I… uhm… y- yes.” Luna gave a small smirk. “Do not be embarrassed, Mr. Milk. A fetish of feet is a rather common one.” Her face fell. “That, however, is no excuse for your actions earlier. Especially when one considers what further offences might have occurred had I not intervened.” Tidmouth’s lip quivered, and he broke, burying his head in his arms onto the desk as he cried. The Vice Principal strode across the room and discreetly locked the door before sitting back in her chair. “Tidmouth, look at me.” Reluctantly Tidmouth pulled his head up and looked at her with a whimper. “Despite the seriousness of this situation I am willing to let you off the hook on this occasion.” Tidmouth wiped his eyes and brightened slightly. “Though, that is not to say you will not have some form of punishment.” Tidmouth’s face drooped again. Underneath her desk, Luna slipped off her shoes, revealing the magenta-coloured socks underneath. She scooted back in her chair crossed her legs across the desk. “Your punishment is to massage my feet.” Tidmouth blinked confusedly as Luna casually flexed her toes back and forth. “Well? Your punishment begins now.” Tidmouth gulped quietly and reached out towards her left foot. He took the foot in his hands and felt her damp, sweaty warmth. Gingerly he pressed his thumbs into the arch of her foot and rubbed in rough circles. Luna bristled in her chair. “Gentler, Mr. Milk. You should treat a lady’s feet with the utmost care and attention.” Tidmouth quickly nodded and adjusted his movements. The Vice Principal sat back in her chair and sighed quietly. “Mmm, yes. That’s much better. Still a little amateurish, but you will get better with practice. Try my right foot now.” Tidmouth released the foot from his grasp and Luna readjusted her legs, so he was now being presented with the other. He held it much the same as her left foot and resumed his actions. Luna hummed appreciatively. “You’re getting the hang of this.” In response Tidmouth pressed a little harder into the centre of her foot and worked the pressure upwards towards her toes. Luna stifled a squeal. “You’re really getting the hang of this!” Tidmouth stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he squeezed and compressed Luna’s foot. Admittedly, he was starting to enjoy himself. The feeling of Luna’s warm socked foot in his hand felt like a dream coming true that he’d never realised he’d had. He could already feel his erection throbbing within his pants as he sniffed the intoxicating aroma of sweat permeating the air. Luna put up a hand. “Okay, Tidmouth. You may stop massaging. Please stand up for a moment.” Tidmouth reluctantly let go of her foot and stood up. Luna observed the bulge in Tidmouth’s pants. A bulge that he was desperately trying to resist touching. “I see you are enjoying yourself. That cannot do. I see I have to employ punishment: stage 2.” She grinned and stood gesturing for Tidmouth to come to her side of the desk. “Please put your hands behind your back.” She instructed. Tidmouth hesitantly did as he was told. He yelped in surprise as Luna grabbed his wrists and zip-tied them together. “There, that ought to stop any unwarranted… self-pleasure.” She said, flashing a wicked grin. Luna gestured under her desk, indicating that she wished Tidmouth to get down there. It was a rather unremarkable nook all things considered, however Tidmouth did notice two dark streaks on the back panel, where presumably the Vice Principal enjoyed resting her feet. But now it seemed he was to become her footrest. His cock throbbed again at the thought, and he crouched down and shuffled into the cramped space under the desk. Luna sat back in her chair and observed as he tried his best to get comfortable with a sly smile. “Very good. Now, I have some paperwork to be getting on with. I want complete silence, understand?” Tidmouth went to answer but caught himself and nodded instead. “Good.” Said Luna and scooted her chair back up to the desk. Tidmouth watched as the magenta socked foot moved toward him before planting itself over his face. He desperately resisted the urge to moan as his nostrils were directly assaulted by her odour. Luna grinned to herself as she felt the contours of his face with the sole of her foot. Her other foot was kicked back for now, casually playing with one of her shoes under the chair. Tidmouth twitched uncomfortably as his boner strained itself against his shorts. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this horny before, but with his arms tied he could do nothing but just thrust at nothing. Luna felt his squirms and pressed her foot harder into his face. She wiggled her toes across his cheek, as if she were tapping to an inaudible tune. Tidmouth’s mind was racing. He couldn’t see or smell anything but Luna’s rank socks, and he was being driven wild. Every synapse in his brain just had one word: ‘Cum’. He whimpered quietly, holding back the urge to cry out in desperation. It only took another minute of torture before he finally broke the silence “Mmmhhff-pleasee!” Luna’s toes ceased moving. She leaned back and sternly peered under the desk. “What was that?” Tidmouth bit his lip and didn’t say anything. “Did I hear the word ‘please’, Mr. Tidmouth?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Tidmouth quickly nodded. “And why would you say that, hmm?” Luna was desperately holding back the urge to smile. She knew exactly what he wanted, she just wanted to hear him say it. Tidmouth stammered. “P-please… will you l-let me… cum.” Luna stared at him for a moment longer. She observed the tip of his penis poking out from the hem of his shorts and broke once more into a devilish grin. “Oh, I suppose you’ve had enough punishment for now. Very well. I shall allow it.” Tidmouth shuffled to get out from under the desk, but Luna’s foot kept him pinned down. “Ah, ah! You’re not finished down there.” Her foot moved toward his crotch and she pulled his shorts down with her big toe. Tidmouth winced as his felt his cock spring free. Luna chuckled and prodded at it gently. It already had a lot of pre dripping from it and she could feel he was extremely hard, almost painfully so. She dropped the shoe from her right foot and moved it over to join the other over Tidmouth’s crotch. She positioned her soles around his erect cock and slowly began to massage them up and down. Tidmouth’s eyes rolled back, and he stifled the urge to moan out loud. The cramped space under Luna’s desk was incredibly stuffy and the sweaty warm scent of Luna’s socked feet, mixed with the smell of his own musk, was getting more intense by the second. Luna deftly stroked his cock as she continued with her paperwork. “Are you getting close?” “Y-yes… Miss Luna.” Tidmouth panted. “Then cum.” Said Luna, picking up her speed. Tidmouth didn’t need to be told twice. He felt his body shudder with ecstasy as he came. Ropes of cum sprayed down over Luna’s feet and she squeezed and toyed with his penis, trying to extract as much as she could. Luna withdrew her feet from Tidmouth’s member and sat back, admiring her work. “Very good, Mr. Tidmouth. A healthy amount for a student your age.” She chuckled softly to herself as she played with a stand of cum between her feet. “Though, I’m sure you understand I can’t go around with this mess all over my feet. I should like for you to clean them for me… with your tongue.” Before Tidmouth had a moment to register what was being asked of him Luna’s left foot was once again assaulting his face. He opened his mouth and licked across the sole, tasting the mixture of sweat and cum. As he suckled and kissed her foot and he sniffed greedily at the odour of her feet. Despite already cumming his cock was still throbbing with arousal as Luna playfully rubbed it with her other foot. Tidmouth continued licking and sniffing for about five minutes, at which point Luna gave a quiet yawn and withdrew the foot from his face. “I think that’s enough. Now for the other one.” She crossed her legs, placing her right foot over his face and letting her left rest on the floor. The right foot was just as tasty as the left one and Tidmouth happily complied in kissing and licking every square inch of it. His cock twitched needily, desperate to be touched again, but Luna continued to ignore it. She wanted to tease him with a little denial before she allowed him to cum again. Eventually she took her foot away again. Tidmouth craned his neck trying to reach to give it one last kiss before it slipped too far away. Luna chuckled. “Eager to please, eh, Mr. Tidmouth? Well, it’s only fair I give you a little pleasure in return. I’ve been neglecting you for a while now. You must feel ready to burst.” Tidmouth whimpered in response, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat. “Very well then.” Luna gave another devilish smile and pulled off her socks. She balled them up and stuffed them into Tidmouth’s mouth before sitting back in her chair and placing her now bare feet around his erect cock. Tidmouth moaned through the socks in his mouth. Luna’s soft soles caressed his cock, masterfully stroking him off. The humidity under the desk was rising by the second and Tidmouth’s forehead was covered in beads of sweat as he tried to make this experience last as long as he could. Luna continued stroking him off with her left foot and moved her right to squeeze his balls. Tidmouth moaned again as his body began to shiver with anticipation. Luna grasped his cock with both feet and began jerking harder. “Tidmouth, cum for me!” Those words pushed him over the edge. Tidmouth’s eyes clenched shut as he was hit with a blinding orgasm. He was in bliss, and everything felt perfect. * * * Tidmouth groggily opened his eyes. He could see he was no longer under the Vice Principal’s desk, but he was slumped in the chair in front of it. He could faintly make out a pair of voices. “-he’s coming to.” He felt a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him awake. “Tidmouth, are you okay?” It wasn’t the voice of Luna but Half Marathon, his sports instructor. “I’m not sure what came over him.” Said Luna, stepping around to stand next to him. “Like I said, I invited him over to my office because I saw he didn’t look well and when we got here, he just collapsed.” Tidmouth’s face contorted with confusion. Had it all been a dream? It had felt so vivid and real. He could swear he even still tasted Luna’s sweat on his tongue. Luna locked eyes with him and gave a subtle wink. “Did you get his things, Mr. Marathon?” “Yes, Vice Principal. They’re right here.” Half Marathon held up Tidmouth’s bags that he’d brought from the locker room. Luna smiled. “Very well. I telephoned his parents to let them know that I’ll be giving him a lift home.” Half Marathon nodded. “Yes, of course Vice Principal.” He leaned over to Tidmouth and patted him on the shoulder. “Hope you feel better next week, Tidmouth.” “Uh... t-thanks, Sir.” Stammered Tidmouth. “Come along then, Mr. Milk.” said Luna, directing him towards the door. Tidmouth shakily got to his feet and headed out with her towards the staff parking lot. * * * The Vice Principal and student didn’t say anything to one another as they drove to Tidmouth’s home and soon they pulled up outside. Tidmouth quietly gathered together his belongings and went to open the door, but Luna clicked a button and locked it. “Just a moment, Tidmouth. Before you go, I should like you to look in your bag.” Tidmouth slowly nodded and unzipped his rucksack. Inside, along with his usual textbooks and other things was a pair of damp, scrunched up, and damp magenta socks. Tidmouth’s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked up at Luna. “You may keep them, on one condition. I never, ever, ever, want to find you in or around the girls’ locker room ever again. Do you understand me?” as if to make herself extra clear she stared at him with intense eyes. Tidmouth gulped and nodded quickly. “No, Vice Principal Luna, I won’t Vice Principal Luna.” “Good. Because if it were to happen again, I would not be so forgiving as I have been today. As far as I am concerned the incident today never occurred and your permanent record shall remain clean.” “Th-thank you, Miss. Luna.” “You’re welcome.” Luna unlocked the door and Tidmouth resealed his bag. “Goodbye Mr. Tidmouth. Have a good weekend.” Tidmouth hopped out of the car and waved to Luna as she drove off, back to the school. He turned and let himself into the house. His parents were still at work, he assumed Luna had called one of them there. He made his way up to his room and flopped onto the bed. He unzipped his bag and pulled out the pair of socks Luna had given him. He gave them a sniff and sighed happily. “Oh yeah… I’m going to have a real good weekend.” * * * “So, let me get this straight, Vice Principal Luna caught you in the girls locker room and instead of giving you detention she used you as a personal footstool?” asked Rainbow Dash. “This was a unique case. I did not feel it necessary to blemish Tidmouth’s record with a serious offence. As for the… “punishment” I must admit I let myself get a little carried away.” Replied Luna. Rainbow scoffed “I’ll say! If that was the normal kind of punishment, I’d get in trouble more often!” “Well, it’s not.” Said Luna, with a stern glare “And I shall not be so lenient if I ever catch you in the wrong locker room, Rainbow Dash!” Rainbow gulped quietly and nodded. “So, am I going to be in detention for all this, Vice Principal?” asked Tidmouth meekly. “That rather depends. I shall ask the two victims of your thievery who are present. Do either of you still wish to make a complaint?” “No!” blurted Rainbow Sunset pondered for a moment before shaking her head also. “I thought not. That leaves only Rarity, and I don’t think she will wish to make a further complaint as long as her property is returned.” Luna looked over the striped pair of socks in her hand. “I shall make sure these are cleaned and return them to her.” “So, you won’t blame Tidmouth?” queried Twilight “No. If she asks, I shall tell her I found them myself.” “And that’s it? No more said?” asked Rainbow. Luna nodded. “For now. You should all consider yourselves lucky I’m not going to bring this up to Principal Celestia. You’ll find she’s far less forgiving than I.” The four friends murmured their thanks. Luna turned to leave but paused in the doorway, fishing a hand into her fanny pack. “Oh, and Twilight…” She pulled out a small sheet with a single pill sealed inside and threw it to her. “What’s this?” “Plan B. Good night.”

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Rainbow Dash (EqG),Trixie,Porn,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Fetish,Sex

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Tidmouth and Rainbow meet up for one of their usual hang-out sessions, but this time there's a hint of magic...

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<p>Rainbow and Tidmouth often meet after soccer games to indulge in their shared fetish, however today Rainbow has brought along a surprise; a sock she's borrowed from Trixie.<br/>Whatever will Trixie think if she ever finds out?</p><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">Foot/sock fetishry, sock smelling, Foot rubbing, Foot licking, femdom, and some magically-enhanced ejaculations leading to lots and lots of cum</span></p>

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2024-08-13T00:12:31+00:00

2024-08-13T00:12:31+00:00

It was a clear sunny afternoon at Canterlot High. Most of the other students had either already gone home or were over by the sports field watching the soccer game against Crystal Prep. As Tidmouth had never been that bothered about sports he chose to hang around elsewhere. He was waiting to meet up with Rainbow Dash. They’d always go over to her place after a big game and indulge their shared fetish of well-worn socks and sweaty feet. Tidmouth often felt a little bit guilty about doing kinky stuff without Twilight, but he knew she didn’t mind, so long as she got invited every now and then. Tonight, however she was busy studying so it’d be just him and Dash. Tidmouth overheard a distant whistle and some cheering marking the end of the game. A couple of minutes later Rainbow Dash came sprinting around the corner toward him. “Hey! You ready?” she asked excitedly hopping from foot to foot. Tidmouth blinked in surprise. She seemed unusually eager, hopping from foot to foot as she grinned widely in his face. Her clothes were very scruffy and unkempt, almost as if she’d gotten dressed in a hurry. “Oh, hey Dash. Yeah, I’m ready.” “Great!” She frantically grabbed him and started jogging home, barely giving Tidmouth enough time to grab his belongings as she dragged him along behind her. * * * They soon made it to Rainbow’s house. It wasn’t much but she’d been desperate to move out from her parents’ house as soon as she could. She loved them but she found it difficult to keep her private moments private when they were around. She hurriedly opened the door and scrambled inside. Tidmouth stood for a moment on the porch, trying to catch his breath “Come on!” Rainbow called, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him inside. She finally let go of him when they reached the bedroom. Tidmouth smelled the familiar scent of dirty socks. He was pretty sure she put off doing laundry as long as she could avoid it... and that was turning him on. Before he got too carried away, however, he put up a hand. “Rainbow, hold on a sec. What’s with all the rush?” Rainbow took off her sports jacket and tossed it onto the back of a nearby chair. “Oh, right, sorry! I got a little excited. I got a surprise!” she sat down on the bed and dangled her feet in the air. Tidmouth raised an eyebrow but still assumed his usual, shoe-removal position. Having done this quite a few times now he was getting quite adept at untying her shoelaces with his teeth, though this time they seemed rather loosely done up. “She really did get dressed in a hurry.” He thought to himself. He untied both shoes and slipped them off over his head. Rainbow’s damp soles were now resting on his face. He hummed happily to himself as he sniffed at the sweaty socked feet. He paused and sniffed more closely at her right foot. It smelled kinda different to the left one, a good strong smell, but still somehow different. He pulled back to take a look and blinked in surprise. The right sock was indeed different. Instead of matching the dark blue sock on her left foot, this one was purple with yellow stars. “Surprise!” giggled Rainbow, wiggling her toes. “Wha- where did that one come from?” “Trixie leant it to me after I lost one of mine. …wait, that wasn’t you, was it?” Tidmouth bit his lip and looked to the side. “I uhh… sorry. I didn’t get a chance to give it back.” Rainbow smirked and shoved her feet into his chest. “Well, as your punishment, you can give me a foot rub... you filthy pervert.” Tidmouth chuckled shyly and took hold of them. “Y-yes ma’am.” He got to work, and Rainbow leaned back with a happy sigh. As he pressed his digits around her feet, he sniffed happily at the sweaty aroma coming from them. He kept being drawn towards the right one, however. He guessed this must be Trixie’s scent. Maybe these were the socks she wore under those tall blue boots in the colder months. He shuddered with pleasure and felt his erection tenting in his pants. Rainbow looked down at him. “You’re really liking the surprise, huh? Lemme get a try of that.” She pulled her right foot away from Tidmouth and leant down to smell it herself. “…Mmfhh~ Damn! I might have to try and borrow Trixie’s dirty laundry more often. She’s got a real good funk!” she squirmed a little. “Actually, that’s really good… I ahh… gimme-a-sec!!” Rainbow slipped the sock off her foot and held it to her nose, sniffing deeply. She slipped her other hand down the waistband of her pants and started frantically fingering herself. Tidmouth’s foot massage became more and more sloppy and unfocused as he became distracted by the erotic display and the tent in his pants became harder and harder. As usual, Rainbow was a quick finisher and barely two minutes into her manic masturbation session she shuddered and came, giving one last deep whiff of the sock in her hand before looking down at the wide-eyed Tidmouth looking up at her. “Woah… oh… heh, sorry Tidmouth. You must be ready to burst after seeing that. How’s about we strip down, and I’ll jerk you off.” Tidmouth didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled off his shirt and hoodie, kicked off his shoes and dropped off his pants and underwear. He sat on the bed and pulled his legs up, facing Rainbow. She reached down and pulled a discarded rainbow-striped sock from the floor. She knew it was one of Tidmouth’s favourites. She slipped it over his cock and held Trixie’s sock over his nose as she started to tug him off. He moaned as he sniffed happily at Trixie’s sock. Despite Rainbow running around for an entire soccer match in it the smell was still very much new to him. Rainbow’s scent was merely an afterthought. He could only imagine what Trixie's socks must smell like on her own feet. If she was able to over-power even the smell of Rainbow Dash, then her smell must really live up to her ‘Great and Powerful’ persona. Rainbow watched as he glazed over in bliss. She didn’t notice the sock starting to glow slightly. Nor did she notice Tidmouth’s testicles slowly swelling to an unusually large size. Tidmouth winced slightly. “Ah!” Rainbow paused. “What’s up?” “I- I dunno. I just feel… really pent up all of a sudden. Just keep going, I- I’m pretty close.” “Alright dude.” Rainbow nodded and resumed her motions. Tidmouth huffed at Trixie’s sock and shuddered as he felt his orgasm approaching. He moaned as the first wave squirted into the sock. He felt the second spurt, closely followed by a third… and a fourth… and a fifth?! He just kept cumming. Rainbow’s eyes widened as she watched him pump load after load into her sock. The end bulged out and slopped down as it slowly filled up with cum. After a solid 30 seconds of ejaculating, Tidmouth finally ceased and gasped for breath. “Woah…” “You good dude? I know you said you felt pent up but, I’ve never seen anybody cum that much before!” Rainbow slipped the sock off his cock and dangled it in the air. The end was sagging and slowly leaking about half a pint of spunk. Tidmouth looked at the sock, slightly mesmerised by it. “I’m just as surprised as you. …Maybe I should call Twilight.” “Yeah… maybe…” Rainbow looked at the soggy rainbow-striped sock in her hand before moving it to her face and slowly licking over the end. “Rainbow!” “What? It’s not like I’ve never sucked your cum through a sock before!” “Y- yeah but, …shouldn’t we be worried? This doesn’t seem normal.” Rainbow had practically shoved the entire end of the sock into mouth. She pulled it out leaving a cummy-saliva trail connecting her to the sock “Dude, we meet up once a week to masturbate and smell each other’s feet. Who needs normal?” Tidmouth rubbed his neck. She had a point. And he had to admit, watching her was extremely arousing. He picked up Trixie’s sock off the bed and gave it another deep sniff. “A-HA!” said a voice from outside. Tidmouth and Rainbow wheeled round and saw Trixie standing outside the window, glaring in at them. “So, not only did you steal Trixie’s lucky sock, you also let that creep use it for his perverted fun!” “T- Trixie! I- It’s not what it looks like!” started Rainbow “Oh no! Trixie thinks it’s exactly what it looks like!” Rainbow scrambled off the bed and opened up the window. “Look, Trixie… I’m sorry. Just… please just come inside and hear me out.” Trixie raised an eyebrow and paused. “Fine.” Trixie raised a leg and clambered through the open window. She dusted herself down and strode over to Tidmouth, snatching the sock from him. “That is property of the Great and Powerful Trixie, and she did not give you permission to borrow it!” Rainbow put her hand out toward her. “Trixie, calm down. It’s not his fault, honestly. It’s mine. We both have this thing for… used socks—” Trixie sniffed the air and grimaced. “Ugh… Trixie can tell.” “Heh… exactly. Look, when you let me borrow your sock today, I just thought it’d be a neat little surprise for both of us. Something new. Just for one day. I swear, I was going to wash it and get it back to you tomorrow.” Trixie continued clutching the sock closely to her chest, eyeing them both with suspicion. “Trixie is not sure she approves of you thieving her personal belongings for your own perverted pleasures.” “I know, and again, I’m really sorry you had to find out this way, Trix.” Rainbow put a hand on Trixie’s shoulder. “Just… if you’re going to tell, don’t get Tid involved. He didn’t know anything about this.” Trixie squirmed. “Trixie never said she was going to snitch.” “You weren’t?” Trixie shook her head. “What would Trixie even say? ‘Trixie leant Rainbow Dash her sock and then she took it home to get off with it!’? That hardly sounds plausible. Vice Principal Luna would never believe me!” Tidmouth and Rainbow exchanged a look. They knew too well she probably would. Trixie glanced down at the bed and saw Rainbow’s striped sock, still oozing cum everywhere. “What on Earth is that?!” Tidmouth squirmed. “Uh… I-I did that…” Trixie’s eyes widened “All at once?!” He nodded shyly and looked at the floor. “Is that normal?” Trixie's hand gravitated toward the sock to pick it up but she hesitated. “No. I- uhh, I don't really know what came over me.” Rainbow snickered “Sure wish you'd came over me!” Tidmouth gave her a light shove “I'm serious! What if something’s really wrong with me?” “Trixie thinks she knows.” Tidmouth and Rainbow looked up at her in surprise. “Trixie thinks her socks might have some kind of ...magical ability.” Rainbow scoffed “Come on, Trixie. For real?” “Trixie is serious! It’s nothing spectacular but... Trixie has noticed they seem to be able to grant a person's strongest desires.” Rainbow pondered for a moment. “Wait, now that you mention it, it did feel as if my right foot kinda had a mind of its own during the match.” “Exactly! You desired victory, so the sock made it happen!” “Woah. That's awesome!” Rainbow beamed. “But what about this though?” she said, looking again at the cum-filled sock There was a pause and both girls turned to look at Tidmouth, who was red with embarrassment. “W-well, I guess I might've fantasised about having a bigger load before. “ “Wow! So, the sock made it happen! That’s awesome! How did it feel?” asked Rainbow, eagerly. There was a pause before Tidmouth laughed shyly “Really good, actually. Never nutted like that before in my life.” “Would you like to do it again?” queried Trixie, suddenly Tidmouth’s face flushed with embarrassment again “W-what?” Trixie’s eyes narrowed and her mouth curled into a smirk “Oh, you do. Trixie can tell in your face.” Tidmouth shrunk back, unable to form a response. “Don’t be so afraid, Trixie will let you borrow her sock again. In fact…” Trixie paused, lifting the sock to her nose, and breathing in deeply “Trixie desires to watch you do it.” Tidmouth squirmed as he felt himself getting hard again. Rainbow stroked her fingers around his hardening length and grinned at him “How’s about I give you a blowie?” Tidmouth considered. “Hmm, I dunno whether Twilight would approve…” Trixie scoffed. “You’re actually turning down a blow-job? You’re stupider than Trixie thought.” Tidmouth furrowed his brow “H-hey!” Rainbow rolled her eyes “Oh go on, Tid. It’s not like we’re having actual sex. Besides, Twilight knows we’re just friends.” Tidmouth sighed “…Alright then.” “Sweet! Scoot back and make yourself comfortable and I’ll get started.” Tidmouth sat back, spreading his legs as Rainbow knelt on the end of the bed “Ready?” she asked Before Tidmouth had a chance to reply, Trixie held her sock across his face. He sniffed deeply and noticed something different. The smell was stronger than before and there was no hint of Rainbow anymore. He crossed his eyes and saw the sock was indeed different. This one was deep blue in colour and still felt warm. He looked across at Trixie and she held up the blue trainer she was no longer wearing. “Thought I’d give you something fresh to get you started.” She said before dropping it on his face. She turned to look at Rainbow “Feel free to get started, but don’t let him finish too quickly. Trixie’s got to warm up her grand finale.” Rainbow nodded and leant forward on her elbows. She suckled the tip of Tidmouth’s penis eliciting a stifled moan from him. Trixie snapped her fingers. “Hey, cum-boy, eyes on me.” Tidmouth turned his head to face her and watched as she sat down on a chair by the window and extended her bare foot towards him. She wiggled her toes enticingly and flashed him a devilish smile. She pulled the star-print sock from her pocket and gave it another quick sniff. “Hmm, yes. Definitely in need of warming up.” She pulled her foot towards herself and gently slipped her toes into the sock’s opening. She pulled the sock up her foot and over her ankles, going as slowly as possible to tease Tidmouth. Tidmouth whimpered quietly as he watched Trixie. Though he didn’t like to admit it, her teasing was working. Trixie pulled the sock up to its full length and flexed her toes with a satisfied sigh. She sat forward and nabbed her empty shoe from Tidmouth's face, teasingly wiggling her socked toes one last time before plunging them into the sweaty depths. “There. Now for act two.” She stood up and sidled around to Rainbow’s rear and chuckled softly as she examined her privates. Trixie pinched three of her fingers together and teased around Rainbow’s twat. Rainbow moaned around Tidmouth’s penis, slightly gagging in the process. “Breathe.” scolded Trixie. “We’re not gonna be able to have any fun if you pass out on us.” Rainbow mumbled an apology and started gently bobbing her head up and down around the end of Tidmouth’s cock. Trixie rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the blue girl’s rear. Rainbow’s pussy was already glistening with wetness from Trixie’s earlier teasing and her clit was pulsing with excitement as Trixie leant close. Trixie extended her tongue and gingerly drew it around Rainbow’s sex. Rainbow shuddered with anticipation as Trixie explored deeper, tasting the juices from Rainbow’s previous orgasm. Tidmouth watched Rainbow squirm with pleasure, her blow job was getting more and more sloppy as she became increasingly distracted. He didn’t mind though. Trixie’s fresh sock was enough to keep him hard. Beads of sweat were forming on Rainbow’s forehead. She was trying super hard to hold back her impending orgasm, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Trixie could tell Rainbow was holding back so plunged her tongue even deeper with rough, quick strokes. Finally the dam broke and Rainbow came, flopping forward and squirting her juices right into Trixie’s awaiting mouth. Trixie swished her tongue around her mouth and smacked her lips. “Not bad. Trixie has tasted worse.” Rainbow didn’t say anything, she just dozily looked up from Tidmouth’s crotch and sighed with pleasure. “Come on, don’t go falling asleep on Trixie!” the magician said, snapping her fingers. “Trixie thinks Cum-boy here is going to blow the biggest load of his life and I don’t want you spilling a single drop!” Rainbow and Tidmouth exchanged a glance but nodded at Trixie. “Good, then let’s begin.” Trixie scooted the chair closer to the bed and started to slowly pull off her shoes again. She lifted her knees to her chest and sat her socked feet on the chair. She grabbed the blue sock from Tidmouth and dropped it into one of her trainers. “You won’t be needing that now.” she said before extending her leg with the magic sock and resting it on his face. Tidmouth sniffed deeply and hummed with pleasure. His erection in Rainbow’s mouth pulsed with new found energy and he felt a tingling sensation in his balls. “That’s it.” Trixie soothed. “Take a good long huff, Cum-boy. Let the sock grant your desires and then fill this slut full of your thickest, gooiest load.” Tidmouth took another deep whiff and winced with unease. He could feel his balls growing heavier and rounding out as they produced more and more spunk. Rainbow looked down as she resumed her blowie and could see Tidmouth’s nuts slowly swelling and doubled her efforts, excited to taste his cum fresh from the source. Trixie too could see his balls expanding and grinned with pleasure. “Is that all you’ve got? Is that truly all you desire?” Tidmouth quickly shook his head. “Then desire HARDER! Trixie wants you to cum like a fire hose.” Tidmouth strained through the discomfort and tried to fill his mind with thoughts of things like water balloons. He recalled videos on the internet of people doing stunts with water balloons that could expand up to 6ft wide. Could his balls physically get that large without permanent damage? He was brought out of his stupor as he felt a sudden sharp pain, followed by a loud sloshing sound. Rainbow had pulled back in awe. Tidmouth looked like he was attempting to squeeze an unusual tan-coloured pumpkin between his legs. His balls were so big they were forcing his legs further apart and lifting his butt off the bed. Tidmouth gasped with a weird mix of pain and pleasure. He needed to nut right now and quickly waved Rainbow to resume her position. Rainbow nodded and pushed herself down to the hilt. Tidmouth’s penis must’ve grown slightly as well as it was now much further into her throat than before. “Well then, what are you waiting for, Cum-boy?” Trixie lifted her other foot to her face and sniffed at her socked foot. “Trixie desires you to cum.” Tidmouth cried out as the flood came. His penis swelled with seed and lodged itself firmly in Rainbow’s throat. Rainbow took a deep breath through her nose and braced herself. She started fingering herself as she felt Tidmouth blow load after load right down into her stomach. Even if she could’ve pulled his cock free she wasn’t going to. She didn’t want to waste a drop. Trixie watched as the masturbating Rainbow diligently gulped down Tidmouth’s spooge. She adjusted her sitting position and started pleasuring herself at the incredibly lewd display before her. Rainbow’s belly slowly started to round out as it filled with Tidmouth’s cum. She used her free hand to rub it, feeling the churning mass inside. This made her shudder and cum once again. Seeing Rainbow climax pushed Trixie over the edge and she came as Tidmouth’s balls finally finished transferring their contents to Rainbow’s stomach. Tidmouth blinked, feeling slightly woozy after such a long and powerful orgasm. He looked at the two girls. Trixie was leaning back in the chair breathing softly. Rainbow was curled up at the end of the bed, rubbing circles across her swollen tummy. He scooted forward and reached a hand out to touch it himself. Rainbow blinked at the contact and smiled at Tidmouth. “This is- *urp!* ...the hottest thing we’ve ever done.” Tidmouth nodded in agreement as he pressed a finger into Rainbow’s midsection. “Pity we’ll never get to do it again though.” he said with a frown “Says who?” The pair looked up at Trixie who was sitting cross-legged on the chair smiling at them. “Y-you mean-?” “Trixie also thought that was incredibly arousing. If you want to do that again Trixie may let you borrow her socks again in future. …Providing you invite her to watch sometimes.” Tidmouth and Rainbow nodded excitedly “Of course!” “Maybe you’d like to get a load yourself?” enquired Tidmouth. Trixie chuckled, putting her trainers back on “Maybe someday, Cum-boy. For now though Trixie needs to head home.” “Alright then. Bye Trixie. And… thanks for all this.” “No, no… Thank you …Tidmouth.”

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Drama,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Unforgiven

She can't forgive them. She tried- dear Celestia, she tried. In the end, some things just can't be forgiven.

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<p>She should've been happy. She knew that- dear Celestia, she knew she should've been happy- but she wasn't. How could she be? Her friends- her own family- had turned their backs on her.</p><p>She tried so hard- so, <i>so hard</i> to forgive them. She really did.</p><p>She just can't.</p>

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2024-08-13T10:35:55+00:00

2024-08-14T23:13:54+00:00

She should've been happy. Dear Celestia, she tried. Twilight stood beside Cadence, watching as the officiant recited the oaths. She should've just been bucking happy. Instead, she wasn't. Her heart hurt- watching her brother say I do, then Cadence. She was too focused on her thoughts to hear the vows. How could they do that to her? The terror flashed through her mind's eye. Scampering through the darkness of the tunnels in the abandoned Canterhorn mines, desperately running from whatever horrible abomination trailed close behind. She could feel the bandages under her dress soaked in her dried, crusty blood. Panic, terror, exhaustion—she ran and ran, desperately fleeing from whatever had crawled out of the churning depths beneath the mountain's skin. Twilight blinked, shocked out of her revere as the two kissed. Again, all she felt in her heart was hurt. She should've been happy. Why couldn't she just be happy? "Twily?" She shook her head, her brother's voice breaking through the fog. "I- yes, BBBFF?" She stumbled. "You were looking a little pale there." He laughed awkwardly, continuing. "Looked spooked as a pony back from war." "Oh- I mean, yeah. I think I'm just a little sick, you know? Post-wedding jitters and all that. Don't worry, Shiny-" she put on the best smile she could, "- nothing some food and a good night of rest won't solve." He and Cadence looked at her worriedly. It looked like he was going to say something. Like he was going to ask her if she was okay. "I trust you, sis, just... are you sure you're okay? You can tell me if something's wrong. I promise I won't judge; it's- it's okay." The words flushed from her lungs—angry, scared, heartbroken—they desperately clawed out of her lungs. Her thoughts were panicked, fluttering to and fro. She could feel herself choking on her words—stuck in her throat, refusing to come up. Please. Please say something. please please im sorry The moment was over as Celestia walked up, smiling wide. "Ponyfeathers!" Shining swore, glancing between his sister and Celestia. "The photoshoot!" He looked at her, focus finally broken. "I have to go do a quick photoshoot, Twily. You wanna come with? We can walk and talk if that's okay." But it wasn't. It wasn't okay. The moment was over. She smiled, swallowing her words. They felt like a stone in her throat, refusing to go down the first gulp. "N-no thanks, Shiny. I just- think I'm a little exhausted from today, you know? Big wedding day, lots of ponies, and all that. I think I'll go to sleep a bit early, okay?" He looked like he was going to say something- something anything please pleasepleaseplease Before he could, though, he was dragged off by an eager-looking pony in a fancy suit, sporting a greedy, pompous grin, Cadence, her friends, and the other princesses already having disappeared. Spike looked at her, and she looked at him. He lowered his head, walking off. Just like that, she was alone. She was a horrible sister. The thought echoed as she sobbed. She was a horrible, terrible, stupid sister. She should've been happy tonight. She knew it, she did, and she tried so, so hard to be. She really, really had. But it hurt. Sweet, holy Cel- it hurt so bucking much. She couldn't help it- it hurt so bad. Her heart ached no matter what she did. Constant images of her friends' angry, hateful faces clouded her mind, thoughts of them having fun- laughing, eating, enjoying themselves without her, somewhere beneath her. Enjoying themselves because she wasn't there. it hurt She let out another sob, clenching the stained, watery pillow harder. The bandages and gauze had come undone from her fitful thrashing, chafing her sides, and opening up the horrible, agonizing gashes. It didn't matter. She gasped, trying to swallow a wail. It made her choke- coughing, sputtering, heaving. Her muzzle lifted from the pillow as she glanced around. For some reason, she hoped somepony would check on her. She couldn't face them. She just hoped somepony would come. "I'm a horrible sister." She couldn't stop the words, and she didn't care to. It just hurt so bad. They were right. She was horrible. She was a terrible sister and a terrible friend. She'd ruined the mood at her own brother's wedding. What kind of pony did that? She clung to the pillow and stuffed her face back in. All over her, deep gashes, scratches, and bite marks reopened, weeping red from between their stitches. Her dress lay torn up beside her bed, discarded. Five mares, one stallion, and three alicorns sat at a round table. Their heads were all turned down in some way- all wearing masks of self-loathing shame. Two hours had passed since the photoshoot had ended—two hours since Spike had cracked and started being openly hostile- again. The table beneath their hooves was cold, Celestia thought. Even then, however, from the other side of the table, she could feel Spike's seething rage warming the room. They hadn't said anything. What was there to say? The damage had been done. "Stop." He spat. Celestia frowned. The way he said it irritated her for some reason. Almost bitter and self-justified. "Stop. What?" Rainbow Dash, sitting not far from Celestia, asked through clearly gritted teeth. He snorted angrily and slammed his little claws into the table. His lips were pulled back into an ugly sneer, glaring at them- Celestia specifically. "That. Stop giving yourselves that dumb, self-pitying look!" "Spike, that is enough." His words shocked her—he'd never spoken with so much venom and crassness. "That's enough?!" He snorted fire, clearly on accident. "That's enough?! It will never be enough!" "Shut up!" Rainbow's hoof pounded the chair. "Now Rainbow Da-" "Shut up, Applejack! Spike has been sitting here all week, acting like he's the victim or something! I am sick and tired of him laying into us!" She shouted. "Darling, ple-" "Rainbow Dash, that's enough-" "No!" She stood up. "Like Tartarus, it's enough! We've all felt horrible all week about what happened- for pony's sake, even Princess Celestia has that "dumb" guilty look! I am sick and tired of him sitting on his high horse and.. and..." She chewed her tongue, trying to find the words as she fumed. "Now darling, that is quite enough! That is no way to speak about her high-" "Oh, buck off!" Rainbow spat, Rarity's jaw dropping in response. "I don't see you doing anything!" "Well, I never! How dare you-" "Brazen little wench, you would dare speak of my sister-" "Now, now y'all, let's not get 'round to splittin' hairs and allat-" "Shut up!" Rarity, Luna, and Rainbow screamed. Applejack stood up angrily, causing everypony to jump. "Like hay Ah will! Ah ain't gonna list'n tah y'all if'n you're gonna be orn'ry as a darn dragon!" She clamped her hoof over her mouth, but it was too late. "I'm what? I'm what? I don't know if you two have noticed, but none of you have done anything to make this right! I've been there for Twilight all week! Me! Where have you all been? Oh, that's right- preparing for some stupid wedding!" Chaos. "Well, my bucking apologies, Mr. 'I have nothing better to do,' we've been trying to help set up a wedding and get rid of the changelings still holding out in the city! Sorry we've been so damn distracted!" "Spike, that is rude and uncalled for! How would our darling Twilight feel if she heard you saying such terrible things?" "I bet she'd feel real fantastic!" "If thou doth not cease with such aggressive behaviors, we will see to it that-" "Shut u-" "Yall've got some nerve, RD-" "Please-" Yelling, screaming, threatening. Everypony at the table had finally lost it. She couldn't take it anymore. As the argument spiraled, she just... couldn't. Before the first hoof could be thrown, she slammed her hooves into the floor and stood. "Silence!" In an instant, the table went dead quiet. Only the sound of Cadence's soft weeping could be heard as Shining Armor wrapped a hoof around her tight. His face was slack with misery and disappointment. It was her niece's wedding. "If you all are so determined not to get along, then perhaps it is time you all returned to your chambers." She scowled at the mares and the dragon. He glared at her balefully but held his tongue. Nothing more need be said. They all dispersed, the alicorns and the groom heading one way and the rest diverging their own ways. Afterward, only Pinkie remained at the table, quiet. "Happy wedding day..." She tried, but her heart just wasn't in it. Twilight stared at the ceiling. Eventually, she'd stopped having tears to cry and just sat there, heaving. Now that she was alone, truly alone, all she could do was think. She used to love thinking. Critical thought was the mark of a great scholar, after all. She hated it now. Her thoughts weren't about spells anymore. They weren't about reporting to Celestia with some lesson on friendship. Whenever the heartbreak would go away- whenever her head was too quiet and herself too alone- the thoughts came. Images of a monster- a hideous, grotesque masquerade of life- shrieking its way through the caves within Canterhorn. Her hoofsteps, small and frail and tired, trying with all their might to outrun the lumbering, screaming monstrosity that barreled its way down each turn- that seemed to haunt and infest every crack and crevasse. It had painted her with every cut, every scratch, every bleeding stitch in her body. She remembered the way its filthy, pulsating tentacles had struck her like a whip. The way she'd felt the bugs that seemed to coat the creature's rotting appendages rub off on her- digging into her fresh scars. Every second had felt like utter terror. She thought she was gonna die- alone, afraid, running through the dark from a boogeymare that wasn't supposed to exist. A creature that shouldn't have existed. There was no fighting it- nothing had done even remotely hurt it. She remembered the crystalline chamber she appeared in. The changeling queen's terrible laugh. She remembered the gap she'd found in the chamber. Just like that, she was there again. Slowly, a confident-yet-bruised Twilight made her way through the mine. It wasn't the first time she'd been in a sticky situation, and it probably wouldn't be the last. She turned a corner. Around the corner, she saw darkness. A perverse, all-encompassing darkness. One that ate everything- even the light of her horn. "Hello?" She called. "Is anypony there? Please- my name is Twilight Sparkle. I-I need help. I need to get out of here- Princess Celestia is in danger." Nothing. Nothing but silence. It was uncomfortable just how quiet it was. Nothing made a sound, not even a bat. There weren't even bugs. That realization made her skin crawl. Why the hay were there no bugs in an underground mine? She'd expected something- even just an earthworm or a cockroach, maybe a beetle- but there was nothing. Nothing but silence. She bit her lip and looked deeper into the cave before her. There was nothing- nothing but that eerie darkness. Slowly, anxiously, she started down the corridor. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but she could swear that, somewhere in the distance, she'd seen a faint slip of the darkness move. But that was im- Twilight blinked, the memories fading as she heard someone knock on her door. The image of that horrible monstrosity again flashed in her head, dissipating at the next set of knocks, these more persistent. "Who is it?" She looked over at the door. "Hey Twi, it's uh- it's us. Well, me, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie. You mind if we, uh-" With a flick of her scarred horn, the latch opened. "Come in." She laid her face back down as she heard the door open and heard three sets of hoofsteps walk in. A quiet cough sounded beside her, and she turned her head to her friends. Rainbow stood awkwardly in the center of the room, fidgeting and moving beside her bed. Applejack looked past her like she couldn't even look her in the eyes properly. Fluttershy hid away behind her, head buried in her mane, out of sight—and finally, Pinkie. Pinkie was the worst. She looked at her dejectedly, her mane flat and body slack. She looked the most guilty. None of it helped, seeing their guilty faces and the way they refused to make eye contact with her. The way they tried to look anywhere except her body. It all felt so... disingenuous. She sighed. "So..." "So..." Rainbow repeated back, scratching her mane with a hoof. A few more seconds of silence followed before she gave a frustrated grunt. "Look, Twi. I'm not... good? With this whole apology thing." She furrowed her brow, rethinking. "Well, I mean, I am! I'm the best at EVERYTHING I do, but, like... I don't really..." "What she's tryna say is we don' know how tah approach this. Equestria ain't never had a war, not s'long as ah can recall. Hayseeds girl, Equestria ain't even had no army an' allat since, uh..." "Six hundred thirty-five years ago, before the Griffonian dark age." "Uh- yeah, that there. Ah'm sayin'- we never would'a putcha in harm's way, Twi." Applejack took her hat off. "an' we're sorry." "Yeah.. It's just been a hectic time, and we're sorry we took so long to get around to it, and we know that's... not really an excuse." Rainbow still couldn't look at her. She wouldn't look at the wounds- at the bloody sheets or the old bandage lying in the trash. It hurt. It made her angry. She just- she thought that.. "We're sorry..." Fluttershy whispered, peeking out for a second. She looked away as Twilight turned in her direction. She swore she heard a soft sob. Her face burned. It felt humiliating. Why wouldn't they just- look? They'd come this far. They'd said this much. She wanted to forgive them. She wanted to so bad. "We're so sorry!" Pinkie bounced up, landing at the foot of her bed. It wasn't an excited bounce, but one she used to get closer. Her eyes were big and wet, horrible tears budding at the edges. "We really didn't know- if we'd known, we never would've walked away! But that doesn't make it better- we're really, really, really, really, reallyreally sorry Twilight!" She felt tears in her eyes. Why wouldn't they look at her? She gulped—they looked so sad and so guilty. "I-I forgive you, girls. I understand. A-all of you- Rarity, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and especially Shiny." She said the words- she really tried to mean them. She wanted to mean it, even if her heart wouldn't let her. It worked, though. The other ponies in the room brightened up immediately, and Pinkie's mane sprang back up. "Really? You do, you do?" She bounced excitedly. They were so happy- "Yes, Pinkie." She gave a strained laugh, faking a cough after she was done. "I do. I-I was acting crazy, and I hadn't slept, and you all thought I was just being jealous, and I-I mean, I didn't even have any proof!" The others came in for a hug. Twilight bit her lip, tears rolling out of her eyes as her injuries screamed bloody murder. owowowowowowow- When they let go, she noticed Applejack standing a distance further than them. She looked... sad? Disappointed, but... accepting? She still smiled, though. Twilight smiled back. She just had to keep it up, she supposed. Hold it together. Hold it together; keep a brave face. One day, she'd be able to really forgive them. One day, everything would go back to normal. One day. Spike squeezed his claws tight. How dare they! They were the ones who had abandoned his Twilight! It wasn't his fault- he didn't know what to do! She was just- she was sounding weird, and he was scared and just... He blinked his eyes shut and held them that way tight. It was their fault. He wanted to stay with Twilight, but they pressured him to go. He would've stayed! It didn't matter if she was wrong. This was Twilight! His Twilight- the one who trusted him to be the best number-one assistant he could possibly be! The one who raised him from a hatchling- blushing, he silently admitted he was still technically a hatchling- and the one who had been there for him every second of his life! If she was wrong, then to hay with it, he was going to back her up, even if it killed him! I mean, pony's sake, it's Twilight! She'd sacrificed life and limb- put everything on the line time and time again- all for them! Seriously, Spike didn't even know Cadence, the only dragonsitter he'd ever had was Celestia, and if Twilight said she was acting weird, and Twilight knew her that well, then, then.. He deflated. It couldn't be his fault, too. It just couldn't be. Spike's resolve hardened, and with a quick turn, his feet pitter-pattered off in the direction of her room. He should've left with her in the first place, not gone to that dumb photoshoot. He was so stupid! Not wasted his time with the others! He'd make it better- he just had to! Somehow. All he knew was that Twilight needed him- and he would be there this time! Cadence wouldn't talk to him. He didn't blame her, obviously. He didn't deserve her, not after how he'd treated Twilight. Twilight had made the wedding possible in the first place. Cadence had half-raised her, and being her sister was the push that had helped her agree to the wedding. He felt awful. "Cady?" He tried. She didn't respond; she just hummed in acknowledgment from her side of the bed. "Cady, I'm... I'm sorry." She didn't speak; she just sighed and rolled over to face away from him. Yeah- he deserved that, too. He'd ruined everything, him and his big mouth. "I don't want your apology, Shining Armor." She said evenly. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." He winced. Every time he tried to apologize to Twilight, his nerves got the better of him. He'd made a huge mistake. He knew that. And she'd reminded him. Every single night. "I know." Cadence shifted beside him. The silence was only momentary. Cadence seemed to find her words fast. "I'm- I'm not even angry you couldn't recognize it wasn't me." His brow furrowed. "Why? Cady, I should've realized that you were off. I know pre-wedding jitters and all, but you're not a disrespectful, arrogant, nasty pony, and I know nothing would make you that way." And he meant it! It was stupid of him to brush it off. Even under stress, she'd never acted so... mean. She shook her head. "That's not the problem." Sitting up, she pulled her hind hooves' knees to her chest. "I don't care about that, Shining Armor. I know you were stressed out, too, and you... I don't blame you, okay?" "Then please- Cady, how do I make this right?" He turned to her. "I bucked up, I know it. I really want this to work out, and I know you'll love having Twilight as a sister. I need to know how I make this right." She got up, moving over to the loveseat on the other side of the room. Her horn lit, and a pillow flashed away from the bed, followed by her blanket. Climbing onto the seat, she quickly fluffed the pillow and laid down. "I don't know." He stared at her, then at the empty spot beside him. "I'm sorry." "I'm not the one you should be saying that to." Silence permeated the room afterward. He knew she wasn't asleep, but he didn't know what to say. There was nothing he could say. "I don't know." He heard her whisper. "What'd you say?" "I don't know." She was lying facing away from him. "I don't know how you make this right. I can't know- I can't tell you because I... I won't do it for you. You have to make this right. Only you can, and that means that I can't just... give you the answers. To make it all better." He nodded and said nothing. There was nothing left to say. He laid still, but sleep never came. "Sister, you must remain calm." "How can I? Luna, they hate me! Spike hates me!" She rubbed a hoof against her forehead. "This has been a monumental disaster from start to finish. A deep infiltration by changelings, a war right in Canterlot, and now this!" "Calm thyself, sister! You are Celestia, Herald of the Sun! You cannot-" "This is my fault!" She turned on her sister. "We spent centuries fighting the changelings- hunting the queens!- and yet when all is said and done, the blame lies squarely upon my haunches!" "Your student spoke of nonsense and mad ramblings, sister! The fault is neither thine nor her own!" "But it is! Twilight would never make such a bold-faced accusation before my very own eyes unless she utterly and completely knew without a shadow of a doubt that something was wrong! And I callously dismissed her! All that has occurred is my own fault!" "You could not have known! Even we must admit, thine student is nothing if not eccentric!" "But she was right! She is impulsive and neurotic, but she is more often than not correct!" Back and forth, all night. The guards stood watch over the entrance of the room, hearing the back and forth. Nopony would be sleeping tonight. Not here, at least. No, they wouldn't- and in truth, even after all was said and done, they wouldn't be sleeping right for a very long time.

milk rain

563332

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Spike,Starlight Glimmer,Alternate Universe,Mystery,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Chat the new allegations just dropped!

Celestia the princess of Equestria is getting currently getting canceled as you read this Short Description.

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<p>Celestia the princess of Equestria is getting currently getting canceled as you read this Long Description. </p><p><b>EVERYONE IS GETTING CANCELED THESE DAYS! </b></p>

teen

2024-08-13T16:17:25+00:00

2024-08-13T16:17:25+00:00

Spike and Starlight, along with some of the Mane Six, all stared at a radio in the center of the room as they patiently waited for a certain news broadcast to play. "Why is Twilight even going on this show to side with Princess Celestia? I think we can all agree that what she did was DESPICABLE!" Rarity said as she folded her hooves. Everyone else in the room stayed silent before another pony spoke up. "I mean, I always knew something was off with that princess—" Rainbow Dash began before being cut off by Applejack. "Yeah, you always know, Dash," Applejack said sarcastically. Applejack turned to Pinkie Pie, who had a semi-deflated mane. "What about you, Sugarcube? What's your thought on all of this, since ya know... it happened at your store?" Pinkie Pie said nothing as she slumped in her chair. Applejack was about to say something else before the radio came to life. "Wait, it happened at Pinkie's store?! Spike, I’m still confused. What exactly is going on? What did Celestia get outed for?" Starlight said, completely unaware of the situation. "I’m pretty sure they’ll explain it all in the broadcast," Spike said before shushing everyone. "Alright, here it is," Spike said as he turned up the volume on the radio. A stallion's voice boomed through the speakers. "HELLO TO EVERY PONY THAT IS LISTENING IN ON THIS FREQUENCY. I AM YOUR HOST CREAM STAR, AND LET'S GET RIGHT INTO THE NEWS! Today we will be getting an exclusive interview with Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia's faithful student, but how faithful is the student now that all these allegations about her mentor are out? Well, that’s what we’ll be talking about today. Good morning, Ms. Sparkle." "Good morning, Mr. Star." "Wow, that was an intense intro... I kinda like it," Rainbow Dash said. "Quiet, I am trying to listen," Spike said. "So, Ms. Sparkle—" "You can just call me Twilight." "Oh, first name basis? No problem. So, Twilight, as we both know, 48 hours ago, allegations came out about your mentor. The document states that the local bakery in Ponyville was hosting a field trip party for a local school, correct?" "That is correct." "And that Princess Celestia decided to join in on this field trip to help chaperone?" "Also correct." "Okay then. Now, folks, here we get into the crazy allegations. It says that while Princess Celestia was in one of the baking rooms with some fillies to help them bake cakes, a teacher walked in on a truly horrifying scene. She saw multiple fillies crying their hearts out as Princess Celestia fled the scene." An audible sigh came through the radio as Twilight spoke up again. "That, uh... erm, that would be correct as well." "Great. So, Twilight, what are your thoughts on these allegations?" "They are just that, Mr. Star, they are allegations. My mentor would never do this to innocent fillies." "Interesting statement, Twilight, because we do have records of these sorts of events surrounding Celestia, albeit not to this DEGREE." "Well, yes... you are right. My mentor does have a problem. Me, Luna, and Cadance have tried to get her help for this addiction she has, but... it’s all kinda gone in vain." "I can agree with you on that, Twilight." "But then again," Twilight said hastily, "we should not fully blame Celestia for this." "Oh, and why is that?" "Well, theoretically speaking, the school should have known that Celestia had these urges when she is around that kind of environment." "And here is where we disagree, Twilight. How is the common public supposed to know EVERYTHING about the ruler? It is not until this incident occurred that we now learn about this disgusting addiction that your mentor has." "Okay, it's not that disgusting... It’s just a bit taboo?" Twilight said with uncertainty. The Mane Six erupted in awe and shock. "THERE IS NO WAY TWILIGHT JUST SAID THAT!" Rarity screamed. "Dear Faust..." Applejack said as she took off her hat and put it on the table. "What the actual buck was that?! Is she trying to get herself canceled as well?" Rainbow Dash said. Starlight was still trying to wrap her head around what the princess could have done. She went through all the possibilities in her head before coming to a conclusion. "DEAR LUNA NO!" she screamed. She could feel the contents of what she ate trying to fly back up, but she held her ground and kept it down. She began to rub her head as a pink hoof poked her. "Finally understand now?" Starlight just looked at Pinkie with worry. "Y-yeah." Everyone turned their sights to the radio as Mr. Star was now laughing. "There is no way you just said taboo. No, no, no, this has to be a sign of an unwell individual. An unwell person who’s addicted to go so far and do what was done to those fillies SHOULD NOT BE RUNNING OUR COUNTRY RIGHT NOW!" "Well, Mr. Star, I don’t think that reasoning is warranted." "How so?" "Well, think of it like this. For example, let's say the captain of the royal guard is addicted to smoking. Should he be considered an unwell individual and be stripped of his title?" "Well, it depends on how he does his job. If the smoking addiction interferes with his rightful duties, then yes, he should be stripped of his title. And as for the unwell part, I don't think so." "So you have just contradicted yourself then." "Excuse me, what?!" "While I do agree with the first part of your statement, you said that smoking would not make the captain unwell. Smoking has all sorts of side effects, as research has shown. And even if it had no ill side effects and was perfect to use, my mentor would not be an 'unwell' individual for doing what she does." "Interesting... Well, here is the thing—" Just before Star could continue his sentence, a sound of teleportation magic came over the radio, and both Star and Twilight went silent. "Well, well, well, folks. We have a special guest here. Say hello to the sunbutt princess who just teleported into my studio without my consent. You can tally that one up on the list, folks." "I am sorry for barging in like this, Mr. Star," Celestia said, her voice shaky. "Let me guess, come to plead your case?" "N-no, what I did was unforgivable, and I would like to apologize to my ponies." An audible laugh came from Star as he spoke up. "The floor is all yours, Your Highness." "To anypony listening to this station... I am sorry for my actions." Celestia's sounds of sobbing could be heard from the radio now. "I have done a great wrong to those fillies, and from the bottom of my heart, I apologize to the wonderful fillies and their families who have been affected by my actions on that fateful day. I should have never stolen the cakes those fillies worked so hard to make. At the time, my urges got the better of me, and I could not handle it and had to take all of them. But that's not an excuse. I know my trust in a lot of my ponies has been shattered, especially with those whom I have affected. So I am working on myself to do better... I have found a therapist and will be trying to get rid of the addiction I have to cake-eating. Once again, I am sorry for my actions, and I hope you can forgive me... Thank you." And just like that, Celestia was gone again. "Well, folks, we just got the full trash and horrid 'apology' from the princess herself, and while I won't be forgiving her anytime soon, it’s up to you people to decide at home for yourselves. So before we end this show, let's get one last response from Twilight to see what she thinks about this response." "Oh, she’s gone... WELL, I HAVE BEEN YOUR HOST CREAM STAR, AND YOU HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!" Everyone in the room sat in silence until Starlight spoke up. "W-wait, so all she did was steal cakes... but I thought—" Everyone turned to Starlight, their curiosity getting the better of them. "Yeah, that’s what she did. What did you think?" "Well, I mean... uhhh..." Starlight clapped her hooves together before exhaling. "Okay, I just want all of you to know... What I am about to say will sound SUPER CRAZY, but you need to understand I had no idea what was going on and only had this radio show to clue me in on what happened." Everyone in the room nodded. "Not to mention they were being super vague." Everyone nodded again. "Okay, so with all that being said, I thought that Celestia had done something to those fillies..." "Yeah, she stole their cakes." "No, no, no, something uh else..." Everyone looked around at each other, still not knowing what Starlight was on about. "GOSH! I THOUGHT CELESTIA BUCKED THOSE FILLIES!" Everyone in the room had looks ranging from confusion to horror. One by one, everyone started to get up and leave the room without saying a word. "Guys, don't-" Everyone had left except for Fluttershy, who was shaking her head at starlight while giving the STARE "P-please...Stop that," Fluttershy got up and walked out leaving starlight all by herself to soak in the embarrassment and shame.

WiltedBloom2013

563336

Scootaloo,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Adventure,Kingdom Hearts,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Equestrian Hearts: The Guiding Key

A Nobody Pony needs to find her heart

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<p>Some terms to know.</p><p>Keyblade: A weapon capable of freeing hearts from Emblem Heartless.</p><p>Nobody: The husk of a person's body after getting its heart stolen.</p><p>Heartless: What a person's heart becomes after either being stolen or falling to darkness.</p><p>Orange Wonder: The main character of this adventure and a Nobody. She's the Invertation version of Scootaloo.</p><p>Black Heart: The main villain of the story and a Heartless. He's the Invertation of Scootaloo.</p><p>The Invertation: A world where all logic is inverted and names are made simple. The main color and then a personality trait.</p><hr/><p>Orange Wonder, a Nodody, was given a chance by Black Heart, her other half, to explore and interfere with other worlds except there's a problem...</p><p>She doesn't have a ship to explore other worlds.</p><p>That won't bite her... will it?</p><p>And hopefully the group of 5 cloaked creatures don't cause trouble as they seem to want to.</p><hr/><p>This chapter takes place after the fake chapter 14 of my Castlevania story so... hope you enjoy this story =)</p>

everyone

2024-08-13T21:06:11+00:00

2024-08-13T21:06:11+00:00

World: Twilight Town Orange Wonder awoke in the streets of a town, a town she was unfamiliar with. She looked at her flank, Still a Nobody... I thought Black Heart would have made it easy for me... she thought to herself as she raised herself up off the ground. She looked at her weapon, a rapier she had grown used to... and never once used for its intended purpose. She trotted around and no one seemed to care or notice her but at least she was around all these creatures that she saw with that white-coated alicorn filly. Albeit, none of them looked like the exact creatures she saw but it was close enough. She decided that for now, getting to know these creatures was the best course of action. World: The world that never was A group of five cloaked characters stepped onto the ground, "So, what's the plan now Ruination?" One of them said, her white horn visible from under her hood. "We make a base of operations here while we find a way to summon Corruption from their banishment," the tall bipedial one, Ruination, said. "Ah bet we could do that easily, ain't that right Malice?" A small quadipedal one with stitched up hooves speaks to the one with her horn visible, presumedly Malice. That wasn't before one with orange wings and a white horn spoke up, "We mustn't let our guard down, remember our defeat billions of eons ago?" She spoke in an overlayering voice. "Desperation, Insensarity, calm the hell down. We have no need of in-fighting." A calm voice spoke out, eagel wings visible despite the quadiped stance. "Oh shut it Revenge, don't act like you've never gotten mad over something petty, in fact wasn't that what caused us to lose the first time? You being petty!" Desperation said before finding the barrel of a gun right in front of her face, "Oh, sorry Revenge... please don't shoot the gun..." Desperation added afterwards. Revenge lowered his gun and nodded as Malice started speaking up, "So we need to get to work on making a base of operations, but we also need a way to ensure nothing stops us in our tracks... how about we make our own enemies that way no heroes can stay in our way?" Which did cause the others to look at each other, even Ruination... but Ruination was the first to agree, "I agree, that only makes sense given our... situation... each of us will end up having an enemy type we directly command and a lower teir that all of us command. Let's call these conceptualized enemies 'Chaos Fragments' given we are the Chaotic Elements of Evil," the biped one spoke as he summoned his sword causing the others to nod in agreence. World: Twilight Town Orange Wonder was sitting outside an ice cream shop because she tried to buy some ice cream with her bits which didn't help her. Bits just... didn't seem useful for the first time in ever. She trotted to the exit of town and found an enemy with an odd appearence for the creatures of this world... a creature she has never seen before. It wasn't a Heartless as it didn't have any darkness, it wasn't a Nobody as it had a heart. It charged at Orange Wonder with unparalleled speed when a creature with a massive weapon hit it. The weapon had a strange look to it and yet it felt... familiar to her. "Are you okay?" The creature with the strange weapon asked Orange Wonder as she was brought out of her wondering state, "Oh, sorry, I... guess I started wondering about things, I do that a lot. The name's Orange Wonder and, thank you for defeating that thing," she said as the creature smiled, "I'm glad, the name's Roxas." World: none Within a Gummi ship Orange Wonder was lightly trotting around the space ship as it brought her around space. "So, you said you were looking for something as you were attacked by that... whatever it was," Roxas said to Orange Wonder who was still exploring as every turn showed something new to wonder about. "Huh? Oh, yeah... my heart. I'm looking for my heart, I'm a Nobody," Orange Wonder told Roxas who simply nodded, "Alright, we'll need to go see a friend of mine but I promise... we'll find your heart," he said. Orange Wonder wondered who Roxas' friend was. World: Radiant Garden As Orange Wonder stepped onto the world and saw the castle, she immediately started wonder about it... shame life had to get in the way. More of those strange creatures appeared as well as a new type that had similiarities to a doll of sorts while having a massive emblem on it. "Ugh, dang it, I'm gone to Twilight Town for 15 minutes and more of these things," Roxas said as he made his weapons appear from thin air and got to fighting. Orange Wonder watched as Roxas fought and still couldn't resolve herself to fight... even as Roxas got hurt by the doll-like monster, even as more showed up, even as Roxas asked for her to help... she couldn't resolve herself to fight... Soon a mouse arrived and started fighting the monsters with Roxas before Orange Wonder sighed... Who was I kidding... I can't even bring myself to fight these things... I couldn't help that alicorn filly I saw even if I wanted to... she thought to herself. Are you going to give up? She perked up at hearing that voice as she looked around for the source of it but she found nothing. Are you going to give up, Orange Wonder? She heard it again, that voice. Well... I was considering it... So you want Black Heart to win? ... no... She passed out... World: Dive to the Heart When Orange Wonder awoke, she looked at the ground and saw a stained glass panel of herself surrounded by portraits of all her favorite things on one half but the other half was Black Heart and his desires. Welcome, Orange Wonder. That voice again, even more pronounced here. "Hello? Where am I?" Orange Wonder said aloud. I am unable to answer that question. But I do ask you to step forward. Orange Wonder, being the ever passive filly, stepped forward. Your lack of heart means this should be impossible, one cannot dive to a non-existent heart but you do anyways. Three objects appeared around Orange Wonder, a sword, a shield, and a staff. Pick a gift, choose wisely. Orange Wonder approached the shield. The defender. The power to shield others. Is this the gift you seek? Orange Wonder thought about it... before nodding, "Yes, I choose the power of the defender." The shield vanished when the voice spoke again. Choose a gift to reject. Orange Wonder had no issues with which one to throw away, she approached the sword and gripped it. The warrior. Do you wish to reject this strength? Yet again, Orange Wonder nodded and tossed the sword away, "Yes, I reject the power of the warrior." As the staff vanished as well as the sword, Orange Wonder heard noises as she looked behind herself. From the darkness, monsters that she knew were Heartless arrived, they were specifically Shadows and yet... Orange Wonder was unable to bring herself to fight. Defeat the darkness, if you wish to proceed. Oh great so not only did she come face to face with Heartless that she had never seen before but she also had to defeat them without a choice in it. Did the voice had a hatred on her? Well... she'd have to fight Black Heart anyways... Orange Wonder gripped her rapier and attacked the Shadows turning them to their shadowy dust forms. When she finished, she realized she was standing on her back hooves perfectly fine, not an uncommon trait among those of her world but it was prefered to trot around instead of walk. Good job Orange Wonder, now proceed. A door appeared and when Orange Wonder stepped through it, she found herself on a different stained glass panel, this one of her, once-idol now fear, Blue Fast. As she stepped forward she found that the platform shook slightly as two orbs appeared. Pick an orb, pick carefully. One orb was white and the other was grey. Orange Wonder knew she could only pick one so she needed to be certain she heard both out. She stepped towards the white one first. Nobody Guard. When an enemy attacks you, occusionally a Nobody will defend you. Is this the power you want? She didn't reply, instead moving to the grey one. Vital Guard. If attacked with more than one health remaining, block damage from the whole combo while being moved to one health. Is this the power you want? Orange Wonder thought about it... before grabbing the orb of Vital Guard which caused the other one to vanish. And then she woke up from the trip. World: Radiant Garden Orange Wonder awoke to both Roxas and the Mouse worn out with a doll-like creature standing tall. Orange Wonder stood up, and drew her rapier. She felt a spike of resolve she has never felt before. The doll-like creature stepped forward as Orange Wonder attacked the doll creature... she'd have to make a name for those things soon but for now... she attacked it again and again until it vanished. "Phew... oh my goodness I'm so glad the fighting's over... I'm sorry both of you... I couldn't resolve myself to fight until it was too late..." Orange Wondee said but Roxas just chuckled, "It's fine Orange Wonder, I understand what you mean, you don't like fighting," Roxas said understandingly. Orange Wonder nodded as she turned to the mouse, "It's nice to meet you Orange Wonder, I'm Mickey Mouse," Mickey said with a single laugh at the end. Orange Wonder smiled as she stepped into the fortress. World: The world that never was Insinsarity watched as the world and base were recontructed, it was then that Malice entered the room, "My recon squad just returned after being defeated," she said, "The Nightmare Dolls and the Chargers were all defeated by people holding some form of weapons and a filly who seemed to be missing a heart. My bets are that we could have threats to our mission of rewriting everything to our praise," she explained, as Ruination and the others nodded. "Good work then Malice, your recon squad did what it was supposed to," Ruination said as he finished the touches on the final enemy type, which was his, and was being called "Blademaster". The group was on the path to make their own boss-level entities to send on missions but the reality that they'll have opposition means... they'll need to make them, even if it means it'll have to be faster than before. "Well, I'll get to work on my boss-level monster before the filly leaves that world. As for what I'll call it... Vengeful Hunter." Revenge said as he took his hood down and reveiled himself as the gun slinging Griffin of Equestria 4375, Gracefell... incarnate of Revenge. World: Darkworld Riku walked through the darkworld, it'd become a common training routine for him, and when he finished, he returned to the world of light.

WiltedBloom2013

563336

Scootaloo,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Adventure,Kingdom Hearts,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Equestrian Hearts: The Guiding Key

A Nobody Pony needs to find her heart

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<p>Some terms to know.</p><p>Keyblade: A weapon capable of freeing hearts from Emblem Heartless.</p><p>Nobody: The husk of a person's body after getting its heart stolen.</p><p>Heartless: What a person's heart becomes after either being stolen or falling to darkness.</p><p>Orange Wonder: The main character of this adventure and a Nobody. She's the Invertation version of Scootaloo.</p><p>Black Heart: The main villain of the story and a Heartless. He's the Invertation of Scootaloo.</p><p>The Invertation: A world where all logic is inverted and names are made simple. The main color and then a personality trait.</p><hr/><p>Orange Wonder, a Nodody, was given a chance by Black Heart, her other half, to explore and interfere with other worlds except there's a problem...</p><p>She doesn't have a ship to explore other worlds.</p><p>That won't bite her... will it?</p><p>And hopefully the group of 5 cloaked creatures don't cause trouble as they seem to want to.</p><hr/><p>This chapter takes place after the fake chapter 14 of my Castlevania story so... hope you enjoy this story =)</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T19:04:16+00:00

2024-08-19T19:04:15+00:00

World: Radiant Garden Orange Wonder spent the last five-ish minutes sitting there as Roxas and Mickey spoke about whatever those things were. But Orange Wonder looked to the side and saw... a cloaked figure holding an object... That's a chaos shard, why do they have one as they only exist in Chaos Castle? Orange Wonder thought as the figure started moving towards the outdoors area, Orange Wonder followed them as Roxas and Mickey followed Orange Wonder. The figure stood in the center of the town the chaos shard glowing, "Let my revenge be known. Arise Vengeful Hunter!" The figure said when the chaos shard started floating, Roxas and Mickey had caught up but it was to late. The figure vanished in a portal as the chaos shard transformed into a massive hunter like creature that, if it had a face, would have a face of pure vengefulness on it. "What the heck?! What is that?!" Roxas said as the Vengeful Hunter aimed it's shotgun towards Orange Wonder who dodged to the side. Orange Wonder shakily grabbed her rapier as the Vengeful Hunter did three shots into the air summoning three smaller gunmen... all equipped with Chaos Shards, "No way... Chaos Shards... how did..." Orange Wonder said to herself as Roxas got into battle before immediately being shot down. Orange Wonder drew her rapier and started to attack the Chaos Shooters, as she's calling the gunmen enemies. Each one killed dropped a Chaos Shard which she grabbed before anyone else could be ruined by them. She then moved to attack the Vengeful Hunter, she hit multiple points and made sure to avoid being up close when the gun was about to fire. Mickey was about to go when the Vengeful Hunter dropped to the ground and poofed, leaving just the Chaos Shard which Orange Wonder grabbed. It didn't take long to see a man with silver hair and a mostly grey attire holding a blade himself, "Seems I missed a lot of action," the man said approaching the Nobody filly and stuck a hand out, "Name's Riku, you are?" As Orange Wonder reached out carefully to touch Riku's hand, she gulped, "O-Orange Wonder, a Nobody in search of her heart," Orange Wonder said as Riku nodded. Riku, Roxas, and Mickey had spent lots of time with Orange Wonder. Of course they had questions. "I just wanna know... what the heck is a Chaos Shard?" Roxas asked. "Tough to describe. Hmm... basically they're a rare material from my world as they come from a place that only appears every once in a while called Chaos Castle," Orange Wonder responded. "And what might these be used for?" Riku asked. "Lots of things. Enhancing equipment, enhancing one's self, taking over entire towns. One thing is common about all of those cases, usually the user is corrupted by using or even touching such power. I'm immune due to having no heart," Orange Wonder explained like Purple Smart would have. Purple Smart... "Who was that cloaked figure?" Mickey asked. "I don't know... never met them nor heard their voice. All I can say is that we might encounter... them... again..." Orange Wonder started trailing off at the end. "I could take you to other worlds to search for your heart, if you want me to," Roxas said catching Orange Wonder off guard. Not that she objected. World: None Inside Roxas' Gummi Ship Orange Wonder just waited, Roxas said it'd take a while to get to a world with raising amounts of Heartless, so while she waited, she studied the Chaos Shards she acquired from the battle. How did that figure get hold of you? And more importantly... how were they not corrupted? Were they also a Nobody but that doesn't seem likely as they had a heart... did they have a spell on to be immune to the corruptive effect of the Chaos Shard? That doesn't seem likely either since there isn't a spell to fit that description, in fact the only spell in relation to Chaos Shards is a curse that speeds up the process... so what is the explanation? I wonder if... no, don't mention her again. She's an enemy of my home as Chaos Castle's librarian just as Blue Fast guards the Castle Drop. I miss better days before Chaos Castle started appearing and changing ponies... Orange Wonder kept deep in thought as she studied the Chaos Shards. Despite it not making sense, Orange Wonder shown no signs of disbelief, just wonder. When Orange Wonder placed her Rapier near the Chaos Shard, the two merged turning her Rapier into the rare quality Vengeful Rapier. "Interesting... the Vengeful Rapier and it's counterparts were long thought myths of an era long gone, why did fusing with a random Chaos Shard cause my uncommon quality Rapier to turn into the rare quality Vengeful Rapier?" She asked herself before remembering what the monster that Chaos Shard came from was called... Vengeful Hunter. The Chaos Shard was especially tuned to vengence as an emotion so it carried that into its merge properties. And just in time, Roxas found a world for the two to enter. Orange Wonder looked at the fragment of world visible and grew curious. The world didn't feel familiar nor unfamiliar. It was somewhere inbetween. A large castle was visible from her point of view with signs of being pony-like but not the signs she's used to. Reminds her a bit of White Solar and Navy Lunar's castle, if she's honest. World: Equestria Location: Ponyville Train Station. Orange Wonder found herself standing in a green point of swirling light with a... interesting form. Her coat, normally an orange, was now a vivid green with her mane turning from purple to dull yellow. Her flank still has the Nobody emblem though... Roxas joined her not long afterwards, showing him as a caramel colored pony which his outfit properly resized and his hair perfectly translating to his mane. He had the cutie mark of a key. It wasn't long before Heartless showed their ugly mugs, Shadows and Soldiers raising and giving passerbies a scare. Meanwhile, some more of the charging enemies, Chargers as they were called by Orange Wonder, also appeared. Roxas agreed he should focus on the Heartless while Orange Wonder focused on the Chargers. To say the battle took long would be a lie. It didn't and Orange Wonder realized that Chargers don't leave Chaos Shards behind, "Does that mean that not every type of these enemies will be important to defeat to save everyone since defeating Chargers don't leave behind Chaos Shards?" Orange Wonder said in wonder to which Roxas shrugged. "No idea, Chargers don't seem intentionally hostile but it's still better to be safe than sorry," Roxas said. As the two stepped out into the town proper, they realized just how... innocent it seems. The town didn't look that advanced and yet, asode from the ambush in the train station, there were no signs of Heartless or Chargers in the town. There were Chaos Shard signals though. Orange Wonder started dashing towards a castle that seemed like a crystal tree if anything and wouldn't you know it? Chargers and a new type were seen blocking the entrance as the castle was stormed. The new type seemed more tank-y so Orange Wonder called the tank-y one Tanker. Roxas amd Orange Wonder defeated the Chargers and Tankers with ease. In the castle, it took time but piece by piece they climbed up and found a cloaked filly with claws made of shadow visible, "Now hand meh that gem," she spoke in a country accent before the alicorn who reminded Orange Wonder of Purple Smart rejected the order. "No, I will not, I have more experiments to run and I don't want a filly to ruin my research," She said in an air of knowledge. That was before the cloaked filly pulled out a Chaos Shard, "Shame. Ah was hopin' ta not have ta force ya ta hand it ova," the filly said as she threw the Chaos Shard at Twilight and she was hit by it, causing her to compliently hand the filly the red Ruby, "Now, ah hope ya don't mind fightin' and defeatin' our little watchas," the filly said as she vanished in a bright light. The pony's horn lit and she fired a beam of magic... and that was it. She didn't do anything more. "I don't know what that filly did but I am not going to fight you two, that goes against the very principals of friendship," she said. Tell that to Purple Smart and Blue Fast who wouldn't hesitate to fight you if you refuse to comply to their wishes. Orange Wonder thought to herself as the pony and Roxas got to know each other. Orange Wonder just listened to their conversation.

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Fluttershy,Original Character,Pinkie Pie,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Brave Little Caretaker

If Fluttershy is talking about having managed seven of something at the same time, then surely she has to be talking about a tail-swat of flies, right? ...RIGHT?

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<p>There's nothing like that first day in a new town. Fresh arrivals get to explore. Truly seeing everything for the first time and for this particular newcomer, that means the judgments start coming immediately. After all, if she's going to live here, then it's clearly very important to figure out exactly whom she's going to be looking down upon. And spotting that <i>ridiculous</i> yellow pegasus moving down the streets, happily talking to herself about having gotten 'seven at once'... well, obviously that's going to be Subject Of Ongoing Ridicule #1. Now if our recent arrival can just find the few locals who are actually intelligent enough to appreciate the jokes...</p><p>Don't worry about welcoming the new mare to Ponyville. In fact, let's not even bother with getting her name. She's not going to last that long.</p><br/><p>Now with <a href="https://www.patreon.com/estee?ty=h&amp;alert=1" rel="nofollow">author Patreon</a>, <a href="https://subscribestar.adult/estee" rel="nofollow">SubscribeStar</a> (for the very first time), and <a href="https://ko-fi.com/H2H46PPO" rel="nofollow">Ko-Fi</a> pages.</p><p>Cover art from vector capture by <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/blackgryph0n/art/Fluttershy-Cutie-Mark-204982442" rel="nofollow">BlackGryph0n</a>.</p>

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If the newcomer to Ponyville had known anything about the yellow pegasus, then the most surprising thing would have been catching her in speech. When it came to dealing with other ponies, the pegasus didn't really talk all that much -- and a paradoxical portion of that was because her talent was for communication. Something which, when she was at home, had to be used just about constantly. Her duties tended to leave her completely talked out by around mid-morning. The pegasus had taken up the global sport of Shhhh, largely in the hope that the bulk of those she hosted at the cottage would eventually be willing to indulge in a ten-hour round. And if she did manage to make it into town on a too-hot, overly humid summer morning (which, as far as the fresh arrival was concerned, served as proof towards the rumored incompetence of the local weather coordinator), she would move about in near-total silence. This included the minimal impacts from her hooves against cobblestone. The pegasus didn't really fly all that much, and possessed a means of trotting which suggested that her keratin was desperately trying to apologize to the street for having been such a bother. Those who knew her understood that she didn't really speak all that much. She certainly almost never talked to herself. And yet, as she half-slid her hooves along the road, sentences emerged. Each had a noticeable hesitation at the start, as if the pegasus had needed to scavenge stray decibels from the air before putting them to use -- but they came into the world all the same. "...seven!" the mare softly exclaimed for what appeared to be the benefit of her own ears. "...how did I ever manage to get seven at once...!" And then she very quietly giggled to herself, before moving a little further down the road. After a quick glance at her surroundings to see how many ponies had caught her laughing. Even with the relative lack of volume involved, it was a rather merry sort of giggle. It was the sound produced by a mare who wasn't particularly good at jokes, had finally found a workable one, and was telling it to herself over and over while marveling at the fact that it continued to be funny. If the newcomer had known anything real about the mare, she would have recognized that something was decidedly unusual. But she didn't know anything about the pegasus, because 'anything' was too small of a quantity. The fresh-off-the-train earth pony (who'd been in town for less than an hour, had already checked in at the hotel, and was looking around a little before seeking out a real estate agent) knew everything about her. Because when it came to knowledge, the mare generally understood whatever she'd decided to tell herself and if that was going to be her main source of information, then why stop after a few basic facts? She knew the pegasus. And because she'd told herself that she knew the yellow mare, she'd already decided to loathe her. The new arrival was somewhat smaller than the average for her species, without much in the way of muscle tone. (She'd told herself that physical power was unattractive.) She possessed celadon fur, with a mane and tail of carefully-arranged flowing navy. The arrangements in question took about thirty minutes per morning, and required diagrams so complex as to confound the Empire's stylists. She was also accompanied by a shifting, wriggly, intensely curious mop. That was most of what the locals could determine about the -- creature? -- at first glance. The earth pony had a leash tied around her left front pastern, and the other end eventually led to... well, take a mop. Get rid of the wooden pole entirely, leaving only the business end to conduct operations. Then design that section to possess long golden strands which swept across the cobblestone while digging dust out of the hollows and, incidentally, completely concealing the theoretical existence of limbs. Add a small dark section near the center of what's hopefully the front, kick in a pair of nostrils and two dark spots for eyes, then give the entire arrangement the attention span of a sugar-loaded foal in a toy store. The mop kept straining towards every pony who came within three body lengths, trying to get close enough to offer greetings -- but it didn't take very long before it hit the end of the leash and had to come panting back. The panting usually took a few seconds to get going because the leash had been fastened around what, for lack of a better guess, was probably a neck. And yet it persisted. The mop would try to get its pony's attention, pressing the nose against a foreleg and making little hopeful sounds in a quest for affection. But it was being fully ignored, and so it continued trying to seek approval from those who passed by. Or it might have been trying to put a little more distance between itself and the smell. Those with sensitive snouts tended to find them wrinkling in the mare's presence. The earth pony had a rather complex sort of personal scent. The underlayers suggested a rather cautious level of cleanliness, and an utter lack of sweat indicated a possible allergy to the basic labor ethic -- but on the whole, she smelled like the conflicting contents of a poorly-arranged cosmetics sections. It wasn't a particularly harsh or unpleasant scent: it simply suggested that the mare spent a lot of time trotting through perfume aisles filled with ponies wielding tester sprays and wasn't particularly good at dodging. She wasn't unattractive. But she had a Look, and it was the sort of Look which required WORK. And that was part of why she'd decided to loathe the pegasus. "...seven!" Even quieter now. "...how did that even happen? Seven..." And another giggle. The yellow pegasus had exceptionally well-grained fur. (It hadn't been brushed recently, and a few stray brown strands fell away from her flanks with every hoofstep.) The wings were slightly oversized for her body: just enough to notice, even in the folded state. The soft coral manefall covered a significant portion of her face at just about all times, and the earth pony was hoping for some hideous scarring underneath -- but the scant intermittent breeze shifted enough to show that the hidden portion was just as lovely as the rest. The pegasus possessed a fully-effortless natural beauty. No cosmetics, no structuring, and very little in the way of maintenance. And it was something which held right up until the moment an observer reached that tail. The most reasonable explanation for the tail was that two more mares of matching hues were standing on the far side of the pegasus. Each would be progressively smaller than the mare before, to the point where a single body could conceal all additional presence -- except for the tails, which overlapped into the illusion of a single unit. Oh, and you could add in a filly to account for the portion which was pretty much dragging along the ground. That seemed sensible. The tail's drape could certainly conceal a filly, along with a good portion of the local Town Hall. But then the pegasus would take another hoofstep, nopony else moved with her, and it was all one tail. The earth pony had already decided that the display was somehow obscene, and was planning out a few words on the obvious public benefits of docking. Which was to say, the public would benefit from no longer being exposed to the tail. How the pegasus might have felt about the matter really wasn't a consideration. Her own navy blue tail flicked with annoyance and in doing so, chased off several flies. That was one of the ongoing problems with summer and as such, could probably be blamed on the Weather Bureau as a whole. Flies existed and liked to land on ponies. Some of them bit. Repellents were available, but the odor didn't really cooperate with perfume. The war of Pony Vs. Fly had been going on for the whole of recorded history, and the reason you couldn't read anything before that was because the words had been covered up by stomped-on insects. In the eternal battle of Equine Vs. Bug, ponies had evolved the somewhat effective counter of 'tail'. Flies had a lack of size, speed, that annoying tendency to zigzag ahead of the hit, and what was frequently believed to be some degree of precognition. It was generally agreed that the flies were ahead. "...seven...!" the pegasus mare gently exclaimed to herself, and smiled. (Or rather, the visible portion of her features did. There was no telling what the rest was up to.) And then she looked around again. The lone exposed blue-green eye spotted the earth pony. The presence of a stranger registered, and something about the beautiful features seemed to be closing itself off -- -- but then she saw the mop. The visible eye focused on the leash. Widened. And then the pegasus began to move towards the newcomer: hesitant at first, but then with increasing speed and urgency. The earth pony was still in the middle of telling herself what to do about it when another mare got in the way. The young lilac pegasus had greyish undertones to her coat, an utterly unfashionable mane bow, and was leading a healthy-looking black and white young tomcat via a torso-wrapped feline harness. The pair went directly up to the yellow mare, with the cat happily rubbing against freshly-met fur while the new pegasus spoke in low tones of default irritation. Ponyville's most recent arrival (and soon to be its latest departure) shrugged to herself. Put a number of what she believed to be appropriately-withering comments on hold, flicked her tail again -- two more flies expertly got out of the way -- and turned, resuming her exploration of the town -- -- there was a tiny drag weight making a game attempt to hold back one leg, as the mop eagerly gazed towards the yellow pegasus. Panted, vibrated long strands of golden fur, and strained at the leash. Trying to reach her, until the neck loop threatened to choke. The earth pony mare made a sound of annoyance. Put a little effort into her trot, and dragged the mop along. A sad, worried blue-green gaze looked past the lilac intruder, and reluctantly watched them go. It wasn't a bad bakery: something which had been indicated by the length of the line waiting to get in. The fact that the earth pony had to use said line normally would have been a point against it, but it was her first day in town and nopony knew to let her through yet. Those who still lived in her previous town would have courteously stepped out of the way, because the alternative was to risk having the celadon mare Say Something. The place was owned by what was obviously a married earth pony couple: the mare could occasionally be spotted through the swinging doors which led to the kitchen, while the stallion really shouldn't have been working the counter. If only one of them had to be in public full-time, then it logically needed to be the one whose jawline hadn't been designed to scare foals. Not that all of them were intelligent enough to be frightened, because the first-time customer could hear distant sounds of infants at play: this seemed to be coming through the ceiling. There was also a pink mare. Slightly overweight, with a utterly unregulated riot of curls. The newcomer was already planning to inspect all purchases for what she already knew to be trauma-inducing stray hairs, and had tentative plans to follow up her real estate agent visit through finding an attorney. If the pink mare didn't have the common sense to use dual hair nets while serving customers, then perhaps she could be educated through the instructive medium of Lawsuit. The celadon newcomer waited in the line, which really wasn't moving fast enough. Clockwork fans lazily sliced through thickening summer air, trying to beat it into some form of submission. The mop strained to meet the ponies around her. "No," the recent arrival told it. The mop whined. "No." There were ponies looking at her now. Of course there were. That was what putting in the work in front of multiple mirrors every morning did. Oh, and some of them were looking at the leash, but she'd chosen a fine color for it and understood giving that portion some attention. As with the mop, the color had been the truly important part. She took the time to glare at some of the ponies ahead of her. The mare had initially expected that any truly expensive mop would include the ability to take care of itself -- but ponies needed training. Well, they would learn soon enough... After what was obviously far too much time, she reached the front. The pink mare greeted her with the bright, happy smile of those who had yet to learn their proper place in life. "Three scones," the newcomer said, and followed that by carefully rejecting everything the mare brought her for being too crumbly. The bakery clearly had some degree of standards, but that didn't change the fact that ponies needed training. The pink baker had to be taught, and the first lesson was that the mare would only accept the best. A parade of scones came out of the glass display case, found themselves charged with Insufficient Perfection, and were sentenced back into confinement. The pink baker's smile was starting to look a little thin. The local carefully reared up on her hind legs. Planted her forehooves on the case, and carefully looked down at the mop. "I really like your..." She hesitated. Stared down at the mop, visibly weighed the lack of evidence, and finally piled it all up on an invisible altar for sacrifice to The God Of Improbable Answers. "...dog?" The mop, openly thrilled to be both acknowledged and identified, emitted a happy species-confirming bark. "No," the celadon pony stated. The mop softly whined, then sunk a little closer to the bakery floor. Tiny dark pools of eyes miserably closed. The baker stared down. The far edges of the smile briefly twisted, tried to flip, and then righted themselves. Curiously, "What's your pet's name?" "Accessory," the newcomer said. Another hesitation, and a low murmur began to arise from the ponies who were still waiting in line. "I'd say that was an unusual name," the pink baker decided, "but just look at what some ponies are trotting around with! I met a pony named Hoity Toity once. Well, I sort of met him. I was wearing a dress and he was looking at it, so maybe he really just met the dress. But he did like the dress, so maybe I'll get a head start if I ever see him again." The smile brightened a little. "Hi, Accessory! Does your pony let you have treats? Because we always try to keep a few things around in case a nice little -- dog -- comes in --" "-- it's not a name," the new arrival harshly cut the baker off. "It's a description. She is not a pet. She is a fashion accessory. She was chosen to complement my look. Do you go around naming your saddlebags?" The baker went quiet. The celadon mare liked that. It showed that the baker was already learning her place -- although the increasing murmur from behind suggested that the crowd had found the sudden silence to be unusual. The newcomer flicked her tail with annoyance. A unicorn stallion got his snout smacked -- which was his fault for standing too close, of course -- and four flies scattered. One of them got a little too close to the minor spells which protected the display cases and wound up making a break for the door, trailing a thin line of smoke all the way. She wondered whether the bakeries in the capital started the protections at the entrance. This place was clearly working with a lower budget. Of course, going to Canterlot would raise the quality of so many things in her life, but she could always take the train when she wanted to truly shop. Especially when she needed clothing. She'd passed a dress store earlier, and instantly rejected it without bothering to go inside. After all, what kind of 'quality' dress shop would ever place itself here? But she was still committed to Ponyville. It was easier to play at being wealthy when you were living in a place which cost less money. Another scone was offered up. The fresh arrival eventually decided to accept the fifth one after it. A bakery. When it came to centers of gossip, a bakery was as good as a bar. The overweight pony probably knew a lot of things about the town and its residents. And the new mare had to establish herself... "I saw this yellow pegasus earlier," the celadon mare casually mentioned. "Female. Coral mane." Artfully paused. "And... tail." "Did she spot you?" the baker immediately asked. "Because she'll want to meet your --" Another hesitation. "-- well, even... 'accessories' need care." Very carefully, "And love --" "She was talking to herself," the newcomer added. "That's odd," the baker conceded. "She usually doesn't do that." With open concern, "Did you happen to hear what she was saying?" "Something about having gotten seven at once." "Oh," the baker considered. "Seven what?" "She didn't say." "I'll have to check on her," the overweight mare decided. "Thank you for telling --" "-- I thought it was flies," the celadon mare announced to the world. "Since the whole town is obviously having something of a problem with them right now." "Summer," the baker sighed. "What can you do? Also, did you happen to see where she was going?" "But she obviously didn't flick her tail and take out flies." The baker stopped. With open caution, "And you think that because...?" The newcomer didn't think. She knew. "Because have you seen her tail?" the celadon mare laughed. "If she'd gotten that thing moving, then flies wouldn't exist! The entire species, extincted in one go!" The laughter got louder. The newcomer appreciated a good jest, and she just happened to be the funniest pony she knew. "Which would finally give that thing a purpose, wouldn't it? A reason to exist, at least until the mosquitoes were taken out. And then she could go in for the docking. But she'll never take out any flies, because that would mean having to flick her tail. And that's going to mean lifting it. She can't even get that pointless mass all the way off the ground!" The sheer volume of murmuring was becoming very annoying. "I think," the baker very carefully said, "you need to take a few seconds and listen --" "I should probably apologize to your weather coordinator," the celadon mare snickered. "Partially, anyway." "Why?" the baker quickly asked. "This place has a reputation for not being quite on schedule," the newcomer merrily says. "Which is her fault. Everypony says so. But I've heard that there's also a problem with unregulated breezes. And you'd think that was the weather coordinator screwing up again, but it's obviously that other pegasus. Because any time she tries to put that idiotic tail into motion, it's going to kick up a breeze. Maybe even a hurricane!" With a happy laugh, "For the sake of the town, somepony has to stop her before she tries to sway it again!" The murmuring stopped. Just about all of the sound had stopped. Ponies weren't talking. Nopony was really moving. The fans turned. Ponies breathed. And the baker's blue eyes slightly, subtly narrowed. "You're new here," the overweight mare slowly said. "I'd remember." The fresh arrival favored that with a nod. Bakers did learn to recognize their regulars, at least if they wanted to have any. This one could potentially be trained in a matter of moons. "I just came in this morning," she smiled. "There's a lot of rumors about this being an -- interesting sort of town. With all sorts of things happening." A place which just needed a mare who knew how to look for the angles in such events. Who could start making things work for her, especially when the herd was just so easy to manipulate. (Everypony who'd recommended that she move here had assured her that it was a very interesting place. Several dozen ponies had been certain about the 'interesting' part. Actual details had been somewhat scant.) She thought about establishing her own little social realm right under the snout of the Princesses, and her smile got wider. "Is there something they do around here for new arrivals?" the celadon mare laughed, and then kicked in an extra fully ridiculous joke for the too-silent audience. "I don't suppose you're in the mood to kick me up a welcoming party?" Something happened. The curls of the baker's tail twitched. Then they compressed, collapsing in on the dock, tightening as they went. It only took a single breath before there really didn't seem to be a true tail at all. The pink hairs were so tightly wrapped as to leave the impression of a single dangling extension coming off the spine. At the same time, the ears shifted. The edges curled in on themselves, losing the apex points which were so common among ponies. The end results came far too close to the skull, and featured fully rounded borders. The newcomer had just enough time to wonder if there was some sort of optical illusion in play before it all sprang back to normal. And then she wasn't sure it had happened at all. "...no," the baker slowly said. "No. I... don't think I will. There really isn't going to be any need, is there?" Which was, in some ways, the proper response. Who went around hosting parties for total strangers? It just didn't account for why the ponies behind the fresh arrival were now making the sort of sounds which implied they'd just seen a manticore rising up from behind the croissants. The baker planted her forehooves a little more firmly atop the case, then looked down again. Beamed. "But I know I'm going to be seeing you around, Accessory! When things are better." The elevated shoulders tossed off a casual shrug. "So. Is this scone okay, or...?" The scones were actually quite pleasant, although the fresh arrival couldn't just say so. In her fully-expert opinion, ponies were best trained through negative reinforcement. Enjoying her meal by one of the town's fountains allowed her to be reminded that you could say the same thing about living accessories. The mobile mop was meant to be brushed, cleaned, expertly groomed, and shown off. Things like 'allowing random ponies to make cooing sounds at her' and 'petting that golden fur after I spent an hour in styling it' were clearly right out. She didn't know what the one colt who'd wanted to play fetch had been thinking, and quickly concluded that he hadn't been thinking at all. The accessory repeatedly strained to reach those who paid attention, and that was annoying. Proper color coordination required proximity. Also, the soft sounds of canine choking were rapidly becoming irritating. Why did there have to be so many ponies passing by, and why was her accessory eager to meet them all? You had to meet the right ponies, whoever those were around here. Maybe that even included the mysterious so-called 'Bearers' -- but the new arrival suspected there really wasn't much point to that. What little she'd heard about them suggested a level of incompetence which didn't so much border on the total as jump the boundary and establish the new nation of Stupid on the other side. It had supposedly taken a thousand years for Princess Luna to come back. What kind of heroes needed a millennium to rescue somepony? Her tail idly flicked. Flies were known to skim over the surface of water. Others had perched on the stone, but they were mostly around the sides. More ponies went by the fountain. The accessory kept trying to meet them, and briefly lost oxygen accordingly. The celadon mare initially considered the punishment to fit the crime -- but then decided to add a little more discipline once they got back to the hotel. Some negativity was best inflicted in private. Then there were still more ponies going by. They... were moving rather quickly. Some were outright galloping, while pegasi pushed their wings to the point where froth flew from feathers. The new arrival frowned. She'd looked at the train station's notice board after disembarking. She was sure there hadn't been anything about a race. Then the screaming began. And before she could move from the fountain's rim, the bears came into view. For those who hadn't fled the area -- which meant the celadon mare -- educational opportunities abounded. And with the newcomer fully paralyzed by fear, unable to shift away from the fountain's rim... class was officially in session. For starters, there was the leg motion. Ponies moved their legs in pairs: for a typical trot, that was left fore and right hind, then right fore and left hind. Diagonal connections. Bears mercilessly advanced through shifting the left-side pair, then the right. Repeat as necessary until everything in the area dies. Then you had the anatomy. She hadn't been aware that bear tails basically existed as dangling extensions of the spine, with very little fur across the short length. There had certainly been no opportunity in her life to see how rounded the ears were. However, if you were in the vicinity of the ears, then you were altogether too close to the mouth. And the teeth. The growling had presumably started somewhere behind the teeth, and emerged with something close to a collective harmony. It could be said that they weren't all that large, because the vast majority of ponies weren't very big and these bears were only somewhat past that size. They were bears which had recently exited the cub stage, and that felt like a bad thing. Because tiny bear cubs tumbled and mock-growled and played with each other in a manner which, much like kittens, could only be described as utterly adorable. And then they got older. And, exactly like kittens, you realized that animals played as a way of training themselves for adult life, and every last tenth-bit of cuteness had produced by a predator who'd been figuring out how to hunt. Her accessory was straining at the end of the leash, and the little choking sounds were being interrupted by -- growls. It was... trying to defend the mare. Challenging the bears. When they got back to the hotel, there was going to be a lot of discipline. She disciplined her accessory whenever it barked, because fashion had to be seen and not heard. A living mophead which weighed in at about a tenth of a bale was openly defying nine bears. And in doing so, had succeeded in nothing more than offering a sonic indicator of where the prey was. The bears collectively turned. Mostly-brown fur shook itself out. And then they advanced. She couldn't move. She couldn't move. She couldn't -- -- and the yellow pegasus landed between the newcomer and the ursines, as a coral mane flipped backwards and two blue-green eyes fiercely focused on imminent death. "...no," the pegasus softly said. Seven of the bears spontaneously sat down in the middle of the street. Thin tails awkwardly jammed against cobblestone. And they didn't move. It didn't make sense. They had the numbers. The strength. The teeth. The pegasus was nothing. Even a full whip of the ridiculous tail across an ursine snout would do no more than lightly bruise. All they had to do for their victory was -- anything. But seven of them now had hindquarters glued to rock. Unfortunately, there had been nine. The remaining two took a paired step forward. Growling. The pegasus growled right back. It was a rather understated sort of growl. For starters, it was being produced by a pony throat, and that meant the harmonics were off. There was also something of a built-in hesitation in the opening notes, and the way the pegasus was adjusting her body posture to be a little more bearlike probably wasn't helping. But it had still been a growl. Two bears paused. Blue-green eyes narrowed. And then there was nine bears sitting in the street. "...really?" the pegasus softly inquired. "That's what you all decided? I dealt with seven of you, so the number had to be higher? A double-full sleuth already, and it had to go get reinforcements..." The first seven bears to sit were now lightly vibrating in place. Brown strands of fur drifted to the street. "...oh," the pegasus carefully added, and those words seemed to drift backwards, cutting through the accessory's growling and making the mop fall oddly silent. "A group of three or more bears is called a sleuth. Most ponies don't know that. But they don't really need to." The paralyzed mare tried to speak. To criticize. To say something about the tail, because it was right there. Nothing came out. "...I told you," the pegasus quietly resumed, addressing the bears again as a relative lack of decibels somehow seemed to fill the entire town. "I know you're just starting to grow up. Striking out on your own, seeing what you can do. But you don't get to do it here. I turned you around this morning, when I spotted you near the cottage -- but like so many adolescents, any lesson only sticks for as long as I'm looking at you, is that it?" There were still six bears shaking. But one of them tried to stand up -- "I'm still looking." -- and sat down again. "...I could bring in Harry," the pegasus lightly suggested. "If you want to speak with an adult. Someone with a little more experience in -- other forms of discipline..." The ursine tremble count instantly reached nine. "...but we can leave him out of it, because it's probably easier for all of you if it's just me. Bringing in someone else isn't necessary, now is it?" she softly asked. "Because I can see you. All of you, all nine when it was seven before this and bringing it to nine still isn't doing anything for the sleuth. There's no weight of numbers here, no way the sleuth can solve the mystery of what they can do in town. Because you're going to leave Ponyville. You won't come back. And I didn't give you the full treatment the first time, because I thought you might learn. But you went for reinforcements. So... since you're all here, right in front of me..." It was hard to tell exactly what she did next, especially from a slightly-angled rear view. As far as the fresh arrival could tell, the pegasus narrowed her eyes. And that was all. There were many interesting facts which could be potentially be learned about bears. For starters, some of them were capable of running at speeds which just about matched that of a pony. Not for long, but... it meant that a unicorn or earth pony who decided to solve a bear problem by running away from it would need to reach that solution rather quickly. And not look back towards the crashing sounds, because there was a good chance something would be gaining on them. If the need was there, a bear could move at a surprising pace. Nine adolescent ursines collectively fleeing for their lives were effectively their own Games team, and quickly brought home first place. Or rather, decided to bring first place home. With 'home' being 'wherever the yellow pegasus isn't'. Eventually, the sounds of desperate retreat faded away. The yellow pegasus slowly nodded. "...nine," she said to herself in quiet amazement, and then giggled. "Nine at the same time..." Then there was a more abrupt head motion, and half of the mane flipped forward to cover the left side of her face. One more little nod, and then -- -- she turned. She was looking directly at the fresh arrival, or at least the one visible eye was. At the accessory. "...are both of you okay?" The mop made a happy sort of sound. The celadon mare's tongue wasn't responding. "...I saw you earlier," the pegasus said as those yellow legs slowly, steadily advanced towards fountain and mare. "I wanted to speak with you." Hesitated. "Um. Both of you again. But right now --" a little head tilt towards the mop "-- mostly your pony." Another pause, and then she resumed the inexorable crossing of insufficiently-protective distance. "It's about the leash. That's the worst kind you could ever put on a dog. It's -- choking her. She could even wind up with spinal damage." Gently, "But maybe this is your first companion, and you didn't know how to pick out a harness. Um. If you're not busy, I could go with you to the pet supply store and --" The mare's mouth refused to work. Vocal chords locked up. A mind which had a primary skill of telling itself what the world was supposed to be... didn't appear to have an opinion. The legs made the most sensible decision of the mare's life and took over. She stood up. The left front limb spontaneously shook, and kept shaking until the pony end of the leash dropped away. When fleeing from a madhouse, it was crucial to not have a tiny drag weight holding back one leg. And then the yellow pegasus was staring after a hard-flicking, navy blue tail as its owner sped down the street at full gallop. Running towards the hotel and, shortly after that, the train. Never to return. Fluttershy blinked. "...oh," she softly said. "Um..." The mop risked a little bark. This was followed by curling up against itself, as if it was waiting to be told 'No.' "...it's okay," Fluttershy smiled. "It's almost always okay if you want to talk. Unless I'm really tired, and then it's a good time to play Shhhh." Her right forehoof gently stroked long golden fur. "I'm going to call you... Ms. Moppet. Because your pony didn't tell me your name. Um." Awkwardly, "If you still... have a pony. But we'll go look for her together. And if she -- left, then I'll find you a new home." With a tiny sigh, "Leaving a companion behind. Really?" And that was followed by an aggravated shake of her head: one which threatened to expose both eyes again. "Maybe she doesn't even deserve you. But I'll at least give her a chance to explain. And if that doesn't happen, you can come to the cottage. I swear, Ms. Moppet, some of these scaredy-ponies --" There was a buzzing sound. Two insects landed on the yellow back. "-- flies! Somepony get them off me!" The tail went into a mighty lash: the insects, who were making themselves comfortable around the center of Fluttershy's spine, didn't deign to notice. Flies generally didn't. "Get some water! A swatter! Find Snails and tell him to tell them to stop! Flies, flies, somepony help me, there's more of them over the water and they're all going to come for me and it's flies...!" Her tail kept lashing. And at one point, it connected with the side of the fountain, taking out seven insects with a single blow. Not that she ever noticed.

the starchaser

563342

Fluttershy (EqG),Midnight Sparkle,Princess Celestia,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Human,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Forgotten

Sunset’s entire high school life, including her time as an advanced pupil under Princess Celestia, all erased. The human M6 are left with fragmented memories as well, the only one who knew to destroy the Memory Stone has forgotten about it all.

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<p>Sunset's memories of high school were erased. Not just Mane 6, Canterlot High, but all her memories as a higher-level pupil of Princess Celestia as well.</p><p>Also, humans don’t destroy weapons, they secure and contain them. Sunset knows to destroy the memory stone as per Princess Twilight’s message.</p><p>Oh wait, knew.</p><p>The human mane 6 don't remember much either. Their memories are fragmented. It was Princess Twilight, then Sunset, who united them. It was the magic ponies who knew how to deal with magic threats. Not humans with magic.</p><p>What a pickle.</p>

teen

2024-08-13T18:24:48+00:00

2024-08-19T22:46:16+00:00

Wallflower Blush stood defiantly in front of Sunset Shimmer, her face a mask of anger and betrayal. The Memory Stone gleamed ominously in her hand as she pulled it from her backpack. “I wanted to teach you a lesson by erasing your friends’ good memories of you—” Wallflower declared, holding the stone aloft, “—but obviously that didn’t work.” The six girls standing behind Sunset exchanged confused glances, their faces reflecting a mix of horror and bewilderment. Though they could see the malice in Wallflower’s eyes, only Sunset understood the full depth of the threat. Her dread rose as she watched Wallflower pace, understanding the threat that loomed over them. “What if I erased all their memories of high school?” Wallflower continued, her voice dripping with malice. Sunset’s eyes widened in panic. “You can’t! You’d be stealing their memories of each other!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. Wallflower’s gaze hardened as she replied, “They’ll think of each other the way you think of me — which is not at all!” With a swift motion, Wallflower thrust the Memory Stone toward them, a beam of lurid green light slicing through the air. Time seemed to slow as Sunset’s instincts took over, and she hurled herself into the path of the beam with a desperate cry. “NOOOOOO!!” The force of the magic hit her like a physical blow, knocking the air from her lungs and sending her crashing to the ground. Her body glowed with an eerie light as the magic crackled around her, and her friends gasped in unison at the sight. With great effort, Sunset pushed herself up slightly, her voice trembling with conviction. “I ruined their friendship once before. I’d rather give up my own memories than let it happen again!” As the others continued to watch, the energy surrounding her began to fade, but the attack was far from over. A glowing spot appeared on her forehead, and she felt a sharp, excruciating pain as memories began to rip away from her mind. “Fluttershy!” she cried as a yellow ribbon of memories, marked with Fluttershy’s face, was torn from her. She reached out helplessly, her fingers grasping at the air as if she could pull them back. “No!” Her voice broke with anguish as the memories vanished into the Stone. Next came Applejack’s memories, tinted orange and filled with the warmth of their shared moments. “Applejack!” Sunset gasped, her cry edged with suppressed agony. Rarity’s memories followed, a ribbon of white slipping from Sunset’s mind with another cry of pain. Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash watched in horror, unable to move as Pinkie Pie joined them. “Rainbow Dash!” Sunset called, her voice a desperate plea. As she fell to her knees, she glanced back at her friends, the bright pink memories of Pinkie Pie fading from her mind. “Pinkie Pie!” She turned her gaze to Twilight, reaching out with one last, fragile hope. “Twilight… don’t forget me!” Her voice was a raw plea, tinged with desperation and fear as the violet memories of their friendship glowed in between them. Twilight could only stare, aghast, as Sunset choked with horror and helplessness. She watched the last of her memories of Twilight being absorbed by the Stone. Sunset lay half-collapsed on the pavement, her eyes glassy and distant. Strength seeped from her body, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Her mind was a storm of disbelief and agony as Equestrian magic, once familiar and comforting, now tore through her consciousness with a cruel vengeance, tainted with the rage of the magic’s wielder. It felt like home, yet twisted and wrong, its power ravaging her from within. Her mind was a cacophony of screams, a symphony of agony that echoed through the empty corridors of her consciousness. Memories tore away from her with brutal speed, ribbons of her past blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors as Sunset let out a primal wail of loss that reverberated in her very soul. Princess Twilight’s warning about restoring everything before sunset slipped away with her memories, one crucial thought lost in the torrent. As the last of her memories faded into the stone, Sunset felt an overwhelming emptiness settle within her. The magic’s touch, searing with the wielder’s rage, was paradoxically comforting — an echo of home even as it tore everything away. It was a cruel reminder of what she had lost and the last lingering thread of connection to the world she once called home. And then it was gone as well. She collapsed. The girls rushed to her side, horror etched on their faces. Sunset let out a with a quiet sigh as exhaustion consumed her. Twilight clutched her shoulder as they all watched the girl slip into unconsciousness, her strength utterly drained. Silence filled the air, the aftermath of the storm that had torn through Sunset, leaving nothing but echoes and emptiness. Horrified and determined to stop this new villain of the week, Twilight turned to Fluttershy, who gently measured Sunset’s brow and nodded in silent affirmation. With a face set in grim resolve, Twilight focused her energy and wrested the stone from Wallflower’s hand with a magenta glow, her eyes glowing cyan. The stone flew from Wallflower’s grip into Twilight’s waiting hands, its malevolent glow fading. Not stopping there, Twilight glanced at a garden hose nearby, using her power to wrangle it around Wallflower, trapping her like a makeshift lasso. “Just like the cops,” she quipped, adjusting her glasses. The rest of the human girls were shocked at this sudden display of more magic, from their human friend no less. They exchanged glances. Seeing their confusion, Twilight tried to make sense of it all. “Maybe when I touched her, it created a riff where—” She launched into a string of scientific-sounding jargon, words spilling out in a rapid stream. As the other girls exchanged looks of incomprehension, Twilight continued, her excitement growing. She held the stone, a glint appearing in her eyes just as the stone’s glow faded completely. “Maybe I could create a hard drive for memories! That would be so cool,” she trailed off, suddenly noticing the other girls’ confusion. Twilight blushed self-consciously. Her gaze returned to the stone, which seemed to promise untold mysteries. Despite the horrifying things she had just seen, there was a pull, an irresistible urge to know more. “Just another stone to research,” she concluded. Twilight knew she should figure out how to restore their memories. She wanted to help Sunset Shimmer, of course — the mean girl had just saved them from a painful-looking magic memory wipe, for God’s sake! But the scientist in her protested — maybe it could wait. If it involved destroying the stone, she wanted to study it completely first. Rainbow Dash chuckled at her intense expression. “Nerd,” she quipped, earning an elbow from Applejack, who couldn’t help but smirk as well. “Uh, hello, girls? Sunset Shimmer is still unconscious,” Pinkie Pie reminded them, pointing at the collapsed figure on the floor. “I’ve been trying to say that for the past few minutes,” Fluttershy whispered, concern etched on her face as she cradled Sunset’s head in her lap. Rarity knelt beside her, gently brushing the girl’s hair away from her face. “We should get her somewhere safe. She looks absolutely dreadful,” she said, her voice tinged with worry. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pavement, the girls gathered around Sunset. They looked at the mean girl who had just saved them. Her face was set in an expression of discomfort, her body limp and unresponsive, her breathing shallow and uneven. Together, they lifted her with care, their minds heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. The setting sun painted the sky in streaks of orange and purple.

the starchaser

563342

Fluttershy (EqG),Midnight Sparkle,Princess Celestia,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Human,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Forgotten

Sunset’s entire high school life, including her time as an advanced pupil under Princess Celestia, all erased. The human M6 are left with fragmented memories as well, the only one who knew to destroy the Memory Stone has forgotten about it all.

incomplete

<p>Sunset's memories of high school were erased. Not just Mane 6, Canterlot High, but all her memories as a higher-level pupil of Princess Celestia as well.</p><p>Also, humans don’t destroy weapons, they secure and contain them. Sunset knows to destroy the memory stone as per Princess Twilight’s message.</p><p>Oh wait, knew.</p><p>The human mane 6 don't remember much either. Their memories are fragmented. It was Princess Twilight, then Sunset, who united them. It was the magic ponies who knew how to deal with magic threats. Not humans with magic.</p><p>What a pickle.</p>

teen

2024-08-19T22:48:52+00:00

2024-08-19T22:59:32+00:00

Sunset awoke to a ceiling that loomed above her like an unfamiliar sky, her head pounding with the remnants of a deep, unsettling pain. The colors of the walls around her were foreign and oppressive, closing in on her like a trap. Her vision swam as she blinked, trying to make sense of the alien surroundings, but everything felt wrong. Her body was a stranger to her — limbs that felt both familiar and foreign all at once. She tried to move, each action was a struggle against the disorientation clouding her mind. Her skin tingled uncomfortably, as if it were not her own. “Sunset?” a gentle voice cut through the haze, and she turned her head slowly, wincing at the sharp pain that accompanied the motion. A group of strange creatures stood before her, their eyes filled with worry and concern. “What… what are you?” she croaked, her throat dry and raw. Her voice trembled with uncertainty and fear as she stared at the beings in front of her. Their muzzles were small and wrong, lacking the familiar equine shape she expected. With a mounting sense of dread, she lifted her forelimbs, expecting to see hooves. Instead, she found strange, wiggling appendages that mirrored those of the creatures before her. “Oh Celestia!” she gasped, horror flooding her veins as the realization dawned that she looked like them. The girls exchanged worried glances, a silent conversation passing between them. The one who had spoken earlier stepped forward cautiously, her voice soft and careful. “We’re your friends. Don’t you remember us?” she asked, a pair of glasses perched on her nose — the only familiar object in the room. Sunset’s heart raced, panic surging through her veins like a tidal wave. “No… no, this isn’t right. This isn’t Canterlot. Where am I? Princess Celestia? What happened to me?! Somepony help me!” Her voice rose, each word a desperate plea filled with fear. One of the creatures, with a long pink mane and a presence that radiated calmness, moved closer. “It’s okay, Sunset. You’re safe with us. We’ll help you,” she said, her voice a soothing murmur in the chaos. But the sense of wrongness was suffocating, a shadow that clung to her with relentless persistence. Sunset pressed her new hands — no, her hooves, her mind insisted in a panic — against her temples, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of her thoughts. Nothing made sense. The emptiness where her memories should be gnawed at her, a hollow ache that refused to fade. Her heart ached with the fear of abandonment, the belief that she had been cast aside by the one figure she trusted most — Princess Celestia. She pulled away from the creatures, retreating into herself, her eyes wide with terror and confusion. The girl with the pink mane stayed by her side, a steadfast beacon of kindness and patience. Her presence was a lifeline, a fragile thread of hope in the overwhelming darkness. “You’re not alone,” she whispered, her voice a gentle promise. “We’re here for you.” Yet, even as the girl’s words wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, Sunset felt the walls of reality closing in, her world spinning out of control. The panic clawed at her insides, leaving her raw and exposed, as if the very fabric of her existence was unraveling. Her friends — or so they told her, Sunset thought — tried to explain, their words a jumbled mess of confusion and reassurance. “We don’t remember our friendship, but we are your friends,” they promised, their voices strained with sincerity. “Our friendship got erased by Equestrian magic.” Equestrian magic. The words echoed in Sunset’s mind, a cruel reminder of the home she couldn’t return to. How could her world’s magic do such a thing? Moreover, who could she trust in a world where everything felt so wrong? Their faces were unfamiliar, their voices hollow echoes of a friendship she couldn’t remember. Her heart ached with the weight of doubt and mistrust. The only memories these girls had of her were apparently tainted by her past mistakes, and the tenuous bond they tried to form felt fragile and insubstantial. As the days passed, Sunset felt helpless as the girls began to drift away, their attempts to reach out thwarted by the lack of shared memories. Without the foundation of their friendship, the connections they tried to rebuild crumbled beneath the weight of uncertainty. Except for the girl with the long pink mane, who remained by her side with unwavering kindness. Fluttershy, they called her, though Sunset didn’t know the name, only the calmness that radiated from her presence. Deep down, she seemed to understand that Sunset was just a filly lost and scared in a world that made no sense. There’s also a blue maned girl, Sunset reflected into the bowl of soup Fluttershy gave her. She stirred it with a spoon, recalling. The blue-maned girl had arrived at her door the other day, introducing herself with an air of bravado. “I am the Great and Powerful Trixie!” she declared, though her voice wavered with a vulnerability that contradicted her title. Despite the bold entrance, Trixie didn’t seem so powerful as she broke down in tears, weeping over the friend she had apparently just made that night. “You don’t remember, but I was with you that last night before you lost all your memories,” Trixie said, her voice cracking with emotion. “We became friends after the whole ‘forgetting you’re not a meanie’ business. I thought I had finally made a good friend in you.” Trixie wiped her eyes and continued, her tone softer, sadder. “It’s hard, you know? To find someone who gets you. I thought you were that person, but now… it’s like you’re gone, too.” She paused, searching Sunset’s eyes for any sign of recognition, but found none. Trixie took a deep breath, her voice softening. “I know you’re scared and don’t remember who you’re supposed to be anymore, or even Trixie,” she said gently. “But the Great and Powerful Trixie will still be your friend, if you’ll have her, okay? Even if you don’t remember, I’ll remember for both of us. I just wanted you to know that.” Sunset looked at Trixie, sensing a kindred spirit despite the fog in her mind. She nodded slowly, grateful for the understanding and support, even if she couldn’t fully grasp it. Sunset’s thoughts swirled in a chaotic storm of what-ifs and maybes. Who was she now, without her memories? How could she trust these strangers who claimed to be her friends, when she didn’t even recognize her own reflection? And yet, despite everything, a small part of her wanted to believe in the connection Trixie had described. If there had been a bond between them once, maybe, just maybe, it could be rebuilt. But for now, all Sunset could do was sit in the quiet aftermath of her shattered world, hoping that somehow, she might find a way to piece it back together.

snoipah

563343

Diamond Tiara,Scootaloo,Silver Spoon,Trixie,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Falling with Style

Scootaloo is incredibly fed up and annoyed at being called a Chicken, so she makes a bet with her bullies; by the end of the day, she's determined to fly!

complete

<p>[COMMISSIONED BY <a href="/user/176221/The+wandering+commenter" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#26A4AF">The Wandering Commenter!</span></a>]</p><p>In a series of silly events, Our Hero has grown tired of her name being dragged into the mud; so much so that she makes a bet that she probably shouldn't have with some ponies she <i>definitely</i> shouldn't have. She has until the end of the day to either learn to fly, or risk having her ego even further bruised than it already is. Like a baby bird, she might crash land a thousand times before she learns to fly; and thankfully as a Pegasus, her bones are also made of rubber and nearly-indestructible, except in the most comically strenuous circumstances.</p><p>At the same time, a certain Great and Powerful mare has found herself in a dire situation; her normal stage help is unavailable for the weekend show. While Trixie no longer has Snips and Snails, she <i>does</i> own a whole repertoire of launching apparatus' behind her trailer to give Scootaloo an idea. Between an array of cannons, catapults, slingshots, and a leashed manticore, there had to be <i>plenty</i> of ways to get her the airtime she needed to stretch her wings and soar!</p><p>Surely, there's no way this can backfire!</p><p>FIC CONTAINS: References to weed use, light suggestive humor, cartoon violence, Grand Theft Ice Cream, and comical scootabuse. Not sponsored or endorsed by KFC.<br/>I'm open for commissions! Please check the Ko-Fi in my profile description for details.</p>

everyone

2024-08-13T18:52:38+00:00

2024-08-14T04:23:06+00:00

Creak, Creak! Creak, Creak! Creak, Creak! The sound of the wooden-framed playground swing reverberated like clockwork across the dew-draped schoolyard playground, where only a few of the single-room classrooms students decided to haunt this Saturday morning. A herd of rowdy colts chased at eachother aimlessly as a small group of foals worked on a three-poster board for a science project; all the while, Scootaloo was focusing on her breathing as she tried to get the most height she could out of a single swing. ‘A baby bird might faceplant into the mud 1000 times before raising itself with a single flap.’ Scootaloo thought to herself, inhaling when she swung backwards, exhaling when she swung forwards. The wind combing through her fur in both directions felt right, those precious few seconds of wind in her wings the purest joy the young pegasus could feel in life. She whispered to herself- “Pegasi rule the sky! Until I get my Cutie Mark, the clouds are my destiny!” She affirmed herself, leaning back as she reached the back-facing apex of her swing. Leaning forward, the swing creaked as she stuck her wings out in preparation to let go. “NOW!” She flapped her wings with all her might, arching her back in the air and unable to keep from clenching her eyes shut. She thought to herself with a grin- ‘I-I’m doing it! I’m doing-’ THUNK! Creak, Creak! Creak, Creak! Creak, Creak! With her face planted firmly in the dewey grass, she lay flat and soundlessly in front of the still-creaking swingset, barely having made it a few feet. Planting her forehooves down at her sides, she had to push to peel her face off the dirty ground. “Ptoo!” She spit out a few blades of grass she’d accidently closed her mouth on, rubbing the dirt off her face and shaking her head to splash droplets of dew around. Like clockwork, she felt her hooves all around her cheeks and face, applying pressure in various key spots. “No bruising. That’s nice, at least.” ‘Count your blessings, Scoots. Count your-’ “Kya-hahahahaaaa!” “Snrk, Bahhaaahhaaa!” ‘Slight correction- bruised ego.’ She thought to herself, hearing the bratty laughter which became a staple of her nightmares ringing out from behind her. “Come on- can’t I have one day?” She asked, more annoyed than humiliated as she stood up, turning around to meet their smug grins with a flat expression. “What’ll it be today? Blank flank, or chicken?” Diamond Tiara scoffed at her, Silver Spoon huffing and crossing her arms immediately after. “Blank-flank, please-” DT said snarkily, swiping her hoof dismissively- “And considering the fact that you still can’t fly, I’m gonna call you chicken, too.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes, standing tall even as her bully took a step forward, jabbing a hoof forward and hovering it over her chest; glaring at eachother, DT growled- “But seeing that you won’t step back- I can’t call you chicken for that. That was a compliment, by the way.” Scoots could only chuckle with a slight shake of her head and a grin. “Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are grounded this weekend, Tiara.” she said, pointing her hoof right back at her scowling bully. “If I slapped you silly in front of them, they’d run right to Cheerilee or their sisters; do you think anypony else on this playground would snitch on me?” She asked with a smarmy tone, causing DT to huff with a smirk after a few seconds, neither one of them backing down. “If you were gonna do somethin’ about me, you’d have done it already.” She smirked, pointing her hoof over to Silver Spoon for a hoof-bump. “Where do you get the nerve, thinking you can bluff me?” She half-shrugged- “I can stand here all day, Chickenwing. Your move.” After a few moments, she almost felt a little shocked when the pegasi’s grin didn’t even falter. “You’re right- I won’t hit you today. But maybe it’ll be tomorrow? Or the next day?” Scootaloo shrugged, causing DT to roll her eyes and huff. “Just like what you saw- I’ll probably keep falling off the swings over and over, until the day where I jump off and don’t land on my face.” She affirmed, getting an incredulous look from her bully as she affirmed- “I’ll be soaring through the air on my own two wings… all the while your four hooves stay firmly planted in the ground. Who’ll be more like a chicken then, huh?” She crossed her arms defiantly as her bullies considered her words momentarily. The bullies turned to face each other slowly before bursting out into laughter, the two falling over as they clutched their sides. DT snorted and spoke up- “Snrrrrk, did the chicken hit her head so much she forgot what type of bird she was?” Scootaloo huffed indignantly, rolling her eyes and stomping her hoof into the ground. “What’s it gonna take for you two to quit with that stupid insult!?” She asked, giving the pink filly a devious idea. “It hurt at first, but now it’s just annoying!” She scowled at DT as she stood up, locking eyes with a grin as Silver Spoon recollected herself. “Fine. We’ll leave you alone so you can keep slamming your muzzle into the dirt until your face goes flat like a pug.” She said sarcastically, poking Scootaloo in the chest- “But I’ll make you a bet; you won’t be able to learn to fly before sundown today.” the pegasus blinked in confusion, rolling her eyes until what DT said next made her heart skip a beat. “If you don’t, Silver Spoon and I are gonna tie you down and tar and feather you in front of everypony else in our class.” She leaned in menacingly, whispering in Scootaloo’s ear- “You don’t have a choice, my friend; these are the terms, and you accept them as I set them.” Scootaloo felt a hoof shove her chest, pushing her back onto her flanks as the two fillies slowly walked away laughing. “Come on, Silver Spoon! We have shopping to do!” WIth an indignant huff, Scootaloo stormed off, intent on thinking of a plan of action. Leaving in the opposite direction, she turned her neck back to yell- “If I win, you two shave your manes!” She yelled back, causing them to turn back with expressions of faux-horror. “YEAH! LAUGH IT U-Ouufh!” She slammed into a fencepost the second she turned her head forward, falling into her back with a piece of paper stuck to her face. She responded to her bullie’s amplified laughter with a sigh, peeling the sheet of paper off her face and taking a look at what she literally ran into. Her eyes widened when she realized what she was holding in her hooves, rolling off her back and standing up with a defiant grin. “Perfect!” She yelled as she dashed off, tucking the Help Wanted poster under her wing. — SLAM! “TRIXIEEEE! I’M HERE FOR THE JOB OFFER!” Scootaloo slammed the door to the small wagon-home open, causing its sole resident to pause mid-breath. “Trixie has no clue where this paraphernalia came from, officer!” She said, instinctually hiding her oddly shaped drinking glass which looked exactly like the one Rainbow Dash kept under her coffee table. The unicorn held a hoof to her chest momentarily to calm herself down, turning around and clearing her throat. “Oh, it’s… I don’t know who you are. Ohh, Trixie thought she was done for…” She muttered to herself, readjusting her starry cape and donning her hat on the way to the door. “What can the Great and Powerful Trrrrixieee!!!” She stood proud as she introduced herself, cape flowing in an imaginary wind that made Scootaloo feel mildly impressed. “... do for you today?” She asked, causing the filly to momentarily forget her goal. “Yeah, I gotta ask- what’re those weird drinking glasses for? Rainbow Dash has one, but she won’t tell me!” She asked, causing Trixie to sweat and avert her gaze nervously. “It’s pointlessly tall, and they all have that weird bulb at the bottom with the stick pointing out the side!” Trixie’s stuttering and murmuring made the pegasus remember- she had a task at hand! “Nevermind! You need an assistant before you have to cancel today’s show, and I need help with something; let’s talk terms." The filly leaned against the doorframe with a grin, causing Trixie to chuckle. “Terms? Filly, the hourly rate is at the bottom of the poster. If you want the job, you gotta accept the terms.” Trixie explained with a huff, crossing her arms in defiance. “Come back with a union- then we’ll discuss collective bargaining.” Even as the unicorn went to shut the door, the filly grinned. “Collective bargaining? Honey, your entire pool of willing assistants is standing right here.” Trixie paused, stopping to consider the sassy filly’s words. “I’m the collective, and you’re gonna bargain with me if you don’t feel like being a solo act today; I am the Union.” taken aback, the blue unicorn took a step back and crossed her arms with a huff. “And yes, I have been binge-reading Filly Hayffa disappearance conspiracy theories for the past two weeks. That’s not the point.” Scootaloo finally invited herself in, shutting the door behind her and taking a seat on a wooden milk-crate. Trixie huffed, taking a seat atop the mini-fridge at the end of her bed. “Fine. Trixie agrees- the show must go on. I can tell by your persistence that you must be here with some specific terms?” She asked sarcastically, able to see the fact that her new prospective assistant… was a talentless blank-flank. “Where is your Cutie Mark? You are applying for a skilled job with no resume!” The filly just looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. “Skilled job? Last time I watched one of your snooze-fests, Snips and Snails were your assistants!” She pointed her hoof at the mare, whose response was interrupted by a follow-up question by the filly. “Speaking of which, they didn’t show up to school this week ‘cuz they were in the hospital. You know anything about that?” The mare panicked, blurting out- “N-no, Trixie had nothing to do with that!” She sighed, reasserting eye contact and clacking her hooves together- “Look, just tell me what you’re good at and we’ll go from there!” She pointed back at Scootaloo, who beamed a prideful grin. “I’m good at flying- or rather, trying to fly!” She said, hopping off the milkcrate and spreading her tiny wings. “In other words, I’m good at falling; in other words, I do stunts!” She stepped forward and pointed her hoof authoritatively- “Falling with Style! That’s how I’ll learn to fly; in the meantime, you and I put on a magical stuntshow that’ll keep their hearts pumping!” Impressed by the girl's show of determined gumption, Trixie leaned forward in interest while resting her elbow on her bed frame. “And I want half of the proceeds!” Trixie huffed indignantly, “If Trixie had a drink in her mouth, she would have spat it out!” Crossing her hooves, she outraged at the unflinching filly- “Half!? Are you out of your mind? Filly, I have bills to pay here! And rent, and I’m saving up to buy a ring for Starlight! Not to mention food, water, electricity, we-medicine.” After that slip of the tongue, she pouted and stuck her nose up. “Ten percent, since Trixie will be using her talents to sway and swoon the crowd into giving us their money!” The filly sat down and crossed her arms. “You live in a trailer in unincorporated forestland. Even I know this is technically squatting… or something.” Trixie hung her head, knowing the filly was right. “Do you even pay taxe-” “FINE!” Trixie huffed, “Trixie relents; if those are your terms, we have preparations to make. SPREAD THE WORD!” she declared, hopping off the fridge and striking a heroic pose- “THE SHOW GOES ON… after you sign some things.” She said to the filly, pulling a thick stack of paperwork out of the cabinet she hid the glass thing in. “None of this means anything important, I assure you.” Already, Scootaloo took her pen out of her mane. “Cool. I’m Scootaloo- where do I sign?” The magician snorted, setting the paperwork on the floor and falling back to her flanks, since Trixie didn’t have a table. “No no no, we’re not using that name for you. You need a stage name.” She spoke in a dead-serious tone as Scootaloo took a seat on the floor next to her. “And for the record- it’s The Great and Powerful Trixie. Nothing more, nothing less- the singular Trixie is my necronym.” The filly hummed in realization. “Apologies. I don’t have a stage name. Can you just pick one?” The mare gave the smartass filly a devious grin. “I’m sure I’ll think of one.” Scootaloo nodded obliviously, clicking her pen. — A grand wooden stage stood plum in the middle of a grassy, tree-dotted field on the outskirts of Ponyville. It would be liminal, were it not for the spectacle of magical trumpets blaring over the roaring cheer of the crowd surrounding it as a semicircular mass of ponies. Boom! Crackle! Sparklers were shooting all over the stage, cannons were shooting confetti as Trixie hopped out from behind the wide purple curtain blocking off view from the open-roofed stage behind her. Fireworks shot out from her horn like popping bubblewrap as she posed heroically- “BEHOLD! THE GRRREAT AND POWERFUL TRRRRIXXIEEEE!!!” The cheering intensified, unprepared for the massive serpent which shot out from the curtain, curling all over the stage and causing several screams of terror before it turned back into a fuse-cord. “ILLUSIONIST EXTRAORDINAIRE, EXPERT MAGICIAN AND SHOWMARE, AND HONEST, TAX-PAYING CITIZEN!” She finished her introduction with even louder confetti cannons, courtesy of Pinkie’s-Ferry Party Armory. In the audience, two obese on-duty cops sat in the front row, stuffing their faces with jelly donuts. “What a good, honest citizen.” the stallion with a bushy mustache spoke, turning to his babyfaced partner whilst raising an equally bushy eyebrow and a smirk. “Hey- and she’s a beauty with a Zucchini, if ya know what I mean.” He elbowed his partner, who gave him an odd look. “How’d your wife feel if she knew you were into those mares?” He asked, causing the mustached officer to roll his eyes with a scoff. “Oh, please. She’d go bananas if she found out I was screwing a regular mare, let alone a transmare. Either way, I’d be up shits creek with a carrot for a paddle.” He said, looking back at the stage and hardly paying attention to the mares words. “Besides, transmares are mares too… And trans-stallions, etcetera. It’s confusing, but it’s courtesy and respect, boy.” he said in a warning tone, causing his deputy to straighten his back. “Understood, Sheriff Jellyroll.” He responded on instinct, causing his boss to grin. “So, uh… we’re on park duty tonight, yeah?” he asked, the two sharing a small round of laughter, one after the other. “Wonder if we’ll run into any hobo’s to mess with?” He asked with a grin, unaware of the fact that the mare on the stage resented them silently. “BUT ENOUGH OF MY NEW ROUTINE- INTRODUCING MY less-so AMAZING ASSISTANT, THE FLYING CHICKEN!” Scootaloo groaned at the nickname, regretting the fact that she let Trixie choose. She heard the sound of a fuze lighting before the curtains were drawn, revealing the setup for the first act. The audience gasped, seeing the filly duct-taped to what seemed to be a comically large firework, striped with thick paper in a red-and-white pattern. It pointed at the sky, and the bemused filly wore a white-and-red helmet with a matching cape and a grumpy expression. The crowd simultaneously roared in laughter and gasped, just as Trixie spoke up again- “NOT TO WORRY, FILLIES AND GENTLECOLTS!” She said, reaching into her cape and producing a sheet of paper. “THE FLYING CHICKEN SIGNED A WAIVER! IN THE EYES OF CELESTIA’S LAW, THIS IS LEGAL AND ETHICAL!” She winked at the disgusting pig-officers and made sure they got a good view of the legal form, to their satisfaction and the crowds relieved uproar of cheering. “OUR GODDESS WOULD NEVER LEAD US ASTRAY- PRAISE HER! PRAISE THE SUN!” All lip service to endear herself to the crowd as much as possible, and she couldn’t keep the grin off her face as she sat down and spread her hooves out high. A crowd that likes her tips a lot- and that is exactly what she wanted. Scootaloo waited patiently as the fuze burned down, slowly reaching its destination beneath the rocket's red fins. She glanced into the audience and saw something that made her scowl; Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sat in the front row with unbearably smug grins. While the former sat atop two fluffy white pillows, the other leaned against a large can labeled as Pine-Needleless Tree Sap! The orange filly squinted to read the cans label’s subtext- Not For Poultry Use! “Aw, come on!” She outraged, unable to move her arms as Trixie prattled on. “SHE’LL BE SENT HIGH IN THE AIR-TASKED WITH ESCAPING BEFORE THE ROCKET EXPLODES!” Scootaloo’s eyes popped open in realization, shooting over to view the much closer fuze. “SHE’LL DO THAT AND LAND SAFELY IN THIS-” Trixie’s magic lit up, summoning an inflatable swimming pool. “INFLATABLE CHILDREN'S POOL, UNHARMED AND UNSCATHED! DEAR CROWD, WE ARE PROFESSIONALS!” She asserted as they cheered the stunt on, Scootaloo having second thoughts. “H-hey, Trixie… this-this isn’t actually gonna blow, right?” She asked, causing the mare to look back with a grin. She was sweating bullets, arms strapped firmly to the sides of the rocket. The fuse was no longer touching the ground, and Scootaloo was left hyperventilating, wondering if her heart would stop from how hard it was beating. “FOLKS, EVEN I, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE, FEEL ANXIOUS!” She announced to create suspense, utterly contrasting her heroic pose, backdropped by the smoke of a ginormous firework beginning liftoff. The rocket glowed orange behind her majestically, distracting the crowd from Scootaloo’s terrified screaming. “BUT BELIEVE- BELIEVE IN THE FLYING CHICKEN!” She yelled as it shot out off the stage, flying skyward at an alarming speed and leaving a trail of smoke. Scootaloo sailed up in the air, unsure of what to do as her heart pounded away in her chest. “Big problem, big problem!” The sweat flew off her body from the force, mixing with the duct-tapes adhesive and making it slippery enough to get her arm out. “Come on, come on!” She rooted around her mane with her newly freed hoof, passing through a cloud effortlessly on the way up. “WOAH!” Rainbow Dash yelled, wondering what the heck destroyed the cloud she was napping on. She recovered from her death-spiral quickly, looking around in a confused daze. “Tha hhhhhheck?” She yawn-talked with bags in her eyes, wanting to get to the bottom of this before returning to her nap. She looked down- “Woah- when’d that stage get there?” She scratched her mane, heading down sleepily to investigate. “GOT IT!” Scootaloo yelled, producing a pocket knife she kept in her mane. She flicked the blade open skillfully with a hoof, using it to remove a kernel of corn that was stuck between her molars. “Thah ‘ee ‘ho. Ptoo!” Since that distraction was finally taken care of, she could return to the task at hand- so she closed the knife against the duct tape, tucking it safely back into her mane so she could think. She gasped with a beaming grin- “I GOT IT! MY SWEAT’S DISSOLVING THE TAPE’S GLUE!” She began worming her way out slowly and confidently, preparing to flap her wings and fl- KRAAKK-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Rainbow’s neck shot up just in time to catch the ginormous firework which blew up over her head, wondering exactly why the crowd below her seemed so shocked and horrified. “I really gotta get my eyes looked at.” She mused, squinting to get a closer look at the sooty black dot which seemed to have launched off the firework… “Wait, that dot’s screaming! That’s Scootaloo!” She yelled, flying towards the falling filly fulla’ furious fearlessness. “WHAAAAAAHHH- HEY, RAINBOW DASH!” The soot-colored filly yelled and waved as her idol blew past her, grabbing the air above her head as Scootaloo’s wings flapped madly. “BYE RAINBOW DASH! COME CHECK OUT THE SHOWWWWwwwww…..” The Element of Loyalty scratched the back of her head, confused. “... Dang. Are my eyes that bad?” She asked, oblivious to the silent trepidation amongst the crowd below her hooves; unable to watch the slow-motion trainwreck unfolding before their eyes, many in the crowd held each other in eye-clenched silent terror. SPLAT! “AHHHHH!!” “KYAAAHHHHHHH!!!” “WAH-HA-HAAAAAAA- Hey!” A trio of voices screaming out made the trepid crowd look cautiously, many of them with their mouths left dried out from swallowing spit nervously; but cheers erupted from the herd like a volley of roaring cannonfire, starting with a single ringing of vocal percussion and multiplying exponentially. “THE FLYING CHICKEN HAS LANDED, EVERYPONY!” Trixie yelled at the top of her lungs, turning to wipe the sweat off her brow whilst the crowd was distracted. “Almost a repeat of last weekend, thank goodness…” She muttered to herself, taking a relieved breath when she saw her new assistant being congratulated by the crowd; Whilst Trixie prepared the stage for the next stunt, everypony began quieting down as she climbed off the two fillies she landed on top of. The orange filly stood proudly in her stunt-helmet and cape which flapped in the summer breeze; utterly contrasted by the pink and silver fillies which stood behind her in utter shock and horror, with their pristine coats marred by splotches of sticky golden tree-sap which spilled in the impact and clung to the downy pillow-stuffing like glue. “I’d like to thank Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, especially-” She stepped aside with a smug grin, as the fillies struggled with the sap-and-feathers. “Their tree sap and pillows broke the fall!” DT crossed her hooves with a huff, sitting petulantly on top of a sap-stained pillow case as her best friend/ most loyal follower continued her indignant struggle; the crowd cheered them on as she dragged Silver away with a huff, the orange filly hopping on stage for the real speech as Trixie worked behind the purple curtain. Behind the privacy of her curtain, Trixie smoked a joint with a scowl as she worked on prepping the next act. She initially planned to ignore Scootaloo’s speech- “Maybe I am a chicken- I dunno.” She rambled aimlessly, and Trixie couldn’t help but pique her ear in interest. “But from what I’ve learned in School, chickens were basically T-Rexes like, thousands of years ago or something!” the unicorn mare couldn’t help but snort, trying to hold her laughter back as she puffed away at her lunch-joint. “That’s why if T-Rexes could fly, they’d even cooler- but they can’t!” Trixie had to set her joint aside to keep from choking on the smoke with her chortles. “BUT THAT’S WHY I’M GONNA FLY TODAY, ON THE POWER OF MY OWN TWO WINGS… EVENTUALLY! TO PROVE THAT I’M BETTER THAN A DINOSAUR! WHO’S WITH ME!?” She asked the crowd, met with silence. Trixie rolled her eyes. “Excellent speech, really got the crowd roarin-” Her sentence was cut off by the crowd roaring out in cheers and clapping; eyes wide open in shock, she let out a huff of disbelieved annoyance. “I guess I should be glad this town’s full of lead-poisoned idiots; I wouldn’t have half the crowd otherwise.” She said, washing down the taste of ash with store-bought bottled water. She scoffed- “Lead plumbing; because it worked out for the Romane Empire in the long run… Why do I think about the Romane’s so much?” She asked herself, taking one last hit from her joint before lowering her welding helmet, hoof-painted to resemble her purple-felt starry hat. Psst- what now?” Scoots asked just as Trixie was about to begin welding, causing her to lift her mask while still holding a welding stick in a thick leather glove, suspended in her magic. She turned towards the filly and shrugged before lowering her mask and returning to work. “I need like, a half hour to get this next one ready. Keep the crowd going!” Scootaloo nodded, returning to the stage with an enthusiastic grin. “What’s the deal with tree-sap and pine needles?” Scootaloo yelled out to the crowd, just before the sounds of welding filled Trixie's ears.

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Diamond Tiara,Scootaloo,Silver Spoon,Trixie,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Falling with Style

Scootaloo is incredibly fed up and annoyed at being called a Chicken, so she makes a bet with her bullies; by the end of the day, she's determined to fly!

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<p>[COMMISSIONED BY <a href="/user/176221/The+wandering+commenter" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#26A4AF">The Wandering Commenter!</span></a>]</p><p>In a series of silly events, Our Hero has grown tired of her name being dragged into the mud; so much so that she makes a bet that she probably shouldn't have with some ponies she <i>definitely</i> shouldn't have. She has until the end of the day to either learn to fly, or risk having her ego even further bruised than it already is. Like a baby bird, she might crash land a thousand times before she learns to fly; and thankfully as a Pegasus, her bones are also made of rubber and nearly-indestructible, except in the most comically strenuous circumstances.</p><p>At the same time, a certain Great and Powerful mare has found herself in a dire situation; her normal stage help is unavailable for the weekend show. While Trixie no longer has Snips and Snails, she <i>does</i> own a whole repertoire of launching apparatus' behind her trailer to give Scootaloo an idea. Between an array of cannons, catapults, slingshots, and a leashed manticore, there had to be <i>plenty</i> of ways to get her the airtime she needed to stretch her wings and soar!</p><p>Surely, there's no way this can backfire!</p><p>FIC CONTAINS: References to weed use, light suggestive humor, cartoon violence, Grand Theft Ice Cream, and comical scootabuse. Not sponsored or endorsed by KFC.<br/>I'm open for commissions! Please check the Ko-Fi in my profile description for details.</p>

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Sitting behind the stage curtain, Scootaloo could only lie back in wait for the Big Reveal- yet despite the inherent anxiety of waiting for your preparations to pay off, she felt cool and collected; she looked back at the conversation she had with her hero Rainbow Dash in the interim. — “SCOOTS, she strapped you to a firework!?” She yelled in surprise, causing Scootaloo to nod with gusto. “Friggin’ AWESOME! Want me to stick around in case you fall again?” She asked, and the filly gasped! “YES! I knew I could count on you!” She said, giving Dash a hoofbump as paramedics in the background used mane-clippers to get the tree sap out of her bullie’s fur. Scoots leaned in and whispered- “You’re gonna love the next one- it’s-” — “WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU, FILLIES AND GENTLECOLTS!” The sounds of mechanical whirring and Trixie’s magically-amplified voice snapped her out of her flashback, though the sounds of her bullies' indignant whining towards tree-sap removal still rang like music to her; all the meanwhile the whole stage was being split down the middle using large pistons, pushing up grass at each side of the stage. Scootaloo wondered when the mare stuck a ten-inch crows feather in her hat as she yelled bombastically- “THE FLYING CHICKEN’S TERRIFICALLY TEUTONIC TREBUCHET!” The crowd ooh’d and aww’d at the large trebuchet, built using metal I-beams for a frame. Scootaloo was holding on to the rope sides of the sling made for her, unable to see the sky above the large weightpan she waited patiently beneath. She stopped to ensure her helmet, knee pads, and cape were in place as soon as Trixie pulled the feather our of her hat with a hoof. “THIS FEATHER IS FAR HEAVIER THAN A TON OF BRICKS: INDEED, IT WILL SUFFICE TO MAKE THE CHICKEN FLY!” She said, climbing a wooden ladder that leaned against the solid metal frame. “Wouldn’t a ton of bricks be heavier than a ton of feathers though?” Scootaloo asked, receiving an annoyed side-eye in return. The mare dropped the feather onto the metal bucket that was supposed to be filled with rocks. The machine’s arm lurched slightly in response to this sudden weight being dropped upon it, being stopped by the long metal pipe holding it in place. “WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU!” Trixie yelled suddenly, causing Scootaloo to hold her breath and take one final glance towards Rainbow Dash… where she fell back asleep atop her cloud, well above the roaring crowd. Scootaloo shrugged with a grin, preparing herself to fly! METAL PIPE FALLING SOUND EFFECT CREEEEAAAAAAKK! SWOOOOOSH- AHHHHHHHHHHHH! She screamed at the top of her lungs, tumbling through the sky uncontrollably and feeling nauseous. “Snrk-Huh?” Rainbow Dash was awoken by the sound of a metal pipe crashing down on the stage, making her look around in a daze. Her eyes popped open- “Crap! Which way did she go!?” She muttered to herself frantically, a manic look in her eyes as her head darted in every direction. She finally made eye contact with the trebuchet, gasping in realization at what she was seeing- “That’s like… a slingshot!” She yelled, flying high in the air in the direction she’d assumed Scootaloo went… in the opposite direction. Back to the filly, she was still soaring across Ponyville! “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Not flying, but definitely soaring over Ponyville’s majestic town square whilst the pedestrians minded their own business; when she tumbled over the Carousel Boutique, she was delighted to see- “AHH- RARITY, SWEETIE BELLE! HIIIIII!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, seeing one of her bestest friends in the world and Rarity in the middle of re-tiling their roof; It was unusual to see them both wearing utilitarian overalls and gaudy Personal Protective Equipment… but as Rarity puts it, ‘I can think of something I really wouldn’t want to wear- an eyepatch.’ “SCOOTALOO! HIIIIII!!!!!” Sweetie Belle’s voice cracked as she screamed at the top of her lungs, contrasting Rarity’s silent gasp and look of dread while she slid her goggles to her forehead. “BYYYYEEEE! SEE YA ON MONDAYYY!” She waved her friend hello and goodbye in the same breath, her sister finally rolling her eyes in disgust. “Dear, goodness… that outfit is so tacky!” She groaned and shook her head at the typical generic stuntmare garb. “News flash- Filly Knievel died along with her choice of stuntwear!” She ranted, causing Sweetie Belle to tilt her head in confusion. “At this point, it’s a little disrespectful to shamelessly rip-off even the debased abstractions of her iconic style!” She spoke to no one in particular, sparking the filly’s curiosity. “Woah… Filly Knievel is real?” Rarity turned and gave her the most dumbfounded look she’s ever given anypony. “Like, I thought she was like… I dunno, like Pinnocchio or something! Made up!” She threw her arms out wide to accentuate her point, all the meanwhile her sister was at a loss for words. “I mean, it’s so… I don’t get it! How can anypony break that many bones and just… be okay? Or at least, what I’ve read about her.” Rarity sat down next to her sister calmly, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “You had to have been there to believe it, filly.” She said, gazing out at the half-tiled roof. “I got some movies about her, if you’d want to watch them tonight?” She asked, totally forgetting about Scootaloo as she and her sister shared a cheerful high-five. “As long as you help me with my homework!” Sweetie Belle set her terms firmly, in the middle of a hoof-shake with her sister; Rarity paused momentarily and nodded. “I accept your plea bargain.” She said, resuming the handshake with a grin. “Let’s get this roof done!” She said, making sure all her personal protective equipment was on and secured. “Sweetie Belle! Goggles, don’t think I’ll ever forget to remind you.” She said with a smirk, pressing her nailgun into the roof. Tack-ptoo! Meanwhile, Scootaloo was arching closer and closer to the front-lawn apple trees of Sweet Apple Acres. “AAAAAAHHHHHH!” She yelled, careening closer and closer to the house in a mad tumble; She closed her eyes and threw her hooves over her face as she prepared for the inevitable. CRASH! SPLASH! THUMP, SPLIIiisssshh! She shattered the window and broke her fall in a bucket full of water, tipping it over and breaking her momentum in the relative softness of a clotheshamper. “Scootaloo! Ya tipped mop water into mah laundry basket!” Even before Scootaloo opened her eyes, she recognized the voice of Applebloom, letting out a gasp of delight! “Aww… Ah guess it’s dirty laundry anyway… ya broke mah windah!” She yelled as her friend rose from the pile of dirty pink bowties. “I almost flew!” She yelled as her friend reached into a drawer, tossing a towel her way. As she dried herself off, she asked- “Scale of one-to-ten, how bad was that water?” She asked, feeling somewhat relieved to see a decent amount of soap suds popping on the floor. “Ah just filled it up- perfect timing, too! Ya could’ve gotten bruised bad if ya didn’t hit tha’ water!” She said, hopping on the bed and gesturing her friend to take a seat- “Applejack’s making me mop the floor since I’m grounded but… eh, Ah’ve been procrastinatin’” She said with a shrug as Scootaloo stood up and shook her head- “I can’t stick around long- I got a show to get back to!” She declared… but stopped to think, and felt curious. “Actually, wait-” She said, hopping on the bed for a question. “I’ve been meanin’ to ask- you’ve stayed quiet about my involvement?” She asked, receiving a nod and a friendly grin. “You weren’t at that ice cream truck, plain and simple. No one saw you, I didn’t see you.” Applebloom reaffirmed, causing Scootaloo to chuckle. “I sure as shoot didn’t get a cutie mark out of it, that’s for sure… even though we pulled it off!” Applebloom’s eyes shot wide open at the revelation that they’d gotten away with the heist of this Spring, and Scootaloo went on- “All of it, presumed missing or munched on- stored away in my Aunts freezer… but when you get out, we’re gonna have to set rules to ration it.” Applebloom nodded in total understanding as Scoots continued- “If we go to school every day with ice cream sandwiches and popsicles in our lunch bags, we’re gonna get found; not to mention, my Aunts’ll inevitably take their cut of whatever they please… and I know those ice cream sandwiches won’t last.” The red-haired filly nodded along and said- “Definitely… but maybe we can strike a deal with them? Either way, we’re done discussing that here… I hear her hoofprints.” Was all the warning Scootaloo had before- Knock, Knock, Knock! “Scootaloo, Ah know yer in there!” the fillies heard Applejack on the other side of the door, both hopping off the bed to greet her. “Trixie called- she said you might’ve landed on tha’ farm!” She had a stern look on her face, sitting down and crossing her arms. “And Applebloom, yer supposed to be grounded. That means no friends over, even if they crash through yer windah!” She scolded her sister, who came to Scootaloo’s defense. “But sis! Scoots is a guest in our house, ah can’t jus’ kick her out! It’d be rude and unkind and stuff!” Her retort made her sisters breath hitch in her throat, knowing that her sister was using her own rules against her. “Ah jus’ wanted tah let her know I was alright, and I was just about to explain kindly why she has tah leave!” She at least had to hold up the illusion for squeaky-clean behavior for a while, knowing that the private lawyer Twilight hired for them would take care of the whole situation; as far as anyone in the law was concerned, the foal that robbed the ice cream van was a rogue agent. The two fillies shook hooves before Scootaloo turned towards Applejack- “Say, while I’m here- anypony know what Sweetie Belle is in for?” Applebloom shrugged, hoof-bumping one more time before she began to head out, hearing Applejack chuckling from beside her, unable to see the glare she shot behind her. “I’ll tell you, only as a way of saying be careful.” she said, closing Apple Bloom's door and leading Scootaloo out. “She started a fire in the attic because she was playing with magnifying glasses in the new sunroof-cutouts.” The filly nodded, immediately wanting to try that out to figure out what she meant by that. “Luckily, all the stuff had been moved out for construction- that’s why Sweetie Belle’s helping Rarity re-tile the roof right now.” Scootaloo grinned. “Oh, yeah! I waved at her earlier when I passed by!” She remembered, knowing that Sweetie Belle missed out on the heist. “Hey, any way I can get a ride back? It’s a long walk!” She asked just as Applejack grabbed the keys hanging on the wall. — Sitting in what was essentially a minecart atop a giant wooden rollercoaster hill, Scootaloo began to rethink how badly she really wanted to fly. She was so high up, she couldn’t hear Trixie over the wind in her ears. Whatever she was saying down there was a total guess to the filly… and the mares hasty instructions ensured that whatever her task was was a guess; all she knew was that her signal to go would be the rings of fire lighting up, all lined perfectly with the ramp at the bottom of her descent. They’d go off and set off fireworks and stuff, and Scootaloo knew that it would surely be awesome… but she had no idea which notch to set the brake lever to. “Ten notches… I guess they each equal ten percent…” She muttered to herself, thinking back really hard into her (relatively short so far) academic career and gasping! “Wait! When we did the marble rollercoaster, you had to start it down the hill at like… slow speed, so you don’t fly off!” BOOM! The sound of fireworks going off made her spring into action, readjusting her helmet and grabbing the lever- “Do… two notches.” the cart lurched forward gently at her control… until the cart started to wobble. She panicked, “Heck with it- SPEED AND POWER!” She yelled, releasing the brake so that the wheels could spin freely- “CRAP, THAT’S STEEP!” She looked down too long, ducking into the cart just in time for it to tip forward on the track. CRASH! The tumbling cart barreled through the wooden ramp, leaving a minecart shaped hole on the bottom apex as it punched through like paper. “AHHHHHHHHH!” Her screams confirmed the filly would be alright, and the crowd cheered her on as the cart tumbled along the grass. She could see that most of the crowd was smart enough to make way… except for the two fillies, walking in dresses, carrying cans of pine sap and pillows. “AHHHHHHH!” “YAHA-HAAAAAAAA!” “DARNIT, NOT AGAINNN! NOT THE SAP, NOT THE SAP!” Diamond Tiara yelled, getting coated in tree-sap and feathers as the cart tumbled wildly with the three fillies in the bucket. Next, Silver Spoon rose her voice- “HOW DO WE STOP!?” she yelled, giving Scootaloo an idea; she wasted no time in reaching for the carts brake- CRRRRRK! CREEEEAAAAAAAAAKK! The cart skidded to a halt right-side up in the grass, Scootaloo holding on for dear life as she saw them barreling right into a tree-stump! “AAAHHHHH!!!” “KYAHAHAAAAAA!” The two bullies screamed, having been flung out of the cart together the second the front hit the stump; by then, it had lost enough momentum that Scootaloo could easily hold on as they sailed over her head into the field of… “Ohhh, I should’ve played the lottery today.” She smirked deviously, knowing full well what that funky blue flower did. She watched Diamond Tiara stand up, rubbing her eyes with her hooves frantically. “Diamond Tiara! Have you seen my glasses?” Scootaloo tilted her head in confusion, only putting two-and-two together when ‘Silver Spoon’ Stood up, removing her glasses with a dumbfounded expression. “Over here, Silver Spoon! They landed on my face, somehow!” She said, removing them and surveying the field. “I got-KYAAAAHHH!” the feathered-filly yelled, seeing herself from across a field of Poison Joke. “Huh? What’s the matter?” She asked, blinking in realization as Silver Spoon put her glasses on Diamond Tiara; her eyes shot open in shock, realizing exactly what the poison joke did to them and just staring at eachother in fear- they’d switched minds! “Relax- Just go to Zecora, she’ll take care of it if you can ask her nicely.” Scoots said, returning back to the stage a decent way out of the forest. “Man, good thing we landed on a lumber farm!” She mused while the feathered fillies huffed in indignation.

snoipah

563343

Diamond Tiara,Scootaloo,Silver Spoon,Trixie,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Falling with Style

Scootaloo is incredibly fed up and annoyed at being called a Chicken, so she makes a bet with her bullies; by the end of the day, she's determined to fly!

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<p>[COMMISSIONED BY <a href="/user/176221/The+wandering+commenter" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#26A4AF">The Wandering Commenter!</span></a>]</p><p>In a series of silly events, Our Hero has grown tired of her name being dragged into the mud; so much so that she makes a bet that she probably shouldn't have with some ponies she <i>definitely</i> shouldn't have. She has until the end of the day to either learn to fly, or risk having her ego even further bruised than it already is. Like a baby bird, she might crash land a thousand times before she learns to fly; and thankfully as a Pegasus, her bones are also made of rubber and nearly-indestructible, except in the most comically strenuous circumstances.</p><p>At the same time, a certain Great and Powerful mare has found herself in a dire situation; her normal stage help is unavailable for the weekend show. While Trixie no longer has Snips and Snails, she <i>does</i> own a whole repertoire of launching apparatus' behind her trailer to give Scootaloo an idea. Between an array of cannons, catapults, slingshots, and a leashed manticore, there had to be <i>plenty</i> of ways to get her the airtime she needed to stretch her wings and soar!</p><p>Surely, there's no way this can backfire!</p><p>FIC CONTAINS: References to weed use, light suggestive humor, cartoon violence, Grand Theft Ice Cream, and comical scootabuse. Not sponsored or endorsed by KFC.<br/>I'm open for commissions! Please check the Ko-Fi in my profile description for details.</p>

everyone

2024-08-16T02:11:11+00:00

2024-08-16T02:11:11+00:00

Nestled cozily in the bottom of a long tube, Scootaloo could hear her own breathing reverberating off the tall walls; All the voices outside were muffled from where she was sitting, with the cannon she resided in pointing away from the roaring crowd. The white noise filled her ears, but even as she wiped a bead of sweat off her brow, she looked forward with a determined glare! … and started feeling bored from within the stuffy barrel; she couldn’t help but sigh as she fanned herself half-uselessly with her hoof. “Uhhhggg… what’s taking so long?” She whined to herself, huffing momentarily before thinking screw it, holding onto the walls around her to slowly climb up the long pipe and dinging her helmet against the side occasionally… until she was about halfway out. “Wait, crap- can’t do that.” She remembered her instructions, causing her to slide back down the barrel dejectedly. Trixie’s instructions for Scootaloo were, of course, very specific and detailed; and for the filly, they were too specific and detailed. “Uhhmmm… cannon, stay in…” she muttered silently to herself, hoping that spouting random words will help her remember the complicated plan necessary to pull this final stunt off. “Something, something, low pressure curve if I climb out before the fuse, uhhh…” Scootaloo wasn’t sure what that meant, but she definitely remembered getting told something along those lines sometime earlier; she wiped the sweat off her brow with a huff, continuing her train of thought- “Rings of fire… I fell into a burnin’ ring of fire- DANGIT! Now that’s gonna be stuck in my head all day!” Once again, she found herself trying to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. “Uuugh… Something about a manticore, a box, and a buncha magic crap…” She muttered to herself, trying to make heads-or-tails of what the unicorn was trying to explain to her earlier- “Something something spell matrix, pocket dimensions, uhh…” Conk! Something lightweight was dropped onto her head, reverberating with a hollow sound when it hit her helmet; it was made of paper, and shaped like a bucket… an all-too familiar fast-food bucket from a Griffonian chicken chain, emblazoned proudly as KFC. “AW C’MON!” She yelled out the barrel of the cannon, barely able to read the note hastily written inside the empty chicken bucket that said ‘Wear this over your helmet, we got a brand deal!’ She was about to tear the paper bucket up when she noticed a tiny asterisk next to the hasty note, drawing attention to the text at the bottom which said- ‘Do it or you’re not getting paid- trust me, you don’t want to not get paid after this show.’ “Uuuughh… fine.” She grumbled, sliding the bucket over her helmet… “What was I thinking about earlier?” She asked, once again wiping the sweat off her forehead. “The Matrix, and dimensions in my pocket, uhh…” Fed up with how much she was sweating, she decided that enough was enough. “I need some air, I can’t think in here!” She huffed, resolving to finally begin the descent up the barrel for some fresh oxyg- BOOOOOM! “AAAHHHHHH!” She was soaring over the crowd of cheering ponies like a bullet… because she pretty much was a bullet, being fired out of a comically large cannon; but despite this, the world around her seemed to be going in slow motion as she surveyed the scene in front of her. With the stage so far away with its closed curtain, she barely paid it any mind considering the three literal rings of fire in front of her; the cannon was angled in such a way that it would allow her to sail these hoops in a rising and falling parabolic arc. She blasted through the first hoop in a spot that seemed much lower than dead center; with a singed spot at the end of her tail, she realized she didn’t have enough momentum to make it through the second hoop without crashing. Eyes shooting open, she only had a second to panic as her body straightened out, her wings flapping… differently than normal somehow. She spread them as wide as they would go, flapping them slower and more rhythmically than she normally would and was barely able to lift herself high enough to avoid the flaming ring. “YES!” She yelled, losing control of the flight immediately as she sailed through the last hoop with a look of elation on her face! That is, until the stage's purple curtain opened, revealing a plain wooden box and a leashed manticore with its jaws wide open, standing atop a raised platform. Scootaloo barely heard Trixie yelling something about a manticore moonshot something or other as she clamped her eyes shut, covering them with her hooves as well. CHOMP! ‘UUUUURP!’ “Manticores can burp?” Scootaloo spoke to herself, finding herself unable to move yet floating through space with the muffled sounds of the trepid crowd outside, unable to make out their words whilst distracted by her own thoughts… “Manticores have outer space inside their stomachs?” She heard the sound of a wooden crate bursting open from some unknown direction, unsure if she was facing up or down when she heard the sound of a chicken clucking through a pillowcase; but rather than feeling annoyed at the predictable joke, she felt ecstatic because of the simple fact- “HOLY CRAP, I FLEW! I WAS GONNA SLAM INTO THE HOOP, BUT I SAVED IT! YEAAAHEEAAAAA!” She yelled, unable to turn back to check whether or not a cutie mark might have appeared. — CHOMP! ‘UUUUURP!’ The crowd gasped in utter terror whilst Trixie held onto her hat to jump onto the stage, with streamers of odd-colored magic blasting from her horn like a shotgun firing a swarm of bees. They danced and raced around each other as they split off into groups to fully saturate the wooden crate in faint pink magic that caused the box to literally jump into the air, slamming down with enough force to give anyone nearby a short case of tinnitus as the lid popped off, and the walls all fell outwords like a door off its hinges. “THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE PRESENTS-” She yelled, pointing a hoof at the orange-painted chicken that wore an ensemble that was meant to mimic Scootaloo’s helmet and cape and even a small KFC bucket all shrunken down to chicken-size. “THE FLYING CHICKEN, EVERYPONY!” The crowd looked at the little creature in utter disbelief, waiting for the stuntfilly to give her grand-standing speech… or even just to affirm that she was okay as she looked around with confusion on her face. She pecked the wooden stage and proudly exclaimed- “Bok!” “YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” “WOOOOOOOOO!” THUDUDUDUDUDUDU- The crowd erupted into an utter cacophony of incomprehensible hootin’, hollerin’, and stompin’ their hooves as the filly nodded off the stage and flapped her wings into the cheering masses to crowdsurf away… all the while Trixie looked on in mild jealousy. “They’ve never crowdsurfed Trixie away before…” — Scootaloo sighed, literally staring out into space. “Can you let me out of this manticore now?” She blurted out, only getting a muffled chuckle in response. “You’re not inside the manticore, you’re inside a suspended animation pocket dimension while Trixie counts our earnings.” she explained to the filly plainly, underlined by the clinking of valuable bits. “While the pocket dimension is technically within her mouth, it’d be entirely wrong to say you were eaten by the manticore.” She mused, causing Scootaloo to huff. “I don’t know what most of that means, but what does that have to do with me?” She asked, starting to feel an itch on her flank. “Can’t I just have a check that I can cash or something?” She could only hear Trixie scoffing. “If I go to a bank, they might start questioning my finances, and Trixie does not need that.” She heard the mare muse to herself along with the clinking of bits. “The KFC manager is paying me in coupons for that exact reason.” Of course, that made the filly raise another eyebrow. “Do they even have any pony food on their menu? I’ve never actually been there.” Mainly because she promised herself years ago that she wouldn’t wanna be caught dead within that place. “I’ve tried their mashed potatoes and gravy- it tasted like styrofoam with wallpaper paste.” Trixie actually giggled, and sounded sincere about it. “They don’t actually serve chicken in Equestria- it’s all tofu based, and the manager was a griffon who swore by the taste of their fried tofu bucket.” Scootaloo’s stomach grumbled, reminding her that she skipped lunch and… hopefully not dinner yet; worst case scenario, she had a downstairs freezer chock-full of ill-gotten ice cream at home. “I’ll throw in a couple coupons for you, as a bonus.” The filly rolled her eyes at the mares smug tone. “None of that explained why I have to stay in here, though.” She whined, only receiving silence in response… unless… “It’s Diamond Tiara, isn’t it?” She asked, causing the magician to chuckle. “She’s really upset at you, which is why she paid me a decent chunk of bits to keep you occupied for a while.” It sounded like Trixie shrugged just then- “And because of your 50% cut, I need all the bits I can save up.” Scootaloo sighed. — Clink, Clink, Clink, Clink! The saddlebags full of bits weighed heavily at the small filly’s sides, filled with the crushing weight of gold coins… so she didn’t feel that upset about it. “Who knew the show’d be such a hit?” She spoke to herself as she made the trek across the town with the marvelous purple-orange gradients of the sun-setting sky and grinning whilst taking shortcuts through the shaded alleyways. She barely paid attention to the dirty-red bricks that rose to the sky on either side of her, and definitely didn’t stop to question why two dumpsters would be placed across from each other as she walked right into the chokepoint. “Ah!” Click! She jumped and drew her pocketknife out of her bag just as Silver Spoon made herself known by hopping into her path wearing a dress that covered most of her body and a frilly white wide-brim hat atop her head. Scootaloo pointed the plastic-gripped county fair stiletto knife at the bully with a huff and said- “Back off- these bits are mine, fair and square.” She grinned, slashing her knife in the air uselessly for dramatic effect while Silver just giggled. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this exact scenario in the shower? I’m like, an expert when it comes to dealing with muggings in alleyways!” But all that bravado fell when she heard a chuckle from behind her. “Do you really think we want your… pittance? Picture day’s tomorrow, and you’re the reason they had to cut my fur.” she stated with a growl, wearing a pink three-piece suit with a white felt hat which covered up what was left of her mane from the tree-sap removal, and Scootaloo even noticed a few bald-patches on DT’s cheek. “That knife of yours looks cheap and lame.” Her arch-enemy said as she reached into her suits pocket and pulled out a closed balisong with curved gold grips and held together with platinum pins; Scootaloo’s eyes shot open and she began to sweat a little, paying no mind to the silver filly behind her. Diamond Tiara undid the latch and began skillfully flipping it around and swapping between her hooves as the rhythmic clacking noise they made drew attention to the sharp, curved blade and tossing it in the air before catching it with her right hoof, fully deployed and locked open. “Crap, that knife is better than mine…” Scootaloo muttered, closing the blade of her stiletto and tossing it back into her pocket, raising her hooves in the air and closing her eyes. “Fine, just… make it quick. Do what you gotta do.” She said, hoping that they would take the bait… and unable to resist sneaking a peak, her plan fell apart immediately as she saw Diamond Tiara cutting a feather-stuffed pillow open. “Hang on, I won that bet!” She yelled defiantly, only to receive a glare from DT. “During the Manticore Moon Dive or whatever that trick was called, I managed to raise my altitude all on my own!” She whined as the wind picked up, causing DT’s hat to fly off- but before the filly could catch it, she witnessed just how much of her mane they had to cut off before the hat was pressed back onto her scalp. “Didn’t see it-” Diamond grumbled through grit teeth just as Scootaloo heard the sound of a paint-can lid being opened, along with an obviously piney smell. “Didn’t happen.” She heard the footsteps as Silver approached her from behind with the can and a paintbrush, and blurted out- “Let me take the bag off first. I don’t want any tree-sap on my loot.” She said, casually removing the backpack and accepting her fate… but she wasn’t the least bit upset about it. — ‘I flew today! All by myself, under my own wingpower!’ She’d go on to write in her diary later that night, wearing a hoodie to keep warm because of all the patches of fur that got shaved off. ‘Not only did I make a bunch of cash and KFC coupons working with Trixie on her show, DT and SS both got sapped-and-feathered… by accident, but it was in front of a decent amount of ponies regardless.’ She tapped the pen into her chin and thought of what else to write- ‘Despite the fact that I got the same feather treatment and DT made sure to take plenty of photos to laugh at with the class… but I should be thankful that if I showed up tomorrow wearing nothing but sap and feathers, I probably wouldn’t have to get it taken anyway.’ She giggled to herself, idly stroking her mane with a hoof- ‘Either way, they’ll be showing up to picture day tomorrow with a lot less mane than they woke up with this morning… but you wanna know the kicker?’ Scootaloo giggled to herself with a massive grin on her face. “It’s like what Cheerilee told us- No wearing hats on picture dayyyy!” She sing-songed to herself aloud from the sheer irony of the situation; rather than being upset, she could only laugh at the fact that her bullies would be- “Wait a minute.” She came to the cold realization when she started idly stroking her mane… or what was left of it, and remembering the massive bald spot that went from above her eyebrows to nearly her scalp in such a manner that not even a comb-over could fix. It’s too late to buy a wig, and she doubted the wig store would be open on a sunday and especially not enough time to do it before heading to the photography studio and beating the inevitable line of students that would build up from the picky stallion who owns the place and making sure everypony looks good before sending them off… “My Sunday will be completely gone if I show up too late to beat everypony else… probably why Cheerilee opted to have the photo-op all day tomorrow.” After a grumbling sigh that caused her to lower her head… she gave herself a chuckle. “Screw it- I flew today, and I couldn’t be happier.” She resolved, finishing up her journal entry and shutting the diary. “I hope Rainbow had her contacts in!” She squee’d to herself, having a relieving feeling that told her things could’ve been way, way worse. “Aaaaand… it’s bedtime!” She exclaimed, yanking the chain that turned her bedroom light off and hopped into bed. Fin.

Slippery Slope

563345

Changelings,Fluttershy,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex

Fluttershy's Facade

Fluttershy isn't who she claims she is.

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<p>Fluttershy isn't who she claims she is. Behind closed doors, she likes being other ponies, too! If only she had a say in the matter...</p><hr/><p>This was done as a story caption for an image I requested from nutmegcario45 on FA, and is used with permission!</p><p><b>WARNING: This story has no literary value whatsoever, expect pure smut ahead!</b><br/>Story contains: ponysuits, impersonation</p>

mature

2024-08-13T19:16:20+00:00

2024-08-13T19:16:20+00:00

"Bye, girls! I really had fun today!" With a cheery smile, Fluttershy waved goodbye to her friends and closed her cabin door. "That picnic by the lake was simply delightful!" she whispered to herself. Quickly, she darted to the window and peeked through the blinds, watching as the rest of the Mane Six walked away, still chatting about their days. Fluttershy glanced around her cabin cautiously, making sure none of the animals were there. Perfect. While they were all out at the reservation having their little spa getaway, Fluttershy had the house all to herself. Not a second later, she collapsed to the ground, groaning and rubbing furiously at her stomach. "Fuck," she growled in a low and predatory voice completely unlike that of the soft-mannered mare. "Playing Fluttershy is always such a rush, but damn if it doesn't make me so wet! Can't believe I managed to hide this thing. Another minute and I might have been toast." Just as quickly as the raspy voice had appeared, it was gone. Fluttershy moaned softly in her normal voice, remembering how she had to bite back crude snorts when Pinkie told a joke, and how her heart raced every time Rarity's discerning eyes lingered on her. "You girls almost caught me a couple of times, didn't you?" she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. As she continued rubbing her stomach, something unusual happened. A sizable bulge began to protrude from it, twitching as Fluttershy continued to knead it ferociously. “I really nailed that Fluttershy performance," she giggled. "All those innocent smiles and shy glances… I could have blown my cover on purpose at any moment, and yet, I stayed in character perfectly. Such a good girl." The thrill of reliving the experience made her heart race. Soon, the room was filled with girly moans as Fluttershy rubbed at her bulge. "So fucking good," she gasped. "Saying and doing such naughty things, you dirty little mare." Now, both her dainty hooves were wrapped around the bulge, vigorously pumping it up and down. "Too bad your skin is being used for such a scandalous thing, huh?" She bucked upward, and suddenly her stomach almost seemed to turn a shade darker from a wet material that seemed to seep through it. "I-I'm close. G-gonna cum..." But, just as she seemed to be about to reach climax, with great effort, she tore her hooves away. "No, I can't. Not in this skin. Fluttershy still needs to make an appearance at Rarity's dinner party tomorrow, after all~" She paused for a moment, erotically caressing her sides and waggling her rump. She lifted her tail sensuously, feeling the softness. "You're just too good at making me wet, Fluttershy," she groaned, before finally letting go. With a reluctant gaze, Fluttershy picked herself off the ground. On shaky legs, she navigated to her room and locked the door behind her for extra precaution. Inside, she walked to her closet and with a great tug, pulled the door open. What was on the other side was nothing short of unsettling. There, placed on five mannequin stands were the skins of Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity. Their empty, hollow eyes and mouth holes expressed something between horror and surprise. In the middle, one stand stood empty. "Why hello, my pretties," said Fluttershy. "Glad to see you hanging around." She laughed at her own little joke. "Fortunately for you, ‘Fluttershy’ will get to join your little party for a little while." Then, she reached up around her neck until her hoof seemingly slipped into her skin. Sliding it in even deeper, Fluttershy grunted as she tugged at the fold. With a visceral wet noise, the skin began to shift. Fluttershy's eyes and mouth became slack and empty as they were lifted above her face. Soon after, the rest of the rubbery mask came off, and she held her own limp, lifeless face dangling in her hooves. Now, Fluttershy's head no longer stood atop her own body. Instead, a creature with dark, chitinous skin and glowing blue eyes licked his lips as, sloppily, he wiped away sweat from his forehead with a hoof. "Whew," the changeling sighed. "Uh, I mean-" He cleared his throat, and when he spoke again, Fluttershy's dulcet tones were replaced by a masculine buzzing. "Much better. Being Fluttershy is fun, but it's nice to remind myself of who's in charge, too." He playfully caressed Fluttershy's mask one last time before placing it back on the stand. "Don't worry, Fluttershy. You'll get your turn again soon~" he said reassuringly. Humming a little tune, he began tugging at his—Fluttershy's—hooves, and soon they became loose and slid off his own. With practiced movement, the rest of the bodysuit was peeled away quickly after, and the changeling shook the pink and yellow skin around a bit, air drying it as best he could before slipping it over the empty mannequin, Fluttershy's hooves, body, and neck fitting snugly over its blank exterior. "Hmm, what to pick..." The changeling rubbed a hoof over his chin and scanned the remaining ponysuits, almost as if browsing a magazine. In the end, he shrugged and pointed toward his favorite mare of the bunch to wear: Twilight Sparkle. "Hmm, Twilight," he purred as he stripped her skin and mask off the mannequin. "You always had such a sexy body. That perfect, bookish form of yours, combined with your cute little butt… how could anypony resist?" He flirted with the lifeless skin, as if it could respond to his compliments. "I'd pick you up any day," he continued, almost mockingly, "and I’m going to show you just how good you can feel with me inside you." He squished the costume between his hooves for a little while before he began putting it on. "Well, time for little old me to disappear again"—midway through the sentence, his voice pitched upward, until it was an exact replica of Twilight's—"and time for her Royal Highness to take the stage~" Slowly and sensually, he began suiting up in her skin, shivering as he felt the smooth material rub against him. "Oh, it feels so good getting to put you on again." Biting his lower lip, the changeling suppressed a moan as his hole-filled legs were covered by hers, followed by his buttocks. Trembling, he gently grasped his cock and slid it into Twilight's nethers, where a convenient pouch concealed it beneath her purple pussy. "Such a snug, perfect pussy to conceal my cock," he mused, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Though I could always fish it out through your pretty little cunt and give you a black cock of your own…" He fantasized briefly before dispelling the idea. "No, not now. I'll keep your body as perfect as it should be." It took a great deal of effort not to orgasm there on the spot, and the changeling only stopped himself knowing the payoff would be so much sweeter. Pausing for a moment, he decided to get into character, roleplaying as Twilight herself. "Oh yeah," he crooned in her voice, "stuffing your thick changeling cock nice and deep inside me. Such a good changeling hiding himself deep in my skin." The sensation of Twilight's fur against his own carapace sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Lost in the fog of lust, he reluctantly tore his hoof away from his groin and continued roughly tugging the suit on, yanking her barrel over his and stuffing his thin wings into her much larger ones. Though they didn't quite fit at first, with a flash of magic, they transformed into a more fitting shape, causing the wings to momentarily bulge and stretch as chitin slotted sweetly into feather. Now in control of his new appendages, the changeling flexed them out, wriggling each individual feather before coming up with an idea. Reaching downward with his wings, he grabbed the rest of Twilight's skin with much more dexterity than was normally possible and pulled the suit over himself until it fully covered the changeling's chest. "Oh yeah, feeling my helpless wings flutter and writhe completely in your control is getting me so turned on," he moaned, still in Twilight's voice. "I can't wait for you to put me on entirely." He reached one hoof into the suit, then another. Thrusting both into their respective armholes at the same time, he grunted as he yanked the suit upward with Twilight's wings all while squeezing his hooves deep inside hers. Feeling the rubbery, soft, and fleshy interior of the skin press tightly against his limbs and seeing Twilight's dangling hooves getting filled and coming back to life as his own—the sensation was exhilarating. "Ah, that's much better. You've almost gotten me on all the way," he continued. "Does it feel good draping my body over yours? Because it certainly feels good having you inside mine. Such a good changeling putting on this helpless, horny pony princess. Why don't you look in the mirror and show me off?" "Of course, Princess," the changeling replied in his own voice. "Anything for you." He struck a pose and gave himself a sultry grin, blushing at seeing his own head lodged on top of Twilight's body. "Purple suits me well, doesn't it?" He switched back to Twilight's voice. "Oh, yes it does. You suit me so well. In fact, I think you make a better me than I ever could. Maybe you should just put me on and wear me forever~" "I can't do that now, unfortunately," the changeling said in his own voice. Though he hated to admit it, all the real Mane Six were still out and about—in fact, the only reason why he'd been impersonating Fluttershy was because she was on her own little vacation, and the changeling had decided to step in (without Fluttershy's knowledge, of course). For now, he could get away with it, but too long and it would spell trouble. "You'll help me make sure that isn't a problem anymore one day, won't you, Twilight?" Another idea came to him. In a flash, magic coated his head and neck. As it dissipated, his features morphed seamlessly, transforming into an exact replica of Twilight's head and neck, making it look like Twilight herself was wearing her own skin from the neck down. "Of course I will," he responded in Twilight's voice. "Getting to turn all my friends into your suits would be so hot! Imagining that faux smile you'll make me wear as you puppeteer my body into feeding them all sorts of lies before ensnaring them in your trap gets me sooo turned on~" Though putting on a Twilight suit while already disguised as Twilight was an intriguing idea, and hot in its own right, getting to see his own body slip underneath her skin was even hotter. Dropping the disguise, he slipped his hoof into the empty neck piece of her mask and stretched it from the inside. "Well, here's the moment we've all been waiting for," he crooned. "Are you ready to be completely taken over, my little pony?" "Oh yesss," he responded as Twilight. "Wear me, become me! Use me like your toy! I can't wait to feel my face stretched into yours and have every part of myself under your control. Hurry up, hurry up! I simply can't wait to be your skinsuit slave." "That's the spirit," the changeling growled. "In that case, open up!" And with a mighty tug, he opened her mouth all the way up and stretched the mask over his head. Quickly (but not too quickly to avoid missing out on every intimate sensation), the changeling slipped his snout into hers, his mouth and tongue slotting neatly within her own, lining up the eye holes, ears, nostrils, and horn so both sets of features aligned perfectly. Working Twilight's jaw up and down, he adjusted the mask even further, getting rid of any creases and stretches. Finally, he yanked the mask’s neck piece down while using his other hoof to tug the neck piece of the bodysuit up, until both were connecting. Piloting one into the other, he rubbed and massaged the seam in between until there were no bumps or unusual protrusions from the area, only small imperfections noticed only with a careful eye. Inhaling through his—Twilight's—nostrils, he savored the scent of clammy air mixed with rubber—something to constantly remind him of the artificiality of his disguise. Before he fully became Twilight, there were still a few adjustments he needed to make. Looking carefully into the mirror, he transformed his crooked and warped horn so it better fit Twilight's, no longer leaving it skewed and droopy. He blinked once, and when his eyes opened again, they were no longer the pale blue of a changeling's, but rather the deep purple ones of Twilight's. He spun this way and that for a few more minutes, checking to make sure the disguise was absolutely perfect. When he was satisfied, he stared directly into the mirror with Twilight's eyes and gave himself a fiendishly deviant grin. "My, my. Look at you all prettied up, Twi.” He gave a sinister laugh, imagining if some poor castle maid had stumbled into Twilight’s chambers during the finale of his suiting. “Who was that changeling you saw putting on my skin just a moment ago, dear? I simply have no idea what you could be talking about." He reveled in the thought, knowing nopony would ever believe the castle maid even if she tattled. He looked as good as the real Twilight, down to every last detail. The mere idea of Twilight’s friends and acquaintances doubting their own senses, unable to see through the deception, made his heart race with excitement. Well, maybe the disguise wasn't quite perfect yet. There was still an obvious bulge protruding from inside ‘her’ nethers and belly, pulsing as it twitched and stiffening by the second. ‘Twilight’ couldn't help it. It was something she needed to take care of, and fast. "If I weren’t Twilight… if I really were some changeling wearing her guise, would I be able to do this?" With an anticipatory hoof, she pressed against the bulge and began fondling it. Turning around, she bent down and gave the mirror a full view of her dripping cunt and the hardening erection beneath it. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "getting real horny for your Princess." Speeding up her stroking, she rubbed her pussy folds with increasing fervor, clenching her teeth in bliss. She spread her legs wider and flagged her tail, feeling her breath quicken with each touch. "My pussy was made for this," she groaned. "It feels so good, using it to grind against your hidden cock, like I'm meant for nothing else…" Her breaths became rattled as she simulated winking her clit, the precum from her sheathed dick dripping through as if it were her own arousal. Her moans intensified, becoming more frequent and uncontrollable. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, her body responding to the overwhelming pleasure with jerks and shudders. "Could a changeling make me do this?" she monologued. "Make Celestia's prized pupil feel so good? I don’t think so. And you owe my Royal cunt an apology." Pausing, as if pretending to wait for an imaginary answer, she continued, "Oh, you still don't believe me? Fine. You caught me. I'm just some poor disguise being utterly manipulated by the creature inside me. My hoof moving at his every whim, not even my own voice under my own control. And I'm so fucking turned on by it," she moaned, feeling every word echo within her. "Him making me say every word of this unprincesslike dialogue, making me his puppet…” Her hips instinctively bucked as a particularly visceral stroke sent shivers of pleasure shooting up her spine. "It feels so wrong… but so right! I can't believe you turned me into your suit just to stroke your changeling cock!" Legs wobbling from pleasure, Twilight forced herself not to collapse to the ground and cum on the spot. She limped toward the empty skins of her friends, her breaths coming out in ragged pants. Upon reaching them, she gave each one a passionate kiss on the lips, strands of drool dripping between their mouths. When she got to Fluttershy, she sunk into the kiss even more. Her skin was still warm, almost as if Twilight really were kissing somepony else. "I'm so sorry I had to do this to you, Fluttershy," she mock-bemoaned, "but I can't disobey a single order my master gives me! And it's so good knowing you're just an empty skin like me!" Closing her eyes and deeply inhaling the changeling's musk that still permeated Fluttershy's skin, she leaned further into her fantasy of capturing the real Mane Six. "Girls, this changeling really is a monster, isn't he? Using me to turn my very best friends into lifeless skinsuits for his own perverted pleasures. And I can't help but be turned on by his every command. At first, I was so hesitant, but ahh, then he put me on for the first time and I saw the light. Now I understand," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "My destiny isn't to be the Princess of Friendship. I'm meant to be your obedient ponysuit, host to your every desire!" She was on the edge now, so close. "And worst of all," she continued, "he isn't even done yet! Princess Celestia, my beloved mentor! He's coming for you too! And I can't do a single thing about it, won't do a single thing about it. You must save yourself before it's too la- ahhhhh~!" The thought alone was enough to push her over the edge. With a great cry, she came hard, cum surging from her cock, flooding her skin, and dripping out in thick, gooey globs. "Ohhh, yes! Fill me up more!" she howled. She came again and again, all the while still vigorously rubbing at her bulge, milking every last drop with her soft velvet hooves. Panting and gasping, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled up, her mind briefly fogged over completely, and she lost herself utterly in lust as spots appeared within her vision. After the last dribbles of cum oozed out, Twilight groaned and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Her own fur matted in sweat and ‘her’ juices staining her skin made her feel damp and heavy. Well, it wouldn't be the first time she'd have to wash her skin. Maybe a shower would do first: just the usual scrubbing, then maybe a little tugging at her skin to make sure the water seeped inside too. She licked her lips at the thought. But that could come later. Twilight's cock was already hardening again, and after all, there were all these unworn skins of her friends begging to be tried on too…

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Aria Blaze,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Human,Porn,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Fetish,Profanity,Sex

Enemies with Benefits

Sunset runs across Aria, and when the two fight, they end up igniting passions they never considered.

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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 14 - 15 2024</b></p></div><p>It has been years, and Sunset Shimmer is now old enough to attend university. But as she returns home to her apartment, she sees Aria Blaze, one the the Dazzlings, and a Siren. After a small back and forth with harsh and angry words, the two begin to fight. But as the two of them claw, punch, and tear into each other, they both stop, only to begin making out. </p><p>Disclaimer: Everyone is 18+<br/>Derpibooru: <span class="spoiler">3410202</span><br/>Comission for <a href="/user/47172/Sunset_Shimmer83" rel="nofollow">Sunset_Shimmer83</a></p>

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2024-08-13T21:54:16+00:00

Since reforming and becoming a better person, Sunset Shimmer had done all she could to help her friends, especially as their high school lives came to an end. Now, with her group going off to the colleges of their choice, she has decided to take her time, a nice break before going off to a university. As well as this, she could get a scholarship, but wanted to take her time. Finishing up a shift at her job, Sunset was walking along towards her apartment. It was the end of another hard working day, and she was thinking about what she wanted to have for dinner that night. Reaching her apartment, she walked in and was making it down the hall. Whatever else she was thinking was utterly dashed and ruined as she saw someone she had not seen in years. Aria Blaze, one of the dazzlings, the sirens that Sunset and her friends beat long ago. This girl, this bitchy siren, was leaving not only her apartment, but her door was across the way from Sunset’s door. Standing there, she was in shock. She hadn’t seen any of them and a rush of emotions filled her. While they were defeated, the dazzlings still drove her school into a violent frenzy while they fed off the stress and anger. Sunset stood there, a hand clenched in a fist before Aria seemed to notice her. “Well, look who it is.” Aria smuggly commented, crossing her arms as she stood there. “So, I guess when the landlord said there were no problems here, he was lying.” “I was about to say the same thing.” Sunset replied, speaking with the same attitude that Aria was. “And here I thought you were just finishing up with whatever poor guy you scammed.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Aria hissed, clenching her fists too. “Got something to say, you bitch?” “Wow, and here I thought Sonata was the dumb whore.” Sunset laughed mockingly. Walking over to her door, she smirked at Aria. “How much does it cost to suck some gross guy’s cock? Or did he just feed you a grilled cheese and you spread your legs for him?” “Fucking bitch!” Aria snapped, quickly punching at Sunset, just narrowly missing her face and struck at the door. “You have no idea what we’ve been going through.” She continued to punch at Sunset, who was getting more and more pushed against her door. “When you and your asshole friends ruined everything!” “Yeah, no. I don’t give a fuck!” Sunset commented, punching back, actually hiding Aria in the chest, right above her modest tits. “You and your bitch friends were a problem, and you deserve it!” Words were no longer possible, these two were letting out all their emotions in a hard and brutal fight. Punching eventually gave way to clawing. Aria and Sunset beat against the other, causing a number of bruises to form as their faces, shoulders, chests, and bellies as their claws against the other. Pushing against the walls, then the doors, both were trying to throw the other one on the floor. As they fought in this scuffle, their fingers tug and tore into their clothes. Both of their tops were being ripped, showing off the bras under their shirts, though Aria wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt. Sunset’s smirk only caused the siren to get even more pissed off. Aria was practically snarling as she was grabbing at Sunet’s body, now trying to tug and bite between punching at her eyes, nose, and lip. Blood trickled from both of them as blows were exchanged, pushing their adrenaline further and further until now Sunset was on the ground with Aria kneeling over her. Raising her hands, she was ready to block whatever was about to come, but the siren only raised a fist, but instead of punching back down, Aria only stared. Sunset was as bloodied and bruised as she was, they were panting, and her eyes were darting and trembling as she was thinking something as she glared down at Sunset. Bringing her hands down, she grabbed at her, but instead of beating her further, Aria pulled her in and the two kissed. The two froze, Sunset’s eyes burst open as she wasn’t sure what was going on. Aria wasn’t just kissing her, her tongue forced her way into her mouth as the two started passionately making out as the two moaned into the other’s mouth. Sunset and Aria’s bodies were practically steaming as their adrenaline gave way to a massive wave of arousal. Their nipples hardened, pussies got soaked, and Sunset lifted her arms to wrap around Aria’s body, hugging her as the two rolled on the hallway floor and made out in a way out of the wettest of dream, and more erotic of pornographies. But just as soon as the passion was built, it suddenly ended, with the two of them laying on the floor, frozen in shock as they were catching their breaths over what just happened. “So…what now?” Sunset panted, staring at the siren. “I…I don’t even know-” Aria cut her off by smacking her lips against her, moaning a little before playfully biting at her lower lip. “How about you shut up, and we go back to my place.” Aria commented, smirking at Sunset. Standing up, she stares down at her. “Or you can just sit there, and I’ll just lay in bed, naked, and wait for someone to fuck me.” Sunset remained on the floor for a moment, watching as Aria was taking her time to go back into her apartment. She wasn’t sure what to do, seeing this siren’s sexy body in a different light than she had ever seen it before. Swallowing nervously, her mind was in a flurry of hesitant emotions with a growing arousal and impulse that was straining against her. She could feel herself trembling a little, feeling less and less thought, but more a drive. Listening to the sound of Sunset standing up, Aria unlocked the door, turning around, and saw her enemy rush her through the door. Just like before, the two girls were all over each other. Making out, moaning passionately, and touching and rubbing each other all over. Aria just barely managed to shut and lock the door before she and Sunset dragged themselves off to the rest of the apartment. “Come on, come on, you bitch…” Aria moaned, making out with Sunset as the two were pulling and throwing aside their clothes. “Let’s see how big those tits are.” Hugging her close, she playfully kissed and bit at her neck, making Sunset moan out as she quickly finished tossing aside the rest of the siren’s clothes. Before they realized it, the two of them were completely naked, collapsing and rolling about on Aria’s bed as their hot and sweaty bodies pressed and rubbed together. Now fully exposed, the two got a better look at the other. Sunset had the bigger tits, supple and sexy, with beautiful inverted nipples that were slowly becoming hard from her arousal. All with a slender waist, and a modest looking ass that bounces slightly as she trembles. Aria’s body was almost the opposite. Somewhat modest, perky tits that were a few sizes smaller than Sunset’s, but with fierce looking nipples. Her waist was just as slender, but her ass was just plain bigger, more than enough to fit in Sunset’s hand as she reached down to lift and grope it. “Fuck, you have such a slutty body.” Aria teased, kissing along Sunset’s neck as she slowly started working her way down. “I want to hear you moan for me, bitch.” Fondling hard on one of these soft and heavy breasts, she started to lick and suckle on the other one. Sunset couldn’t hold back as sweet cooing sounds echoed out from her lips. Aria was good, very good at suckling at her nipple. Licking and teasing at it, all while she played with the other one, subtly teasing and tugging on it between her fingers. But it was what her other hand was making Sunset really shiver and sweat. Aria’s other hand was slipping elegantly between the other girl’s thighs, easily locating her growing dampness. The siren giggled, suckling harder on the girl’s breast, drawing out as much pleasure as she could while rubbing along Sunset’s moistening pussy lips. She tensed up, feeling as Aria’s fingers were delicately touching her, slowly drawing out more and more pleasure. “Fuck…Aria…don’t stop…” Sunset moaned softly, reaching out to rub the back of the siren’s head, petting her as she hugged her against her boobs. “Why are you so…so good at this…” “Practice, bitch.” Aria smirked, giggling a little. “We had to survive somehow, even without our magic, we had hot voices and hotter bodies. The babies were lining up for a chance with us.” She bit a little more on Sunset’s nipple, making her moan out some more. “But damn, you got a sexy moan.” Sunset felt as if she was going to cum soon. Aria had just barely started to slide her fingers into the girl’s warm snatch, and already she was squeezing on her as she was struggling not to squirt so hard and wet on this siren’s hand. She hadn’t felt this good before, even when she was queen bitch of school, dominating any of the guys to do her bidding, or when she would spend so many countless nights feverishly masturbating. What Aria was doing in this little act of foreplay was making Sunset’s body tremble as her strength was slowly being drained from her as the fingers effortlessly found her sweet and sensitive corners of her inner folds. Aria could feel it, the way the girl’s heartbeat was increasing, and so switching to the other boob, she suckled even harder, as if she was trying to drink the milk that wasn’t there from her. Now fingering faster, Aria was trying to draw out more pleasure, making Sunset pant and tremble, moaning as she felt a wet tightness growing inside her before she couldn’t bear it anymore. Her legs stiffened, knees wobbled, and her thighs rubbed together before she finally let out her wet and sloppy orgasm. Aria continued to finger her, even as this tight hole was clamping down so hard on her hand, savoring the sweet sounds of her moans as her body was trembling all over. Sunset never came so hard and wet before, and her mind was going into a daze as the afterglow washed over, giving way to an after shock of a lesser climax as soon as the siren pulled her fingers away from her dripping sex. “Well damn, you’re a gusher, aren’t you.” Aria giggled, pulling back. But right as she was about to lick at her dripping fingers, a new idea popped in her head. “Why don’t you have a taste?” Lifting her wet hand up, she forced it into Sunset’s painting, weak mouth. Immediately, Sunset’s tongue was overwhelmed by the sweet flavor of her orgasm. She had licked the aftermath of her fingers before, but this felt different. This one seemed to only make her mind become numb, and her body tingled. Her sweaty form was twitching whenever the cool air of the room kissed at her hotness. Aria held her hand in place, letting Sunset instinctively lick so passionately at her fingers, moaning as she didn’t want her tongue to miss a single inch of it. It was like this nectar was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, and didn’t want to waste a single drop of it, even letting out a low cooing noise when the siren slowly pulled her hand away. “Oh wow, you’re such a fucking slut.” Aria giggled, teasing Sunset as she started to playfully lick at the fingers that were slobbered on moments ago. “I don’t think I can hold it in. I need that pussy, so fucking badly.” Throwing Sunset more on the bed, the siren repositioned herself. Angling her leg over and around her, the two were not pressing their soaking, pussy lips against the other. It was such a wet, sloppy feeling as the two lower lips kissed gently against the other. It was a sensation Sunset had never felt before, and the new pleasure it brought was causing tingling surges to ripple throughout her being. Aria could feel the way this pussy was twitching and dripping as her own was pressing and kissing against hers. This wasn’t the first time she had done it with another girl, but the feeling of it with a former enemy was certainly a new one for her, and it just seemed to add more of a sense of how good it felt to do something so wrong. “Oh yeah…fuck…your pussy is so wet…” Aria panted, moaning as she looked to Sunset. She didn’t want to show it, but she was getting just as turned on, if not more, as Sunset was. “Bet you never thought you’d be doing this with some fucking siren.” “Siren, no. Some dumb whore…well, I’m almost in college…” Sunset smirked, getting into the thrill of the pleasure she was feeling. As well as this, a small sense of competitiveness seemed to spark in her eyes. “Don’t think I’m a bottom, bitch.” Reaching over, she started flicking her thumb against Aria’s clit, making her eyes nearly roll back as she nearly came from. “I’m a top, and I’m gonna be the one to make you squirt like the little fish you are.” Aria twitched a little, her leg nearly cramping from his she was grinding her pussy against Sunset’s. She had just underestimated her, and it was clear that she was far more experienced at this than she thought. Smirking, she could feel the challenge being declared to her. It wasn’t just about feeling some pleasure, or getting her hot and heavy passion on with some hot girl. It was a matter of ego, of her pride and honor. She wasn’t going to let this bitch, who just referred to her as a fish, beat her. Aria needed to take charge again, or she would lose too much momentum to recover form. Sunset could see the hesitation in her opponent’s eyes, and was ready to really push herself against her. Carrying on this initiative, she shifted her hand, still teasing at her clit, but now getting her thumb to start rubbing along the moist pussy lips. “Just what int he fuck are you trying to-” Aria asked, but then felt as Sunset’s thumb slipped into her pussy, making her moan out some more. “You…you bitch…” “Call me what you want, but I think the only bitch is you.” Sunset giggled, fidgeting and teasing Aria’s pussy even more as she taunted her. “Cause last time I checked, you’re the one moaning like a little slut.” “Oh, that’s it. I’ll show you moaning!” Aria snapped, pushing back before twisting and lunging at Sunset, knocking her all the way back again. She barely had a moment to react before the Siren was fully on her, smacking her pussy hard on her own dampness, making her whimper and coo. “Sounds like someone likes being at the bottom.” Wiggling and fidgeting, she was teasing Sunset’s pussy, all while making her breasts bounce a little. “Then again, your top ain’t bad either.” Reaching up, she groped at the girl’s chest. “I mean, what is with these tits?! Like I figured your giggly friend, or that shy one had an impressive rack, but where the fuck were you hiding these things?!” Sunset moaned out, her breasts had always been a sensitive weak spot on her, especially her nipples. Aria wasn’t just about to figure that out quickly, letting her skilled fingers press and sink into the girl’s soft boobs, all while fidgeting her nipples between her fingers. Sunset’s soft moans, even as she was biting at her lower lip to hold in as much as she could, seemed to not only turn the siren on more, but was driving her to try and force out as many sweet and sultry sounds as possible. Sunset wasn’t going to be able to last for too long. Aria was able to pull an advantage on her, and she was going to keep teasing at her until she would get Sunset to moan out like a submissive whore. She couldn’t allow such a shameful thing to happen, and her eyes darted about for any means of turning the tables on this siren slut. “Come on, moan for me you slut.” Aria teased, groping and tugging at Sunset’s breasts and nipple harder. She wanted to really dominate her, and not let her turn the tables on her. “Come on, come on, come on, I wanna hear it.” “How does this sound?” Sunset smirked, reaching up to grab at the back as Aria’s head. “You gotta go much harder than that to make me squirt.” Pulling her in, she was practically smothering the siren’s face against her tits. Aria’s eyes went wide as she was forced over Sunset’s boobs, feeling her pussy getting wetter as she was rubbing it more against the other girl’s soaking lower lips. The two started a back and forth wrestling on the bed, with the siren letting out muffled moans of annoyance, and yet she was getting close to cumming from the back and forth. Aria bit down, suckling harder on Sunset’s nipples, trying to get her to cum before she did, but it wasn’t working. She was going to cum first, Sunset was going to get Aria to cum all over her bed from this rough and tumble rolling around. The siren’s body trembled as she wasn’t able to hold herself back anymore. “Sounds like you came first.” Sunset giggled, looking at the siren with a smug smile on her face. “Ready to give up?” “Not at all!” Aria snapped, pulling back so hard, that when Sunset released her, she stumbled out and off her bed to a loud thud sound. Getting up, she looked at the girl with a panting smile. “Oh no, we’re not done yet. We have one more thing to make you squeal for me.” Reaching into her nightstand, Aria pulled out a large, thick, long, double ended dildo with leather straps on it. Sunset’s eyes twitched a little as she saw the size of this toy. It was bigger than anything she had, and was more surprised, and yet somewhat not surprised that Aria had something like this in her nightstand. Taking it, she slowly took the rubbery cockhead, and slowly shoved it into her sobbing wet pussy. Moaning out, she shivered and shuddered as she felt this toy slowly filling her out. Once half of it was pushed into her pussy, she tied and strapped on the leather pieces. From the way Sunset was laying there, it looked like Aria had a cock between her legs. “Here we go, the perfect thing to make you my bitch.” Aria smuggly commented, crawling back on the bed. Grabbing at Sunset’s legs, she rubbed them as she spread them open to see her glistening, quivering pussy lips. “Time to stretch you out.” “Hurry out, I’m getting bored.” Sunset commented, rolling her eyes as she further teased the siren. “If you’re gonna fuck me, get on it it-ahh!” Aria barely let her finish as she lined up and rammed this dildo into her pussy. The toy nearly went halfway into Sunset’s pussy, causing her to clamp down hard on it, as well as how pent up she nearly made her cum from it. Aria laughed, tightening her hold on the girl’s thighs, hugging them against her body as she started wildly humping in and out of her pussy. Sunset’s pussy clamped down as this toy filled her out, stretching and rubbing along her inner folds as she was getting fucked harder and harder by the siren. Aria grunted, gritting her teeth as she was hissing in frustration. While she could see that Sunset was clearly feeling pleasure from this hard fucking, but under that look, she was still remaining the dominant one. “Come on, come on, come on, come on, fucking keep moaning…keep moaning you bitch…” Aria grunted, almost growling as she was pushing herself harder and harder against Sunset’s pussy. The bed was rocking and shaking from the full force of her hard fucking. “I wanna hear that slutty voice of yours when I make your squirt like a whore.” “Then fucking get on with it.” Sunset replied, smirking up as she reached up with her arms and legs, locking and pulling Aria back over her. “You better know how to work that dick if you want me to cum on it.” The siren was getting even more frustrated, and both their competitive natures were being poked and egos were now being put on the line. Aris immediately started humping into Sunset’s pussy, making her moan out from the pleasure. It was amazing, feeling this dildo stretch and fill her sensitive, pent-up pussy. But she bit at her lower lip, not wanting to give the siren the satisfaction that she was slowly getting her off. Aria huffed, panting and moaning as the other end of the toy was rubbing against her insides as well. She hadn’t used this toy in quite a while, and it had been too long. She loved the sensation of having herself being filled and her sweet spots being tingled and played with, but she especially loved to see the look on Sunset’s face when she was struggling to hold in the pleasure she was feeling. Reaching up, she grabbed at Aria, pulling her closer, so much so, their tits were rubbing together as the siren fucked into this soaking pussy. The two were moaning, letting out their hot breaths before they started making out again, their whorish sounds mixed as their tongues embraced the other. They were almost melding together in their passions. Memory of who they were before faded, the entire world was nothing but a blur, and all that mattered to them was the way they were fucking. Aria could feel herself getting closer to cumming, with Sunset doing her best to hold herself together. She didn’t want to cum, not yet. She wanted to make the siren squeal out in pleasure, she wanted to see this bitch’s ego go down several pegs. Aria only continued to push herself, hammering herself as hard and deep as she could, feeling as if the girl’s pussy was clamping down so hard on this dildo. “Come on, come on, you bitch.” Aria grunted, hissing through her teeth as she pulled back, her pussy getting close to cumming. “Cum for me, cum on this fucking toy, and show me how much of a slut you are!” Sunset smirked at the siren, seeing the look of pleasure on her face, she wasn’t going to last much long. Now was the time to turn the tables on her again. Remembering some of her self defense training, Sunset tightened her hold on Aria, and with a strong and sudden burst of strength, lifted herself and then rolled to push her on the bed. All the while the dildo was still in both of them, which pushed and rubbed so hard against Sunset’s sweet spots, she felt her legs almost cramping, but content in her results. Once Aria was now on her back, Sunset pressed against her tits, teasing at her nipples as she started to ride on this cock. The siren gasped as she was feeling Sunset push the dildo deeper in her, teasing at the end of her cervix. “Looks like I got you where I wanted you.” Sunset chuckled, reaching down at the straps that kept the toy on Aria. “Cause I guess it’s my turn, slut.” It took a few seconds, and Aria was too weak to stop her as Sunset undid the straps on the siren, and then tightened them on her. So now, she was the one with the cock. She hesitated for a second, seeing just how this dick looked in the siren’s pussy. Her mind couldn’t help but wonder if this was something guys felt when they were bottomed out in some hot piece of whore ass? Swallowing the last of her nervousness, she started to buck her hips forward, sliding the length in and out of her body without any issues. Aria’s pussy felt so good, and even though this was just a toy, the end that was still buried into Sunset’s softness sent shivers throughout her body as if it was the real thing. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning out, which made Aria giggle. “Oh? Is my pussy too much for you?” Aria smirked. “Too bad you’re not a guy, I bet you’d be just some pussy quick shot.” This only made Sunset smile down a wicked, almost sinister look down at the siren. She didn’t say anything else, instead, she grabbed at Aria’s thighs, spreading them a little more before her hands slid down to her calves. Lifting her, Sunset repositioned the siren’s legs upward to be closer to her head. In this new position, she was able to not only shove deeper, but the force of each hard and deep push caused not only the bed to shake, but Aira moaned out like the musical slut she was. Her moans were a melody of powerful tones that mixed both musical splendor and whorish cries. Sunset seemed almost in a trance as she hammered into the siren’s pussy, bottoming out hard and making sure to pull back in a manner that only rubbed hard against all of Aria’s sweet and sensitive spots. She was moaning out in pleasure, cumming over and over again on this dildo. Sunset only continued to huff and pant, feeling herself cumming all over this dildo too, but her momentum was just too strong, and her arousal was so intense, that she wanted to fuck this slut into the bed, and through the floor. She was in a hard pressing position, pushing so much that Aria could tell how strained and sore her legs would be after this. But for now, adrenaline pumped through the two of them, and as Sunset was fucking into the siren, she leaned over, smacking her face against hers as they two were making out again. Their fat tits pressed together, hard nipples rubbing against the other, and their pussies were spasming as the two were getting ready for a big and sloppy wet orgasm. Words were impossible at this point, they were too far in to think of anything but the pleasure they were about to feel. And then, the release came. As they were tonguefucking the others’ mouths, the dildo slammed so hard into Aria’s pussy, the straps loosened enough to cause Sunset’s end to ram upwards into her. Their bodies were twitching out as they both came sloppy wet, soaking hot, and sparkling nectar all over the other as their pussies were kissing against the other as the toy stretched and poked so deep, it was making out with their cervixes. Their bodies tensed up, then loosened, then trembled as they both squirted on the other, making a mix of their juices and passionate sweat pooled on the bed under them. But once the orgasm died down, Sunset, panting hard and hot, looked down at Aria, who was equally exhausted in her afterglow. “Fuck…guess you know how to work that dick…” Aria cooed, looking up at Sunset with panting, lustful eyes. “But bitch, you better not be getting tired now.” It was clear to her that something in this siren’s head had been switched on. “Cause after we’re done, I’m gonna pound that slut ass of yours!” For a moment, Sunset saw a chance, a way to leave. Aria was still incredibly horny, but was clearly tired. She could pull out, toss the strap-on away and make a run for it, naked or not. But then another thought crossed her mind; why should she? Sure, Aria was one of the three sirens who had caused her and her friends, but Sunset couldn’t deny that perhaps she was too far into this. Maybe she had no way out anymore, and all she could do was accept that not only did she just fuck this siren, but she deeply enjoyed it. Aria’s moans were making it harder to think, and her arousal was only adding to the challenge. Swallowing down the last of her courage and hesitation, Sunset smirked down. Raising a hand, she delivered a firm smack across Aria’s tits, making her moan a little. “Only if you think you can handle me, bitch.” Sunset giggled playfully, fondling at Aria’s firm, tits. “Cause I might just keep fucking you until you pass out.” She couldn’t help but giggle as her more dominating side was spilling out with her words. “Cause maybe my sexy ass is too much for you, you siren whore.” Aria’s eyes flared up, feeling her more competitive side burning out of her. “Is that a challenge?!” Aria snapped, smirking as she hissed and moaned. “Bring it, bitch!” Sunset laid there, her sweating, exhausted body had collapsed on Aria’s bed, the siren peacefully sleeping besides her, back facing her. She had no idea what to make of any of this. Looking around the room, the various, small, discarded bottles of lube, as well as the many, many sex toys they’ve played with were scattered about, still wet on the bed. The blanket was half soaked in the repeated orgasms these girls let out from their passionate fucking. Sunset’s body trembled slightly, the afterglow still fresh on her, but the climatic clarity sent a panicking series of thoughts to bombard her mind. She had done something she never considered, ever. She hadn’t just fucked an enemy of hers, she liked it, she enjoyed it, dare to say, she loved it and was feeling a slowly growing arousal to do it again. “What have I done?!” Sunset muttered quietly to herself, laying back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, she could only imagine what her friends would say if they had seen this. “Do I…do I tell them? No, no, I can’t do that.” She turned her gaze slightly at Aria, who was peacefully snoring. “Would she tell her friends? Or maybe…” Her face went red at the idea that maybe all three sirens would want a chance with her; maybe even at the same time.

Some Leech

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Original Character,Princess Luna,Anthro,Human,Porn,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex

Setting Things Straight

Alex isn't into mares, although Luna might just change that...

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<p>It's no secret that Alex has no interest in mares - sure, they can be pretty and attractive, but they don't have what he <i>really</i> wants in a relationship. As he tends to his duties one night, essentially being Princess Luna's errand boy, a bit of miscommunication leads to a peculiar revelation about alicorn anatomy...</p><p>Kinks Include: Male on Futa, Futa on Male, Oral, Face-Fucking, Anal, Stripping, Rough Sex, Size Difference, Cumflation (Cum Inflation), and a Lateral Transfer</p><p>Artwork by Seraziel (Twitter/X @Seraziel)</p><p>If you want to help support me, I have a Tip-Jar/Patreon <a href="https://www.patreon.com/someleech" rel="nofollow">HERE</a></p>

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2024-08-13T20:37:32+00:00

2024-08-13T20:40:47+00:00

Meandering through the labyrinthine corridors of the Canterlot castle, Alex balanced a platter holding a small assortment of pastries on one hand. Most nights were like this, the palace as quiet as a tomb and all but derelict, although he took comfort from the silence. As he came to an intersection and nearly bumped into a passing figure, his heart skipped a beat. The centurion, a towering hulk of a stallion, eyed the tray of delectables Alex was carrying. “For the Princess?” Alex nodded. “Yeah.” “And I thought Celestia was bad,” the guard snickered before stiffening and looking Alex in the eye. “Don’t tell her I said that…” Biting back a smile, Alex pinched the forefinger and his thumb of his free hand together and drew them across his lips. It was frowned upon for anybody to speak ill of a Princess, even in jest, so to hear a praetorian joke about one of the sisters was almost unheard of - almost. He’d gotten close to most of the night staff throughout his time working in the castle, and the last thing he would do is betray their trust. WIthout saying another word, he continued onward and parted ways with the armed and armored stallion. He still wasn’t sure how he’d ended up in Equestria, simply waking up one morning and finding himself in a field outside the capital, yet he’d acclimated with startling speed. Maybe it was because he hadn’t left much behind on Earth, or perhaps it was because he’d always yearned for adventure - whatever the case may be, he’d become quite fond of his new home. He slowed as he came to another turn and glanced over his shoulder. The guard behind him was still walking along, casually carrying out his patrol, as his eyes wandered down to the stallion’s backside. It was poetic that he’d wound up in a world of intelligent, friendly, anthropomorphic horses - not because he’d ever had any connection to equines, but because of a somewhat unique fascination with the animals. Simply put, he thought horses were hot - incredibly hot, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about surrendering himself to some big, sweaty stallion more times than he could possibly count. Coming to Equestria was essentially like a dream come true - yeah, he hadn’t found a stud for himself yet, but it was only a matter of time until he found a special somepony who would make his dreams a reality. With a heavy sigh, he shook and cleared his head to center himself. It didn’t take him long to reach his destination, an arched, resplendent set of double doors deep within the keep, although his job was far from finished. Lifting a hand, he politely knocked upon the wooden surface before letting himself in. He knew he didn’t have anything to worry about, having only been treated well since his arrival, yet he regularly felt the slightest bit tense in her company. “Princess?” he called out, slipping inside and softly closing the door behind himself. Turning his eyes to the center of the chamber, he found her seated at a desk heaped with scrolls, stacks of paperwork, and several open ledgers. Her name was Luna, and she was a veritable goddess. He held his breath and waited patiently until she motioned him over with a wing. He steadily approached her and drank her in. She was what the natives called an alicorn, an exceptionally rare creature that combined traits of pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies, and her beauty was only rivaled by her unfathomable arcane might and the authority of her position. While he wasn’t really into women of any kind, equine or otherwise, even he would admit that she was utterly captivating. Seated though she was, it was clear that she was far larger than even her most intimidating guards. Paired with her size, her ethereal mane, indigo coat, and bewitching turquoise eyes would have commanded the attention of anyone in her presence even if she hadn’t been an ageless diarch. She was, whether she knew it or not, a gorgeous amazoness of a woman and the embodiment of what most mares aspired to be. Lifting a pair of spectacles up to her horn, Luna pinched the bridge of her snout. “What is it, Alex?” “I - uh…” he murmured, her question taking him off guard. “You asked for something to snack on.” She peaked a brow as she turned her head toward him. “Oh, right. My apologies, it’s been a particularly onerous evening…” Setting the tray down on a moderately clear area of the table, Alex scanned the heaps of forms and paperwork strewn before her. “Anything I can help with?” “Unless you’re familiar with trade agreements, tithes, and tax code, I’m afraid not,” she grumbled. Propping her chin on one hand, she reached over and selected a chocolate-filled croissant from the platter Alex had delivered. “I do appreciate the offer.” As Alex nodded, his eyes strayed from her face to her bust. Though her attire was relatively modest, consisting of a simple dress, leggings, and heels, the low cut of her gown gave him a picturesque view of her bounteous cleavage. Her bosoms were easily as big as his head, so large that they would have put even the most heavy-chested human woman to utter shame, and they were so captivating that even his sexual preferences were beholden to them. “Ahem…” He started, snapped from his stupor by the sudden noise, and glanced up to her face. Her expression hadn’t changed much from when he’d entered, still that of resigned irritation, although it now sent a chill running through him. She’d just caught him with his metaphorical hand in the cookie jar, eyeing her goods like some hormonal teenager, even if that hadn’t been his intention. Pushing herself back and away from the table, Luna slowly rose to her feet. “Do you have a moment?” The question was paradoxical. Of course he had a moment - he was her assistant, he was on the clock, and it wasn’t like he had any other tasks to busy himself with. Cautiously nodding his head, he shied back as she strolled to the exit, locked the door, and then lazily sauntered back to loom over him. “Alex, I’d hoped to avoid this, but your continued fixation in me is woefully misplaced…” she coolly noted. Though her tone was even and lacked ire, it turned the blood in Alex’s veins to ice. This was bad - this was really, really bad. Not only had he apparently been ogling her, something which he had no conscious control over, but she’d noticed what she’d interpreted as his amorous interest. Lifting his hands up to his shoulders, he frantically shook his head. Luna remained mute while she peered down at him. Now that she was standing, she was more imposing than ever. At her full height, she towered over him by the better part of two feet, leaving him at eye level with her chest, but that wasn’t the worst part - the worst part was that his job and possibly his life were at her mercy. She’d been the one to take him in, convincing her sister to employ him, and even the thought of disappointing her was enough to fill him with shame. Leaning forward, she stared into his eyes. “It would behoove you not to let your lecherous instincts get the better of you, Alex.” “I…I wasn’t!” he bleated. “I swear, it’s not like that!” She straightened up and folded her arms beneath her bust. “Indulge me, Alex. This wasn’t the first time I’ve seen you watching me with, shall we say, less than professional intent, so I’d love an explanation.” Cold beads of sweat formed on Alex’s brow while his heart hammered in his bosom. He couldn’t rightly say what the punishment was for lustfully gazing upon a Princess, and he’d do anything necessary not to find out - anything. Burying his face in his hands, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and fought to soothe his frazzled nerves. “As I thought,” she muttered as she strutted around him and to a nearby window. “I’m not upset with you, Alex - as a matter of fact, I’m a bit flattered by your attention - be that as it may, it’s in your best interest to give up any hopes of pursuing me in a romantic fashion.” “I know,” he groaned into his palms. “You really don’t understand though…” “Oh but I do,” she tutted. “You’re hardly the first to fancy me, and I’d be shocked beyond words if you were the last. A great many stallions dream of claiming the Princess of the Night as a lover - I’d know, I’ve seen their…” she paused and shuddered. “Let’s just say that I’m quite popular with stallions…” It was slightly relieving to hear that she wasn’t upset with him, although it was her remark about being popular that drained away his tension. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have stallions literally dreaming about him in a sexual fashion - well, no, he could, yet it was obvious that she wasn’t as keen on the idea as he was. Composing himself, he brushed off his shirt and cautiously strolled over to her side. “I can’t imagine how awkward that has to be,” he lied through his teeth. “Maybe if -” “And the things they do, Alex,” she lamented, cutting him off while rubbing her temples. “The depths of their depravity know no end! It’s…it’s like I’m a toy for them, some grand, regal harlot to be used and abused!” The thought thrilled Alex more than he’d like to admit. “That’s awful…” Wheeling around to face him, Luna placed her hands on his shoulders. “But it wouldn’t work, nor would it work between us.” Alex cocked his head and pursed his lips. “But why though?” he softly inquired. “I mean, yeah, you might be a Princess, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be in a relationship with someone.” A forlorn look fleeted over her face as she turned her eyes to the floor. “I assure you, it wouldn’t work. No matter how attracted somepony was to me, they’d be running for the hills as soon as…” Her cheeks darkened and she instantly released him before turning away. Alex had been thrown off by the sudden tonal shift of the one-sided discussion, taken aback by how she’d gone from politely admonishing him to woefully claiming that she couldn’t have a lover. Something was up, and he’d be darned if his interest wasn’t piqued because of it. “Just go,” she groused, “and don’t mention this to -” “P…pardon me,” he squeaked, slipping around her and peeking up at her face. “Princess Luna, I think you’re mistaken. You’re a lovely mare, both inside and out, and I’m absolutely, positively certain that most stallions would kill to be with you.” A flicker of joy flashed over her face, though it was quickly overshadowed by melancholy. “You’re right, but that would just make the inevitable all the more heartbreaking. It’s in everypony’s best interest that I remain celibate…” “But why?” he quietly pressed. “You deserve happiness as much as anyone else. Cadance has a husband, and I’m -” “Cadance doesn’t have the same problem I have,” she pouted. Alex peered up at the ceiling as he gathered his thoughts. He was officially Luna’s scribe, though she often treated him more as a confidant than a mere helper - as such, it was only right to, at the very least, bolster her confidence and give her some hope for the future. Would he be overstepping his boundaries by grilling her on such a sensitive subject? Possibly. Did he want to improve her mood and make her feel better? Without a doubt - besides, now that the conversation had shifted away from him, he was feeling an order of magnitude more comfortable. Reaching out and tenderly stroking her arm, he drew her attention back down to him. “And what problem is that - that is, besides her not being as pretty as you.” Having opened her mouth to speak, Luna quickly sealed her lips and backed away from him. “It’s none of your concern. Just believe me when I say stallions would quickly lose interest in me after they got to know me better…” “Come on,” Alex urged. “Ok, lemme guess. You snore - no, sleepwalk.” “Neither,” she harrumphed. “Alex, I -” “Wait wait wait,” he continued. “You like SUPER cheesy romance movies - like the really bad ones.” She furrowed her brow and scrunched her snout down at him. “If you must know, I - no, never mind. It would be uncouth to burden you with such information.” More determined than ever, Alex gingerly clasped her hand and sank to her knees. “Luna, listen, you can talk to me. If you want to get something off your chest, go ahead - heck, anything you say will never leave this room.” Hesitating for a moment, she swallowed hard. “You…you swear upon it?” “I swear upon it,” he solemnly repeated while bowing his head and holding a fist to his chest. “Actually, I’ll do you one better. If you open up and tell me a secret, I’ll tell you one of my own - know, to level the playing field.” Keeping his head held low, he smiled to himself. He truly did like her - not in a sexual fashion, but as a benevolent and good-natured mare. If sharing the burden of her fears or woes was to be part of his duties, he’d do so gladly for her - after all, without her, he’d probably be flipping burgers and living in some crummy apartment somewhere. Hearing the sound of fabric rustling, he lifted his gaze and froze. He hadn’t known what to expect, assuming she’d simply adjusted her dress or scratched an itch, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him. Luna had remained where she stood, although her head was turned to the side, her eyes were clamped shut, and her blush had returned with a vengeance. Seeing her in such an embarrassed state would have been enough to give him a moment for pause, but then he looked lower and went slack-jawed. With the hem of her dress pulled up and clutched in one hand, she left her groin completely exposed. It wasn’t the fact that she was showing herself off to him that sent his mind in a tailspin, nor was it due to her snow-white, wholly unremarkable panties - no, his shock was solely and completely due to the immense bulge in her underwear. At a loss for words, unable to comprehend what he was looking at, he cleared his throat. “Is…” he rasped, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Is that w…what I think it -” “As I said,” she breathed, “Cadance doesn’t have the same problem I have.” As he swung his eyes back down to her nethers, his thoughts began to race. The logical parts of his brain told him everything he needed to know, having seen more than his fair share of pictures of stallions sporting jockstraps in issues of PlayMare magazines, but that simply didn’t make any sense. Inspecting the unmistakable outline of what had to be a stallionhood, in spite of how absurd it sounded, he flinched when she released and let her dress fall down her legs. Pulling him to his feet, she snorted. “You swore you’ll never speak of this to anypony,” she rumbled, “and I trust you’ll make good on that promise.” “I…I will,” he croaked. “Good,” she snorted. “Now then, your turn.” Alex blinked as his brain briefly short circuited. “I ~ what?” “Your turn,” she flatly repeated. “You said you’d share a secret of your own ~ did you not?” With the spotlight now turned upon him, he gulped. He could have lied - in fact, he probably should have lied, yet deceiving her would have been wrong. The obvious solution would have been to disclose some small transgression from his past, like stealing a piece of candy when he’d been a child or finding his Christmas presents early - alas, with a maelstrom of lecherous notions swirling about in his head, there was only one answer he could think to give. “I l…like stallions,” he uttered under his breath. Luna’s eyes widened then narrowed down at him. “But you’ve only been in Equestria for such a short time! Surely, you couldn’t have…” she trailed off and went silent. After a pregnant pause, she gave a soft gasp. “Did you not say that equines were feral on your world?!” “It’s not my fault!” Alex pleaded. Coughing into one hand, she collected herself. “Pray tell, is there something in particular that you find alluring.” Alex kept his mouth shut as he fidgeted uncomfortably in place. Her question wasn’t undue, namely because all varieties of equines on Earth were little more than simple-minded animals, but giving her an answer that didn’t make him look like a degenerate would be an exceedingly tall order. While he desperately struggled to come up with something - anything to say that would justify his response, she backed away and snickered. “H…hey,” he huffed, “it’s not…” The instant he looked over at her, the words died in his throat. Luna was standing just out of arm’s reach, only a few feet away, and she’d hiked her dress back up to her waist. He didn’t know what was more jarring - the fact that she, an ageless Princess, was flashing her panties at him or that the bulge in her underwear was markedly larger than it had been mere moments prior. Shifting one hand, she delicately patted the gargantuan swell at her groin. “Would I be wrong to presume this may play some part in why you like stallions?” He couldn’t answer, no matter how hard he tried, and neither could he tear his eyes off her nethers. Without undressing her and getting closer, it would be impossible to gauge exactly how much heat she was packing - still, he could tell her package was profound. Fighting the urge to step closer, to fall to his knees and bury his face in her goods, he glanced up when the familiar hum of magic crept to his ears. “I believe I’ve earned myself a little break,” she chirped, “and I have just the little human who can help me.” He was given no time to reply. In a flash of light and pop of displaced air, his surroundings changed. One second, he’d been in the study - the next, he found himself standing in Luna’s room. The Princess was still with him, remaining in the same position throughout the instantaneous traversal, but she didn’t stay still for long. Nonchalantly bringing one hand behind her back, she grinned. “Yes, a bit of relaxation would do me a world of good - you know, now that I have somepony who’s eager to help me.” Following her gaze, Alex looked down and made another startling revelation. At some point or another, his libido had surpassed his conscious mind. The damp, tented fabric over his crotch struggled to restrain his manhood, and his arousal had not gone unnoticed. He opened his mouth and peered back at her, determined to apologize for acting in such an uncouth way, moments before her dress soft sailed over and landed on his face. “If you’re half as perverted as you claim to be, having lascivious thought about beasts, I wonder what lengths you’d go to to serve a regal stallionhood,” she cooed as she bent over and drew her panties down her thighs. When she stood back up, having swiftly stripped out of her dress and unmentionables, Alex went rigid in more ways than one. He’d always accepted that he was gay, only having the most fleeting interest in women over the years, but Luna had single-handedly turned that fact on its head in an instant. Muscular but feminine, intimidating yet alluring, she was the definition of a goddess, and she had the endowment to prove it. His eyes trailed down the valley of her breasts, over her abs, and ultimately came to rest on her cock. Good fucking god - to say she was hung like a horse wasn’t an exaggeration. Every instinct he had screamed at him to fall on his knees and worship her, to submit himself to her in any way imaginable, and it was more than he could possibly bear. He took a small step forward, followed by a second and a third, until he was less than a foot away from her. Her sheer size and the commanding aura of her presence dominated the room - nevertheless, he hesitated. She was an alicorn and a diarch, one of the nigh-omnipotent sisters that ruled Equestria, and he couldn’t just have a wild, spontaneous fling with her ~ right? It couldn’t be this easy ~ could it? Backing away, he tore his eyes off her equipment and stared up at her face. “If this is a trick, I -” Pop In the blink of an eye, and hearing only the faintest sound of magic, his clothes exploded - literally exploded off his body. Were it not for the sensation of cool air against his bare flesh, paired with an amused titter from his oversized, overendowed host, he wouldn’t have believed what had just happened - hell, he still might not believe it. To discover that Princess Luna, one of the most beauteous mares in all the land, had a cock that would put most stallions to shame was bonkers, yet it was as real as the pair of hands that came to rest on his shoulders. “Might I suggest,” Luna began as she gently pushed him downward, “you open with a bit of an appetizer.” Alex’s knees buckled for a moment before he gradually snake into a deep, splay-legged squat. Why she had a dick, how she was being so relaxed about all this, what this would mean for his job and budding friendship with her - none of those mattered. Bringing himself face to face with her dangling length, he licked his lips. Fuck it - there was no sense holding himself back. One of the first purchases he’d made for himself in Equestria was a dildo, a big, beastly thing supposedly cast from some renown porn star, but it paled in comparison to the size of Luna’s tool. He drifted forward slowly, reached out with trembling hands, and reverently clutched her godly shaft. “Such a little pervert,” she cooed as he shied back and hefted her length. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been dreaming of doing this.” With his mouth watering, Alex numbly nodded his head. “Uh…uh-huh…” As he brought her stallionhood up to his lips and stared down her shaft, his pucker twitched in a mixture of fear and anticipation. Even with plenty of warm up, he had no doubt that she could utterly destroy him, demolishing his backside and ruining him for any stallions he may meet in the future. A part of him, the sane part, told him that he shouldn’t be a slave to his lust, yet another, far stronger portion of himself, the deepest, darkest desires he’d kept buried for years on end, spurred him on. Luna flexed her groin and caused her cock to jerk upward as she expectantly rested her hands on her hips. “Suck it…” The two simple words erased that little self-restraint he had left. None of this made sense, from how they’d gone from casually chatting to naked in her bedchamber to why she had a dick, but the absurdity of it all did nothing to hinder his excitement. Closing his eyes and giving a sensual moan, he began making out with the fist-size cock-head. Salty, earthy flavors danced over his taste buds while an intoxicating aroma tickled his sinuses. He could tell that she hadn’t bathed since getting up, her musk so potent as to nearly make him lightheaded, although he didn’t mind - on the contrary, he was grateful for it. The bouquet of her loins was a unique blend of femininity and masculinity, having the appeal of both in concert, and it alone would have been enough to inspire him to get off. Contentedly humming, she brought one hand to his head and glided her fingers through his hair. “So how many of my guards have you serviced?” He stopped and pulled back to peek up at her. “N…none…” His reply must have taken her by surprise, because a stunned expression dawned on her face. “You jest.” Continuing to gently stroke her with both hands, unable to touch his fingers and thumbs together around her girth, he shook his head. “No, I -” “Good,” she snorted. “The soldiery are well trained, but they lack the refined taste and gentle touch of a mare. You will continue to abstain from doing anything unprofessional with the stallions within the castle - actually, no, you will abstain from doing anything unprofessional with any stallions period ~ understood?” Her tone was soft but concealed a hard edge. If she was joking with him by saying he was to remain celibate, she was doing a poor job of it. Nearly falling back when she bucked her hips and ground her cock against his face, smearing pre-cum across his cheek, he picked up where he’d left off by tonguing and deeply kissing the tip of her length. “Good boy,” she snickered. Left to venerate her, he opened his mouth and worked his lips around her profound cock-head. He was no slouch with oral, having gone so far as to fellate toys and a few guys on earth, but attempting to suck her off was like going from the little leagues to an all star professional arena. Would that his determination be enough to choke on her, he would have done so in a heartbeat - regrettably, the limitations of his body would only allow him to do so much. As he leaned slightly to one side, he eyed her monstrous coin purse. Easily as large as a pair of softballs, her nuts were massive. Judging from what she’d said earlier, flippantly mentioning her woeful lack of amorous pursuits, he had to believe she was sitting on enough foal-batter to knock some lucky woman or mare up several times over. He may not have had a womb, but the mere idea of her filling his ass with her pent-up seed drove him positively wild. Filling his lungs, he steadied himself and rammed his head forward. There would be no way for him to swab his throat with her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. With his jaw open as far as it would allow, he tensed when her hand tightened around the base of his head. As he peeked upward and met her eyes, a cold pit formed in his stomach. Luna took a broad stance and grinned. “Allow me to help.” With glacial strength and speed, she drove her hips forward. While she gradually forced her shaft to and down his gullet, conflict raged within him. His survival instincts pleaded for him to tap out, as his fiery passion implored him to stay. He’d been wrong, there was a way he could throat her, although it would require her to do just as she was doing now - taking charge. Stepping one leg over his shoulder, she eventually hilted herself, gave a dark chuckle, and started thrusting. Her incredible stature and sublime build would have been enough to overpower him without any effort whatsoever, and that wasn’t taking her arcane might into account, yet there was almost a playfulness to her actions. He was her toy, a plaything of happenstance, and she was going to relish using him. Alex gagged as tears rolled down his cheeks. What little air he could get was taken in hasty sips when she withdrew, his mind teetered on the verge of panic, and he couldn’t have gotten away from her if he tried. As he peered up at her, past her mountainous, gently swaying bust, a revelation struck him. That’s right, there was something he could do. Be it from his lack of oxygen, the lunacy of the situation, or a combination of the two, he brought his hands around her upper thighs and fiercely grabbed her backside. Seeing as how he was totally at her mercy, it only made sense that he should prove his fealty to her. Slowing nearly to a halt, Luna faltered. “So this was what you were hoping for all along ~ eh? Well then, considering how eager you are, allow me to indulge you…” The moment she finished speaking, she hastened her pace. What had been long, relaxed thrusts transitioned into furious pistoning as she skull-fucked him with reckless abandon. The taste of fresh air was a bitter memory, his eyes wouldn’t stop watering, and his lungs burned, yet he’d never been more turned on in his entire life. To think that a woman, even an exquisitely well-endowed one, could be so ferocious in bed was mind-blowing, and it made Alex reconsider his standing on a great many things. Could there be more mares like Luna out there? Would she keep him as her personal sex pet after this? Was she always this passionate? A multitude of questions bubbled about in his brain, although they were eclipsed by a burning need to serve her. As he went to reach for his aching cock, a tingling sensation washed over his arms. He couldn’t see it - hell, he couldn’t see much of anything other than Luna’s abs, but something was preventing him from jacking off. It was only when he saw a faint glow around her horn that the pieces of the puzzle came together. “Ah ah,” she chastised while wagging a finger. “Good sluts only cum when they’re - Nnnph - allowed to…” Unable to do anything but act as her cock-sheath, Alex focused his efforts on trying to remain conscious. He’d never done much to practice holding his breath, and he immediately regretted that. While he rocked forward and back, feeling his lips rhythmically stretch around Luna’s girthy medial ring, the corners of his vision darkened. Time became a blur as his grasp on reality grew tenuous. Luna wasn’t a cruel mare, not that he’d ever seen, but this wasn’t the Luna he was acquainted with. Mired in what he could only describe as a rut-lust, the primal need to satiate herself, she grunted while beating her balls against his chin - that was, until everything came to a screeching halt. Without any warning whatsoever, Luna backed away and unsheathed her titanic length. Her hide glistened in sweat, her chest rose and fell heavily, and pre-cum drooled from her monstrous stallionhood as she turned and strutted over to her bed. No sooner did she crawl onto her mattress and flip onto her back, leaving her slickened length to stand like a monolith, did Alex understand what was expected of him. Despite the soreness in his jaw and his quaking muscles, he pushed himself up and wandered over to her. She hadn’t cum, and she was clear that he had a job to do. Even if she wasn’t a demigod ruler, a she-stud of her caliber deserved nothing less than a lover who was bold and skilled enough to please her. She shifted and sent power into her horn when went to join her on the bed. “A moment…” Alex shivered as a wave of electricity, or something akin to it, shrieked through his system. The feeling was odd and far from unpleasant, though it was enough to make him wary. Unicorn magic was capable of a great many things, yet he saw nor felt any overt changes to himself when he hastily looked himself over. “It’ll ensure you’re a bit more…” she paused and thoughtfully waved a hand. “It’ll make things more comfortable for you.” His heart leapt hearing her explanation. He’d been right, she was just as caring as ever! With the smallest exertion of her magic, she’d prepped and modified him for a task that would have been herculean for even the most whorish size-queens! With renewed vigor, he clambered up to her size, swung a leg over her midsection, and rose to his knees above her twitching stallionhood. It would have been an honor to take her in any position she chose, but there was something humbling about being given the opportunity to ride him. She’d been the one to kick things off, resizing his esophagus while giving a show of force, and now it was his time to shine. Keeping his eyes on her face, he swung one arm back, blindly clutched her cock, and lowered his waist. Feeling her cock-head press against his hole, he steadied himself. He’d been dreaming about this for nearly as long as he’d been in Equestria - sure, his fantasies hadn’t involved a big-dicked she-stud of a Princess, but it was close enough to count! As he slowly exhaled and eased his weight down, assuming it would take some monumental effort to get the blunt tip of her stallionhood into himself, his pucker smoothly swallowed her length. The intrusion was so effortless that it left him nonplussed. Holy hell - regardless of whether or not his fling with Luna was a one-time thing, he was going to have to find a way to recreate the enchantment she’d cast on him. Lower and lower he crept, gradually filling himself with inch after inch of supremely girthy cock, until he seated himself on her and smugly wiggled his tush. If there was any discomfort from having something as big as his arm in his ass, it was surpassed by unfathomable amounts of physical and psychological bliss. The sensation of fullness her dick afforded, how her medial ring had scraped over his prostate, the view of her - in short, he was in heaven. Driven upward and shaken from his blissful reverie by a small buck of her hips, he leaned in, placed his hands on her tits, and started fucking himself on her. Luna smiled broadly as she reached out and caressed his cheek. “There you go. Honestly, had I the faintest idea you were into this, I would have hired you as my concubine instead of my assistant.” “I…I can do b…both,” Alex sputtered while pounding his ass on her. She didn’t feel good - she felt phenomenal. The harder he rode her, the hotter the fires of his passion burned - the hotter the fires of his passion became, the more difficult it was to control himself. Dipping his head and bringing his face to one of her breasts, he suckled on her teat while delicately twisting her other nipple in his hand. Luna trembled and gave a low, guttural groan. She may have been in a league of her own, but she had desires like any other mare - figuratively speaking. Nearly intoxicated from the fact that he was pleasing her, making a creature vastly superior to himself, he milked her profound stallionhood with everything he had. She might have had him on the ropes with the oral, but now he was the one calling the thoughts - or so he thought. Like twin serpents, her hands glided up his thighs, over his hips, and up to his waist. On and on he went, only slowing to shift and nurse on her other breast, until her fingers sank into his flesh. Lifting his head and finding her staring down at him with the same, imperious look she’d had only a few minutes prior, a chill ran up his spine. Bending her legs and planting her feet on the mattress, she made a makeshift backrest for him from her thighs. “Sit up…” He obeyed her without question, righting himself and leaning against her. Her first thrust took him unawares, her second filled him with glee, and each buck of her hips after that felt better than the last. Fucking himself on her could have - would have been enough to elate him, but he wouldn’t deny that having her take charge and screw his brains out was what he truly yearned for. Slipping his hands behind his head, he got her rhythm down and moved in tune with her. He could only imagine the sight of them, the disparity of their sizes made all the more provocative by the fact that he was a guy, and he could have kicked himself for not bringing a camera. While he whimpered and moaned atop her, inching closer and closer to his release, she brought one hand around to his belly. He peeked down at himself and went motionless. As clear as the sun on a cloudless sky, the imprint of Luna’s stallionhood was visible in his abdomen. He could see everything, from the shape of her cock-head to how hard she was throbbing, and the sight erased any self-composure he had left. With things having gone well past the point of sanity, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. “Fuck me,” he breathed while clenching around her. Flashing her teeth, Luna grabbed his hips once again. “With pleasure…” And just like that, she unleashed her full potential. He tried to keep up at first, throwing himself down to meet her bucking hips, but it was no use. In a matter of seconds, she proved that her carnal might was not to be trifled with. As he was blinded by rapture that he could barely comprehend, ropes of jizz sailed from his semi-erect, flailing cock. “Good - Huff - boy,” she huffed, plowing him like it was the last thing she’d ever do. “Perhaps - Nnnf - I’ll get a pretty little outfit for you to - Mnnn - wear from now on…” Wading through what was easily the most powerful climax of his life, Alex was beset by visions of himself done up like a maid. To hell with it - if she wanted to promote him from her aid to her personal cock-holster, he’d take the offer in a heartbeat. After what she’d done, quite literally fucking the cum out of him, she’d earned to have him as a concubine. His first orgasm was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, as he was overcome with incomprehensible ecstasy. Time became an illusion, the waking world seemed like a dream he never wished would end, and still she didn’t slow - if anything, she only rutted him harder and faster as their tryst went on. He scarcely noticed falling onto his back, and he genuinely couldn’t say how he’d ended up there, yet he found her looming over him while locking him into a deep, intense mating press. He’d read about the position many times, a variation of missionary where one’s legs were driven up to the sides of their head, but the stories didn’t do it justice. It was the epitome of subjugation, domination at its finest, and he loved every rapturous second of it. Squealing out like a whore, he painted his chest and the underside of her cleavage with the final shots of his jizz. Apparently his climax was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or maybe it was just serendipity - in either case, Luna hilted, threw her head back, and gave a roar of conquest that surely woke half of Canterlot. He’d figured she could cum buckets, particularly if she’d been blue balled for an extensive period of time, although he couldn’t have guessed how appropriate his appraisal of her was. Pints of thick, virile cream surged through her pulsing length, stretching his quivering, stuffed hole and flooding his depths like a tsunami, while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Though his seed was spent, he climaxed right alongside her. His limbs went slack and lifeless, all he could smell was the scent of her sweat and musk, and his mind waded into a haze of pure ecstasy. No matter what happened after this, irrespective of whether they became an item or not, he had a sense that nothing and nobody would ever come close to the rapture she delivered. The world spun as released his legs, crashed to her side, and rolled onto her back. The transition would have been jarring if he hadn’t nearly been in a coma, but he was too exhausted and lost to his euphoria to give a damn about it. Draped atop her like a lifeless doll, his torso softly rose and fell as she heaved air into her chest. “T…that was incredible,” she wheezed. With a quaking hand, she lovingly stroked his back. “W…was it good for you?” Shakily lifting his head from her cleavage, he gazed up at her and grunted. He could barely think, much less speak or move, so he hoped his unintelligible response, as well all of his cum that was slathered on her abs and chest, was a clear enough answer for her. As she smiled down at him, he dreamily grinned and touched a hand to her cheek. She slid one hand down his side and to his bloated, gurgling belly. “I was serious about the change of uniform, but I’ll understand if you don’t want to -” “S…slutty,” he rasped, cutting her off. Meeting her stunned gaze, he gave a single nod of his head. “If we’re - Cough - gonna do this, get me something slutty to wear - something you’d like to see me prancing around in.” Beaming down at him, she folded her wings over his back. “I’ll see what I can arrange.” It would be in poor taste for him to traipse about the castle wearing anything too revealing, but it was a fun thought - plus it was in no state of mind to consider it too seriously. Surrendering himself to her, he weakly hugged her torso and closed his eyes. Yeah - coming to Equestria was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and something told him that his real adventures were just beginning…

the starchaser

563352

Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Tantabus,Dark,Drama,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence

The Price of Redemption (Does she even deserve it?)

Luna is forced to confront the depth of her past mistakes and the overwhelming burden of her remorse. In this darker take on the episode, Luna’s battle with her inner (?) demons takes a toll that Equestria won’t soon forget.

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<p>Luna stared helplessly, her heart wracked with despair as the weight of hundreds of dreams tightened on her horn. How could she forgive herself when the past was an unchangeable testament to her failure? Her thoughts twisted in a spiral of self-recrimination.</p><p>Her mistakes loomed large, a shadow she could never outrun.</p><p>-</p><p>Basically the canon:<br/>M6: So, Luna, if the big evil smoke monster feeds off you feeling bad about what your trangressions as a villian, which is all in the past by the way in case you don't know, you just gotta stop feeling bad for what you did! Because we already forgave you!<br/>Luna: Oh goodness gracious, why didn’t I think about that! Okay!</p><p>Screw the canon.</p><p>Screw cartoon logic. Author decides to deviate from the canon.</p><p>This is what really happened.</p>

teen

2024-08-13T20:46:16+00:00

2024-08-19T22:21:51+00:00

In the swirling chaos of the dreamscape, Princess Luna struggled to maintain her grip on reality. Shadows danced around the dreamscape. Ominous. Unrelenting. The Tantabus loomed ever larger over the valiantly fighting citizens of Ponyville. It was relentless. Luna felt their struggle. Her strength wavered with each passing moment. She blasted another strand of magic to tighten her hold on the dreams. “I cannot hold this dream together much longer,” she called out, her voice straining with effort. “Equestria will fall because of me.” The admission hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow of doom that sent a chill through everypony within vicinity. “Am I crazy, or did it just get even bigger after Luna said that?” Spike called over his shoulder to Twilight, who had taken position next to the visibly struggling princess. Twilight’s mind whirred with realization, her eyes wide with understanding. “I think it’s eating off your guilt, Princess Luna!” The weight of her own remorse bore down on Luna like a physical force as the realization struck her as well. “If that is so, then perhaps that is how it grew strong enough to escape in the first place!” She gulped as she watched the Tantabus visibly grow at that moment. She could almost feel its triumph as it fed on her guilt. “Say what now?” Applejack’s incredulity broke through the tension, a reminder of the stakes they faced. Luna could only watch helplessly as the Tantabus tore a hole into the nightsky. The real world shimmered, her sister’s sun shining on the other side. She grit her teeth. “I created the Tantabus to give myself the same nightmare every night,” each word was like a shard piercing her heart. “To punish myself for the evil I caused as Nightmare Moon.” Fluttershy’s gentle voice carried a compassion that Luna struggled to accept. “But why would you do that?” “To make sure I never forgave myself for how much Equestria suffered because of me,” Luna bit out, voice heavy with tension. “But it seems I have not learned my lesson, for now I have only made you suffer more.” The weight of her words settled over the group like a mental shroud. The fight picked up as the Tantabus began to walk through the tore it created. Twilight seized upon a thread of hope. “But that means you might just be the key to stopping all this!” “Yeah, if it gets strong because you feel bad about what you did as Nightmare Moon, then you just gotta stop feeling bad for what you did,” Rainbow yelled with her characteristic bluntness as she circled the Tantabus in the air. Luna’s stared helplessly, her heart wraught with despair and breath heaving as the weight of hundreds of dreams tightened on her horn. Oh, if only it were that simple. How could she forgive herself when the past was an unchangeable testament to her failure? Her thoughts twisted in a spiral of self-recrimination. It was more than an obligation; it was a duty, a debt she could never repay. Her mistakes loomed large, an ever-present reminder that she should be doing more, should have done more. The past was a shadow she could not outrun. “How can I forgive myself?” Luna cried out, her vision blurred with tears. “I am no better now than I was then. My creation is about to turn the world into a living nightmare!” living nightmare living nightmare living nightmare … Despair enwrapped Luna, blocking out everything else. In the midst of her turmoil, she vaguely heard Twilight’s voice, a distant reassurance about how she was no longer Nightmare Moon, and to trust them. “— look at what you're doing!” Twilight continued, her voice clear and steady. “Nightmare Moon would have wanted the Tantabus to turn Equestria into a nightmare. You're doing everything you can to stop it. Don’t you see?” Luna did not see. Her mind was a storm, her inner voice harsh and unforgiving. It’s an obligation, a necessity to make amends. Every attempt to change felt inadequate, a futile effort against an insurmountable tide. Twilight pressed on, her sincerity piercing through the fog of Luna’s despair. “Don’t you see? You’re not the same pony you were then. Everypony who knows you knows that Nightmare Moon is in the past.” Luna tried to shake her head. “We all trust you, Luna. Do you trust us enough to believe we’re right?” Luna managed a sad smile at Twilight’s hopeful expression, her heart aching with the weight of their faith. “I do,” she whispered, but the words felt hollow, a fragile hope in the face of her overwhelming guilt. The Tantabus, sensing her doubt, grew more menacing, its presence an oppressive force. Luna felt its pull, a dark promise of absolution through surrender. “You’re wrong about one thing, though, Twilight,” Luna said, her voice tinged with sorrow as her resolve hardened. “I’m not doing everything I can to stop it. There’s one last thing I can do.” The Tantabus paused at the brink, and Luna could feel its piercing stare, could sense its anticipation. Tears welled in her eyes, each one a testament to the burden she carried. The Tantabus hovered at the brink, as if waiting for her final act of defiance. “The Tantabus will never be satisfied,” Luna continued, lifting her head high, a courage borne of necessity as she yelled over Twilight’s protests. “But there is one thing I can give it so it doesn’t make the world a living nightmare.” The Tantabus can’t have Equestria, but it can have her. She wouldn’t let it turn Equestria into a waking nightmare, but she could offer up something better. It desired not just her dreams but her waking world too. If she gave it everything, it would spare Equestria. The Tantabus definitely knew it even before Luna uttered the words, but she said it anyway. “Take me!” The effect was almost instantaneous. The citizens gasped as the possessed books and demons all around town turned towards her and surged at once. With a final, heart-wrenching scream, Luna released her hold on the dreams as the Tantabus engulfed her body as she surrendered her consciousness completely to the darkness. The dreamscape shimmered, colors swirling and blending into a beautiful, ethereal display of light. It casted a mesmerizing glow across the dream world. If one could ignore the sorrow of Luna’s sacrifice, it would seem a breathtaking sight. As their dreams faded, the ponies awoke suddenly, finding themselves back in reality. The sun shone brightly through the windows of Twilight’s chambers, casting a warm glow across the room. But as they looked around, the Mane 6 saw Luna lying on the floor, her body drenched in sweat, her expression one of peace and torment intertwined. They gathered around her, concern etched on their faces as they looked at her sleeping form. Fluttershy gently tapped Luna’s cheek, but when there was no response, she looked sadly at the others and shook her head. Rainbow grunted in frustration, rattling Twilight’s bedframe with a kick of her hoof. Applejack held her hat against her chest, face somber as she dipped her head. The weight of Luna’s sacrifice settled over them all as they looked around at each other, a heavy silence washing over the group. Equestria was safe, but the cost had been immeasurable.

Warpony72

563358

Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Comedy,Science Fiction,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Star Trek,Profanity

Astroship 1337

The bold tale of a starship as it explores new horizons and meets new challenges!

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<p>Space…the final frontier.  These are the voyages of the astroship <u>Venture</u>.  It’s five year mission; to seek out new life and new civilizations.  To boldly go where no being has gone before!</p><p>They will find new worlds, new forms of life, make contact with fantastic beings and see wonderous things never imagined by the denizens of the world Faust...</p><p>There's just a few, small details that need to get worked out first...</p><p>Written for the Equestria at War 2024 Writing Contest &quot;A Long Time Away!&quot;</p><p>Cover art by AmiShy!</p>

teen

2024-08-14T00:21:01+00:00

2024-08-14T07:18:39+00:00

Stardate 3198.4-3201.7 Braddock Star System USS Venture The astroship slid through the black blanket of stars, searching ahead for the coordinates they’d been ordered to. All to receive a particular transmission from Astroforce Command, one supposedly of the utmost urgency and secrecy. But while Captain Cheerilee Berk, pegasus of great courage and renown, may have had her cautious side, she trusted her crew and knew that orders were orders. And so, the USS Venture slid into position in the empty Braddock system, prepared to receive and decode this transmission. It was her Science Officer that decoded the message. Where Cheerilee was brave and bold and ready to give any enemy of the Alliance of Sovereign Worlds a black eye, Varrick the star dragon was reserved, logical and always analyzing the situation with a cool, calm head. The only alien on board the mostly Faustian-crewed vessel, Varrick never let his foreign nature affect his work, and to their credit her crew of crack professionals gave the native of Cthonia all due respect. Varrick rose from the seat, sliding over the safety rail with his dark green serpentine body (that Cheerilee had more than once fantasized about wrapping around her own body) before taking position next to the command chair. “Captain,” he said in a level tone, presenting her a datachip reader. “I have that transmission decoded for you. Highest priority, from Astroforce Command.” “Excellent!” Captain Berk proclaimed, springing from her seat to take the reader. “Mister Sootu, you have the conn!” “Aye, Captain,” said the strong, confident tone of the kirin officer. “I have the conn.” Cheerilee proceeded to take exactly three steps away from her command chair with Varrick, his blue Science Division uniform clashing with her own golden Command Division uniform, though neither gave much thought to fashion at this pivotal moment. The captain examined the message with a serious candor, shifting her position every few seconds. “It’s as we’ve feared,” she said. “Peace talks with the Terran Empire have broken down. The chances of war are...rising every hour. Great Trot! And after we’d...just settled things down with the...Changeling Imperium!” “Grave news,” said Varrick stoically, seemingly immune to his captain’s ever shifting waves of emotions. “What are your orders, Captain?” “Our orders are; to proceed to Braddock Prime and...keep the Terrans from claiming it...as a forward staging ground.” Cheerilee’s face hardened as she struck a determined pose. “For the sake of peace, we’ll have to go straight into harm’s way! Mister Sootu!” “Aye Captain!” “Plot a course for Braddock Prime, maximum rainboom speed!” “Aye Captain!” Cheerilee returned to her command chair, Varrick back to his science station as Sootu proceeded to press the same six buttons in alternating patterns. The rest of the crew continued with their work in the background, never changing despite the new orders, their voices barely above a murmur. Finally, the kirin looked back. “Course laid in, Captain.” “Venture, onwards!” Captain Cheerilee Berk declared, one hoof thrust forwards towards the viewscreen. In an instant, all the stars disappeared as the multi-colored effect of their rainboom drives took them to faster than lightning speed, soaring away to cross the system. But their trip was not to go smoothly, for as soon as they dropped back into normal space and the ship stopped shaking, the vessel abruptly rocked under impact. “Captain!” cried her Communications Officer Zuhura (who for some reason hadn’t been the one to decode the transmission). The Operations Division red-clad zebra leaned over from her communications station, holding a hoof up to the grossly oversized earpiece clad to her head. “We’re receiving a transmission from a Terran battlecruiser! It’s hailing us!” “Red alert!” Cheerilee hollered. “Beamers to full power! Call down to Engineering, tell Tonto to give me...full arcane shields! Then signal Medical and...tell Mackerel to expect wounded!” The crew leapt to her commands, even as the ship rocked once more under assault. A random panel exploded in a shower of sparks and a pony vaulted over a railing, though no one was injured. But Captain Berk wasn’t worried. Her buffalo chief engineer and hippogriff chief medical officer were both the best Astrofleet Command had to offer. And, as she had come to expect from her elite crew, the Venture stabilized and ceased shaking and the alarms went silent, though the red lights kept flashing. Satisfied, Cheerilee pointed a hoof at the viewscreen. “Bring up the...Terran ship.” It was an ugly thing, a hammerhead shaped hulk with bulging engine pods and big, bulky plating, built only for the purpose of destruction. It didn’t even use crystal weapons, but big solid slug cannons like archaic artillery. Horrendous to the astroship’s hull without their arcane barriers up, but unable to penetrate now they were raised. Cheerilee sneered at the ugly monstrosity in front of her. “Zuhura! Put their hail...through on screen!” And sure enough, on screen appeared the Terrans. They stood upright all the time, their pale hairless faces and squinting eyes causing her to flinch. Their commander had some fur on top of his head, but otherwise he was quite bare. His bridge was dark, tinged in red light. Across his chest was a bandolier of solid slug rounds and a massive knife, and the icon of the Terran Empire embossed proudly onto his breastplate. She knew this Terran, they had met before. “Overlord Axel Schmidt!” she snarled. “Captain Cheerilee Berk, we meet again!” the Terran crowed, lifting a claw (no, she reminded herself. A hand, they were called, like minotaurs had) and brandishing a slugthrower. “I should have known you would be here! The Empire’s spies informed me of your orders before you even knew them!” “I am here on the business...of the Alliance of Sovereign Worlds, Overlord!” Cheerilee hissed back with vigor. Behind her, the crew had all paused in their duties to stare at the viewscreen as well, motionless. “I will not allow the...Empire to seize another world with their vicious aggression!” ”Then you shall have to defeat me to stop me, Captain!” the Terran thundered. ”In glorious battle! Come, we shall have our epic fight to the death at last for the fate of-” “Coolie?” September 12th, 1037 Gulf Studio HQ, Prancisco, Coltfoalnia Republic of Equestria “Coolie!” Screenwriter Coolie Jeepers (former Royal Marine, radio newscaster and pharmacist) jumped in his chair, spinning his head around to spot the head of one of the most important ponies in his life poking into his office. A smile split his muzzle as he willed his startled heart to settle down from his frantic gallop, gesturing as he did so. “Berry! Come on in! Ah golly, ya caught me off-guard!” He set the stapled bundle that was his script draft down on the desk, gesturing to his friend and executive producer. Berry Gelato (former RAF combat pilot, commercial aviator, policemare, freelance writer and now successful showrunner) did so, closing it behind her as she came in. She frowned, the worried expression tugging at her brow. She could have been pretty if she’d given much care to her appearance, her tawny coat a little unkempt and somewhat shaggy in a few areas, mane starting to go a bit gray at the roots (though Coolie was pretty sure his was getting that way too), but she always seemed to leap to her next project instead of really taking time to take care of herself. Still, one could hardly argue with the results. “Is this a bad time?” she asked, sounding worried as her horn glowed, her golden magic aura tucking some of her errant locks behind an ear. But Coolie waved a hoof. “Never. Pull up a chair, sit and jaw a spell. I was just re-reading my script draft. I don’t know how, but I always find something to go back and fix every time.” “Actually, that’s just what I wanted to come talk to you about,” Berry said, tugging the chair out as she took the offered seat, her rumpled suit getting a bit more unorderly. “I just went over your draft for the episode and, well, I have some concerns.” “Oh yeah? What kind?” Coolie replied offhoofedly, his mind already turning to the paper book on his desk and the typewriter behind him. He already had a few more ideas of what to fix. “Coolie, did you talk with Deecee Foaledo? I just had a chat with her and she-” “Ah, who cares what Deecee says? We’ve already done Space Changelings in that rip off of ‘Enemy Below’, it’s time to shake things up a little!” Coolie remarked, his tone still jovial but with a little edge in his voice. He had indeed already spoken to Deecee about his creation before Berry got a look at the script, but this wasn’t the first time he and the story editor had come to harsh words about a script before. “Coolie, we have to care what Deecee says, she’s part of the team. You remember what teamwork is, right?” “Alright, alright Berry. Fine. What was your concern?” “Concerns,” the mare corrected. “As in multiple. Not problems, mind you. I just have a few things to point out.” “Shoot, go for it,” Coolie said, flipping open the script to follow along. “So, these…Terrans things.” “Pretty cool, right? Did a lot of research for those.” “Did you, Coolie? According to your notes, they’re hairless apes with a thirst for war and come from a militaristic Empire. First of all, what are these things anyway? This description makes it sound like you want us to hire and shave a bunch of yeti actors. Are you serious?” “What? How many homes in the Storm Kingdom do we broadcast to?” Berry sighed in aggravation. “None of any consequence, but that’s not my point. We have to do some snap auditions, and get some new makeup artists in. Also, that name. Terrans?” “Yeah,” Coolie said, feeling his excitement spike again. “Remember that one stallion you were pals with back in the LPPD? Prickly Thorn?” Berry blinked, clearly not understanding his point. Coolie, his excitement still alive and flickering, energetically urged her on. “I designed the name after him! Thorn! Tha-orn. Teh-arhn. Ter-rahn. Terran!” “Coolie, the world ‘terra’ also means ‘dirt.’” “Ah, c’mon!” the stallion objected, flipping forward in his script. “Their word for it is ‘Earth!’ Sounds a lot more dramatic, don’t you think?” “Also, an aggressive Empire? Coolie, it’s one thing to phrase the changelings as bad guys in space, but do we really want to piss off half the Griffonian continent too?” “There’s been evil empires other than them,” Coolie objected, standing strong in the face of Berry’s own tired but obstinate glare. “Besides, what do we care about making the Empire mad? First yetis, now griffons. Are you gonna be afraid of making the goats of Azir angry now? Or the commies?” “Coolie, this isn’t supposed to be accusatory.” Berry sighed, closing her copy of the script up again. “‘Astroship’ is supposed to be all about the unifying spirit of exploring the stars, of answering the question of what’s out there. The Empire, in its wisdom, could easily shut down our studio in Skyfall, and then that’s it. No more broadcasts in Griffonia. That’s gotta be more important than poking at the Empire or the Storm Kingdom.” Coolie sighed, rubbing a hoof over his eyes. He hated it when Berry got like this, all ideological crusader on him. Not because he thought she was nagging him or because he disagreed, but because he had a hard time disagreeing with her and tended to go back and change things after he had come round on whatever it was they were talking about. Sensing the need to change topics, Berry returned to her notes, leafing through the papers to find something else to talk about. Coolie felt his heart drop at the same time his temper flared. Did she really have that many problems with the script? For Celestia’s sake, why had she had him write the thing if she was going to just poke holes in it? Finally, however, she stopped on the third page as something appeared to stick out to her. “And another thing; do we really need the sexual tension between Birk and Varrick? It feels kind of forced.” Coolie groaned. “Aw, c’mon Berry! Sex sells, so why not? It’s not the 20s anymore, we can talk about that stuff on air again! You watch all the romance stuff that’s in pictures these days, there’s no heat, no passion. It’s just a mare falling all over the stallion while he stoically stares off into the distance!” “And I don’t want us getting shut down for public indecency!” Berry retorted. “We’re already pushing it with some of these other pairings Birk gets into. I’m all for her being a mare of the world, but-” Coolie snickered, caught off-guard by the phrase. “Mare of the world? Is that what we’re calling her?” “Focus, please!” Berry snapped, her exhaustion and irritation merging together for a moment before she settled back down again, flipping through her pages again before sighing. “Look, maybe just take some of these suggestions to heart? I think we can get something great with this episode, and I don’t want it getting strangled by some amateur mistake.” “Okay, fine,” Coolie grunted, waving a hoof to appease her. “I’ll see what I can do with it. Maybe go talk to Deecee again. When do you need the next draft?” “By Friday, if possible,” Berry said, standing and tucking the pad away again. “I don’t want to pressure you, but we do need to get started on the sets and auditions as soon as you’re done.” “Yeah, yeah,” Coolie dejectedly muttered, flipping the script open as he started reading it again from the beginning, trying to see what could be done to get the desired effect. He’d have to go find Deecee, have another argument with her. This was starting to look like yet another night with him, Mrs. Coffee and Mr. Typewriter until the unholy hours. He heard the door open again, and part of his mind waited for its closing. But several seconds passed by, and he heard nothing. Glancing up, he wondered if Berry had left the door ajar. But no, the mare still stood there, watching him with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher. Frowning, he set the script down. “You okay, Berry?” She started, as if caught off guard (most likely deep in thought) before surprising him with a tired but genuine smile. “Look…it’s already really good. Don’t go crazy with the edits. I just…it’s really good, and I think we can make it even better. You’re doing great, Coolie. Honest.” And with that, she stepped out at last, the door swinging shut behind her. A bit confused, Coolie glanced down at the script again, pausing in his corrections. A smile flickered over his muzzle once more, and with renewed motivation, he began digging into the script once more. It turned out, Berry was right. When the episode finally aired, it was possibly the best one they’d have for years.

Monochromatic

563362

Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Iris

Faced with having somepony who loves her, Princess Twilight Sparkle struggles with her lack of corporeality.

complete

<p>Faced with having somepony who loves her, Princess Twilight Sparkle struggles with her lack of corporeality. </p><hr/><p>Fluff ficlet set during the first book of The Enchanted Library-verse, in which Twilight is essentially a ghost. It is <span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline">highly recommended</span> you've read at least the first book in the series to get the full impact.</p><p>Beautiful artwork by <a href="https://x.com/SLapearl/status/1821097099444023789" rel="nofollow">Pearl</a>.</p>

everyone

2024-08-14T00:17:27+00:00

2024-08-14T00:17:26+00:00

In the thousand or so years Princess Twilight had been alive, she’d never given love a second thought. It just wasn’t for her, her life too much of a mess to think about sharing it with somepony else. It wasn’t that she’d assumed she’d die alone—not that she could even die at this point, anyway—but she’d always felt she was content with what she had: her mentor and family, once upon a time, and now her books and owls and friends and… Her. Her, who kept upheaving Twilight’s entire life over and over again, first by finding her, then by befriending her, then by giving Twilight a family of friends, and now by… by… “So do forgive me for not simply sitting there and watching as some monster attacks the pony I love!” It had been exactly two days since Rarity’s confession, and it was all Twilight Sparkle could think about, especially now that Rarity was there for the night, lying on a mattress while idly reading a book, completely unaware of the alicorn observing her from a distance. An alicorn who couldn’t help but discreetly bury her face in her hooves, cheeks burning at suddenly remembering said confession. Rarity loved her? It felt impossible to believe, ridiculous almost. Not just that somepony loved Twilight in that way, but that it was Rarity of all ponies, and that Twilight loved her back. And she must because, as previously noted, she hadn’t been able to think of anything but Rarity since the accidental confession. She’d tried to read a book, and all she could think of was how pretty Rarity was. She tried to study her new modern dictionaries, and all she could think of was Rarity’s diction and endearing vocal quirks. Anything she tried to do inevitably took her down Rarity road, and how she loved Twilight, and Twilight loved her and— It was embarrassing to say. Honestly, it was embarrassing to think, but peeking at Rarity from behind her hooves, all Twilight wanted was to kiss her. You’ve never cared about kissing anypony before! she chastised herself. And now suddenly you want to… Aaaah… What would it feel like? It wasn’t even coming from a place of—Her cheeks turned deep red—lust or anything of the sort. It came from a desire to be affectionate in the undeniably real and vulnerable way that only physical affection could be. She wanted to bury herself in Rarity’s chest, to remember what it felt like to be held, to feel safe, to feel relaxed for the first time in a thousand years, but she couldn’t, not now and maybe not ever, and the thought was so agonizing, it was almost torture. “Twilight?” called out Rarity in a sleepy yawn, putting her book down. “Y-Yes?” Twilight teleported in front of the mattress, alert. “What is it?” Rarity smiled softly. “Nothing,” she said. “I just wanted to look at you, is all. Is that alright?” “O-Oh.” Rarity’s smile turned into a grin at the princess’ sudden deep flush. “That’s fine.” “Good!” she exclaimed, radiating so much affection Twilight almost wanted to step back lest she turn hotter than the sun. “What were you doing? Before I called you.” “Thinking.” “Thinking? Thinking what of?” “You,” Twilight replied, and now it was her turn to grin widely, Rarity’s otherwise confident gaze suddenly evasive, her cheeks coloring. “Ah!” Her eyes met Twilight’s. “What about me?” What about Rarity, indeed. “I’d like to try something on you if that’s alright.” Rarity blinked. “…Certainly,” she said, and if Twilight wasn’t nervous, she’d have been touched Rarity trusted her enough to not even inquire what ‘something’ was. Twilight was quiet momentarily, summoning her magic and gently brushing a tendril against Rarity’s cheek. Rarity closed her eyes in response, exhaling a content breath and resting her head on the mattress, enjoying the tender gesture as it continued along. Time slipped by, Twilight carefully brushing her magic over the owner of her heart, wishing it were her own hoof doing so, smoothing the coat that looked so soft and so warm and probably was. Stars, what if she was never able to touch it? The thought became suddenly too much, so she pushed past it, brushing her magic on Rarity’s cheek once again, down her chin, and so close to… so close to her lips, so full and supple and real that Twilight was almost afraid of touching them because to want to do something so badly, so desperately, was surely wrong somehow. But touch them she did, her heart burning when she delicately brushed her magic over Rarity’s lips. Doubtlessly intended as a silly gesture, Rarity responded by mimicking a kiss, her brow scrunching up in faux offense when Twilight’s magic suddenly vanished. “Excuse me!” she exclaimed, opening her eyes, “I was busy kissi—Twilight?” Twilight stepped back, suddenly aware of the tears blurring her eyes. “Sorry,” she stammered, embarrassed, wiping them away. Why was she crying? There was no reason to cry; she should be happy that somepony even loved her at all. “Darling…” Rarity softly said, concern evident in her voice and posture. She sat up slightly, leaving behind her comfortable position, which only made Twilight feel worse. She hated worrying Rarity, and she hated seeing Rarity worried because of her. She hated being a burden again and again, especially when she’d only tried to do something good. Twilight’s horn alighted with magic. “I—“ “Don’t.” Rarity wasn’t angry, but firm, her hoof extending out. “Don’t leave. Stay.” “I wasn’t going to,” Twilight lied, the teleporting spell fizzling out. She was grateful Rarity didn’t call her out on her lie, instead lying back down and patting the spot on the mattress next to her. “Silly. I’m just going to go through it.” “I couldn’t care less.” She laid her head down, her hoof still stretched towards the alicorn. “Come now, Princess.” Twilight let out a shaky laugh, granting Rarity’s desires. She stepped forward, settling down next to the unicorn, her crossed forelegs serving as a little pillow on which to rest her chin. Rarity inched closer, enough that she went through Twilight a little, their muzzles so close they’d be touching if Twilight were physical. “One day, darling,” she whispered gently. “You’ll be free, I promise.” “You don’t know that.” “But I do.” Rarity closed her eyes. “I do when it comes to you.”

Horror Pro5555

563366

Discord,Main 6,Other,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Drama,Sad,Tragedy,Gravity Falls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

A Discordant Decipher

After failing two times to take over the dimension where Dipper and Mabel got lucky he decides to try to take over another universe. That universe is where Equestria resides.

incomplete

<p>Bill Cipher, an inter-dimensional being who had accidentally destroyed his home dimension and attempted to take over another universe. In multiple universes, he won but in one of them, he lost, twice. Now he has to face the facts, he will never take over that universe. So he has to find a dimension, a universe where he can find a planet that is easy to manipulate. No, not a planet, a country, a kingdom! And this kingdom in mind? Equestria.</p><hr/><p>Takes place after the events of “The Book of Bill” by Alex Hirsch.</p><p>My take on Death Battle's Bill Cipher VS Discord.</p>

teen

2024-08-15T04:37:09+00:00

2024-08-18T05:02:49+00:00

"NO, NO. SOMETHING"S WRONG! I CAN SEE INSIDE YOUR MIND. OUR LINK IS WEAKENING! AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR YOU! I SHOWED YOU MY CHILDHOOD! I BROKE THE FOURTH WALL FOR YOU! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?” "IT'S HIM AGAIN ISN'T IT? I KNEW IT!" "HE'S THE ONE WHO TURNED YOU AGAINST ME! THAT FUMBLING IDIOT CON MAN! THAT WEAKER COPY OF SIXER!" "STANLEY!!" "STANLEY!!!!!!!" STANLEY SSSTAAANLLLLLLLLLEEEEEYYYYYYYyyyyy...... Those were the last words before Bill Cipher finished the book when it returned to him. He couldn't believe it, he lost, TWICE. He had once again been defeated by the pines. He didn't understand, why in this universe the pines came on top while in others they had perished. It was becoming clear that it wasn't luck at all. He can't win! His ego quaked at that thought. This universe cannot be taken over. He had to think of something and something else to do with the book. The book was a great idea but those pines just ruined it. (BILL CIPHER) "Wait, pines. Hmmm. What if I go to a universe where the pines do not exist? A universe where on a particular planet there are inhabitants just as stupid as humans are. Maybe even more... Let's see....." After looking he found it, a universe where on a planet a country, heck a kingdom lay! Equestria. A place where unicorns reside? But also pegasi and regular equines? And from the looks of it, they are used to "friendship", "kindness" and even "love". BLEH, it all made Bill queasy but it was perfect. The perfect place to not be interfered with by any of the pines at all. It will be like taking candy from a baby which is normally not as exciting. Soon he began to laugh. (BILL CIPHER) "HehehehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!" (BILL CIPHER) "IT'S TO PERFECT!! A perfect place to spread weirdmageddon! A place where me and my pals can have a good time and for once not be interrupted!" (BILL CIPHER) "I shall send this book to this "Equestria" and make this book find a poor unfortunate fool and read the book and go with the deal! Then without any weirdness bubble keeping me in, I will be able to spread it all over the globe!" (BILL CIPHER) "HehehehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!" It was a wonderful day to be Spike. His closest thing to a sister Twilight has risen to the throne and even become her friendship ambassador. Everything else was going well with her other friends, continuing in their lives. So as Spike. He had to admit he missed Ponyville. But hey, he was practically a grown dragon and he was able to go anywhere he went, with permission of Twilight of course. But still, life was great and yeah he's having trouble for now. But he's sure to get used to it at some point. Especially with help from Twilight and their oh-so-many friends, he had no doubt he would be able to accomplish it. He was glad that everyone else was getting settled with Twilight being the new ruler. It doesn't help that many from Ponyville knew her but many others across Equestria recognized her and have heard of her. At first, there was some hesitation, but in the end, everyone was comfortable with Twilight as their new ruler. Even Discord, who at first everyone had to get used to him. But now many like him and have even been trusted with helping Fluttershy and her animals. Nothing could ruin this. So he thought. As he looked through Canterlot Library he saw a weird book that stood out. It was dark and when reached for the book he saw something that puzzled him. On the front was a golden triangle with.... an eye? Arms, legs even a hat and a bowtie? And on the back, he saw a circle with weird symbols on the back. (Spike) "Weird. I don't understand this. Maybe going to Twilight and both of us looking at it we'll understand what this is. Wait, perhaps I should look at it first then I'll take it to Twilight. Yeah, I like that.” He headed back to the main castle heading inside his quarters setting it on his desk and examining it a bit more before opening it. The first page he was greeted to was a page of a hand print on one side and on the other a bunch of text. A sentence reading the book's new master is with a dotted line without hesitation he signed it with a nearby quill. Below he sees "to summon". To summon? Something weird is going on. He followed the directions placing his hand on the print as best as he could. Cleared his mind and began to repeat a set of words multiple times. (Spike) "Time to get weird, time to get weird, time to get weird, time to get weird." Suddenly as he flips the page, he sees a bunch of papers displaying a bunch of HA's. But then he hears actual laughter and as he flips the page the triangle thing from the cover begins to stretch through the page before bursting through and revealing himself to the still young dragon and speaking to him directly. (BILL CIPHER) “Well, well, well. I was wondering when I would finally be able to meet you at last. The name is Bill Cipher, and you don't have to tell me your name Spike, you already signed it remember?” (Spike) "Woah, what are you?" (BILL CIPHER) "Not a bad first question kid. I'm a being of pure energy! And I'm older than time itself. In fact, I have a deal for you.” (Spike) "Uh, what kind of deal?" (BILL CIPHER) “Well, you see I want to offer you Rarity." (Spike) "What, Rarity!? What about her? And how do you know her name?!" (BILL CIPHER) "Geez kid relax, I'm the master of the mind I already see into your mind and see that you like to be with her." (Spike) "Yeah, but we're completely different species. And honestly, I don't see it sailing." (BILL CIPHER) "But what about something similar? Think about it you have done so much for her over the years wouldn't it be nice to get something NICE out of it? For a day at least.” (Spike) "A day, one day, ok I agree. So where do I agree?" (BILL CIPHER) "Just circle here and she will be yours for a single day." And so he circled yes and suddenly the book began to glow as suddenly Bill burst from the book and appeared in the same room as Spike with him now being three dimensional. (BILL CIPHER) "Tough luck kid! I tricked you and soon this universe will be mine and it will all be thanks to you, see ya! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" As he flew out of the room and into the sky. Immediately Spike ran out and found Twilight telling her to warn her friends immediately and bring the elements. Luckily they were able to get new ones just in case. They soon enough were able to find him as he was in the center of Canterlot with a giant rip in the sky as the air felt heavy and the wind blew faster. Bill finally notices the mares approaching him. (BILL CIPHER) "Well isn't this INTERESTING." If it isn't the elements of harmony themselves. Twilight, Fluttershy, Rainbow, Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkamena Diane Pie. You know you remind me of someone else who I was going to welcome joining my side before she decided to aid in my defeat. (Twilight) "Who are you! And why have you come here?" (Rainbow) "Yeah, what's up!?" (BILL CIPHER) "Well, I'm here to take over your universe of course and you six won't stand in my way!!" (Twilight) "I don't think so. Girls!" The six began to levitate as well as their elements before Twilight started to notice that something was going on. Their mouths were open as if they saw something horrible and their eyes began to glow pure yellow. (BILL CIPHER) "Yeah, no. I have no idea whether whatever you were about to do would have affected me or not, and I'm not about to waste time finding out. What I'm finding out however is how many times I can torture an Equine and make this planet one big old playground. Heck, Twilight I'm even willing to let you join us do you agree?" (Twilight) "NEVER!!" (BILL CIPHER) "TOO BAD." Bill said in a demonic voice before doing the same to Twilight. Now with all six captured and him instantly getting his physical form he quickly began to spawn things. He allowed his friends to come through, released weirdness waves on the lands, bubbles of pure madness, and unleashed deadly creatures to Canterlot and Ponyville. He raised a giant pyramid into the sky, turning the six into banners, and began to snare ponies turning them to stone and making them into his new throne. Including the former princesses Celestia and Luna. As well as every resident of Ponyville and a select few from Canterlot. (BILL CIPHER) "At last, at long long last. Victory is assured and again I reign supreme, time is dead and meaning has no meaning and of course, existence is upside down. So I welcome one and all to the true WEIRDMAGEDDON!!!!!! Finally, after ups and downs, he had one this universe would soon be his. Any potential threats have been taken care of and no one stands a chance. Except of course who was watching within the chaos dimension Discord watched. He was fuming, growling and, his face turning red and his paw claws extending out. With a grunt he went to Canterlot it was time to save his world and most importantly, it's time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!!!! TO BE CONTINUED........

Horror Pro5555

563366

Discord,Main 6,Other,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Drama,Sad,Tragedy,Gravity Falls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

A Discordant Decipher

After failing two times to take over the dimension where Dipper and Mabel got lucky he decides to try to take over another universe. That universe is where Equestria resides.

incomplete

<p>Bill Cipher, an inter-dimensional being who had accidentally destroyed his home dimension and attempted to take over another universe. In multiple universes, he won but in one of them, he lost, twice. Now he has to face the facts, he will never take over that universe. So he has to find a dimension, a universe where he can find a planet that is easy to manipulate. No, not a planet, a country, a kingdom! And this kingdom in mind? Equestria.</p><hr/><p>Takes place after the events of “The Book of Bill” by Alex Hirsch.</p><p>My take on Death Battle's Bill Cipher VS Discord.</p>

teen

2024-08-16T05:36:17+00:00

2024-08-16T05:43:12+00:00

The city of Canterlot. What is usually a majestic capital has turned into distorted chaos. Weirdmageddon has been unleashed, with several demons terrorizing their new playground. Up in a giant black pyramid lies Bill, who is seen sitting on his throne made of the petrified residents of Canterlot, with Princess Celestia and Luna each respectively transmuted into shiny gold and purple idols on each armrest. He proceeds to turn a poor male pony into a toy, then into stone, and telekinetically places him on the throne. (BILL CIPHER) "BOY, HEHEH... PASTING ALL THIS BOOTLEG MERCHANDISE TOGETHER SURE TOOK A LOTTA GLUE." (BILL CIPHER) "GOOD THING YOUR FRIENDS MAKE THEIR OWN." The person Bill is speaking to (with his voice now full of pure joy and satisfaction), Discord, can be seen flying within the banners of the Mane Six. He stops at Fluttershy's banner, looking upset at the condition of his one true best friend. As he exits the banner and back into reality, Discord holds and pats Fluttershy's banner in lament. (Discord) "Ugh, friends of a friend. Ah... But there's an idea!" His mood abruptly changes as he teleports to the steps to Bill and starts parodying Twilight's ending monologues by telepathically reading and writing a message on a scroll as he dons a chef's outfit and summons a flaming cream pie. (Discord) (telepathically) "Dear Princess Celestia, today Bill Cipher learned an important lesson... about friendship." Bill is utterly disgusted by Discord's words and almost throws up from his eye from the sappy words as he turns green. (BILL CIPHER) "UGH, GAG!" Discord takes the opportunity to throw his flaming pie right at Bill's eye, destroying it and his left hand in an explosion. (BILL CIPHER) "OW! MY EYE!" The now frustrated Bill quickly regenerates his lost body parts, including his now-bloodshot eye, and wipes himself off as he summons a giant arm behind him. It then slams onto Discord, who had many more pies ready to throw, making an imprint of him pop out of the hand. Discord is sent flying out of Bill's Fearamid, and Bill himself angrily follows. However, as he is searching for Discord, he notices several Canterlot structures being turned into colossal desserts. (BILL CIPHER) "HUH?" He looks around to see that the one responsible for this is Discord, who telekinetically throws the confectionaries at him. Bill dodges an ice cream cone and cake but gets hit square in the face by a scoop of mint ice cream, bringing both him and it to the ground. This is followed by a carrot cake, muffins, another ice cream cone, a scoop of strawberry ice cream, whipped cream, and a cherry on top of him with the sound of a bell dinging. Discord is seen enjoying his own more reasonably-sized sweets as he taunts his opponent with a service bell in his hand. (Discord) "Enjoy your just desserts!" An explosion from the stack of sweets occurs, with Bill emerging from it as he smacks two drums and a cymbal from a drum set. Reality then briefly distorts as a laughing Bill levitates up to Discord. Afterward, things get wacky as Bill begins rapidly rotating the world around himself, causing buildings, ponies, henchmaniacs, and various objects to fly everywhere while he fires lasers at Discord. Bill soon avoids an anvil from Discord from above before shooting another laser down at him, laughing with enjoyment over the battle. (BILL CIPHER) "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN? COME ON!" Bill suddenly stops rotating the world, leaving it upside-down. He looks around for his opponent, unaware that a gigantic Discord is behind him. Bill is then magically turned into a Dorito before Discord chomps, chews, and swallows. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Discord gives a small food review to the audience. (Discord) "Egh, a tad Euclidean for my tastes." Suddenly, his head explodes in confetti thanks to a laughing Bill, now restored to normal. However, Discord quickly reappears back next to him by coming out of a tear in reality, mockingly laughing as he does so, surprising Bill. (Discord) "Ohohoho... ha." Angered, Bill tackles Discord and punches him repeatedly with multiple arms, causing the two to enter a Weirdness Bubble. Inside it, the animation switches to a claymation-styled dimension where Bill strangles Discord before the latter pushes him off, knocking aside two guns. Bill retorts by shapeshifting into a giant monster with a long tongue, but before he can attack back, the animation distorts yet again to a 1930s cartoon-esque medium with dancing flowers in the background, where Discord grabs a resisting Bill and playfully gives him a noogie on his head. Reality distorts once more for the two combatants to find themselves in a hand-puppet-styled scene, with Bill continuing to punch Discord. (BILL CIPHER) "BLAMMO!" Children's cheers are heard from off-screen, which leaves Bill and Discord to stop fighting and greet the viewers before returning to their playful conflict. Bill gains distance and shoots silly string at Discord, causing the children watching to laugh at the latter's humiliating appearance. After he shakes it off, Discord makes vomiting noises, only for a real human hand to emerge from his puppet mouth, much to the screaming children's horror. The hand then snaps its fingers, and a purple-white light covers the screen. Finally returning, Bill and Discord emerge from a portal back in a right-side up Canterlot. However, it is noticeably different, lacking any Weirdness Bubbles and the interdimensional rift now blue instead of red. (BILL CIPHER) "TELL JEAN-LUC HIS SHOW IS WORSE THAN CODE OF HONOR!" Bill kicks Discord away a distance before stretching his arm to the left side of the screen, which suddenly grabs Discord from behind and squeezes him, leaving a squeaky party noise coming from his frilling tongue. After quickly recovering, Discord, in a more serious manner, responds to Bill's remark. (Discord) "You are not qualified to work with the fourth wall!" Discord does Bill's prior action, grabbing and squeezing him in return, his eye nearly bulging out and making a rubber chicken noise. The two then literally butt heads together, but then it turns out to be both combatants, now much larger, clashing each others' fists with bruised clones of their foe. They briefly stop to look at each other before tossing the clones away in boredom. Discord, taking notice that they have not gotten anywhere, makes a request to his opponent for a different approach. (Discord) "This stalemate is getting dull... How about a different game? He summons a few dice of varying surfaces to reinforce his question. (BILL CIPHER) "SURE. I LOVE CHECKERS!" Bill raises his hands, and the slight moment of peace is suddenly interrupted by Discord getting crushed from above by, ironically, a giant knight chess piece. (BILL CIPHER) "GOOO~ FISH!" He tosses away the chess piece with his telekinesis, revealing a smear on the ground. From it, the "carefree" Discord emerges as a spirit, making silly ghost noises as he enters Bill's mind. (Discord) "BOOO~!" In his mindscape, Discord continues to laugh as Bill is angered over his opponent trying his own trick on him. (BILL CIPHER) "YOU'RE MESSING WITH MY MIND?! OH, THIS IS MY SHTICK, YOU HACK!" The mindscape is then suddenly set aflame with blue fire as Discord talks him down. (Discord) "We may be evenly matched, Bill, but I've seen your show, my two-dimensional nuisance." Discord still as a spirit, emerges from the flames and claims his prediction on Bill. (Discord) "And I know how you die...!" (BILL CIPHER) "OHH." Bill turns red, shapeshifting into a larger form to try to attack and grab Discord. (BILL CIPHER) "YOU THINK WE'RE EQUALS. THAT YOU'RE SAFE IN HERE, YOU LOW-EFFORT CLOWN?!" As Bill shoots an eye laser at him, Discord avoids it and slashes a chunk off of him with a larger hand, flipping him the bird as he flies away. Bill begins to uncontrollably distort before stopping, his missing chunk restored, and declaring to Discord... (BILL CIPHER) "I'M AN ALL-SEEING GOD!!!" In the real world, Bill has grown gargantuan in size and turned three-dimensional. He attempted to get Discord and trap it in a bubble like Mabel. But this time Discord had a trick under his sleeve that Bill didn't see. Discord pulled out an ancient-looking bell and rang it causing it to ring and Glow. Bill stopped what he was doing and looked on with curiosity In his mind. But before he could react he was shot by a beam from the bell hitting Bill causing him to react, screaming before stopping. (BILL CIPHER) "HAHAHAHAHA! YOU REALLY THINK THAT WOULD DO SOMETHING? WELL, IT'S TIME TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FRIENDS "LORD OF CHAOS"." Bill snapped his fingers expecting to continue what he was doing before he was interrupted. But something was different, nothing was happening and the blue flames continued to grow with each second passed. He continued snapping any form of using his abilities each time getting more panicked. His face began to continue to get more and more worried and frustrated. While Discord smirked and he began to grow inside his mindscape. He knew Bill's weakness and his previous defeats as well as learning how Bill got into Equestria. (BILL CIPHER) "No, how is this possible!! All my ultimate power is gone! What is that thing!?!" (Discord) "An all-seeing God you may be but you don't know about this beauty: Grogars bewitching bell. It can ensnare all magical abilities into the bell which the user (if powerful enough) can yield." (Discord) "And awhile back it was able to contain MY magic, so I thought: if it could work on me, it could certainly work on you, Bill." (BILL CIPHER) "My power, all gone, NO! I can't lose again, why must I keep losing, WHY!!!!" (Discord) "Because Bill, I am far more powerful than you. Sure, we are both billions of years old, but I've been here since the beginning of time itself, and most importantly I know every known spell known to pony-kind! Each. And. Every. One." Ignoring the question and giving a proper answer, Discord blasted a beam of pure chaos magic at Bill which made Bill literally decompose to the point he was in HIS spirit form. Bill looked at himself seeing himself in his spirit form. He never saw himself in his spirit form before, due to well nothing as powerful had been done to him because he was too powerful and the axolotl wouldn't either. Right? The blue flames were also getting larger beginning to surround Bill getting closer and closer. The surrounding area in the mindscape was completely engulfed in flames. His mind was being destroyed. For the first time in his life, since his home was destroyed, he felt emotions of sadness and regret begin to creep in as he accepted his fate. (Discord) "So BIll any last words? The axolotl can't save you this time." (BILL CIPHER) "I just... I just want to say sorry to my parents, and my home and it's hard for me to say... but I say that I'm sorry for the Pines family and the whole of Gravity Falls and the universe, my friends as well as your friends Discord." (Discord) "... Wise words Bill, I hope that your parents, the universe, the Pines family, and that universe will forgive you in some way. Mine... you may not be so lucky. Goodbye Bill, I hope you can forgive yourself as well... And so, Discord snared the flames onto him causing him to burn while at the same time using his full power and blasting Bill with a single beam of chaos magic. Bill looked up as his spirit was destroyed before he disappeared with sparkes form his destroyed spirit flew out. The giant form of Bill then suddenly exploded causing a giant flash of multiple colors to go out before everything was back to normal. With it finally over, he decided it was time to find his friends and tell them of the events that unfolded. He looked around one last time stating in his mind that he hoped that once again he was truly happily reunited with his people and most importantly... his parents. TO BE CONTINUED...

Ranita

563368

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Sex,Violence

The Monument to All Your Sins.

The master plan of, what ended up being, equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.

incomplete

<p>&quot;The master plan of, what ended up being, Equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.<br/>When Cozy Glove, Lord Tirak and Queen Chysalis used the power of Grogar's millenary cowbell to absorb alicorn magic in a last-ditch attempt to take over Equestria, they accidentally triggered a magical reset, a ripple that went unnoticed by almost every being in existence, which made its way to the farthest reaches of not only Equestria, but the entire world, resonating in any artifact of a similar origin.<br/>This will bring back a ghost from a forgotten era that threatens to destroy everything any pony has ever known, calling into question not only reality itself but also, and more importantly, friendship.&quot;</p><p>This fanfic will take as reference the entire g4 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, seeking to expand its mythology. At no point does it seek to break with the existing canon, it is just a fan story.<br/>The fanfic will contain material not suitable for all audiences, such as: explicit violence, foul language, possible sexual content, etc.<br/>If you are not fond of this kind of material or you are under age, please refrain from reading this story.</p>

mature

2024-08-14T03:49:26+00:00

2024-08-14T03:49:26+00:00

Deep within a secluded mountain on the edge of Zebra territory was a cavern, beautiful pillars and statues of ancient deities were carved into the rock that, despite being clearly worn and battered from who knows how long in neglect, still retained some impotence. The cavern extended into the depths, passing from a colossal antechamber to several convoluted corridors and finally to an inner chamber, seen from the outside, it seemed no different from the rest of the cavern except for the fact that it seemed to be flooded by a strange substance, this swirled in the air radiating an intense blue glow and stopping just at the entrance, like a huge block of ice. The room was overflowing with all sorts of treasures, from gold coins, to obelisks carved in gems and finally to strange artifacts mounted on ornate pedestals, the decoration was similar to the rest of the cavern but, incredibly this one did not seem to have aged a single day. The statues and pillars maintained their magnificent splendor as if those who once inhabited the place were still there, something that, in a way, was not entirely wrong. Breaking with the eminent neatness of the chamber in the center of the room was a brutal scene. Zebras dressed in armor and armed with polished stone swords lay apparently dead on the floor, some were missing limbs which rested meters away, others simply had deep cuts on their bodies and there were some lying decapitated, the curious thing is that, like the rest of the room, their bodies seemed frozen in time, you could see how some, despite having already perished, were halfway to fall to the floor, the blood flowing from their wounds remained halfway to the ground, The blood that flowed from their wounds kept floating, shooting like a waterfall that never rested among the rocks, the more you looked towards the center of the room, the more you could see a pattern, going from lying witches with glassy eyes to witches that were barely conscious of the imminence of their death, all culminating finally in a figure that broke the bloody spectacle of black and white stripes. There was a figure right in the center of the room, different from the others, it was a unicorn pony, dressed in what appeared to be a plate armor covered with blue and gold rags, the armor did not cover a good part of her body which revealed a dull brown fur full of scars, she had an expression of anger on her face, which was split in half by a huge scar. Her horn glowed, radiating a green glow which, in contrast, held a sword, this one looking as worn as her armor, at least the handle as the blade seemed to be formed from the same magic as her horn. The blade was halfway to decapitating what appeared to be the last zebra standing, clearly showing the moment when the blade finished tearing the entirety of its neck. The room was enveloped in an impossible silence, even for the unfathomable gloom of the cavern, and the battle scene remained immovable, there was no apparent reason for such an impossible phenomenon, unless one appreciated what was hidden behind the chaos. At the back of the room, right in its center, stood a pedestal, this one was much taller than the others and was in the process of being toppled, frozen in an instant when one of the bodies was hurled in its direction, causing it to fall and whatever it held. Barely detached from the base of the pedestal, suspended like everything else, was an artifact, it was much like an hourglass, in fact, you could say it was just that, made of what appeared to be gold its shape was dizzying to the naked eye, it looked like an expire which impossibly seemed to turn on itself at an unnatural angle, so that one could not even discern it was possible that it could have been held on the pedestal at one time. In the inner section of the clock there was no apparent crystal, yet that did not prevent a glowing blue liquid from remaining contained within it as if there were, this seemed to be the only thing still moving in the room, dancing along with the substance that held everything in place, a hypnotic dance that, it seemed, could last forever. Suddenly, an imperceptible sound, impossibly low but resounding throughout the cavern, anyone could have sworn it sounded like the tinkling of a cowbell, and in an instant, everything came crashing down. A roar finally broke the impenetrable silence followed by the termination of a choked scream and a shriek of fury. The zebra's head fell against the floor with a wet and unpleasant noise while the sound of gushing blood filled the room, the unicorn gasped resting her four paws on the smooth floor and breathing heavily, for an instant she stood still looking at the 'panorama around her, she was disoriented, she tried to push that feeling away from herself but, she was suddenly struck. She collapsed on the ground vomiting violently, her magic was instantly extinguished and her sword fell to her side becoming only a hilt, the vomit did not subside as the unicorn hugged herself shaking uncontrollably and coughing even harder, all her senses were instantly overwhelmed, she could smell the blood gushing from her attackers as if for the first time, her eyes burned even in the dim lighting and her ears were ringing even though she was surrounded by silence, even the cold of the floor beneath her overwhelmed her making her shiver with icy cold. No one could know exactly how long it took her to regain her composure, but finally, and with difficulty, she managed to get up leaning against one of the pillars of the chamber, she could adjust her sight enough to appreciate her surroundings, she saw the bodies of the guards on the floor and for an instant she was alarmed thinking that at any moment more could come but she quickly realized that, if so, it would have already happened, She was shocked to also notice that the hustle and bustle that she remembered a moment ago had been completely extinguished, she looked outside the chamber and felt a chill when she saw the darkness outside, she did not understand how the torches outside the chamber had been extinguished while the ones around her were still glowing. She walked heavily towards the entrance breathing with difficulty because of the inadmissibility of the situation, something was terribly wrong, he felt it inside him. In his first steps he flashed his horn, which caused him a headache, even so he made an effort and lifted the handle of his sword from the ground, which caused a flash of light to immediately emerge from it, which formed into a bright blade; it made its way through the fresh corpses, staining their cases with blood, which now, was spreading all over the ground. The closer she got to the entrance her breathing became more ragged, to the point where she caught herself hyperventilating and shaking, a voice in her head screaming over and over that something, was very wrong. She finally took a step out of the chamber and was greeted by gloom, she looked from side to side of the hallway she was in and saw only darkness, the shadows cast by the dim light of her horn made the once imposing statues seem to stare at her with a coldness that chilled her blood. Unable to contain the rising terror she frantically returned inside the chamber, stumbling a couple of times before collapsing back onto the floor. The unicorn crawled in terror to the back of the room, as far away from the darkness as possible, leaning her back against the wall and placing her hooves over her ears, squeezing her head tightly as she tried to control her breathing, her gaze was fixed on the floor as she tried to silence the ringing in her ears, she didn't understand what was going on, Her mind was spinning trying to process what that feeling was, that discomfort, for a moment it crossed her mind that she could even be dead, but the assimilation of this did not last long as she was brought back to reality by the pain of the wounds that the zebras had caused her, which, although they were bleeding profusely, had not been noticed until now. The unicorn finally managed to pull herself together, being able to think clearly, trying to sort out her memories, she remembered herself infiltrating the cavern, eluding guards and finally heading to the relic chamber, but she had made a mistake, she had been discovered and had been forced to fight for her life, cornered and at a disadvantage and after that, nothing. She thought over and over again, there was nothing else, after that she fell to the ground vomiting and found herself in the same cavern, but with something wrong; lost in her thoughts the unicorn could not find correlation between her last memory and her current situation, she simply did not understand, everything was too blurry to a point where, in an attempt to reminisce, it took her a whole minute to remember her own name. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the unicorn stood up, still wobbling a bit but doing her best not to fall, quickly, finding herself more lucid, she tore part of her robes, cleaned and covered her wounds, looking at her panorama more clearly now, she advanced a couple of steps towards the center of the chamber before her hooves hit something on the ground. Turning her gaze she came upon the small hourglass at her feet, which made her jump, a memory crossed her mind, her reason for infiltrating the cavern in the first place, cautiously she approached the artifact, she looked at it deeply resting on the ground before flashing her horn, levitating it and holding it in front of her face. The clock held its immaculate golden form with no imperfection whatsoever, the unicorn found herself mesmerized by the object trying to understand exactly what she was looking at but quickly desisted, she didn't want any more headache; despite this there was something about the artifact that unsettled her, she recognized it, it was what she had come for, but something was not the same, she could have sworn that, just a moment ago, as she struggled, the artifact radiated a bright blue glow. She quickly put it in her saddlebag while she levitated the handle of her sword again but this time without lighting the blade, her improvised preparation was interrupted by a brief flash in the room. As she examined the torches around her, she could notice how they began to lose brightness, the thundering cold of the cavern was beginning to extinguish its flames quickly, the unicorn sighed heavily while with her magic she quickly levitated some gold pieces, putting them away. The light in the room threatened to be extinguished at any moment, the mare looked around her for the last time, she looked down and saw herself reflected in the pool of blood that had covered the entire floor. Recognizing herself in the reflection, she looked up with determination as the last glimmer of light faded and the air began to fill with the stench of the bodies on the floor.

Ranita

563368

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Sex,Violence

The Monument to All Your Sins.

The master plan of, what ended up being, equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.

incomplete

<p>&quot;The master plan of, what ended up being, Equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.<br/>When Cozy Glove, Lord Tirak and Queen Chysalis used the power of Grogar's millenary cowbell to absorb alicorn magic in a last-ditch attempt to take over Equestria, they accidentally triggered a magical reset, a ripple that went unnoticed by almost every being in existence, which made its way to the farthest reaches of not only Equestria, but the entire world, resonating in any artifact of a similar origin.<br/>This will bring back a ghost from a forgotten era that threatens to destroy everything any pony has ever known, calling into question not only reality itself but also, and more importantly, friendship.&quot;</p><p>This fanfic will take as reference the entire g4 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, seeking to expand its mythology. At no point does it seek to break with the existing canon, it is just a fan story.<br/>The fanfic will contain material not suitable for all audiences, such as: explicit violence, foul language, possible sexual content, etc.<br/>If you are not fond of this kind of material or you are under age, please refrain from reading this story.</p>

mature

2024-08-15T06:08:12+00:00

2024-08-16T23:15:01+00:00

Twilight Sparkle was extremely excited, despite all the inconveniences and the fact that it took her a lot to come clean with her friends, she was finally ready, a little disheveled of course, but ready. Rarity was putting the final touches to her wardrobe while on the main balcony of the Canterlot palace, princesses Celestia and Luna were giving an emotional speech to the crowd of ponies and other species that had gathered to celebrate the coronation of the new regent of Equestria. Twilight lost herself in her thoughts for a moment, recalling everything that had happened in the last months after the defeat of Cousy Glove, Tirak and Chrysalis, it had been a great adventure, and even though for a moment she thought that they didn't make it as usual, friendship overcame adversity and they were victorious and now, she was preparing to take on the greatest responsibility of her entire life, one that, a few years ago and in her wildest dreams, she never thought she could aspire to have and yet, there she was, more than ready. Rarity was looking at her with a big smile on her face and with tears threatening to run down her face. Twilight was a little surprised to see her friend so shocked "What's wrong Rarity?" she asked with a giggle. "Oh it's nothing dear it's just...you look so beautiful" both ponies hugged each other tightly while princess Celestia finished her speech. "Well my dear, go ahead, dazzle them,” said the white unicorn as she let go of the hug and gave her dress a last adjustment with her magic, Twilight stood firm, took a deep breath and walked determined as Princess Celestia announced. ”Now without further ado, we would like to officially introduce the next ruler of Equestria...Princess Twilight Sparkle!" The applause was deafening, everyone cheered and rose in jubilation, the young alicorn could see everything from above, she saw her friends, her family, her students, all clamoring her name and dedicating radiant smiles, the emotion she felt was such that she could not avoid shedding a tear before turning to see her mentor, who winked at her and smiled proudly. In a moment the former regents shone their horns in unison, levitating their crowns in the air and merging them into a beautiful new crown with Twilight's cutie mark on it, it glowed, contrasting with the sunset in the sky. "Now begin the days of the princess of friendship...” Luna began to exclaim as the crown slowly descended. "Blessed are you!” Celestia finished saying, just as the crown was about to land on Twilight's head. "¡¡¡¡ LIES!!!!" A shrill scream broke with all the glorious moment, suddenly everyone present was startled, muttering in shock in search of the owner of the voice, Twilight herself found herself searching with her eyes for the source of such an unpleasant interruption and then her eyes were fixed on a hooded figure that was making its way through the crowd. This one was completely covered with a worn cloak, dirty and leaky, yet it was impossible to discern who or what was hidden under it, those present gradually noticed her, watching in bewilderment as she stood just below the large balcony. Silence reigned for a moment and Twilight was about to raise her voice in protest but her teacher beat her to it. "In the name of Equestria, what did you say?” asked the sun princess with a calm but authoritative tone, the figure just stood there, completely still, without even looking up. After a few seconds of silence, the regent insisted, “If you have something to say, say it...”. "I said it's all lies...” was heard through the bass, those present murmured in confusion while the princesses, like Twilight and her friends, became alert as they sensed that something was wrong. "What...” Princess Luna started to ask but was interrupted by an even louder rumble. "THIS IS ALL A DAMN LIE!!!!" the mysterious figure raised his head with fury at the same time that he removed the hood that covered him, revealing to everyone the haggard and bruised face of a unicorn; the image of her face shocked all those who were able to appreciate it at first sight, it was covered with scars of all kinds, the most remarkable being the missing half of one of her ears, an apparent burn that extended across her horn and a huge scar that crossed her face diagonally right between her eyes, the fur that she still had was a yellowish brown and her dull red mane was tied roughly in a small bun behind her head. Twilight shuddered when she saw the eyes of the mare looking in her direction, she had never seen anything like it, they glowed in a bluish green tone and when she scrutinized them she could see nothing but anger in them, this made her alert and look for her mentor's face to take action, but when she looked for comfort in her mentor's stoicism she only found herself more shocked. Her teacher's face did not reflect serenity or confusion, not even concern, for the first time in all the time that Twilight had been with Celestia, she could not identify the expression on her face, for an instant the princess of friendship scrutinized the eyes of her oldest friend and they seemed completely empty, In a strange moment of shock Twilight looked for comfort in the princess of the night but she found an even more disconcerting panorama, Luna's face was an expression of frozen panic, her fur had turned pale and her pupils had contracted, she almost seemed to have been petrified; For a moment Twilight herself found herself in a rising panic, almost succumbing to uncertainty when the instant was interrupted by Celestia. "Explain yourself Pony!” she exclaimed in her royal Canterlot voice, when she looked back at her mentor the purple alicorn did not find the strange expression of before, instead she looked again at the imposing and immutable regent, only to turn again to the corrupter of the ceremony. She looked in the direction of the princesses for a moment longer before a smile spread across her face, then lowered her head, turned around and addressed the expectant crowd. "Listen to me carefully, inhabitants of this kingdom and the whole world...” Twilight then noticed how this pony had a strange accent when she spoke, she almost seemed to slur her words. "This day, I come before you for one reason and one reason only, to remove the blindfold from your eyes and let you see the lie in which you live...!” the crowd swirled with different reactions, some murmuring, others shouting and calling for calm and others staring in awe at the bizarre scene. "All of this, this ceremony, this kingdom, these...goddesses they wish to pay homage to are nothing more than lying, crawling snakes!” panic was beginning to spread like wildfire as more words came out of the unicorn's mouth, some had even already begun to leave the room while others seemed to be glued to their seats. Twilight glanced nervously at Celestia only to appreciate the moment when she made a sly gesture to the guards behind her and they rushed out of the room in a hurry. "Your peaceful kingdom was built on unspeakable atrocities orchestrated by those you call regents...!" the intensity of the speech rose with each word, Twilight was about to rush to meet them but a slight touch of her mentor's helmet on her shoulder and a furtive glance indicated her that she should stay where she was and stand firm, before this the princess of friendship had no choice but to communicate this same gesture to her friends who were watching her from below and who seemed to be the most willing to stop this chaos. "Everything you have ever believed in is nothing but a deception, woven with malice and cruelty...” the mare finally began to say as she turned again to look at the three princesses, ”And today...I have come to put an end to it...!" "How dare you come here today, interrupt this great ceremony and start blaspheming about your princesses!” the sun princess lifted her wings over the balcony as the unicorn once again let out a thunderous laugh and spat on the ground. "Oh yes, princesses, I had forgotten that's what they liked to be called now...” the mare began to say as she paced back and forth across the main courtyard of the palace without taking her eyes off the balcony ‘I beg your pardon but I still remember them by the title they used to be known by...’ the unicorn finally stopped dead in her tracks, standing up straight and looking directly into Celestia's face "‘QUEEN’". Twilight was more confused than ever, this pony was acting like a lunatic and seemed extremely unstable, but more confused she found herself when she swore she could hear how her teacher tensed and swallowed saliva; she looked up watching Celestia's face again only to find her with an uneasy expression and a frown on her face, only to look back to Luna's face and see her even worse than she was before, her gaze was now lost and her pallor seemed to have worsened. "THAT'S ENOUGH!” exclaimed the sun princess in a roar that silenced all the panic and bustle in an instant, even the rambunctious unicorn seemed to have been taken aback by the sudden outburst of apparent fury. After a moment of total silence, Celestia, with a look of pure determination on her face exclaimed, “Guards!” Suddenly, from all the castle doors leading to the courtyard, dozens of guards came out and quickly took up position, surrounding the mare and pointing their spears. "Catch her..." said the alicantine finally in a solemn and calm tone while her gaze was fixed on the unicorn, who looked back at her with disdain before lowering her head. The guards approached cautiously towards the unicorn who remained immobile, in a moment the guards were about to take her between their hooves when, in a quick movement the unicorn launched a powerful kick that sent flying those who were closer. The thrown guards whipped themselves, some against the ground, others against their own companions, screaming in pain while the others took up defensive positions. The next instant the unicorn flashed her horn and from between the mare's robes rose a long sword that startled the guards, the blade of this sword was quite thin and shone in a glow of the same color as that of the mare's horn. For an instant the guards hesitated as to what to do, that is until one who seemed to have a higher rank exclaimed, “Attack,” and then all hell broke loose. The whole avalanche of guards rushed over the unicorn, raising a cloud of dust that for a moment prevented anyone from seeing anything, Twilight tried to adjust her sight quickly but, before she could even deduce something from the tangle of silhouettes a horrible scream froze her blood. The dust quickly dissipated and the image it unveiled caused the few who still remained in the vicinity to shriek in horror. The guards attacked the mare and she quickly disarmed them and attacked with her sword, severed legs, wings and horns began to adorn the ground and the blood flowing from them began to stain the earth. Twilight watched in horror as one by one the guards were terribly wounded and pushed aside as if they were nothing, meanwhile the unicorn dodged and counterattacked with elegant and accurate movements, almost as if it cost her no effort at all; The dance was almost hypnotic and the princess of friendship was paralyzed by the scene, so much so that she barely noticed when, from the bustle one of the guards' spears was thrown in her direction by the unicorn, Twilight could hardly have reacted to the sudden attack when the spear was repelled by a magical shield of a golden color, the purple alicorn came back to herself as she observed how Princess Celestia had narrowly avoided the attack and now went down to stand next to Twilight. "Pri...princess Celestia we must do something..." Twilight stammered starting to hyperventilate "Don't be afraid Twilight, everything will be fine..." Celestia even turned to look at her student for comfort, her eyes were fixed on the, now, intruder and attacker. The princess of friendship followed the gaze of the princess of the sun and found that the chaos of before had been replaced with panic, for a moment she did not find the hostile unicorn and when she managed to locate her fear she climbed one more step, somehow the attacker had slipped through the crowd of guards and had managed to climb the ledges of the castle wall, taking long and precise jumps the mare was getting closer and closer to the balcony where the princesses were. Twilight had reached her limit, she prepared to shoot a magic ray in the direction of the unicorn just as she was making a last jump to reach them, but, before she could do anything, Princess Celestia's golden shield appeared again, blocking a thrust that went straight to the neck of the sun princess. The mare held onto the edge of the balcony, keeping her sword firmly placed against the magical shield, Twilight watched as the unicorn gave a look of pure hatred to her master, she was looking directly into the eyes of her attacker, with a calm expression that contrasted with the inferno that the celebration had become, Twilight couldn't say for sure, but for a second she thought she saw Celestia give a slight smile to the mare, which seemed to infuriate her even more and in an attempt to thrust her sword even deeper her gaze swerved and collided with Twilight's. The princess of friendship could taste the gaze of the unicorn meeting with a deep and absolute rancor that made her tremble, but, for an instant, the alicorn denoted something else in the depths of her gaze, something that almost seemed, tiredness. Celestia shone her horn even brighter and the shield burst, hurling the pony away from the balcony and back into the central courtyard. The impact was powerful, so much so that the unicorn was barely able to compose herself enough to land safely on the ground, steadying herself and looking back towards the balcony. Twilight was blinded for an instant by the flash of the shield and when she regained her sight she found her mentor flying again, this time in front of her and again exclaiming with authority. "I don't know what drove you to perform this heinous act of violence upon us, but this is your last warning, desist or suffer the consequences,” the unicorn kept a fierce expression on her face without any sign of surrender. At that moment a roar opened the way to more and more guards that began to pile up in the central courtyard, followed not only by Twilight's friends but also by her brother Shining Armor, her sister-in-law Princess Cadance and her escort of guards of the Crystal Empire. As she looked around, the attacker was finally overpowered, turning to look again at the sun princess who cried out. "If you flee from here you will be relentlessly pursued, there will be no stopping efforts to apprehend you and make you pay for the crimes committed here today!” the mare gave her one last look of disdain before covering her face with her hood again, putting her sword away and dashing through the chaotic crowd, dodging a couple of guards and finally exiting through the main gate of the garden being chased. Finally the hubbub seemed to fade little by little as the chase moved further and further away from the castle, Twilight's legs were shaking and she felt dizzy, trying to assimilate what she had just seen, never, since the princesses began their reign, had there been a record of one pony attacking another so brutally, feeling sick, she tried to contain what seemed like retching building up in the back of her throat, Her tornado of thoughts was interrupted when she noticed how her mentor landed again on the balcony and began to give orders to a couple of guards that had entered through the door, even so Twilight could not understand what they were saying, she was extremely dazed, it was not until the guards saluted with their hooves and left in a hurry that she managed to recover enough to understand that Celestia was talking to her. "He...what?..." she asked absentmindedly while her eyes focused on those of her teacher. "I asked you Twilight if you were okay...” repeated the alicorn as she approached her student and placed a helmet on her shoulder. "I...I...I...I don't know, that was...horrible,” she finally said. "I know, I know...” she began to say calmly "Even I was surprised, I didn't believe that a pony was capable of such barbarity, but don't worry Twilight, I assure you that everything will be..." she said the last with a smile. fine- she said the last with a strange slowness while she removed the helmet from her student's shoulder and started walking towards the door of the room, followed by Luna, which Twilight didn't notice when she finally woke up from her state of shock, both princesses vehemently headed for the exit leaving Twilight alone on the balcony. Just before walking out the door, making way for Luna, Celestia turned and looked warily at her student. "Twilight, I'm sorry...” the purple alicorn raised her eyes in confusion in the direction of her teacher. "I guess we'll have to postpone your coronation...” she finally said before walking out the door and closing it behind her, leaving Twilight alone and unable to process what she had just seen.

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The Monument to All Your Sins.

The master plan of, what ended up being, equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.

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<p>&quot;The master plan of, what ended up being, Equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.<br/>When Cozy Glove, Lord Tirak and Queen Chysalis used the power of Grogar's millenary cowbell to absorb alicorn magic in a last-ditch attempt to take over Equestria, they accidentally triggered a magical reset, a ripple that went unnoticed by almost every being in existence, which made its way to the farthest reaches of not only Equestria, but the entire world, resonating in any artifact of a similar origin.<br/>This will bring back a ghost from a forgotten era that threatens to destroy everything any pony has ever known, calling into question not only reality itself but also, and more importantly, friendship.&quot;</p><p>This fanfic will take as reference the entire g4 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, seeking to expand its mythology. At no point does it seek to break with the existing canon, it is just a fan story.<br/>The fanfic will contain material not suitable for all audiences, such as: explicit violence, foul language, possible sexual content, etc.<br/>If you are not fond of this kind of material or you are under age, please refrain from reading this story.</p>

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Princess Luna was in the throne room late at night, the day, which was supposed to be one full of joy and happiness, had been distorted and turned into a nightmare that the regent of the night had sworn never to witness again, she could not remember the last time she had seen blood flowing from a wound, nor the last time she had felt such a knot in her chest. The unicorn that had burst into the coronation of the princess of friendship had managed to get out of the boundaries of the castle and although she was pursued by the guards and the elements of harmony, she managed to slip away and lose them in the streets of the city. Her sister had instated a state of emergency, which, for most ponies, was something completely new, never in all of Equestria's recent history had such a mobilization been needed, yes of course there had been attempts at invasion and conquest by powerful enemies in the past, but in the end they were exactly that, desires of ambition and power that drove despicable beings to seek the destruction of Equestria, this was different, this was a direct assassination attempt by a single individual who, in plain sight, lacked his mental faculties, it was, to say the least, alarming, but those were not the reasons that had Luna going round and round the length and breadth of the throne room. From the moment the mysterious figure was unmasked and the princess of the night recognized his face her thoughts circled over and over again to a single thought. “How is this possible?” she kept repeating it to herself endlessly as her mind tried to make sense of what she had seen and felt. She had already noticed something strange from the moment Grogar's cowbell had been used on her for the first time, from that moment a sensation that had become foreign to her invaded her, a slight tingling in her horn that every now and then gave her the creeps, at first she attributed it to the emergency they were going through, after all, she had been stripped of her full power, but once the trio of villains was defeated and her magic restored the sensation did not disappear, on the contrary it was accentuated as the days went by. She tried to discuss it with her sister, asking if something similar happened to her but Celestia calmed her down by telling her that it was a very old and powerful artifact, that it was normal to have after-effects, without being very convinced of it Luna simply accepted it and waited for the sensation to fade with time. But months passed and it only got worse, in the last few days, the princess of the night had seemed distant and distracted, the constant tingling in her horn had become so noticeable that now she could barely fulfill her royal duties, it felt like a half sneeze, like the prelude to something inevitable and strident but that never materialized, and the more time passed Luna found this sensation more familiar. She didn't need to reminisce to know what ancient reflection her horn was trying to replicate, it was something the princess hadn't felt in a long, long time, something she thought she would never feel again, something that just thinking about it made her stomach churn. She investigated for a while, worried about what it could mean, even fearing that her magic had been permanently damaged by her experience with the cowbell, it wasn't until that very day of the coronation, seeing that emaciated pony, that it finally dawned on her what had been happening to her. In the throne room, the only sound that could be heard was the princess' footsteps, engrossed in her frantic walk, just a few hours ago her older sister had ordered Twilight Sparkle and her friends to retreat back to Ponyville, telling them to stay away while the situation was under control, During all that time Luna could not help but notice how her sister, despite maintaining a stoic and solemn attitude before everyone, was slowly and subtly starting to lose her temper, and it was not for less, she was sure that her sister, despite not suffering the same discomfort as her, knew exactly what the attack of that unicorn meant and more importantly, her words. She could hear the patrols in the distance of the city, keeping the worried citizens awake while they conducted inspections trying to locate the attacker, Luna thought that most likely she had left the city long ago, even so, she did not question her sister's caution in this matter. All her thoughts were finally beginning to calm down, maybe it had all been a big coincidence and maybe it was just a crazy pony, but this comfort was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the throne room door opening. For a moment the princess thought it was her sister, returning after checking the safety of the castle, but the sound of heavy footsteps and the smell of dirt and grime extinguished these hopes all at once, the princess knew what it was before a hoarse, raspy voice came through the room. “Wow...what bad taste...” the hooded figure said disdainfully as he looked in the direction of what would have been the new throne of the princess of friendship as he walked taking slow steps in Luna's direction. The princess of the night immediately ceased her march and stood firm and on guard attentive to the intruder's movements without saying a word, she wasn't sure what to do now but she knew she couldn't afford to ramble. The figure walked until she was under the light of the first window in the hallway and then stopped short, after a few seconds of silence the intruder spoke. “Aren't you going to greet me...?” she asked tilting her head clearly looking in her direction, Luna remained silent, she didn't expect such cordiality from the pony who, just a few hours ago, tried to assassinate her. “Or did you...” she began to say as she pulled her hood and cloth off her face ‘...are you expecting me to bow to you?’ the princess of the night was shocked to appreciate the haggard face more closely, it was barely recognizable from the one from the last time she saw her and her voice, her voice was a reflection of her exhaustion and ailment, swallowing saliva, Luna finally spoke. “How is it possible for you to be here?” she asked dryly and with a serious expression on her face. “Is that what's bothering you...aren't you even glad to see me?” the unicorn began to walk taking very slow steps forward. Luna tensed slightly but didn't move. “You tried to kill me” she replied sternly. “I was trying to kill your sister... “she began to say with apparent nonchalance ”I was surprised to see there were more of you now, I thought you couldn't breed with ponies?” The seemingly random comment shocked the alicorn, it seemed like a casual conversation with any pony, Luna couldn't understand why this approach so lightly. “No..uh...I...that's not how it works now” she finally said as she followed the pony who was getting closer and closer with her gaze. “Well, then it looks like they finally got what they wanted...” she said coldly as she began to circle the princess cautiously. Luna kept her gaze fixed on the unicorn, looking her straight in the eyes until she stopped abruptly at the window in front of the one she was standing in front of. “You didn't answer my question...” she began to say as she braced herself ”How come you're here?” The mare watched the princess of the night turn on her horn and then let out a long, tired sigh, lowering her head before rising with a half smile on her face. “The truth...I don't know...” she said when suddenly a magical blade materialized behind her back ‘But the truth is, I don't care anymore’ and without another word, she lunged at Luna. The lunge was swift, the princess quickly rose into the air dodging, but she had no time to counterattack when the mare leapt at her swinging her sword. The unicorn attacked relentlessly, barely allowing Luna just enough time to dodge or deflect her blows with magic; she tried to stay in the air but her attempts were impeded by high blows that threatened to cut her down from above. At one point the ruler of the night saw an opening and counterattacked with a shower of lightning that looked like a rain of stars, these were mostly dodged by the mare who was pirouetting interspersed with dodges, but she was not fast enough and a couple of the stars hit her in the side, destroying her clothes in a burst of blue fire and throwing her to the other side of the room, this allowed Luna to place herself in an advantageous position on top, ready to attack again, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw the state of her opponent. She lay on the ground, choking a scream of pain while the burn mark was accentuated on her skin, the impact left the burned and lacerated flesh of the mare visible as she tried her best to stand up. A pitiful feeling flooded Luna at that instant, the knot in her chest grew to the point that it became difficult to breathe, she finally turned off her horn and descended cautiously on her attacker who was breathing heavily. Luna landed and took a couple of steps forward as she seemed to hear moans and sobs coming from the badly wounded mare. “You don't have to do this... “she finally said in a tone intended to be sympathetic, in response the unicorn let out a hollow laugh that was interrupted by a pained cough. “..Easy for you to say...” she said while holding her side in pain ‘For you this all ended thousands of years ago...for you, now, this is all just a bad memory...’ you could notice the lump in her throat. “But not for me...” at that moment the unicorn stood up quickly and swung her sword in Luna's direction who barely reacted in time to move out of the way. “For me this is still happening!” she exclaimed vehemently ‘For me not a single day has passed!’ she said getting into a guard position and glaring furiously at Luna who felt a heat rushing across her face, denoting how she now had a deep cut on her cheek that was dripping golden blood. “I won't let them pretend nothing happened, I won't let them go on living after hiding the truth...!” “Oh really...?” a new voice came into the room, the moment those words were heard both combatants froze, the unicorn's heart began to pound as Luna's began to break out in a cold sweat from her forehead, both turned their heads in unison to catch a glimpse of the large imposing figure now entering through the large door of the hall. “What exactly are you going to do...soldier girl?" said Celestia who was walking majestically with her wings outstretched, stopping a few meters away from where the conflict was taking place. The mare looked up and down the sun princess trying to determine if she was carrying any weapons or if she had brought guards, but found nothing, finally she met the gaze of the white alicorn, this one was full of the purest and coldest disdain while for her part, she was equally analyzing the mare, denoting her wounds and exhaustion. “Well?” insisted Celestia bringing both the unicorn and her sister out of their trance. “I said I'll kill them...” finally answered the mare as she turned to Celestia, pointing her sword. “And may I know... “the princess began to say as she took another step in the direction of the unicorn ‘..why haven't you done it yet?’ the question puzzled the mare, who was already starting to lose control of her breathing, on the other hand Luna was in a growing panic, she hoped she could have resolved the altercation before her sister showed up, but now that here she was, she didn't know what might happen. “I was at it..” replied the attacker with a tone that tried to replicate the nonchalance of a few moments ago, but clearly hid the unicorn's nervousness. “But you decided to put up a whole theater with your guards and with shields and sparks” said with disdain the mare keeping her tense pose and dedicating a haughty smile ‘Hiding you behind your magic...like a coward’ she finally said. But the unicorn could not enjoy her silence after her statement as a shrill laughter filled the room, a laughter that froze the blood of both the attacker and Luna herself, it was a laughter that at first glance seemed to be brimming with mirth but if one paid enough attention one could denote the falseness in it, it was almost like a pre-recorded and mechanical laughter, so perfect that it was impossible for it to be real. The moment was long and awkward, when Celestia finally stopped laughing she looked with a strange smiling expression at the mare. “Oh I'm so sorry dear, I just couldn't remember the last time a pony addressed me in such a challenging tone...” she let out a small chuckle again ‘But you're right, it was very unfair of me to deny you long awaited meeting...’ the regent took a couple more steps forward causing the unicorn to raise her sword even higher in anticipation. “Please allow me to make it up to you” Celestia flashed her horn and in an instant her large golden necklace fell thunderously to the ground, exposing the princess's chest. “Go ahead, you wanted me to face you, here I am...” the speech of Celestia was interrupted when the mare charged swiftly in her direction plunging her sword deep into the princess's chest, Luna let out a choked scream while from the huge wound on her sister's chest golden blood began to spurt in heaps, dirtying the floor. The mare let out a bellow as she gave one last thrust of her sword, causing it to come out of Celestia's back, effectively impaling her. For an instant the overwhelming silence buzzed in Luna's ears as she tried to recover from the Shock, but even more was the shock when Celestia's laughter filled the room again.This one was almost the same as the previous one except for the detail that there seemed to be a certain tone of real satisfaction in this one. The unicorn suddenly found herself with resistance, she could feel her sword being slowly expelled from Celestia's body, it was as if the alicorn's own muscles and bones were working together to expel the intruder. The mare found herself putting all the weight of her body into trying to keep the sword in place, but it was useless, though slowly, inch by inch the blade began to be expelled from her body, even the unicorn could now feel an intense heat emanating from it, all while the princess' laughter still echoed in her ears. The mare looked up angrily to see the princess' face and the instant she did, the laughter stopped. The princess's gaze had changed completely, instead of the previous deep disdain what greeted the unicorn was a look, deep and terrifying, full of satisfaction, the sight of it made the attacker's legs begin to tremble slightly, all her courage and anger was beginning to fade away in a tangle of rising panic. “So what are you waiting for?” the princess asked quietly, almost whispering as a wide smile came across her face, the unicorn reacted and, breaking eye contact, redoubled her efforts trying to grip her sword. Finally the blade came completely out of Celestia's chest and the wound closed immediately, the blood stopped flowing and even new white fluffy fur materialized, making it impossible to believe it was ever there. The brown mare immediately stepped back, posing just under the imposing throne, only to, upon raising her gaze, meet the sun princess, arranging her new fur with her hoof and levitating her gold necklace again to put it back on, this with a calmness and tranquility that made the unicorn shudder. “Well...” Celestia finally said ‘That really was a lot of fun, but I'm afraid your whimsical outburst of anger is over’ turning to look at her sister, the purple alicorn waved her helmet at her. Luna knew exactly what she wanted her to do now, but hesitated to do it, her hesitation did not go unnoticed by the unicorn, who, sensing also what was coming, charged again, but this time against the princess of the night, who in a moment of lucidity simply did as her sister commanded. Finally the sneeze was released, that tingle in her horn that cried out for release was indulged and in an instant, the attacker collapsed to the ground. The mare had forgotten how she felt, her time traveling in this peaceful world had made her lose track and she had almost resigned herself to never experience it again, but in that instant, she remembered everything, her old memories came back to her fused to fire in her mind by the same common experience. Pain, pure and agonizing ran through every part of her body, from the tips of her hooves to her horn everything was filled with pain, one so strong that it clouded her vision and made her convulse on the floor, foaming at the mouth and urinating on herself. The familiar sensation emanated from her sides, which seemed to be on fire and, seen from the outside, a slight glow could be seen emanating from beneath her clothes. Try as she might to concentrate it was simply too horrible to think of anything else, she tried to search for her sword but found herself unable to find it, overwhelmed with agony she could only stand there, screaming and screaming. From there Celestia admired the mare, she could see how she lost control of her sphincters and could almost swear she saw how a couple of her teeth broke as she tried to clench her jaw. Luna on the other hand watched the scene in horror, the effort on her part was minimal, just release the thought and it happened, she didn't remember it being something so involuntary, but her body was vibrating and glowing with a grey spark, she was definitely doing it. “Sis don't you think we already...?” she started to ask seeking comfort from her sister, but was quickly interrupted. “Oh no no no dear sis, give it a moment longer, I don't want any more trouble” the last she said with a slight tone of annoyance, not looking away from the unpleasant sight. Luna held the spell for a few moments longer until she could hear the mare's bones creaking, turning off her horn and feeling that renewed tingle again. The unicorn gasped as she tried to catch her breath, tears streamed from her face in droves and her body was covered in sweat, her gaze was lost and she didn't seem to have the strength to move. It was then that Celestia shone her horn, lifting the pony from her front legs and making her dangle above the ground. “You have no idea what you put at risk today...” the princess began to say with a tone that threatened to break the solemnity in her voice ‘I have no idea how you are even alive but I don't care, this incident will be quickly forgotten and everything will be back to normal...’ at that moment an unintelligible murmur interrupted Celestia, who looked towards the pony's face, covered by her now tousled hair. “Sorry what did you say?” she said mockingly as she moved a few inches closer to listen. “..them....them know....” the mare finally said with much difficulty. “What do you mean?” asked Celestia amused. “..they already know you're a...liar...” The comment made the princess let out a haughty laugh. “Oh tenderness Do you really think your absurd show today did any good? Do you really think you changed anything? No little one, your actions meant nothing, what happened here today tomorrow will be a mere rumor, and in nothing, just a bad memory of a bad day, you came here to die for absolutely...nothing” Celestia said the last with contempt while the unicorn levitated uselessly. “...then...kill me at once...” said the mare with no apparent strength to continue reproaching. “Oh no no no no no no honey, I'm not going to kill you to a...” The comment caused the unicorn to look up slightly and Luna to startle. “Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been presented with an opportunity like this?” both the mare and the princess of the night looked at Celestia in confusion. “A strong and resilient pony like you, wow, I would love nothing more than to have time alone with you to...reminisce about old times” Celestia brought her face close to the mare's whispering in her ear. “I'm going to have so much fun with you before I kill you...” the alicorn licked the cheek of the mare who only turned her face away defeated. Luna had turned pale, her worst fears manifesting themselves right in front of her, she could see her sister's shameless expression as she reveled in the mare's suffering, completely losing the kind and calm countenance she had grown accustomed to, she had wished with all her might to never see that face of her sister again and yet here they were. “Sister...” began Luna timidly ”..don't you think it would be better...to get rid of her at once...after all we don't want her to cause us any more trouble...” Celestia interrupted her with a nonchalant snort. “Oh you mustn't worry about that dear sister, for the rest of the world this will be over here, no one will ever see her again and it will be a simple unfortunate event” said the alicorn without taking her eyes off the mare, now placing one of her front hooves on her chin. “Uh...but sister...” she started to say but quickly fell silent when Celestia turned to look at her and give her a gesture of annoyance. “As I said Luna..” she said in a firm tone ‘That's why you don't have to worry anymore, and don't worry, I'll let you spend time with her if that's what you want...’ just at that instant, a great roar startled the princesses. Suddenly a group of guards burst into the room, shouting and clamoring for their princesses. “Princesses! Are you all right!” exclaimed the battalion leader, the commotion took by surprise both Luna and Celestia who turned hurriedly in the direction of her guards. “Oh yes everything is perfect...” at that moment the unicorn flashed her horn, the handle of her sword, lying on the ground was quickly lifted, her magic blade activated and wielded in a quick slash in the direction of Celestia's horn, the latter barely and managed to dodge it, making her lose her concentration, turning off her magic and freeing the mare who fell to the ground. In a quick movement the unicorn threw herself against one of the large windows, in the moments before the impact Celestia shouted. “Luna!!!” in an attempt to get her to use her magic again, but the princess of the night could only watch dumbfounded as the wounded mare threw herself out of the window, through the glass and fell straight into the lush gardens of the palace. “Go get her!!! get her!!!” ordered Celestia to her guards who quickly ran out, sounding the alarm. As soon as the room was empty Celestia turned to her sister and reprimanded her with palpable annoyance. “Luna what the hell were you thinking...!” he started to say but stopped short when he saw the shocked expression on his sister's face, who was staring blankly and in the direction of the shattered window. “Luna...?” he asked again, this time with a calm tone, approaching his sister and placing a helmet on her shoulder. Luna reacted to feeling her sister's gentle touch, turning her head to look at her. “Luna...” began Celestia ‘I know what this means to you, but you must understand that we can't afford to let her go...’ she took a pause ”...she puts at risk everything you and I took so long to build.” “I know...” said Luna as she lowered her gaze ”But in that case shouldn't we go after her right now...you know as well as I do that the guards won't be able to catch her...” “Oh no dear it's not necessary...” he said making Luna look at her with confusion ”... she will come back to us.” “How are you so sure?” asked Luna confused. “Simple sister, she seeks revenge, those who seek revenge do not rest until they consummate the” she said as she walked towards the shattered window and admired the night landscape, Luna followed her placing herself next to her. “But...aren't you worried that I'll go get help, that I'll tell more ponies?....” Luna looked worriedly at her sister. “Not at all dear...” the answer left Luna even more confused ”...In fact I hope she does, if she makes another fuss like today it will be easier to find her and capture her and as for telling I'm not worried, after all who in all of Equestria would believe her?” Celestia began to leave the room at a slow pace, while Luna kept admiring the gardens while in the distance she heard the guards shouting orders and running through the corridors, she knew that the mare would escape without problems and, deep inside, she hoped it would be forever, that she would run away and never come back, but there was also what her sister had told her, she knew it was true and that, very soon, they would inevitably meet again. Just before following her sister out of the throne room, Luna looked up to appreciate what was left of the stained glass window, she was surprised to notice that the unfortunate victim of the altercation was none other than that of her and her sister, the day they founded Equestria.

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The Monument to All Your Sins.

The master plan of, what ended up being, equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.

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<p>&quot;The master plan of, what ended up being, Equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.<br/>When Cozy Glove, Lord Tirak and Queen Chysalis used the power of Grogar's millenary cowbell to absorb alicorn magic in a last-ditch attempt to take over Equestria, they accidentally triggered a magical reset, a ripple that went unnoticed by almost every being in existence, which made its way to the farthest reaches of not only Equestria, but the entire world, resonating in any artifact of a similar origin.<br/>This will bring back a ghost from a forgotten era that threatens to destroy everything any pony has ever known, calling into question not only reality itself but also, and more importantly, friendship.&quot;</p><p>This fanfic will take as reference the entire g4 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, seeking to expand its mythology. At no point does it seek to break with the existing canon, it is just a fan story.<br/>The fanfic will contain material not suitable for all audiences, such as: explicit violence, foul language, possible sexual content, etc.<br/>If you are not fond of this kind of material or you are under age, please refrain from reading this story.</p>

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2024-08-17T22:01:20+00:00

2024-08-17T22:01:20+00:00

In Ponyville, a storm was raging at Sweet Apple Acres' request due to the recent drought that had damaged the crops. Twilight had stayed up late in, what had recently, been her large library, as almost all of her things had been shipped to Canterlot she didn't even have a bed to sleep in not to mention that, due to her friendship school students, every room in the castle was occupied, luckily Starlight had set up a makeshift bed for her made of blankets and pillows so she and Spike could, at least, be comfortable. “Tea is ready Twilight...” announced Spike as he entered the room carrying a small tray with a teapot and a couple of cups, the little dragon walking silently and stopped when he received no response. Looking up he met Twilight's distracted gaze, lost between the pages of a book she didn't even seem to be reading. “Twilight...” repeated Spike causing the alicorn to look up and turn in surprise. “Oh Spike...sorry, thank you so much for the tea..” she gave him a small smile the baby dragon before looking back down at her book, she tried to read for a second before looking down and discarding the book. “Are you all right Twilight?” asked Spike as he placed the tray at the side of the blankets. “I...I don't know Spike, I keep thinking about what happened...about my coronation” Spike frowned, the memory was still fresh in both of their minds and there was no doubt that it still echoed deep in their minds. Spike wanted to comfort his friend, but couldn't find the words, he simply settled in beside her as he found the words. “You heard the princess, she told us everything would be all right...” the dragon began to say but was quickly interrupted. “But it's been two days and we haven't received any news. What if they're having trouble capturing him? What if he attacks again? What if the princesses are in danger and I'm not there to help them...!” Twilight began to hyperventilate as she held her head in frustration. Spike, foreseeing one of Twilight's nervous breakdowns, quickly stepped in front of her, holding her cheeks with his claws and lifting her chin to look at him. “Twilight, listen to me” the alicorn watched her friend's face. “I know this was unlike anything we've ever seen and I know we're all worried about what may or may not happen, but please think about it for a second, even though that crazy pony managed to get close to you and the princesses, she wasn't even able to touch them, Celestia protected them and thwarted her attempts to harm them, if anyone can control this situation, it's her don't you think?” Spike gave a wide comforting smile to his older sister as she finally seemed to get her breathing under control. “You're...You're right Spike, the princess is the most powerful and wise pony I know, she'll be able to handle this...” already more relaxed Twilight snuggled with Spike between the sheets as they drank a cup of tea in silence by candlelight, the sound of the rain echoed lightly on the castle roof, creating a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere. After a while the alicorn finally noticed, as the few remaining candles were about to burn out completely. “I think maybe it's time for us to go to sleep...” she said as she stretched. Spike found himself reading one of the few PowerPonies comics that hadn't been sent in the move engrossed, yet as he heard Twilight's voice it dawned on him, they really had both lost track of how late it really was. “Yeah, I think you're right..” the little dragon couldn't help but let out a yawn as she stretched and her friend smiled at the adorable gesture. In a moment Spike was already tucked between the sheets, curled up in a little ball while Twilight was arranging the books she had been reading and blowing out the candles one by one, just as she was about to blow out the last candle a distant sound stopped her in her tracks. For a moment she thought it had been her imagination, she might even have been sure of it since Spike didn't seem to have noticed, but the sound was repeated a moment later, this time more clearly, causing Spike to raise his head from his pillow. “What...is that?” asked the dragon as the sound repeated for the third time. “I, I'm not sure...” replied Twilight with another rumble of the sound. In a moment they were both walking down the main hallway in the direction of the sound, Twilight was holding the small candle with her magic while Spike followed just a couple of steps behind her, finally turning a corner they both came upon the source of the sound, the alicorn and the dragon found themselves frozen as they rounded the corner and discovered that it was nothing more or less than knocking on the front door of the palace. They both looked at each other and then looked at the door, the knocking, now, repeated at regular intervals, more frequent but no louder, making the corridors rumble with subtlety due to the silence of the night. “Did...did someone stay at school working late?” asked Spike almost whispering to Twilight. “No” replied the alicorn seriously ”Starlight confirmed it twice, everyone is either asleep in their rooms or went home...” “So is this another one of Pinkie's late night visits?” she asked even more nervously at the insistent knocking. “They don't sound like Pinkie's knocking...” the pony replied as she began to take small steps towards the door, Spike following soon after, walking cautiously behind her. “And shouldn't we...should we wake the others or something?” said the dragon trying to make as little noise as possible. “...No...” finally said Twilight just a few steps away from the door ‘It could be nothing, maybe a branch that fell because of the storm or maybe someone who needs help...’ the alicorn advanced until she stood right in front of the door and at that moment, the knocking abruptly stopped. The two shared nervous glances as Twilight brought a hoof close to the knob of the large door, turned it and opened it. The breeze that blew into the enclosure quickly blew out the candle, leaving, for a second, the little moonlight that slipped through the thick clouds as the only source of light. Twilight seemed to notice a silhouette standing in front of the door so she quickly lit her horn in a glowing violet light. There was indeed someone there, she was standing a couple of steps away from the door, clearly she had backed away before the alicorn opened and was now standing with half her body in the rain. “Good evening...” started to say Twilight with a cordial tone, the shadowed figure didn't respond, somewhat nervously the alicorn insisted. “Did you...need something?” still no response, the silence was making Twilight more and more nervous, the figure was tall, perhaps almost as tall as AppleJack and smelled bad, even with the whirlwind of smells the storm was bringing with it she was able to notice it. The purple mare began to lose patience as her nocturnal visitor maintained an immaculate silence, not even showing signs of movement, the alicorn tried to shine her horn brighter so she could see if it wasn't a scarecrow prank or something, but just then the figure took another couple of steps backwards, staying out of range of the flash of light. The sudden movement made Spike startle while it put Twilight on alert. “Hey!” she said with more authority in her voice ‘Enough games! Who are you..?’ she began to ask as she strained her eyes to try and make out some distinguishing feature in the figure ”And what do you want?” After another moment of silence the figure took a couple of steps, but this time forward, far enough to enter the alicorn's area of light, now with the dim illumination Twilight was able to denote a modicum of the stranger's appearance. He was covered from head to toe in thick rags, most of which appeared to be scraps of brown cloth similar to potato sacks, roughly sewn together like patches, and underneath these, though barely noticeable due to wear and tear, was a very deep blue cloth that hinted at some light gold detailing, the face was covered by a large hood where these tones were most visible, Twilight instantly recognized it. She guessed that Spike had also done it since they both froze and she could feel how the claws of the small dragon that held her turned cold all of a sudden. Terror invaded the princess of friendship for a long agonizing second, a thousand ideas flashed through her mind, scream, run, wake everyone in the palace, attack with her magic, whatever she was going to do she had to be quick, this pony was dangerous and could threaten everyone in the castle, just as her mental block was about to break a voice crossed the air. “Princess of Friendship Twilight Sparkle...” said the figure standing in front of her, removing her hood and unveiling the familiar gaunt scarred face. Just after that something happened that left Twilight and Spike gaping, the mare in front of them leaned forward and bowed, dropping to her knees before Twilight. “I need your help...” Now the ones who were speechless were them, the situation had thrown them off balance to such an extent that Twilight could feel her head throbbing, her breathing became fenoetic and her vision blurred slightly, she looked down to check if what she had seen was true and yes, there she was, the mare who only two days ago had caused an altercation like no other, where ponies had been badly hurt and their sun princess threatened with death, there she was bowing before her. Twilight mumbled a couple of unintelligible words as she took a couple of steps back, at the lack of a coherent response the unicorn spoke again. “Please your highness...I ask that you listen to what I have to say” the brown mare looked up slightly, looking Twilight straight in the eyes while still revering the. She was finally able to pull herself together, sorting out her thoughts and finding herself with a new feeling slowly replacing the fear, anger. “Because...?” he began to say in an angry tone that finally came out as a bellow ”Because in a thousand Equestrias would I listen to anything you have to say!!!?” The sudden rise in her voice surprised Spike, even Twilight herself was surprised at herself at such a display of fury, only to realize that these were more than justified, what stood before her was, in her eyes, nothing more than a criminal. At this resolution the alicorn realized that, most likely, they were not safe so she quickly flashed her horn, raising a shield that blocked the entrance door. This far from upsetting his visitor kept him in exactly the same place, undeterred. Twilight did not understand this strange behavior, at least now, thanks to the shield, she felt safer to continue questioning the mare. “You made an attempt against my life and against my princesses' lives...” incriminated the pony ‘Give me a single reason not to hand you over to justice’ Twilight kept her gaze fixed on the visitor's eyes, who did not look away and did not even change her facial expression, it was as if her face was frozen in a grimace of melancholy and exhaustion. At this sight the alicorn could not help but feel her anger subside, seen this way this mare did not seem to be able to provoke all the suffering and fear she had seen her consummate, she looked like any pony, with the difference that, apparently, she seemed to carry something too heavy on her shoulders, something that seemed sincere. Twilight then ventured a couple of steps forward, placing herself right in front of the shield. “Who...who are you?” he finally asked without breaking eye contact, it took the mare a moment to find the right words to answer. I'm...I'm .... I'm a soldier..” she finally said ”And I have a story to tell you...” Twilight pondered for a few moments, turning the idea over a thousand times, until finally, in one simple motion, the shield at the entrance disappeared. “Twilight are you crazy?” shrieked Spike in shock. “It's okay Spike..” she whispered to him as she stepped aside to let him pass ”Easy..” The mare rose heavily from the ground and walked towards the inside of the castle, her wet and muddy hooves stained the entrance immediately and the unpleasant smell immediately filled the nostrils of the hosts, Spike couldn't help but hold his nose and Twilight made a disguised grimace. When the visitor was fully inside Twilight used her magic to move the door which closed with a thud. Silence reigned for another long minute, the three looked at each other before the alicorn broke the silence. “Okay, follow me..” Twilight started walking down the hallway in the direction of the library with Spike at her side while the unicorn kept only a couple of steps behind her. The walk was tedious and the silence even more so, Spike fiddled with his claws nervously as Twilight walked with her eyes straight ahead while trying to ignore the cold sweat trickling down the back of her neck, she was beginning to wonder if she had really made the right decision, this pony was undoubtedly dangerous and allowing her to enter so easily into the compound where not only her friends, but also her students were staying could have been seen as complete stupidity. Still there was no incident, apart from the heavy, shuffling footsteps of the unicorn no other sound came from her, finally arriving at the library and inviting her to enter. The mare stood in the middle of the room while Twilight with her magic levitated new candles from the other side of the room, lighting them and arranging them in a perfect wide circle, after that she levitated several pillows, arranging them on the floor creating three comfortable seats, two on one side of the circle and the other at the other end. “Well, have a seat...” the hostess finally said. “No...” replied the unicorn curtly ‘I prefer to stand’ Twilight was surprised at the rudeness but decided not to insist, taking a seat with Spike at her side. Again silence filled the atmosphere again, the unicorn just stood with her head down and her gaze lost, seemingly absent, finally the alicorn, in a gesture of impatience but also concern cleared her throat loudly, catching the mare's attention. “Ahem! You eh, you can start whenever you want.” The unicorn swallowed spit and looked directly at her hostess, taking a moment longer and closing her eyes for a second, she began to speak. “You...you were born and raised in this land you call Equestria, you lived surrounded by prosperity and plenty, in perpetual and seemingly uninterrupted peace...” the mare paused as she leaned to the side, supporting herself on her right legs. “But what would you tell me if I told you, that all that peace, all that fullness, were built on a sea of death and lies...?” Twilight could tell how the mare slurred a few words, her pronunciation was coarse and crude even so, she seemed to have a wide lexicon. “What do you mean?” the alicorn finally said. “I mean that all this...” she paused gesturing towards the huge library ”This whole kingdom, all this harmony, it's all a sham, built to ensure order and control...” “Control over what?” asked Twilight increasingly intrigued. “Over everything” he replied as his gaze lingered in the distance ‘Over ponies, over dragons, over griffins, over any creature that flies, walks or swims, this peace is just a prison...’ before Twilight could question him he took back his words forcefully. “And this prison has jailers, the ones responsible for creating it in the first place..” the alicorn braced herself in anticipation, already expecting what was coming next ”Those whom you call princesses, those who call themselves Celestia and Luna..” She thought she was ready to hear it, but the power of the words caught her off guard, her mind could not even begin to size up the amount of reasons why those words were, plain and simple, ridiculous, never in a million years, never ever, did Twilight Sparkle think she would hear someone attribute something so absurd and impossible to the ponies who had sacrificed the most for the welfare of Equestria, who had fought so hard for their people and for defending what was right, simply, it was absurd. “Listen...” the purple pony began to say trying to keep her composure ”I don't know what you're looking to achieve or what your motivations are, but you won't achieve anything by slandering and lying about...” “It's not lies!” Shouted the mare in a tone almost too loud that probably would have woken someone up if only the library wasn't so far away from the rooms. The sudden outburst put Twilight on the defensive, almost making her jump out of her seat along with Spike who, in shock, had taken flight. Both Pony and dragon looked in the direction of their visitor who again had that angry expression on her face, gritting her teeth and scowling. The unicorn, seeing the reaction of her hosts, took a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm herself, she had to, she had to keep calm if what she was about to relate didn't seem like the ravings of a lunatic. “Listen...” she finally said sighing ”I know it sounds crazy, if I were you I would think the same thing, but please, I beg you, listen to everything I have to say, hopefully, it will shed some light on your doubts.” The pony's change in attitude made Twilight regain her composure, she seemed to be making a great effort to behave herself in his presence and not give in to her impulses, the alicorn considered that valuable enough to stop questioning and listen with unclouded ears. “Very well...I hear you then,” Twilight said taking her seat again while Spike just stood beside her. The unicorn took another deep breath, relaxing before continuing. “You may think your princesses are old, that they've lived for a long time, and you wouldn't be wrong, but you have no idea how long, in fact, they've been walking this world...” the mare looked nervous, tense, as if battling to say every word. “What if I told you that the princesses you praise to this day are over ten thousand years old?” Twilight didn't answer, it didn't seem like it was a question that would need to be answered, still the alicorn did the math in her head and found it illogical, according to the historical records of Equestria, Celestia and Luna were born during the time of Star Swirl the Bearded, being his apprentices and pupils to later ascend as the rulers of Equestria, something that happened no more than nineteen hundred years ago. “Your princesses belong to a millenary race...” Twilight's thoughts were interrupted ‘A race that came from the stars and that inhabited this land centuries and centuries before ponies even existed...’ now if the alicorn was more than confused, one moment she was talking about the history of Equestria and now she was mentioning beings coming from the stars, this sounded more and more like madness. “ Their reign over this land lasted for millennia, they molded the land to their liking and ruled over any creature that was born and lived under their hooves, until...” “Stop for a second, if that what you say is true how is it possible that no other supposed being besides Celestia and Luna has ever ever been seen throughout history, or even a mention of it...What happened to them?” he finally asked. “As I told you, this happened a long, long time ago...” she answered vaguely before continuing ”Neither I, nor anyone else who has ever heard this story knows why or how or who, the only sure thing is that, at some point the beings messed with something they shouldn't have, something dark and more powerful than them, whatever it was, destroyed them, wiped them all out in an extermination of unimaginable proportions, or well...almost all of them.” Twilight was beginning to become engrossed in the story, she could even feel Spike settle back down on the ground and sit up, giving her full attention to the mare. “The only survivors of this celestial massacre were two, at the time small, who, upon being stripped of their divine right, began an odyssey to regain their supremacy...” It all sounded too incredible, but more incredible was for Twilight to realize that she had relaxed, she was no longer tense or frightened in the presence of the unicorn, somehow her words and the tone in which they spoke cleared any suspicions the alicorn might have had. “Here is a wide time gap in which I possess no information about what happened, I will skip to the time when I became part of this story...” the unicorn cleared her throat ”I was born in this realm, just like you, but.... it was a very different place than the one you know, when I was born this realm was known by another name, it's hard to pronounce it in its current language but a more or less accurate translation would be “Empire of Crimson Dusk” or failing that “Empire of Crimson Dyed Dusk”. ..” Twilight didn't know what to say at the turn the story was taking, the mention of the supposed name of ancient Equestria brought her nerves back, dormant deep within her. “I am not sure how long ago that was, but, I can deduce that it was about three thousand five hundred years ago...” the mare looked at the ground, as if trying to assimilate that amount of time ” I, like many back then, did not even know my mother, I was snatched from her arms as soon as I was born...my mother, one of the unfortunate souls caught in the sickly machinery of the world...” The mare looked wistful for a moment, looking for a moment like she would sit down but regretting it at the last moment, steadying herself again. “I ahem, I was born on one of the breeding farms for manpower, upon being born a unicorn I was lucky or unlucky enough to be redistributed to the farms for infantry, once there I was raised by the imperial army along with several others to train and eventually become...” “Wait wait wait wait!” exclaimed Twilight in a daze ‘What the hell are you talking about...breeding farms? Manpower? Infantry?’ the alicorn didn't understand the correlation between the beginning of the story and the barbarism she thought she understood the mare was now spitting out. The unicorn watched the friendship princess in confusion for a moment before it dawned on her what information had been omitted. “Oh excuse me, I think I got a little ahead of myself...” the mare took a moment to reorder ”During the time of the empire Celestia and Luna were in the middle of a campaign of conquest, a turf war against the griffins and dragons or at least, their ancestors...” Twilight gaped. “Also, back then, wild beasts created by an ancient being of darkness Grogar, threatened to invade the empire, killing and destroying villages and crops, the princesses Celestia and Luna...” the mare paused ”Sorry, I don't feel comfortable calling them by that name...” “What do you mean?” asked Twilight. “Back then they were known neither by those names nor by that title, for my entire life and the entire duration of the empire they were known as the queens Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon...” The alicorn turned pale, so far everything that mare said could be attributed to a delirium or an excess of imagination, but now with this Twilight's nerves were starting to get out of control, it wasn't because of Nightmare Moon, after all it was a recent legend, any pony had heard of it, but the name Daybreaker, Twilight had only heard it once. The time Starlight Glimmer was summoned by the map of friendship to Canterlot castle due to a dispute between the two princesses, in which Starlight herself exchanged her cutie marks in an incredible way and ended up trapped in a nightmare with Celestia, she had told her that there she met an evil version of the same that answered to the name of Daybreaker, she had also told her that the princess seemed very shocked to see her and that she seemed extremely worried. How was it possible that this pony, that she had never seen in her life, knew such a specific detail? did she guess? no, impossible, the probabilities were very slim, so Twilight had to get the frightening and demented idea that everything she was hearing now was real. “As you can guess...” continued the mare snapping Twilight out of her trance ”Even for beings as powerful as them the conflict had overwhelmed them, they did not possess enough volunteer soldiers to fight on so many fronts at once not to mention the great loss in crops and raw materials, this war threatened to destroy their emerging empire... until they devised a solution.” Twilight was afraid, she didn't want to hear this anymore, she didn't want to know more, but, faced with the minuscule possibility of veracity in what she was hearing she couldn't back out. “The queens instituted that all families of earth ponies, pegasus and unicorns must give one of their children to serve the empire, said children will be educated in obedience and devotion to fulfill different functions, being the main one to be part of the armed forces to fight the invaders and conquer new territory, these sons and daughters would be forced to procreate new offspring and this in turn replaces the previous one, managing to get, in a relatively short time, a vast army with which, finally, they could face their enemies.... ” Twilight was hyperventilating, sl sweat covered her face, her mouth was dry and she could feel nausea building up in her stomach, Spike for his part was white and his gaze was lost, it was hard to tell if he believed the story as much as Twilight did, but it was obvious that he was disturbed by the excess of detail in it. “Ahem me, well I was born in something that the queens baptized as “breeding farms”..... once the Mares reached a certain age they were subjected to a physical exam, the purpose of which was to find out if they were fit for breeding or if their bodies were already too injured to fulfill that task, in the case of passing the exam they were dismissed from their positions and ranks, no matter how high the rank or how important the labors were, taken and locked away in the farms, so that, from now on, their only purpose would be to be inseminated to give birth to the next generation that would serve the empire...” Twilight could have sworn the vomit rising in her throat, it was impossible, it was disgusting, it was...obscene, she simply couldn't size up what she was hearing. “Stallions on the other hand, well they were only kept in service until the day they died...” as strange as it seemed the unicorn couldn't help but smile slightly. “And....what about you?” a muffled voice was heard coming from Twilight. The unicorn looked up bumping into the crumbling face of the princess of friendship, who looked as if she was going to faint. “I...?” the unicorn widened her smile absentmindedly ‘I didn't pass the test...’ she finally said. “I was discarded as a breeding mare and reinstated in my duties, I must thank the dragons for that, it was one of their injuries that left me unable to bear children...” the unicorn looked sideways at the little dragon who barely managed to raise his gaze to see her and winked at her. Noticing that her attempt to lighten the conversation had no effect on her hosts the unicorn cleared her throat again and lowered her head, losing her smile. “And what were they...?” asked Twilight haltingly, which caused the mare to look at her with a confused expression. “Your duties...what were they?” she finally asked. The unicorn took a moment in silence to answer. “I already told you...I'm a soldier...” Silence reigned again and both mares gave each other long looks until Spike's voice finally came through. “So, if you were born over three and a half thousand years ago...how come you're here now?” the question threw both of them off, more so Twilight as it dawned on her, how could she have missed such an obvious questioning, for a moment she was hopeful believing that was the reason she needed to dismiss all that sick crap, she thanked Spike for recovering from her initial shock as he had now laid his cards on the table. The unicorn looked at the dragon with a solemn look before letting out a sigh and replying. “Truth be told, even I can't quite figure it out yet, but perhaps it can be explained by this...” the mare tucked a hoof between her robes which made Twilight and Spike stand on alert for a second, fearful and attentive, but the panic was dispelled when a flash of gold peeked out from between the robes. “In my last assignment...” he began to say while holding in front of Twilight the impossibly shaped golden hourglass ”I was sent to distant lands, lands that are now known as the zebra territory, back then they were nothing more than a couple of isolated tribes though with a lot of potential, I was ordered to steal and bring to the empire an artifact that, according to legends, was able to freeze time...this is that artifact.” Twilight analyzed the clock up and down, trying to understand what exactly it was she was seeing but, besides the peculiar shape of the artifact, the alicorn couldn't sense any trace of magical power coming from it. Before the alicorn could protest the mare continued. “I found the place where they guarded it, I infiltrated, but something went wrong, I was discovered and cornered in the chamber where the treasure was guarded, there was a battle and then...nothing, the next thing I remember is that I woke up in that same cavern disoriented and confused, and by the time I went outside...everything was different” suddenly the mare's tone was filled with melancholy and she lowered her gaze to the ground. “Nothing was as I remembered, the smell of the air, the position of the rivers, even the mountains seemed to have moved, it took me a long time to realize that the artifact had activated, freezing me for who knows how many years until for some reason it simply lost its power and deactivated...” Twilight continued to admire the watch, even taking it with her magic and holding it close to her face, the engravings on it were beautiful no doubt and it looked like a very ancient language, one that even she could not decipher. “As soon as she understood my situation I decided to return to the empire, even though I didn't know if she would still be there I had no other place to go, I set out on my journey, learning about the new world I had come to, meeting its people and marveling at the peace that had been achieved, I thought that...perhaps and despite the war the queens had accomplished their goal of unifying and establishing an absolute and prosperous reign...” Twilight had put aside her watch to pay attention to the story, which was already giving airs of being soon to end. “I heard many stories while traveling, about two kind princesses, the betrayal of one of them, her banishment and how the elder one unified with harmony and diplomacy a prosperous kingdom, it all sounded very strange to me, but I dismissed it thinking that they were simple misinterpretations, after all, it had been a long time...” the mare began to tap the ground lightly with one of her hind hooves, apparently without noticing. “Until I....finally arrived at what they called the Castle of the two Sisters, although I confused directions and got lost on the way I arrived, it was strange, to see the palace of the regents in that condition, when I left it had just announced its construction, I know I should have gone to Canterlot, but there was something in the back of my mind that bothered me and which required answers...” suddenly the voice of the unicorn seemed to break starting to stammer. “And I...I found them...then I knew” the mare raised her gaze and looked into the eyes of the princess of friendship. “I knew that everything, all the death, all the suffering, all the anger, had been for nothing...the former queens had managed to erase all history and rewrite it at their convenience, becoming the benevolent princesses that everyone loves and admires...and I...” Twilight could tell tears were beginning to form in the unicorn's eyes. “I just...I couldn't take it...” the mare gritted her teeth trying to hold back the sobs ” It wasn't fair...that the world would forget us like that...that they would throw us away like we were nothing...after all we gave for them...” Tears began to fall down the mare's face who was trying to wipe them away by passing her clothes over her face. “That's why I...decided to kill them, out of revenge, out of retribution, for all those who died and now, no one remembers...” Silence reigned, this time more than ever as the mare held back her tears and stood firm again. Once Twilight realized that her story was over it took her a long moment to fully recover, she had no words for this, absolutely none, her mind tried to assimilate all the information she had just received and compared it to everything she had ever known, she turned it over and over with a blank stare, in the end the only thing she could whisper was. “It's impossible..” despite the fact that she said it in a low voice it echoed throughout the room, reaching the ears of the unicorn which tensed slightly, observing the blank stare of her hostess she could deduce the conclusion she had reached. “What you say is impossible...” said Twilight again, no matter from which angle she wanted to analyze it everything her guest had told her was, without a doubt, crazy, it went against everything she had learned, everything she had lived, the very reality in which she lived, it simply couldn't be real. “I understand you...” heard the alicorn who, surprised, looked up to see the smiling face of the unicorn who was looking down at the floor. “I understand that this goes against everything you've ever believed...if I were you I wouldn't believe me either..” Twilight finally managed to pull herself together enough from her tangle of thoughts. “You...you, you, don't even have any proof that what you say is true...” she finally said as a sigh. “Well, that's not quite true...” said the unicorn causing both hosts to look up. “Though for how little they mean they might as well be nothing...” suddenly the unicorn flashed her horn causing her robes to tremble slightly, a couple of clicks were heard and finally, the mare's robes fell to the ground. Twilight's disbelief was replaced with a new wave of shock as she saw the visitor's naked body, finding herself unable to believe her eyes. Virtually every inch of the mare's body was covered with scars, just as on her face there were scars of all kinds and of different sizes; There were some so small and superficial that they were barely noticeable and others that seemed so deep and huge that the alicorn could not understand how anyone could even survive such wounds, both front legs were butchered, one of them seemed completely burned while the other had only a few patches of fur left, the rest being bare skin, along his sides and back were a series of deep cuts, so deep that the scarred skin allowed to see the outline of some bones under them, on his neck there was a large mark that spanned the entire circumference of his neck, Twilight couldn't help but think it looked like the mark of a very tight collar, finally his hind legs and tail were covered with multiple lacerations and more cuts. The alicorn lost all the air left in her lungs, the image of the emaciated mare disturbed her to such an extent that she found herself looking away because of how grotesque the scene was. It took her a moment to gather the courage to look at her again, now with the initial shock passing Twilight could see that, underneath all those scars was a beefy body, her muscles standing out even more due to the exposed skin, for a moment she thought her figure reminded her of Rainbow Dash's, making the image even stranger. “It's...horrible...” she finally said as the unicorn arranged her neatly folded clothes on the floor. “Uh...what...” the mare asked in confusion before looking down at her own body. “Ah this...no no, this isn't the test... “she said nonchalantly as she took a couple of steps towards Twilight who, out of instinct, also takes a couple of steps back, then the mare takes a step to the side turning, presenting her flank to the alicorn. At first she thought the mare's cutie mark was horribly disfigured by her multiple scars, but on closer inspection she discovered that it was something much worse. Instead of a cutie mark adorning her side the mare had what was undoubtedly a mark made with a hot iron, the design was uniform, somewhat wrinkled by the contraction of the skin but very clear. Twilight covered her mouth with her hooves, she could perfectly recognize the shapes mimicking the design, it was a large ornate circle, with a uniform pattern, inside you could see two very recognizable figures, it was a sun and a moon in almost uniform harmony, with the difference that the moon was much larger encompassing most of the circle. “This is my mark, which identifies me as a member of the imperial legion of Queen Nightmare Moon, it is an unbreakable union that binds me to my regent for all eternity...” Twilight had to take a step forward to fully appreciate it, she tried to fool herself, trying to convince herself that it was something else, but it was undeniable, she spun around the mare and found that there was another mark on her other side, letting out a gasp of anguish when she noticed that, no matter how hard she tried, she could not discern any real cutie mark underneath the scar. “Why....why?” asked the alicorn meeting the mare's face which was staring straight ahead. “Well, the queens decided that they would each have a legion of their own, so, in case any of them were captured or controlled there was still a legion completely loyal to their...” “No!” exclaimed Twilight startling the unicorn who turned around in surprise ‘Why!’ she asked again pointing this time to the mark on her side. The unicorn finally understood what he was referring to letting out a surprised gasp. “Oh...why?” the mare pondered for a moment, looking back to the front, letting out another sigh she finally answered. “I was born as cannon fodder, less than a pony...non-ponies have no right to a cutie mark...” Those words were the last straw, Twilight's dizziness reached its limit and she dropped face first to the ground, lying completely still as Spike went to her aid. “Twilight! Twilight! Are you all right?” the dragon asked over the course of a minute as the alicorn kept her gaze averted, her guest held still in place, expectant and prepared for the worst. Finally, after Spike checked to make sure Twilight was still breathing and one more moment of awkward silence the princess of friendship finally spoke. “I'm...I'm sorry...” she said dryly. “Oh you don't have to apologize, nothing that happened to me...” quickly the mare was interrupted. “No..I mean, I'm so sorry I can't believe you...” The comment made the unicorn's eyes widen. “I'm sorry I just...it's impossible... “the guest searched for her hostess' gaze but only found her staring into nothingness, pale and with her mouth half-open. The mare thought about saying something else but stopped herself, there was nothing more she could say, her listener had made up her mind about what to believe and as much as she regretted it and found it hard to admit, it was to be expected. Letting out a sigh of disappointment the unicorn whispered to herself. “One has to be strong, to deny what is in front of him...” She then crossed the room, grabbed her clothes and began to dress quickly. Spike watched the situation dumbfounded, he couldn't believe what that pony had just told them either, Twilight was right it was impossible, even so he found himself worried and dejected at the disappointed attitude of the unicorn, he could see her adjusting her heavy robes as she flashed her horn to refasten them, just as she seemed to be about to head for the exit she turned to them, flashing her horn once more, from between her robes she pulled out a small piece of folded parchment which she held out to Spike. “What....what's this?” the little dragon asked confused. “It is my second test, go there if you still wish to know the answers...” the unicorn gave a serious and deep look that gave Spike a shiver ”But, be warned, if you are going to venture into the darkness, be careful, what dwells there, was left so that no one will ever know the truth...” And without further ado he turned around in the direction of the exit, Spike looked at the piece of paper for a moment, then at Twilight who kept her gaze blankly repeating over and over again. “It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible....” Then Spike, not quite sure why, took off after the pony. “Wait!” he exclaimed reaching her down the hallway, she didn't slow her pace but did raise her head slightly. “You're not still trying to convince her? Isn't that what you came for?” asked the dragon in exultation. “I have no more to tell you little dragon, I respect that she doesn't believe it, like I said, if I were her, I wouldn't believe me either...” the unicorn turned down the hallway towards the front door with the little dragon a couple of steps behind her. “Uh..but where will you go now?” asked the dragon taking flight and fluttering around her. “Well, I still have a vendetta to fulfill...” the words stopped Spike in his tracks. “You? You're going to try again...?” he asked incredulously. “Yes. What choice do I have?” the mare said reluctantly. “You could just go!” exclaimed the dragon causing the unicorn to stop just a few steps from the door. “Yes! You could just leave and never come back, live the rest of your life away from Equestria...because, if what you say is true and princesses are indeed that powerful...you, you don't stand a chance...” The unicorn stood still without turning to look at the dragon for a moment. “What's your name dragon?” she asked surprisingly. “Uh....Spike.” “Well Spike let me tell you one thing, all my life I served and fought for someone else's interests, all my life had purpose because of the dreams of someone other than me...” she paused. “For the first time I am deciding what I want to do with my life and in what ideals to turn it into...if those ideals lead me to death at least I will know that I died because I decided so...” the unicorn shone his horn opening the door and letting in again the steady breeze of the storm, putting on his hood and starting to walk again. Just before he stepped into the darkness of the night Spike spoke one last time. “Wait!” his words stopping the mare again. “What...what's your name?” The unicorn turned slightly with her face covered to look at the dragon, debating the answer for a second. “Bek” he finally said, the dragon quizzically replied without thinking. “That's not a name” realizing how rude he sounded embarrassed but his visitor didn't seem to mind replying. “Well that's my name...goodbye Spike the dragon, apologize to your princess for me..” And without further ado, he walked out the door, losing himself in the distance. Spike watched her walk away through the open door, he would be lying if he said he didn't feel almost the same as Twilight, the whole thing had been surreal and the chances of any of what that pony had told them being real was simply impossible, still Spike looked down at his claw in which he held the piece of paper, for a moment he thought about opening it but the idea was promptly dismissed, he had already suffered too many headaches that night, in one swift movement, he flew to the door and locked it.

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Sex,Violence

The Monument to All Your Sins.

The master plan of, what ended up being, equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.

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<p>&quot;The master plan of, what ended up being, Equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.<br/>When Cozy Glove, Lord Tirak and Queen Chysalis used the power of Grogar's millenary cowbell to absorb alicorn magic in a last-ditch attempt to take over Equestria, they accidentally triggered a magical reset, a ripple that went unnoticed by almost every being in existence, which made its way to the farthest reaches of not only Equestria, but the entire world, resonating in any artifact of a similar origin.<br/>This will bring back a ghost from a forgotten era that threatens to destroy everything any pony has ever known, calling into question not only reality itself but also, and more importantly, friendship.&quot;</p><p>This fanfic will take as reference the entire g4 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, seeking to expand its mythology. At no point does it seek to break with the existing canon, it is just a fan story.<br/>The fanfic will contain material not suitable for all audiences, such as: explicit violence, foul language, possible sexual content, etc.<br/>If you are not fond of this kind of material or you are under age, please refrain from reading this story.</p>

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2024-08-19T21:04:39+00:00

2024-08-19T22:37:38+00:00

Spike's awakening was bitter, after such a complicated night the little dragon at least hoped to have a restful sleep, which translates to a minimum of 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep, but no, as much as he tried to hold on to sleep it was sullied by the sound of frantic movements and compulsive murmuring. When the dragon finally opened his eyes he found Twilight, who was walking from one side of the library to the other, around her levitated several books open on different pages, it didn't take the dragon long to realize that they were some of the books of Starlight's small collection, curiously, they all shared the same theme reflected in their covers, history. “Mhnnn...Twilight?” the sleepy voice of Spike snapped Twilight out of her morning mania, at least long enough for her to turn to look at her friend. “Oh good morning Spike Did you sleep well?” the question was asked with an oddly nervous tone. “Uh...yeah. And you?” Spike replied as he got up from the makeshift bed and walked over to his friend. “Sureeeee...!” the alicorn replied with an excess of enthusiasm ”Why wouldn't I be? It was just a rough night is all.” Spike could clearly denote the symptoms of psychotic Twilight, he wondered if perhaps, despite the fact that they both went to bed after their visitor's departure, she had been able to get even a little sleep. “Oh that's..great, and emmm...now what do you do?” he asked trying a calm approach. “Oh nothing it's just, a little research, I felt bored all of a sudden and said why not?” “Oh, okay and what's your research about?” Spike was trying to remain calm in the face of an outbreak that seemed to be more serious than usual, he didn't blame her for it either, but he wanted to make sure it was still manageable. “It's just a little pony history refresher, for no particular reason..” Twilight let out a nervous chuckle and went back to concentrating on her books. Spike looked around the room, noticing the packing crates, previously sealed by Starlight, completely destroyed, as well as hundreds of scrolls on the floor which held what Spike could deduce was a timeline, he took one between his claws and analyzed it. The timeline went in reverse, starting from the time of Star Swirl to the times of the ancient pony society, noting how, exactly at the two thousand year mark in the past, there was a large gap that was then picked up again at the five thousand year mark, in the time of Grogar. At this Spike looked at more scrolls noting that, despite some having more or less information, they all agreed on that three thousand year empty time span, now I understand Twilight's growing desperation, with some discomfort he decided that a direct confrontation would be best. “Hey Twilight...” she said nervously. “Yeah Spike” she said in a cheerful tone that sounded fake. “I wanted to ask you something...regarding last night...” the calm voice of Spike was abruptly interrupted by a clatter caused by Twilight dropping the books she was holding with her magic. The little dragon was startled as the alicorn turned sharply taking frantic steps towards him, glaring at him. “Nothing happened last night Spike!” she shrieked as her eyes widened like saucers. Startled at his friend's reaction Spike tried hard not to show his latent concern, he had never seen her like this, not even in her worst moments, he could see in her eyes how much the late night visit had affected her, he took a deep breath and continued. “Twilight...” he said calmly, which caused the alicorn to relax her posture and her expression to change to a more worried and downcast one. “I...I'm sorry Spike, it's just...agh!” the mare cried out in frustration ”I, I don't even know what's wrong, it shouldn't be anything wrong if it's not true but....What if it is? If everything that...pony said is true, then yes there is something terribly wrong...” “And don't you think it would be better to talk it over with our friends, maybe that way...” “NOOOOOO!!!” the alicorn shrieked shrilly. “We can't tell anyone about this Spike-anyone!!!” “But...why?” asked the dragon clearly confused. “Spike this can't be known, not until we know if what she told us is true, if we start telling it there will be panic, please just see me, I'm the freaking friendship princess and the very idea of this being even the slightest bit real is driving me crazy.” As much as she wanted to debate it, Twilight was right, this news could endanger all of Equestria if it spread the wrong way. “But then...what are we supposed to do?” “We need to find proof, real proof that verifies the story she told us...” Twilight paused, trying to remember. “Bek,” Spike interrupted. “What?” “That was her name...” said Spike remembering the last words his visitor had said to him before saying goodbye and then he remembered. “She told me to apologize to you for her...” Spike ran to the sheets on the floor rummaging around for a moment before returning to Twilight. “And she also gave me this...” he said as he showed her the small folded piece of paper. “What's that?” asked Twilight taking it with her magic. “I don't know, she told me to follow him if we still wanted the answers...” Twilight unfolded the small paper quickly, analyzing it for a moment. “Spike...” the mare began to say, catching the dragon's attention. “I haven't the slightest idea what this is...” “What!” The dragon exclaimed as he moved to Twilight's side to look at the contents of the paper. Indeed its contents made no sense, it was just a bunch of randomly arranged lines, circles, rectangles and arrows, accompanied by a bunch of illegible notations. “But what...?” exclaimed Spike taking the parchment ‘What the hell is this?’ the dragon got as close as possible to the inscriptions trying to read them but it was impossible. “Maybe, she got the wrong paper...” the dragon mentioned. Twilight let out a long groan, the only possible clue they could have had was just a bunch of scribbles. After a moment's digression the alicorn shook his head and exclaimed. “No! It must mean something, we just have to decipher the what...” Twilight began to say as she resumed her pacing back and forth. “We need help...” she said looking at the ground thoughtfully. “But, you said we couldn't tell anyone...” replied Spike quizzically. “We don't need to explain anything Spike, we just need to find someone who is able to tell us what's in here.” “Alright... “the dragon began to say ”Who do we know who is smart enough or knowledgeable enough in glyphs, ancient language or Equestrian history...?” Both dragon and pony looked at each other and before long they were running out of the library and in the direction of the main entrance. The halls were beginning to fill with students heading to classes and in the midst of the commotion, Spike and Twilight ran into Starlight. “Oh Spike, Twilight, good morning!” Effusively exclaimed the unicorn missing her friends' misaligned appearance. “Starlight, perfect just who I wanted to see...!” said Twilight in a louder tone than she would have liked ”Do you know if Sunburst is still in town?” Starlight, confused at the seemingly random question replied. “Uh...if he'll be staying in Ponyville until your coronation takes place..” “Great! do me a favor, could you tell him I'd like to have a meeting with him when we get back, Spike and I have to leave to attend to important matters.” “Uh..yeah sure I'll...” Without waiting for Starlight to finish her response the alicorn resumed her run followed closely by the little dragon, just as they were about to turn down the hallway the unicorn's voice stopped her in her tracks. “Twilight wait!” The mare turned to look at what had been her first pupil, her look must have denoted her concern and lack of sleep since Starlight asked. “Is everything...okay?” Twilight thought longer than she should have, prolonging a silence that emphasized the strangeness of the situation, after deep thought Twilight gave a faint forced smile to her friend and replied. “Yes Starlight...everything is fine...” and without further ado she ran off. Starlight thought for a moment, she didn't understand why her teacher seemed so upset, yes she had seen her shocked after the attack during her coronation but now she looked even more disturbed, she quickly dismissed the idea, it must not be such a big deal, after all, if it was, she would tell her. Spike and Twilight flew over the streets of Ponyville, speeding through the sky, out of the town limits and into the Everfree forest, their first stop being Zecora's house. The zebra scanned the inscriptions and symbols on the paper carefully, Twilight and Spike remained silent, sitting in the living room of the hut, after a long moment the healer looked up and wore a confused expression. “Twilight Sparkle and Spike the dragon, I understand what your concern is, but on this paper I only see lines and squiggles for no reason” the zebra said solemnly in her usual harmonious tone. “But is there really nothing you can deduce from these symbols, nor from the strange text?” asked Twilight impatiently. “This text might be readable...” began Zecora as Twilight's eyes lit up ‘If the dirt and water hadn't made it unrecognizable’ the alicorn squealed in frustration. “Zecora please, you're the best decipherer we know of can't you really tell us anything?” asked Spike in a calm tone. The zebra watched the dragon and then the scroll for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I could provide you with an alternative, however in it I will tarry...” the zebra began to say as she set the parchment aside and began to pull things off her shelves ”An old technique I know of to reveal ink, if it was used long before disuse the writing will not have become extinct.” Twilight and Spike looked at each other hopefully before the zebra continued. “But as I tell you, the process takes time, if you want an answer you will have to come back another time.” At this Twilight pondered for a second. “Sure Zecora just give me a second..” said the alicorn as she flashed her horn, pulling another scroll, ink and a quill from her saddlebag. In a tangle of quick movements Twilight took the old parchment and, in a couple of minutes, had perfectly replicated all the shapes and symbols, bypassing the unintelligible text and handing the original to Zecora. “How long do you think it will take you to decipher the text?” asked Twilight as she put her things away. “There is no way to speed up the process, however I would have it by tomorrow afternoon if I don't take any breaks.” “I really appreciate it Zecora...” began Twilight as he and Spike retreated, however their departure was interrupted by the zebra. “Twilight Sparkle?” the alicorn and dragon spun around. “Forgive my boldness but what do you need this knowledge for?” Twilight went cold at the question, she could explain, tell her, but she had made a promise to herself, not to mention that surely having to tell everything slows down the process and this one needed to be as efficient as possible. “Oh it's just...for an ancient history study” she replied devoting a smile. The zebra looked at her with a quizzical expression yet said nothing more to question the, she simply said goodbye and they both started their way back to town. They both still had one more stop before returning to the castle and, although this second pony was a most peculiar choice, Twilight wanted to be sure to cover all possibilities. Walking through the streets of the village, they advanced in silence, Twilight lost in thought and Spike not wanting to interrupt the, finally a cute little house adorned with yellow and purple flowers, a small garden in the front welcomed the guest and, in the middle of it, a curious contraption, both the alicorn and the dragon knew what it was, after all they had traveled to the more modern cities of Equestria where seeing them was no stranger, however, to any small town pony who had not traveled much in their lives, it was still a rarity. The pair of friends walked carefully across the yard, avoiding the toys strewn on the grass and passing by the bright blue phone booth. Stopping on the porch and knocking gently on the door. A few moments passed before the door opened and a squint-eyed gray pegasus greeted the pair. “Oh Princess Twilight Sparkle how nice to see you here!” exclaimed Derpy giving them a wide smile. “Just tell me Twilight Derpy you don't need to be so formal...” the pegasus scratched her head quizzically before letting out a giggle. “Oh excuse me princess, I always forget that you and I knew each other from before” Twilight couldn't help but let out a sigh at Derpy's apparent disinterest to stop referring to her as ‘princess’, her thoughts quickly went to a small lavender colored unicorn foal peeking out from behind Derpy. “Mommy why is there a princess is at our door?” asked the little girl with a shocked expression on her face. “Oh sweetie! Well she's here because...because...oh excuse me could you tell me again why you came?” Derpy scratched her head again looking back at Twilight. “Actually...” started to say the alicorn ”We were coming to see your husband.” “My husband?” asked Derpy quizzically. “Yes, we need to talk to him about something very important” said Twilight with a serious expression. The pegasus seemed to grasp the situation quickly before exclaiming happily again. “But of course! He's in the garden” Twilight and Spike turned to the garden and saw nothing, no trace of the pony they were looking for, in a moment Derpy screamed effusively, so loud that it scared the princess and the dragon. “Honey!!! The princess is looking for you!!!!” for a moment, nothing happened and the next, the phone booth shook violently, there was scuffling and things falling and finally it opened, revealing a brown earth pony wrapped in wires and full of oil stains. “Huh, what, when, where?” the pony looked confused and Derpy, in a tone again too high again exclaimed. “Look love, the princess came to see you, she says she has to talk to you about something important!” for a moment Twilight cursed Derpy's indiscretion in shouting that so nonchalantly but then it dawned on her that it didn't really matter, since no one knew what she was talking about. The family invited them in, sitting down at the dining room table and offering them delicious muffins. Finally the doctor sat down at the table with Twilight and Spike while Derpy and her daughter Dinky played in the living room. “Very well Princess Twilight, tell me what can I do for you?” “Well doctor Hooves, sorry to bother you like this in your house but, we need to know your opinion about something” quickly Twilight took the parchment out of her bag, unrolling it on the table and showing it to the doctor who began to analyze it, placing a monocle on it. After a minute the doctor looked up. “Where did you get this?” he asked without much hesitation. For a second, again, Twilight didn't know what to answer, Spike being quicker with his response. “Ehhh...it's about a very old document...yeah, Twilight and I, we're just trying to figure out what it means” the answer seemed to satisfy the doctor as he looked closely at the details of the forms again. “Well...I'm really not too sure...” the answer re-boosted Twilight's nerves. “I would say it could be some sort of code cipher but some of the shapes overlap others and are symmetrically distributed, so if it was a code, it would be a very bad one...” the doctor continued as he moved along the entire length of the scroll. “It could also be the artistic representation of something, like a cave painting, but the symbology seems very modern to me, like the arrows or these arcs between the rectangles...” The more the doctor talked, Twilight and Spike's hopes of getting a clear answer faded. “Finally the wildest thing I can think of is that it could be a double polarity quantum proton circuit diagram, but if that were the case it would be an incomplete work” that last deduction left the alicorn and the dragon with a poker face, they had not understood a single word but they were sure that definitely, that was not what it was about. After a while more of rambling on the part of the doctor they came to the conclusion that they could not get anything out of it, even so the doctor asked them for a copy to continue analyzing it, Twilight gladly gave it to him before retiring along with Spike. As they both said goodbye to the family and walked across their garden back to the street Spike whispered to Twilight. “So what do we do now...?” he asked somewhat dismayed. “I don't know Spike, so far it's all been fruitless, looks like you were right this morning, maybe she gave us the wrong grimy piece of paper” the alicorn's expression reflected anger and frustration, the thought of this ending up stalling like this irritated and worried her in equal parts, Spike noticing this decided to keep his spirits up as best he could. “But, we must not give up hope yet, we still have the last option!” she exclaimed trying to keep her friend from being consumed by her thoughts. “You're right...” said the alicorn after a moment ‘Sunburst, if anyone can shed light on this mystery it's him’ at that moment Twilight took off running in the direction of the castle followed closely by the dragon. The sun was already setting over the horizon when they both arrived at the castle gates, greeted by the smell of dinner for the students being served in one of the great halls they didn't have to do much to deduce where Sunburst was. Arriving at the dining hall Twilight and Spike searched with their eyes for the unicorn, to neither's surprise he was sitting next to Starlight chatting happily, they both walked cautiously between the tables greeting the students until they caught the unicorns attention. “Twilight! You're back!” exclaimed Starlight as she paced a bit on the bench at the table. “You're just in time for dinner, sit down and I'll serve you...” the unicorn started to say but was interrupted. “I'm sorry Starlight but now is not a good time, we need to talk to Sunburst, now.” The yellow unicorn turned in surprise with a spoonful of soup still in her mouth. “I..?” he spoke with his mouth full. “Yes, you must come with us it's important..” “Twilight, what's wrong?” asked Starlight now worried, Twilight seemed to be making a very big effort not to lose her cool, she answered her student as best she could. “It's nothing Starlight, we just want to talk...” twilight's voice was less than reassuring ”Please sit back down and enjoy your dinner..” “No!” exclaimed Starlight loud enough for some of the students sitting nearby to turn and look at them. “I know there's something you're not telling me, since this morning you've been acting strange, if whatever that important thing is that's what you're getting like this, then I need to know too...” The alicorn looked around, she noticed how the small discussion was starting to make some of the students nervous and others curious, she didn't want to make a fuss and worry more individuals, so, resigned, she simply replied. “It's okay...” The four of them, Twilight, Spike, Sunbusrt and Starlight were in the latter's room, sitting around a small desk, the scroll lay sprawled across it and Sunburst was inspecting it keenly. “So you're telling me it's not a cave painting...?” the unicorn asked the princess. “No.” “Not even a code...?” “No!” “Nor is it the schematic of a quantum dual polarity proton circuit?” “NO!!!! I don't even know what that is!” exclaimed Twilight with frustration and exhaustion in her voice as she plopped down on the desk with her hooves covering her face. Everyone in the room looked at each other in concern at their friend's apparent nervous breakdown, finally Starlight asked a question. “But Twilight why is this so important, where did you get this?” The alicorn kept her head down, she knew she couldn't say it, say she admitted she received the pony that had caused so much panic and then just let her go, she knew she would be judged, no, she needed to keep up this charade a little longer. “It's just...” she started to say ”I thought this would give me the answers, answers to something really important...” Twilight gave Starlight a tired look, a look full of frustration and anger but one that also reflected a deep fear deep down. At this Starlight's heart shrank, she couldn't see her teacher like this, it hurt. Quickly the unicorn approached the table and inspected the scroll up and down, turning on it to the left and then to the right until finally, placed in a diagonal position on the scroll an idea came to her. “Wait...” she began to say making everyone look at her. “I've seen these symbols before...” “What?” asked Twilight almost jumping up from the table. Starlight turned to the small collection of books on her dresser, flashing her horn and pulling them all down one by one inspecting them, after a moment the unicorn exclaimed. “Aha!!!” turning to the others and placing the book on the parchment stridently. “Equestrian Architecture..?” asked Spike quizzically. “The Definitive Historical Guide to Structures of Yesterday and Today” said Starlight proudly ‘It's one of my favorite books, I've read it a million times and here...’ she began as she flashed her horn making the pages turn quickly until she stopped at a section marked ‘Symbology’. “Looks to me like we'll find the answers.” Everyone appreciated the images, noticing that many of the shapes and figures that appeared were almost identical to those on the scroll. “It's amazing...” began Spike ”This is a blueprint! How did we not notice?” “Technically it's an architectural schematic...” replied Starlight ‘And I don't blame you for not noticing, it's very poorly done, the alignment is irregular the drawing is crude and the callsigns are confusing, it almost looks like it was made by a 9 year old foal’ laughed Starlight as Twilight analyzed the scroll more closely. “So it's a blueprint...a blueprint...but of what?” asked the alicorn having regained lucidity in her thoughts. “I think I can help with that too...” said Starlight as she flashed her horn again, advancing even more pages in the book, Twilight couldn't help but widen her eyes like saucers when the swirl of pages stopped at a new section that read ‘Great Planes of History’. Starlight turned a few more pages until she stopped on one with a large picture drawn on it, the picture depicted the front of a castle, a castle they all instantly recognized. “The castle of the two sisters...” said Twilight almost as a whisper. “Yes... “Starlight began to say ”Look, here are the original plans of the throne room, if you compare them to the first set of symbols on the scroll... they are almost the same.” The unicorn placed the book's schematic next to the scroll, she was right, although somewhat messy and crude, it was an exact replica. “What about the rest of the blueprint?” asked Sunburst intrigued. “It's other parts of the castle...” replied Twilight. “I scouted it a while back...” she pointed her hooves at the scroll ”If this is the throne room and here's an arrow to the right, then this here is the outer hallway, and these zigzag lines look like stairs, so these are the lower levels of the castle...” Twilight followed the, now, clear line on the blueprint, turning down hallways, down stairs until finally ending up at the other end of the scroll where a huge X stood out. “This is deep in the castle, in the old cellars...” said Twilight letting silence flood the room for a moment. “And what's in there...?” asked Starlight finally, causing her teacher and the dragon to exchange nervous glances for a moment before the alicorn looked back down at the scroll and said. “The answers...”.

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Sex,Violence

The Monument to All Your Sins.

The master plan of, what ended up being, equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.

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<p>&quot;The master plan of, what ended up being, Equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.<br/>When Cozy Glove, Lord Tirak and Queen Chysalis used the power of Grogar's millenary cowbell to absorb alicorn magic in a last-ditch attempt to take over Equestria, they accidentally triggered a magical reset, a ripple that went unnoticed by almost every being in existence, which made its way to the farthest reaches of not only Equestria, but the entire world, resonating in any artifact of a similar origin.<br/>This will bring back a ghost from a forgotten era that threatens to destroy everything any pony has ever known, calling into question not only reality itself but also, and more importantly, friendship.&quot;</p><p>This fanfic will take as reference the entire g4 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, seeking to expand its mythology. At no point does it seek to break with the existing canon, it is just a fan story.<br/>The fanfic will contain material not suitable for all audiences, such as: explicit violence, foul language, possible sexual content, etc.<br/>If you are not fond of this kind of material or you are under age, please refrain from reading this story.</p>

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When Twilight summoned all the elements of harmony to undertake a strange excursion into the depths of the forest, she received many questions. Her friends were somewhat uneasy due to the bizarreness of the situation, a couple of days ago they were shocked by the attack against the princess and Twilight herself, only to find themselves now with a nervous and sleepless alicorn asking for help to explore the ancient castle of the two sisters, it was certainly a situation that deserved an explanation, however Twilight managed to dispel the doubts and concerns enough for them to follow her through the village and then on its outskirts to where they were now, walking in silence. “So...what are we doing?” asked Rainbow Dash breaking the silence as she fluttered absentmindedly around her friends. “I already told you Rainbow, I need your help to check a deep section of the castle...” replied Twilight without turning to look at the little pegasus. “Yes you already said that but I mean, why exactly are we doing it...” replied the rainbow haired mare. Twilight didn't respond, with Rainbow Dash resigned and with silence threatening to take over again Applejack spoke up. “I...I'm sorry Twilight...” the tall farm pony began to say ”But I think what Rainbow really means is, you've been acting very strange...” Her comment was followed by Rarity's voice, as if Applejack had given the conversation the green light. “She's right dear, you do look disheveled and dirty, no offense intended but have you even slept lately?” “Yes! You look like a melted cupcake that fell on the floor!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie as she pranced around in front of the alicorn. Twilight's countenance was serious, keeping her eyes straight ahead with her eyes sunken and full of dark circles under her eyes. “I'm fine girls...everything will be fine ...when we get this over with” the last she said almost as a whisper, but one that was heard by all present who shared worried looks, pausing for a second before continuing the silent march after their friend. Finally, after a couple of hours of walking the ponies and the dragon were in front of the ruins of the gigantic castle. “Well, here we are Now what?” asked Applejack trying to give an air of nonchalance in her voice. “Follow me” said Twilight dryly heading for the bridge that led to the main entrance. As she walked Twilight couldn't help but reminisce about the first time she had been in that castle, the night she had joined and meet the ponies who, now, were her best friends, the friends she had gone through a thousand troubles with, the friends she had saved Equestria with, the friends she had come to love and trust like no other pony or non-pony, those friends she was now hiding a possible truth from, possibly the most important truth in the history of Equestria. Despite these thoughts Twilight stood her ground, she could not tell them, not yet, not without being sure, she had to be sure. As the six ponies and the dragon entered through the front door a shiver ran down the alicorn's spine, she didn't know if it was due to her lack of sleep or her nervousness, she turned to see her friends, stopped due to Fluttershy standing transfixed right on the threshold. “Come on Fluttershy you've been here a million times before!” exclaimed Rainbow with a tired face. “That...that...that...that...that doesn't matter, every time I come near this place I can't help but feel terrified.” “You do know that the tree of harmony grew here don't you?” asked Pinkie with a smile on her face making Fluttershy relax a little. “Exactly sweetie!” continued Applejack as she walked towards Twilight ‘The tree, the purest display of Equestria's magical power, germinated right underneath these ruins, from that logic, nothing bad can come from them...’ the muscled pony gave a forced smile to the lanky yellow pegasus as she approached the alicorn and bent down to whisper to her. “There's nothing wrong here or is there Twilight?” The alicorn turned to look at her friend with a worried expression. “You've been very cautious about our reason for being here and I respect that, but if there is something dangerous at the end of this journey we need to know so we can be prepared” Applejack watched as her friend seemed to sink deep in thought, falling silent for a long moment before devoting a response to her, which for the first time all day seemed sincere. “The truth...I have no idea Applejack...” confessed Twilight ‘I don't know what we're looking for or if it's dangerous, I don't even know if we're looking for something...’ the alicorn's breathing began to get out of control, being noticed by the cowgirl who, making use of her protective side tried to reassure her friend. “All right, all right, easy Twilight, tell me what do you do know?” the earth pony gave her a smile and a comforting hoof on the shoulder but the alicorn's response did not return the same warmth, she looked at her with her empty eyes, with an expression that could only be described as the beginnings of paranoia. “What do I need to know...” was all she said before resuming her march and walking away from Applejack's hoove, she's worried and rethinking about this little excursion she simply sighed and followed her friend. As the mares made their way through the dark ruined corridors; Pinkie Pie and Rainbow were joking, nudging each other and laughing, Rarity was doing her best not to dirty her fur or mane with the cobwebs and abundant dust, Fluttershy was walking shyly as far away from the walls as possible, remembering the amount of trap doors and secret passages the place had, finally Applejack was walking steadily right behind Twilight who was holding the scroll with the outline of the castle with her magic, modified with Starlight's help to make it less confusing. Every now and then Twilight would glance over her shoulder, meeting Applejack's serious gaze upon her, only to try to ignore it and turn her eyes back to the front. After turning through many corridors and going down many stairs the surroundings began to darken, to such an extent that both Rarity and Twilight had to light their horns to illuminate their walk without fear of falling through a hole in the floor. “Iugh!” exclaimed the white unicorn as she noticed she had stepped in a ball of dust and dirt ”Yuck!...I didn't know this castle was so big...and so deep!” “Me neither” said Pinkie as she walked around with her mane covered in cobwebs. “This is...a little spookier than I remembered” mentioned Rainbow Dash as she flew carefully avoiding the loose beams in the ceiling. “I'm sure it's just an excess of dust and spiders Right Twilight?” asked Applejack in a somewhat inquisitive tone to the unicorn leading the walk who, again, offered no answer, causing the farm girl to frown. Finally, rounding a last corner, the group found themselves in front of a room that, once upon a time, must have been a wine cellar, elongated and with an arched ceiling, some old and rotten barrels still lying inserted in the wall. The mare and the dragon advanced towards the back of the room as Twilight took one last look at the map, verifying that indeed, they were in the room with the x's. “Good, we're here!” cried Twilight as she shone her horn brighter, illuminating the room completely. They all scanned the room from top to bottom, finding the fact that it looked exactly the same as the other rooms they had passed. “So...is something supposed to happen?” asked Rainbow Dash after a moment of silence. “Ach I don't know, it looks like the same horribly dirty and stinky picture to me” said rarity with a certain tone of indignation. “Are you sure you followed that map right Twilight?” exclaimed Applejack looking accusingly at the alicorn who was frantically looking back and forth muttering. When she received no response again the farm pony became fed up, shouting in a palpable tone of annoyance. “TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” The shout made everyone startle. “Can you tell us once and for all! What pens are we doing here!” Twilight looked at her friends with a dismayed expression stammering before replying. “N...no..I...this...should be here, should be here...” “Let me get this straight...” began Rainbow ‘You summoned us for a supposed emergency, begged us for help, dragged us through the forest and into the interior of a ruined castle And you didn't even know if what you were looking for was here?’ the pegasus began to hover over the alicorn. “Truth be told dear is this so much mystery for this? I'm honestly very disappointed...” began Rarity before denoting her alicorn friend's increasingly less peaceful expression, calming down and trying to approach from a more considerate angle. “Dear is this because of what happened at your coronation...you've been really weird since then...we're worried about you” the white unicorn stepped forward. “Being honest...it scares us a little...” finally said Fluttershy, stepping closer as well. From one moment to the next the room was filled with voices, a barrage of questions and complaints reached Twilight's ears and she was still dismayed and speechless. The voices gradually rose more and more one on top of the other at Twilight's apparent refusal to answer, until suddenly a cheerful voice interrupted all at once. “Hey Twilight why didn't you tell me that graffiti artists existed in the past, that's super awesome...!” The comment threw everyone off, everyone turned to see Pinkie in the deepest part of the room, inspecting the wall. “What Pinkie thing...?” the alicorn finally said. “Yes! Someone put graffiti on this wall” Pinkie pointed at the wall as the rest of them approached. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but the pink pony was right, on the back wall of the room was a series of lines that appeared to be painted, the color was off-white and semi-transparent, obviously worn impossibly by time. Everyone looked at it intently trying to make sense of the lines until Rainbow exclaimed excitedly. “It's a door!” the pegasus flew at the top of the wall realizing that the lines met in a rough arc, being the near perfect silhouette of a huge door. “Or at least the drawing of one...” said Applejack as she touched the wall pressing lightly. “And look!” Rarity exclaimed as she pointed at the ground with the light from her horn, revealing a series of marks on the dusty ground that appeared to be a trail of footprints leading to the wall.... “But how is that possible?” said Fluttershy intrigued at the seemingly meaningless scenes. Twilight approached, examining the footsteps closely, these, seemed to go through the wall and continue on, the alicorn began to press her brain in an attempt to comprehend what she was seeing when a new shrill booming voice manifested. “Twilight!” The mare jumped due to Pinkie having yelled almost in her ear. “What, what's wrong?” she asked in exultation. “Look!” Everyone stared in wonder, shocked at the sight, somehow the lines on the door had begun to glow in a golden hue that lit up the room in an instant. Twilight took a couple of steps back in surprise and the instant she did the glow disappeared. “What...?” said Twilight in a whisper. “Come closer again” said Applejack just as impressed. The alicorn approached the wall again and it glowed again, the closer Twilight got the more the door glowed. “But what is this?” said Rarity marveling at the beautiful glow. “I have no idea...” replied the alicorn as her paw touched the stone wall. In that instant the flash became even more powerful, there was a sound of stone moving and in an instant the wall had become a dark passage plunging into the earth. Everyone was shocked by the discovery, standing completely still for a long time before reacting. “I can't believe it...” said Twilight quietly, it was real, it was impossible but it was real, at least the beginning. “Where does this tunnel lead to?” said Applejack taking a couple of steps and peeking out. “A super secret passageway, that's twenty percent cooler!” exclaimed Rainbow flying right over Applejack to also peer into the opening. “And where do you think...what...what does it lead to?” asked Fluttershy with a nervous tone in her voice. “I don't know...” said Twilight as she moved towards the entrance ‘But that's what we came here to find out’ and without further ado, the alicorn took a step inside. The moment she crossed the threshold of the entrance, Twilight's whole body shuddered, it felt as if an electric current ran through her entire body from the tips of her paws to her horn, all her fur bristled and she felt a deep shiver that made her nauseous, the impact left her completely transfixed right where she was, completely still until she heard a voice call out to her, the voice sounded distant and muffled. “Twilight! Twilight! Are you okay?” Applejack was tapping her shoulder from behind trying to wake her up. The alicorn thought her face must have been all a painting since when she turned to see her companions they all put a frightened expression on their faces, in the end the only thing the purple mare managed to say with her dry throat was. “Come down.... come down carefully...” Twilight was sure that all her friends and her dragon brother had felt the shiver as they crossed over the threshold, she could even swear she heard Fluttershy cough. The small slope curved to the left that extended for a few meters until it gave way to stairs carved into the stone that began to descend even further, the mares cautiously descended the stairs, gradually entering a darkness even worse than that of the castle's corridors. The passageway widened the further they descended to the point where it ended up dubiously leading to what appeared to be a cavern, something that was only deducible due to the echoing sound and the solid rock wall to which the stairs were attached, which continued to descend further and further. Beyond that any guess as to where they were was impossible, because the darkness was so deep that they couldn't see more than a few steps ahead. “Hey Twilight...” spoke spike to the alicorn in a low voice as he walked beside her. “What's up Spike?” she asked back also trying to be quiet. “I just remembered something else the mare told me when she handed me the scroll...” Twilight looked at the little dragon who was starting to turn green from nausea and was having a hard time keeping up, seeing this the alicorn flashed her horn and pulled him up onto her back to help him. “What thing Spike, what thing did he say to you?” she asked still whispering. “He told me...beware if you wish to know the answers, what dwells there was left for no one to ever know the truth.” Spike's words made the mare even more nervous who, for the first time since the adventure began, had the idea to consider and give up. The mares continued to descend for a long long time, Rainbow Dash had even offered to fly down to see where the stairs ended or if they even ended up in one place, but Twilight prevented her, in her opinion, it was safer to stay together. The further they descended the discomfort they had felt from the doorway intensified, soon they began to feel dizzy and disoriented, their vision became blurred and their legs felt weak. Just as Twilight was about to give up on her descent the light from her horn reached what appeared to be the bottom of the stairs. Finally taking the last few steps and stepping onto solid ground Twilight turned to check on her friends; Applejack, who was coming right behind her, was the one who seemed to be the least affected, she was steady and standing but the alicorn could have sworn she saw her paws shaking slightly, next Rarity was sweating profusely, with her magic she had materialized a small stool to sit on while trying to arrange her mane so it wouldn't be damaged, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash seemed to be fine, they were holding Fluttershy who seemed about to faint and was leaning against the wall. After checking that all her friends were well enough Twilight refocused her sight on the dark panorama in front of them, the only thing that could be seen was darkness, the light from the horns only let her see a cold rocky and uneven ground under her legs and the wall behind her back, Twilight considered it, She waited to hear something, any of the usual sounds of a cavern, but there was nothing, it was an absolute silence, finally and after being sure that the alicorn did not hear anything that could be dangerous she shone her horn even more, flashing and finally letting everyone see the place where they were. The place was, as she had deduced, a huge cavern, the distance covered by the light allowing to see several stalagmites of different sizes protruding from the floor which extended in all directions to beyond the light, the ceiling, was so high that it also escaped any hint of light that the alicorn could generate, giving the impression that the cavern had no end. It took them all a moment to assimilate the magnitude of the space they were in, until finally the silence was broken. “What is this place?” asked Applejack approaching Twilight. “I don't know, I've never seen anything like it...” replied the alicorn unable to stop staring into the void. “Why is this...under Celestia and Luna's castle?” asked Rarity with an exhausted voice. “I don't know...” Purple Mare said again. “What's this strange feeling that's making my tummy churn?” asked Pinkie with a pout, she seemed to be the least affected. “I don't know either...” she finished saying, in the same emotionless tone. “Well, then what do you do know?” asked Applejack again. Twilight looked in all directions, she wasn't sure what the next step was, it wasn't until she found herself looking ahead, along the wall they were on, that she noticed that the ground seemed to sink further ahead. “I think, I think it's this way....” she mentioned and without waiting for her friends, she started walking. The others followed, and sure enough, a few meters further along the wall the ground began to slope steeply, taking them even deeper. Little by little the terrain became rockier and more difficult, with loose stones and a steeper and steeper descent. At one point the advance is interrupted by a call from Rainbow. “Hey! stop!” everyone stumbles to a halt trying to keep their balance on the sloping ground. “Fluttershy is not well, we must stop” everyone turned to look at the poor skinny pegasus who could barely stand, sweating profusely and almost crying. “There's something very wrong with this place, we must go back!” exclaimed the blue pegasus holding her friend so she wouldn't collapse and fall. They all looked at each other with concern, except Twilight who maintained a stoic look. “Maybe...maybe you're right Rainbow Dash...” finally said Applejack. “What!” exclaimed Twilight angrily at her friend's blunt comment. “Twilight please look at us, this place is hurting us, we should go back and think about it more carefully” said the farm girl as she took a step backwards to go towards Fluttershy. Twilight looked for support in the eyes of one of her other friends but found the same kind of frightened and uneasy expression on all of them, none of them seemed willing to continue, in a moment of anger the alicorn gritted her teeth and screamed at the top of her lungs. “OK!!! If you want to run away like cowards do it, I don't care, I came here looking for the truth and I'm going to get it!...I need to know!” said that Twilight turned on herself and with Spike still on her back she continued walking down the slope. Her friends were stunned at their friend's violent reaction, shocked by the fact that the discomfort and anguish she had been carrying for the past few days had finally exploded, for a moment they watched the alicorn walk away from them at a determined pace, taking the major source of light with her, they all exchanged looks of concern and fear, this time more for their friend than for the place, until they finally nodded to each other with determination, even Fluttershy, at the intense exchange of non-verbal communication, nodded heavily. In a moment Twilight heard the footsteps of her friends again, but instead of hearing them walking away as she expected, she heard them slowly approaching, her anger was slowly replaced with guilt, thinking that she was forcing her friends to accompany her to a horrible place that they clearly did not want to go to, but this thought dissipated with the idea that finally everything would be solved, if she really discovered what that cavern was hiding she knew that everything would be all right, they were close, she could feel it. After descending the steep terrain for another long time, the mares finally reached the bottom, an icy floor that made more than one of them shiver. Ahead of them loomed a huge tunnel which plunged even deeper into the cavern wall. Twilight's shivers intensified when she saw the entrance of the tunnel, she could feel it, it was as if every fiber of her body was begging her, begging her to turn around and run away, she knew that her friends felt it too, she could hear their hearts racing in the silence of the cave. Despite this the alicorn did not flinch and forced herself to take a step forward and then another and then another. Slowly and one by one Twilight's friends followed her along the tunnel, which stretched for a long stretch, keeping its circumference even at all times, something that came as a relief to all of them fearing that at one point it would begin to narrow. For a moment they lost track of time, it almost seemed as if they were not moving, until finally the tunnel ended. It was very abrupt, so much so that it even took them a moment to realize that they were indeed no longer in it. The passage had given way to another cavern, which could have been just like the previous one if it weren't for the fact that the floor was completely polished, so much so that even the light from Twilight's horn was reflected in it giving it even more intensity to its light, the wall in which the tunnel was embedded was also polished almost as if it were an opaque mirror, they were all speechless at the spectacle that the place offered before Twilight noticed that, in the distance, there seemed to be irregularities in the floor. They looked like bulbous and blunt stalagmites which rested in the distance of the enclosure, the alicantina began to walk towards them, curious and intrigued while her friends stood at the entrance of the tunnel cautiously. The next thing they heard was a scream. “TWILIGHT!” they all shouted in unison as they ran in the direction of the light emanating from their friend's horns. The scream made them tremble it was full of panic and dread, it took them no more than a minute to get to where Twilight lay, back against the ground, covering her face with her hooves and with Spike at her side trying to calm her down. “What's wrong!!! What's wrong!!!” yelled Applejack approaching Twilight who wouldn't stop screaming. “No!!!NO!!!NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!” “Twilight please!!! tell us what's wrong!!!” the answer came not from Twilight but from Spike who, with a pale face and tears running down his face pointed his claw forward. Applejack turned her head slowly as the rest of her friends did too, they all found themselves surrounded by the strange bulging stalagmites, which rose up so high they were lost in the darkness, at first none of them understood anything, it wasn't until Applejack slowly approached that it finally dawned on her the horror. “What....the fuck ...” Each and every one of the mounds were composed of thousands of bones, highlighted by hundreds of pony skulls stacked one on top of the other, their empty sockets staring back at the farm pony as the rest of her companions fell to realizing what it was that surrounded them. “They're...they're...they're...bones...” said Fluttershy with her heart pounding out of her chest and the air in her lungs leaving her. Rarity was lying there vomiting uncontrollably on the floor, staining her fur and mane. Pinkie pie stared with contracted pupils completely still, anyone who looked at her at that moment could have noticed how her fur paled and her mane deflated little by little. Rainbow Dash almost fell to the ground as her wings failed her for a second at the terrible sight, managing to recompose herself just in time as obscenities spilled out of her mouth. “What the...what the fuck is this!” she exclaimed finally finding her voice. They all stood like that for a grotesque moment, no matter which way they looked there were endless black eyes meeting them, the first to regain her composure was Applejack, who, fearing the worst, prepared to pull her friends out. “We must...we must get out of here... “she managed to say as she pulled herself together and began to walk towards Twilight. “Twilight Twilight, get up, we have to go now...” The alicorn didn't react, she just lay there on the ground, face covered and muttering to herself. Applejaack had run out of patience, he held Twilight by the shoulders and shook her violently forcing her to look at her. “Twilight for Celestia's sake react at once!!!” the purple mare at last seemed to come to her senses, looking straight into the farmer's eyes. “We have to get out of here, we have to help the others and go....” suddenly, in the impenetrable silence of the cavern, a noise was heard. It was massive, guttural, at first none could discern what it was, it sounded as if thousands of drums were beating against a flat surface generating an avalanche of consecutive dull noises, all the mares woke up from their collective terror and tried to look for the source of the sound, but due to the immensity of the cavern and the echo it created it was impossible to know its exact origin. The sound was getting louder and louder, seemingly getting closer to them, they were all alert, looking in all directions waiting for whatever it was to enter Twilight's light range, there came a point where the sound was so loud that the ponies stopped being able to hear their own breathing and their ears were ringing, and suddenly, the noise stopped. Silence reigned again and they all looked at each other without blinking, the next thing they heard was a scream. The most horrible scream any of them had ever heard, one full of anguish and pain, it only took them a second to realize that they knew the sound of that voice. For everyone to appreciate the scene was slow motion, the image was so horrible that it almost caused a collective fainting spell in everyone, a colossal hand that had grabbed Fluttershy by the leg, this one was like a dragon's but without scales, skeletal, smooth, of a pale white hue and with extremely long black claws, the hand was raised in the air and in an instant Fluttershy was carried towards the darkness of the cavern's ceiling, screaming horribly for help. “FLUTTERSHY!!!” Rainbow shouted shooting out like lightning in the direction where her friend had disappeared, following her screams. “RAINBOW DASH NO!!!” shouted Applejack futilely as the blue pegasus disappeared into the shadows. Suddenly the drumming resumed, even louder this time, rumbling the entire cavern and knocking over some of the bone mounds. “TWILIGHT HAS SOMETHING!!!” the alicorn managed to hear, looking at her farmer friend who was crying uncontrollably pleading. Twilight had no time to think, in a single moment she gathered all the magical force she could and fired a powerful beam in the direction of the ceiling, the spell took two long seconds before it impacted in a powerful explosion that illuminated, for the first time in who knows how long, the entire chamber. As expected the entire chamber was polished, the ceiling was carved in the shape of a dome creating a perfect hemisphere that shone brightly, but whatever hung from the ceiling, that broke something inside Twilight, broke something inside all the mares and the poor baby dragon, something the alicorn knew well, they could never get back. It was colossal, spanning almost the entire ceiling of the chamber, for an instant none of them understood well what they were seeing, it looked like a centipede but this one was completely white, its entire body was covered by that pale and whitish membrane, each of its limbs stretched beyond the six joints and ended in those grotesque and long clawed hands, it was curled on itself creating a spiral pattern that twisted and crawled. And although they couldn't see its face, they did hear its scream when the powerful spell hit it, it sounded as if a thousand newborn foals had been screaming non-stop for days, their throats torn apart from doing so, combined with the sound of a huge animal choking to death, the sound was so high pitched and piercing that it made everyone's ears bleed. Just before the flash of magical light was completely extinguished Twilight could see a blue flash swoop down swiftly and stop in front of them. One of Rainbow's wings was on fire, possibly from the explosion, her face was frozen in a grimace of lost determination and on her back she was carrying Fluttershy. Twilight only had a moment to make sure, but she was sure she saw blood gushing from the yellow pegasus and dripping down Rainbow's side. Without waiting a single second or saying a word, the element of loyalty shot off in the direction of the exit tunnel, followed by Pinkie and Rarity, but Twilight didn't move, she just couldn't, her legs wouldn't answer her “How could this happen?” she wondered “What have I done? ”, she thought she would die, she could see Spike in her blurred vision shouting something she couldn't hear “We never should have come” she could have stayed there petrified forever if it wasn't for Applejack ramming her pushing her, the blow was so forceful that her legs regained the feeling of shock, almost without thinking and with nothing else on her mind other than the thought of escape, Twilight finally started to run. The ponies and the dragon ran and flew faster than they had ever thought possible in their widows, as they went through the tunnel to the other cavern they heard a colossal roar behind them followed by the rumbling of thousands of drums which, they now knew, was the sound of the thing's claws scraping the rock of the cavern. As they exited the tunnel they quickly began to climb, Rainbow Dash carrying Rarity while Twilight put all her strength into carrying Applejack, all the while Pinkie made huge leaps from rock to rock. Halfway through they heard a thud and a rubbing motion, followed by more impossibly loud squealing, no one dared to turn around but Twilight was sure that whatever it was that thing had gotten stuck at the tunnel exit, still the resolution didn't last long as in a moment they heard the rock crunch and then a great pressure being released, the creature had made it out and was now starting to climb up the walls. They all tried to push away their panicked thoughts at the thought of the monster blocking their way up the stairs, luckily they managed to split them without any trace of the beast, starting to climb them quickly. They could all hear her, moving from side to side with her hundreds of paws, at one point the climb was too strenuous for Rarity, who stumbled and almost fell into the void, luckily Pinkie managed to grab her with her tail, throwing her on her back and resuming her run, boasting a strength that no one knew she had. On the other hand, Twilight was starting to fall behind, the exhaustion after casting the spell from before and the general malaise of the cavern had finally taken its toll, she felt herself fading for a moment until she felt a powerful kick that held her and carried her, Applejack used all her strength not to collapse or freeze in fear and ran down the steps taking powerful strides. The group finally made it to the top of the stairs, entering the passage to the exit and up the ledge to the door, all seemed soon to be over but suddenly the deepest despair filled Twilight's ears. “THE DOOR IS GONE!!!THE FUCKING DOOR IS GONE!!!” Twilight looked weakly over Applejack's shoulder to realize that it was true, the door, the magical entrance through which they had entered that nightmare had disappeared Rainbow and Pinkie was frantically pounding on the wall while Fluttershy and Rarity lay motionless on the floor. Suddenly a great force threw Twilight forward barely giving her time to break her fall. “OPEN THE DOOR TWILIGHT OPEN IT!!!” shouted Applejack at it as, in the distance they heard the screeching of the thing approaching. Twilight staggered towards the door trying to focus and placed a hoove on the wall, nothing happened. Everything became a tangle of desperate screams and pleading towards Twilight who could barely stand and didn't understand why it wasn't working, as the beast's screams grew louder and now they could hear it crashing again and again into the tunnel entrance, slowly they could hear something crawling along the ledge towards them as Rainbow and Pinkie burst into tears and Applejack completely lost her composure, grabbing Twilight again by her shoulders and screaming at her. “WHY DID YOU BRING US HERE?!!!!WHY DID YOU CONDEMN US?!!!!” Twilight could barely hear her, her own thoughts overpowering the avalanche of the moment Why had she done it, because she wanted to know the answers, because she wanted to know if it was true, no, the reason was much simpler than that, she just wanted to prove, she wanted to prove that that pony was wrong, she wanted to prove that what she was saying was pure lies, even now, that she had seen the truth head on, she couldn't believe it, it was just...impossible. Just as the thing's fingers peeked around the corner slowly stretching out to reach them a greenish light illuminated the tunnel, they all turned immediately and found the passage open and right at the entrance a familiar face. Starlight Glimmer couldn't process what she was seeing, not the secret passage, not the faces of her friends, not the hellish shrieks coming from the bottom of that tunnel, she just stood still as they all passed her in a frenzy of fear, she only reacted when Applejack's thick voice shouted behind her back. “CLOSE THE DOOR CLOSE IT!!!” Starlight shone her horn brightly as a huge pale hand crawled what would be the last few feet before it could reach her, in an instant the entire wall shook and the passageway closed leaving the monster on the other side, as its shrieks slowly began to grow more distant, until it disappeared completely. The lilac unicorn turned to see her friends, they all looked horrible, their faces, inexpressive, their fur, dirty, their looks, full of fear, but she felt more fear when she saw how Fluttershy was missing the whole lower part of her left hind leg, it seemed to have been torn off and the poor pegasus was unconscious, while Rainbow Dash was tying a tourniquet made with Applejack's hair ribbon, who was hugging herself, Rarity was also unconscious and above her was crying a Pinkie Pie with a smooth mane and gray fur. Finally Twilight, for a moment Starlight thought she was dead, her face was that of a corpse, pale and haggard and with her eyes sunken into her skull, her eyes stared into absolute nothingness. “How...how did you know where we were?” asked Applejack almost as a whisper. “Zecora...” said Starlight pointing to the entrance of the room where a petrified Zecora stood at the scene. “She came to warn me and we followed the original map to find you...” “Warn you that...?” said the farmer with heavy breathing. “The text that accompanied the outline...” then Zecora interrupted, for the first time not speaking in rhymes. “Beware those who venture into the darkness, for this despite being forgotten is never destroyed, beware those who wish to know the truth for a life full of pain and agony awaits them, whoever ventures must be aware and eternally remember the words of the great tyranny of the sun and the moon...” Zecora paused before finishing “When evil reaches certain dimensions, blessings are of no use.” Hearing this all Applejack could do was cry. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Twilight was sitting in her chair in the friendship map room, her gaze was lost among the magical holograms projected by the artifact, waiting patiently, next to her was Spike, who could do nothing but look worriedly at his greatest friend, who seemed completely lost. Suddenly the door opened with a bang, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash entered the room, Applejack walked firmly in Twilight's direction, barely did the alicorn have time to turn around when she received a powerful blow right in the face, a blow that sent her crashing to the floor and which made Spike get up in a fury. “Applejack what the hell...!” “SHUT UP SPIKE!!!” the shout intimidated the little dragon who instinctively backed away. The huge earth pony grabbed Twilight and pulled her up roughly forcing her to face her. “WHAT THE FUCK TWILIGHT, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE US?!!!” Twilight's face was bruised from the blow, her nose was bleeding profusely and her eyes had regained some of their lost luster, still she didn't respond which infuriated Applejack even more. “FUCKING TWILIGHT FUCKING RESPONDS!!!FLUTTERSHY LOST A FUCKING LEG!!!” Applejack was about to unleash another punch to Twilight's face when something stopped her, out of nowhere Twilight started sobbing, her face filled with tears and her voice cracked as she finally issues a response. “I...I...I...I...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...” she cried uncontrollably unable to contain herself. “I...I didn't know...but...but...but...I wanted to know...and I almost got them all killed...I'm sorry.....” Applejack couldn't continue her assault, she let go of Twilight letting Twilight collapse to the ground, hugging herself as she continued to cry. The scene was heartbreaking, even so, none of her friends approached to comfort her, they all had annoyed looks, although Pinkie, who still had smooth hair, could not help but let out a few tears. Only Spike jumped in giving the alicorn a tight hug as she struggled to pull herself together, something she finally managed to do after a few more moments, stopping the sobs but not getting up. “Alright Twilight...” said Applejack with a calmer but still stern tone ”No more lies, you will tell us what the hell is going on and how the hell you knew about that place.” It took Twilight a few more moments to finally be able to answer. “Yes....” she started to say raising her voice. “It's okay...I'll tell you all about it.” The moment was suddenly interrupted when Spike, with a belch of fire, filled the room with green sparks for a second, before anyone could recover from the surprise a rolled and sealed scroll fell to the floor among those present. Twilight paled even more when she saw the seal that adorned the scroll, still she used her magic to lift it, open it and place it in front of her, a moment passed before Twilight dropped the scroll to the floor, her eyes had lost their sparkle again and her gaze was lost in nothingness again. “Twilight? What's wrong?” asked Applejack, there was no answer. “Twilight?!” As her friends surrounded and tried to help the catatonic mare the message on the scroll was perfectly visible. “Dear Twilight I am writing to give you good news, you will be happy to know that, after several days of arduous search, the dangerous unicorn that attempted against our lives during the day of your coronation, has been captured and handed over to the relevant authorities who will take care of her, this means that the danger is over and we can resume the matter of your coronation immediately, soon I will ask you to return to Canterlot to reorganize the event and finally put everything in order to carry it out, I send you cordial greetings and I look forward to seeing you soon. Love, Princess Celestia”.

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Sex,Violence

The Monument to All Your Sins.

The master plan of, what ended up being, equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.

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<p>&quot;The master plan of, what ended up being, Equestria's most despicable villains had brought unexpected consequences.<br/>When Cozy Glove, Lord Tirak and Queen Chysalis used the power of Grogar's millenary cowbell to absorb alicorn magic in a last-ditch attempt to take over Equestria, they accidentally triggered a magical reset, a ripple that went unnoticed by almost every being in existence, which made its way to the farthest reaches of not only Equestria, but the entire world, resonating in any artifact of a similar origin.<br/>This will bring back a ghost from a forgotten era that threatens to destroy everything any pony has ever known, calling into question not only reality itself but also, and more importantly, friendship.&quot;</p><p>This fanfic will take as reference the entire g4 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, seeking to expand its mythology. At no point does it seek to break with the existing canon, it is just a fan story.<br/>The fanfic will contain material not suitable for all audiences, such as: explicit violence, foul language, possible sexual content, etc.<br/>If you are not fond of this kind of material or you are under age, please refrain from reading this story.</p>

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2024-08-21T20:36:21+00:00

2024-08-21T22:42:19+00:00

After Twilight told them the impossible story the scarred mare had shared with her, everything made sense, or at least her friends stopped treating her like she was crazy. Fluttershy had had to stay in Ponyville, receiving medical attention due to her injuries, Starlight had assured them that she would personally take care of her, which had reassured them all to some extent. Spike had also stayed behind, the little dragon was too shocked, knowing that he wouldn't be able to see the princesses without losing his composure and with two days without sleep behind him, he decided to stay and rest, but not before wishing Twilight and her friends luck. The alicorn was sitting against the window of the train, staring absentmindedly at the night landscape with the mountains in the distance. The carriage was empty, hardly any ponies were taking the midnight train, they were the only ones there. At one point Twilight looked away from the window, watching her friends; In the row of seats on the other side were Rainbow Dash and Applejack, the little blue pegasus was lying on the lap of the farmer pony, sleeping, the orange mare was also sleeping, leaning against the window, one of her hooves was standing on Rainbow's head, tangled in her mane, Pinkie Pie, right in the place in front of her friends, was sleeping occupying a whole seat, stretched out exaggeratedly on the backrest, her fur remained a very dull pinkish gray and her mane, though slightly fluffy, still hung cold and lifeless, finally, Rarity, sitting a couple of seats in front of the alicorn was wrapped in a very thick turquoise blue coat, a black beret adorned her head and she wore sunglasses, Twilight didn't know if she was asleep or not, but noticing that she didn't make any sound or give any indication of movement she guessed she was. The trip lasted several hours, when finally the whistle announced their arrival at the capital, the sun was not yet peeking over the horizon, keeping the place under calm blue and purple tones. The five mares walked through the newly awakened city in silence, some of the businesses were beginning to open their doors, others were closing them after a hard night's work, there were some ponies walking down the street, some working and others seemed to be just taking an evening stroll. “Could someone remind me...why we decided to come so early?” asked Rarity, recovering her usual complaining tone for a moment. “Because we have to find out what happened to the unicorn...” replied Twilight without turning to look at her friend. “Yes that I understand but...that doesn't explain the terrible travel schedule, Celestia hasn't even raised the sun.” “Exactly” replied the alicorn seriously confusing the white unicorn and the rest of her friends. “Celestia will be busy for quite a while making the sun rise shortly so this is the perfect opportunity to get answers as to where she is...” The plan they had hatched still worried the group a bit, even Twilight wasn't entirely sure, but, a feeling in the back of her head told her that there wasn't much time to act. “Are you sure this is a good idea Twilight?” asked Applejack behind her back, the alicorn took a moment to answer. “I was researching, writing to all the detention centers and psychiatric institutions in Canterlot, asking for some scarred unicorn mare, no one knew how to give me an answer...” they all fell silent. “No one knows anything about her, as if she was never captured, so after weighing the options, the only place she could be is...” Twilight was trying to speak quietly so as not to attract the attention of the ponies that were passing them by, as they rounded a corner the mares stopped as they stood before the imposing royal castle which loomed imposingly with the horizon just behind them. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In the deepest part of Canterlot castle, in the ancient catacombs, used in very ancient times, walked a smiling princess Celestia, her radiant smile contrasted with the gloomy environment around her, she was not escorted by any guard nor wore her usual necklace and crown, she walked through the dark corridors shining her horn and almost jumping with each step as if she was dancing. The great alicorn turned in several corridors, again and again, further and further away from the habitable areas of the castle, finally arriving at a rickety, but very solid, dark wooden door, Celestia shone her horn making its wood glow and an unlocking sound was heard. to later push lightly with her hoof giving way to a room. The same was in complete darkness which was broken little by little as the princess entered the same, revealing several artifacts made of wood and metal scattered and dusty, for the vast majority of ponies today all these machines would be completely alien, making it impossible for them to know what they were and what they were for, but for a pony as old as Celestia its purpose was more than clear. In an instant the alicorn shone his horn more brightly, creating glowing spheres which flew in different directions, placing them on the walls and causing the room to fill with a uniform and intense light. With the illumination the old instruments of torture were perfectly visible in their entirety, spikes and blades long since rusted and barely standing, all the walls were made of rock and from them hung corroded chains and filthy hooks, finally, on the left wall a pony could be seen hanging from its front legs, The chains that held her seemed to be the only thing recently added to the room, she was completely unclothed, revealing each and every one of her wounds and on her horn there was a ring of magical suppression, the sun princess seeing the unicorn hanging, apparently unconscious, could not help but widen her smile even more, exclaiming with a shrill cry. “Good morning sleepyhead!” The unicorn didn't seem to react to Celestia's words, causing Celestia to frown, taking a couple of steps towards the unicorn, the regent of Equestria watched her for a second before unleashing a powerful blow that hit her in the stomach and made her cough and spit. “I said, good morning...” the princess' tone had changed to one that seemed bitter and annoyed, with a serious expression on her face, the unicorn must have taken a few moments to make the pain bearable before responding. “Ouch, ahem...wow, I had forgotten what it was like to be woken up like that...” the mare kept her head down, her face covered by her matted red hair and with a tone in her voice that indicated haughtiness. “A thousand apologies it's just that I don't have much time and I wanted to come and give you the good news” Celestia said as she forced a smile again. “Wuu, great, you'll tell me you finally got rid of that horrible vaginal infection you got from fucking diamond dogs? hahahahahahahaa....” another punch to the mare's stomach that made her let out a gasp, if only she had eaten something recently, she was sure her stomach would have returned it by now. “That's funny, I didn't remember you being so eloquent...” started to say celestia letting out another punch this time in the direction of her ribs, which crackled with the impact ” No no no no, I came to tell you that today I will give notice that you were finally captured and referred to the authorities.” The unicorn forced herself to let out a raucous laugh. “Wow is that the best you could think of, even I can see how unbelievable that is, you're going to be flooded with questions and you'll have to present evidence and...explanations” the mare found it hard to breathe. Celestia turned and walked to the other side of the room slowly as she continued to speak. “A very insightful observation my dear, but don't worry I already have it covered, I will say that during your transfer to a psychiatric facility you resisted, there was an altercation and unfortunately you ended up dead” the princess began to search for something amongst the large amount of medieval machinery. “Something more credible but there will still be questions...” the mare reiterated. “Questions that will be quickly ignored and filed away my dear, nothing to worry about, maybe it will last a little longer but, as I told you, they will eventually forget it, that's how ponies are nowadays...” the alicorn was shining her horn, pushing aside large chunks of rotten metal and wood. “I see then that your work paid off...” the unicorn began to say ”When I left your empire was crumbling, your enemies were overwhelming you and your people were revealing themselves... How did you manage all this?” “I'm so glad you asked!” exclaimed the princess as she continued rummaging ”It's been so long since I've been able to have this kind of conversation... My sister doesn't like to reminisce about the old days, you know?” “Are you talking about Nightmare Moon?” he asked with an irritating tone, the princess couldn't help but grit her teeth before answering him. “We go by a different name now...” began Celestia. “Ahhhh right!” false surprise emanated from the mare's mouth ‘I forgot, your real names may be somewhat..shocking to your paper pony society What were they?...’ she pretended to ponder ”Ah yes! Celestia and Luna, seriously now whose idea was that? they sound like names chosen by a foal!” The regent didn't respond to the provocation, instead she continued to rummage through the muck until she hit upon what she was looking for. “Answering your question...” said the princess as she walked back to the mare with a wooden bucket levitating at her side ”It's true that I found myself in a difficult situation for a while and it took me even longer to realize what I was doing wrong...” Celestia dropped the bucket shatteringly in front of the pony, revealing that it had huge iron nails inside. “I realized that the more I oppressed the freedoms and attempted against the lives of the ponies the more discontent there was and the more airs of rebellion arise among them...” the alicorn said this while with her magic she lifted two of the nails from the bucket, she held them in front of her face and they began to redden. “No matter how much terror I instilled in their hearts it ended up turning into courage and bravery, so I decided to do something completely different...” the princess related this with a thoughtful expression, her gaze lost on the nails that were increasingly glowing as if they were being fanned by invisible embers. “It took me a long time and many generations but I finally managed to cleanse my image from being a tyrant to a savior...” once the nails were hot enough Celestia levitated them in the direction of the mare's hind legs, more specifically to her inner thighs, holding them just a few centimeters from her skin. “Of course it required many sacrifices on my part, including my dear little sister, poor thing had to bear the guilt of years of torment and, to make it believable, I had to impose a real punishment on her” the alicorn drove the slamming nails deep into the mare who, despite gritting her teeth couldn't help but let out a cry of pain as she felt her muscles burn inside. “But in the end it was all worth it, I managed to build a perfect kingdom full of harmony and, more importantly, control, I finally didn't have to worry about wars, rebellions or riots because everyone was happy and content with the life I had given them, which gave me more than enough time to be able to dedicate myself to the most important thing of all...” “Your damn obsession with yours...” said the mare with a hoarse voice while still gritting her teeth in pain, the celestial princess looked surprised. “...Yes...” she finally replied as she pulled the nails out forcefully eliciting a gasp from the unicorn ”Looks like she shared more with you than I thought, how sentimental of her...” Celestia admired the wounds she had inflicted on her prisoner, taking a long look at the pair of holes but pausing as she noticed how, despite the fact that these did not close, the external burn seemed to fade quickly. “I see you still retain some of my sister's power...” she said as he levitated two more nails from the bucket and began to heat the ‘But it's nothing compared to what it was before...your connection is weakening’ he quickly drove the four red-hot nails this time into the unicorn's belly, making her squeal again. “Soon you won't be able to heal any more wounds and not only that, soon your old wounds will start to reverberate in your body...” she began to say as she drove the hot iron even deeper into the mare's insides this time leaving them there ‘The more time progresses you will start to feel more and more pain until finally your body can't take it anymore...’ the princess pulled another six nails out of the bucket. “Can you imagine that, dying of pain...” she inserted the nails into the mare's armpits, who held back her scream as best she could, mustering enough strength to respond. “Ughhhhhh.....I can't imagine a better way to die that would make you smile like that...” said the pony finally looking up a bit and pinning her eyes on Celestia's who was smiling widely. “You're absolutely right, I would love nothing more than to leave you here until you finish aging and die in agony...” the princess paused making a strange grimace ”But...unfortunately, you're a risk that threatens everything I've worked so hard to achieve, so we'll end this quickly.” The alicorn flashed her horn and a heavy clatter went through the room, in a moment a huge iron brazier was placed at the regent's side bursting into flames and igniting violently. “Look I wouldn't want to have to kill you so quickly, so we'll make it more fun, after all what I told you the other night was true...” Celestia drew large iron rods towards her from across the room and began placing them into the fire one by one “It's been ages since I've had the opportunity to have fun with a pony like you, one worthy of enough time and effort for a good play session.” The mare watched impassively as one by one the rods were placed among the embers and began to heat up. “But don't worry, even though it will hurt a lot, I've decided that in the end I will give you a quick death...” “Oh wow and to what do I owe this incredible gesture of benevolence?” the unicorn couldn't help but let out a chuckle. “Well, I figured it was the least I could do for a pony who sacrificed so much for me and my kingdom...too bad the kingdom you helped build will never know of your sacrifice” the princess said this last with a mocking tone, taunting the unicorn who gritted her teeth in anger. “Indeed look!...” exclaimed Celestia enthusiastically as she lifted a couple of the rods from the fire and showed them to the mare, these, now with the glow of the embers, showed that on their tips they had designs to mark, one of the rods had the word in large letters ‘WHORE’ and the other read the word ‘TRAITOR’. “I hadn't used either of these for a long time, it will be good to finally put them to use again” the princess placed the rods back in the fire. “However our fun will have to wait, particularly today I have endless tasks to accomplish, very important tasks, so perhaps you should wait for me until sundown, I hope you don't mind.” The unicorn didn't answer just kept her gaze fixed on Celestia's face, with a frown and a furious look. Celestia gave her a smirk and a smirk. “Oww don't be sad, look on the bright side, in the end, you'll end up dying at the hooves of someone of your time” the princess couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his comment, turning around to start retreating. “You know, believe it or not, it does comfort me...” the regent heard from behind her back, turning to look at the mare. “For a moment I actually thought you had changed, I saw your face, with that smile talking to your beloved ponies and for a moment I doubted...it's good to know you're still the same sadistic bitch you always were...” the unicorn let out an emotionless laugh and spit some blood on the ground with disdain. Celestia looked for a long moment at her prisoner, noting that she was exhibiting a wistful smile before turning and walking out the door. Just as she crossed the threshold the sun princess was startled, standing in front of her was her sister Luna, who had a serious expression and was wearing her princess ornaments. “Wow! Luna, you scared me!” “I'm sorry sister, I came looking for you because it's almost time for you to raise the sun “Luna didn't react to her surprised gesture and laughter. “Yeah yeah sure, don't worry, I was on my way” Celestia noticed how her sister had a somber expression and apparently looked over her shoulder in the direction of the cell. Silence reigned for a moment before Celestia exclaimed with resignation. “Don't take too long, remember we have to get everything ready for Twilight's coronation” the alicorn said as she stepped aside making way for her sister, just as Luna was about to enter the room Celestia called out to her again. “And Luna...” “Yes Celestia...?” the princess of the night turned to look at her sister. “Don't break down,” she told her with an authoritative expression before turning and walking away down the hallway until she was out of sight. Luna stood for a moment in front of the door pondering whether or not it would be a good idea to go inside, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she finally took a step into the room. “Oh! Back for your crabs?” exclaimed the unicorn with her head down. “It's me...” said Luna as she slowly approached. “Oh great, what I was missing, miss sweet ass and snake tongue” the mare let out a sigh of annoyance as she shook slightly trying to ease the pain of the nails embedded in her body. Luna flashed her horn carefully pulling out all the iron pieces and dropping them on the ground, this caused the unicorn to whimper slightly before falling silent. “Why?” the alicorn finally asked, to which the chained mare replied eloquently. “Well I messed with your sister's pussy and then she got mad and then...” “I mean why, why did you do it?” the question immediately fell to the unicorn who let out a sigh and cleared her throat for a second before answering. “Why?.....why?...you know I don't even think I know very well.” “No, you don't!” exclaimed the alicorn aloud ”I want you to tell me why you kept fighting, you could have had a good life, away from this shit, the war is over...” At that moment the princess of the night was interrupted by a scream that echoed throughout the room and even outside. "¿¡OVER!? ¡¡¡BULLSHIT, FOR ME THE WAR CONTINUES!!!" Luna was so thrown off by the shout that she couldn't respond immediately. “I fought!!!I fought and suffered as you ordered but I couldn't win!!!And when I finally returned home what did I find!!!A fucking lie formed over the corpses of my comrades!!!With a people who don't even know of their existence!!!” “It was.... It was a bad time” Luna said with her head down not daring to look at the mare. “A BAD TIME?!!!To you it's just that, just a bad time in a distant memory!!!To you all those deaths meant nothing!!!And why would they?!!!You're a goddess...” Luna tried to protest but she was met by another caterwaul of screams. “At least on the battlefield I had friends!!!....” the unicorn writhed furiously in her chains, pushing at the wall with her hind hooves stretching in Luna's direction. “The leader of my personal guard seriously chooses to die here?” asked Luna trying to appeal to the mare's nostalgia. “I learned to fight against all kinds of beasts!!!!! I endured indescribable pain because I believed in your cause!!! I BELIEVED THAT IF I FIGHTED HARD ENOUGH, IF WE GAINED VICTORY, EVERYTHING WOULD GET BETTER!!!” The unicorn seemed to lose her breath and strength, dropping back down as she hung from the ceiling, after a minute her broken voice filled the air again. “I shouldn't have come back...” she began to say as tears streamed down her face ”I should have died like the others...they were all gone...they were good ponies...they were all good!!!” Luna felt her heart compress in her chest at the scene, there was a lump in her throat and she felt unable to say anything, letting silence reign for a long moment until the pony spoke again. “Have you even seen my dreams...?” she asked suddenly looking at Luna and noticing a dismayed expression on her face ”Heh...of course not...you don't have the courage...” The alicorn stood still where she was, this as a cold sweat began to be reminiscent of her forehead. “Every night I dream I search for their remains on the battlefield, the parts they lost to your enemies...they were all my family....and they are gone.” Luna finally mustered enough strength to continue her approach as the mare sobbed silently. “The least I could have hoped for was that a monument would be erected in their honor, out of respect for all the lives they sacrificed...but they couldn't even give them that, they just buried them where no pony could ever find them and left them there to die...” Luna raised a hoof in the mare's direction, intending to wipe the tears from her face, but the moment the unicorn felt the brush of her touch she jerked back in a blind rage. “DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME DAMN YOU, IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOURS AND YOUR BITCH OF A SISTER!!!” Luna recoiled in fright as it looked like the pony's chains would come off the wall. “YOU AND SHE DESERVE TO DIE YOU AND SHE DESERVE TO DIE!!!” the mare continued to thrash and scream at the top of her lungs for quite a while until she finally ran out of strength and collapsed from exhaustion. Luna stood still just a couple of steps away from the distressed mare, not knowing what else to say she simply let her emotions take over. “Bek...” she called to the unicorn who looked up weakly. “I'm sorry...I'm really sorry...” tears were beginning to fall down her perfect face, staining it and making her lose her composure. The mare had expected any reaction but this one, she simply stood silently watching the once one of the greatest tyrants the world has ever known collapse on the ground crying like a little foal. The weeping lasted for long moments with nothing but sobs as the only sound in the room, until finally the princess recovered enough to stand up again and look at Bek with a look of deep sadness. “What good are your tears to me...” the mare finally replied with a scornful expression and a lost look. In a moment Luna flashed her horn pulling something out from behind her wings and showing it to the captive, who couldn't help but open her eyes in surprise. It was the hilt of her sword, which remained exactly the same as she had left it with the exception that it was now clean and polished, the unicorn looked quizzically at Luna. “I figured...you'd want to at least have her around, when...it happens...” the princess said with a sympathetic expression. The unicorn said nothing simply looked back down at her sword and Luna could tell she was smiling slightly. “I'll leave it, where my sister won't find it..” Luna levitated the hilt to the other side of the room, climbing up the wall until she placed it in a recess near the ceiling that hid it perfectly,far from the pony's reach but also from Celestia. “There, now at least you won't leave this world without her...” said Luna finally looking back at the mare whose face was drooping to the floor without looking at her. After another moment of silence Luna finally let out a sigh and started to leave the room, just as she was about to cross the threshold she stopped dead in her tracks and looked over her shoulder. “If it's any consolation, I still carry them all in my mind, so they will never truly be forgotten...” “That's no consolation...” replied the mare without looking at her ‘That you remember them is the worst insult...’ and without further ado Luna left the room and closed the door. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Luna walked through the corridors in a daze, her head spinning a thousand times over the situation between her hooves. Right there, locked up and hidden in the darkness, was trapped one of the ponies she had come to love the most, doomed to suffer a horrible death at the hands of her older sister, it was unacceptable, any pony would do anything to stop this barbarism and fix the situation and yet she did nothing. She had asked herself this question since the day she saw her again at Twilight's coronation, she asked herself when she fought with her that same night and she asked herself now that she had seen her crying and suffering chained to that wall, why, why didn't she do anything to stop this? She shuffled through all the possible answers to that question, each one more far-fetched than the last, but finally one very simple reason overcame the others, fear. She was afraid, afraid of what her actions could unleash, afraid that her efforts would not be enough, but above all and most importantly, she was afraid of what could happen to her if she was discovered and judged by her sister, that was the main reason, the pure and genuine terror she had for her older sister, one that she had not felt since more than a thousand years ago, when she was banished to the moon and condemned to live in the shadow of eternity. She did not want to provoke Celestia's fury, she knew it was not a simple matter of a difference of opinion or a simple reprimand, to do so was to play with fire, a vengeful and powerful fire that, if she was not careful, could sweep away everything in an instant. Therein lay her dilemma, the reason for the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at her, the reason why she could not muster the courage to save that wounded mare who knew nothing but war, she was simply too much of a coward. While the princess was walking aimlessly through the corridors of the catacombs, lost in her thoughts, she heard a voice in the distance. At first she thought it was her imagination but the sound became clearer, it wasn't just one voice it was five and it wasn't just five voices, it was five voices she recognized. “I told you Twilight, we're lost.” “We're not lost Applejack we're taking a back way to avoid running into any guards” Twilight replied to her farm girl friend as she tried to locate herself in the complex maze that was the catacombs. Princess Luna watched them intently from the shadows. “Well, I'm no expert on catacombs...” said Pinkie Pie in a more muffled voice than usual ”But even I'm sure we must have gotten somewhere by now.” “Haghh! I can't believe it!” exclaimed Twilight frustrated ‘You say that as if it wasn't hard to locate with outdated maps and blocked roads!’ the alicorn looked nervous, despite trying to keep order the group of friends were becoming increasingly dissatisfied, it got to a point where the discussion began to take on more aggressive overtones. “I knew this trip was a waste of time, we were supposed to be on a rescue mission and now we need to be rescued” exclaimed Rarity indignantly. “How are we even going to know if she's somewhere in the castle if we can't talk to anyone?” asked Rainbow Dash as her tone became more haughty. “And even if we do find out, we have no idea how we're going to get her free” Pinkie Pie concluded with a pessimistic tone. “And if Twilight can't figure out that our plan doesn't have a leg to stand on, then maybe she's not fit to lead this operation” said Applejack finally, looking directly at Twilight. Faced with the avalanche of discouragement Twilight couldn't take it anymore and exploded, with a furious look that made her friends take a step back she exclaimed. “In condition...of course I'm not in condition!!!! Do you think I'm functioning well after everything we saw!!! All you do is complain, complain, complain!!! For fuck's sake!!! Do you think I have all the answers!!! Obviously not!!!!!!” After that Twilight dropped to the ground disconsolate and on the verge of tears. “I have no idea what we are doing...I have no idea even if what we are doing makes any sense...” the alicorn's friends looked at each other embarrassed and saddened at the injustice exposed, silently before their friend spoke wiping her eyes. “All I know, is that we must do something, we have witnessed secrets important to all of Equestria and as its protectors we must do all we can to bring these secrets to light...” Twilight rose from the ground with determination in her eyes. “That is why we must rescue Bek, we must find her, we must give her the voice and support she needs to let the whole world know what the princesses have been hiding from us, the secrets they decided to bury...” At those words Luna's eyes widened with surprise and panic had these ponies discovered everything? How was it possible? This was very serious, if the elements of harmony were already aware of her secrets, this would get out of control very quickly. She had to do something, tell Celestia? no, surely she would kill them or disappear, besides she didn't know if they had already told more ponies about this, Spell them to forget? risky and very problematic, if she started to play with the memories of the mares it would be very notorious and her sister could notice it making retaliation against her, Luna thought quickly what she could do to solve this situation cleanly until an idea went through her head. It was crazy, possibly the craziest she had ever thought of in her entire long life, it was absurd and inconceivable, but it was an opportunity. “I think I can help you with that Twilight Sparkle” the princess' voice echoed in the compound causing the five mares to become alert and move into a defensive position. Slowly Luna advanced towards the ponies entering the light range of Twilight's horn with a solemn expression, seeing the imposing figure of the princess of the night the purple alicorn panicked, for a moment all the worst scenarios went through her mind, she imagined herself and her friends being arrested, She even thought for an instant that Celestia would have her wings revoked for having betrayed her trust, while she was thinking about that Luna stopped just a couple of steps away from them, looking at them without saying anything. They were all silent for what seemed like several minutes until Luna, finally having thought through the words she was going to say, spoke. “I can help you find what you are looking for...” at the princess's non-hostile and seemingly passive response they all relaxed and Twilight was the first to raise her voice. “What?...What do you mean princess...?” “I know where Bek is.” The words of the alicorn froze everyone's blood, suddenly what until now could have been described as a terrible nightmare ended up consolidating and taking shape, there they had Princess Luna, according to Bek's story, one of those responsible for the horrible barbarism they had witnessed, confirming the existence of the pony they had come to look for and that, indeed, she knew her. It took them a moment to recover from the initial shock long enough to heed what the princess was telling them. “She is in these very catacombs, trapped in a cell fitted out by my own sister for her specific confinement...” The more Luna spoke the more intrigue and fear the mares felt, this was really happening, the words, seemingly meaningless in an impossible story, took on validity and shook the world of the elements of harmony. “If you come to rescue her you need to know that the door to her cell is enchanted with a powerful magic that can only be activated by an alicorn...” They all looked at each other quizzically for a moment being interrupted by Pinkie. “I think we have that covered...” said the pink pony before being interrupted by the princess. “You don't understand, the spell was cast by my sister, so she is able to sense when it is activated, if you open that door you must be quick to help her get out and escape the city before my sister comes down to investigate.” They all went cold, suddenly the trip had taken a sinister turn, the way Luna describes Celestia left a hole in the ponies hearts. “They need an escape vehicle and a safe route away from the beaten path...” the alicorn kept saying, more to herself than to Twilight and her friends, finally her ramblings were interrupted by the same purple alicorn looking at her with a seriousness never before seen in her eyes. “Princess Luna...” started to say Twilight making the alicorn stop and look at her with her deep eyes ”So...everything is true...?” The princess didn't need any further explanation, she knew exactly what she was referring to, after a long pause and without stopping staring into Twilight's eyes the princess of the night answered. “Yes” cold and forceful. Twilight's mind threatened to collapse at the revelation, her last glimpses of stubbornness that screamed at her that everything she had seen and heard was impossible dissipated, for the first time since receiving the unicorn's visit her mind cleared of any doubt and fear, clearing the way for understanding and finally, allowing her to begin to process the information. She couldn't say for sure but she was sure her other friends felt the same as the room seemed to be freed from a heavy shackle. “Well...” said Twilight recovering the solemnity of her voice, something that surprised all her friends and even her ”How do we stop Celestia from coming down here?” Luna recovered quickly from Twilight's sudden change of attitude and continued. “In a few moments my sister will make the public announcement of the criminal's capture in front of the entire city, there is the perfect time for you guys to break into the cell and rescue her..” “But what if the princess sensing our intrusion decides to quickly end the announcement and come down here?” asked Applejack regaining her thick country accent. “I'll see to distracting her as much as possible” replied Luna determinedly. “I don't guarantee to be able to do it for long, but I'll give them as much as I can.” “Okay, now how do we get her out of town?” asked Twilight to her friends. “Let me have the transport procurement!” exclaimed Rainbow Dash enthusiastically, Twilight couldn't help but smile at her friends' renewed spirit, gaining confidence and continuing. “Okay now the route back to Ponyville...” “We can go through Everfree Forest!” squealed Pinkie, her mane, though not fully recovered, had taken on a brighter hue as had her fur ”It's full of old roads that hardly anyone uses these days, we'd get to Ponyville by tomorrow afternoon!” At the plan in progress Luna felt hopeful for the first time in a long time. “Alright, follow me, I'll show you where the cell is and a shortcut to an exit that leads to the main street.” All the ponies followed the princess down the corridors back to the shadowy dark wooden door, once the directions to the exit were explained and Rainbow along with Pinkie ran off in the direction of the exit to find an escape vehicle, Princess Luna prepared to leave. “Alright, don't forget, when you see the door glow white that will be the signal for you to enter, you must be very quick to free her and get her out of the catacombs, once my sister knows you are on the outside she will send guards in search of you, under no circumstances must she know that you were here that is the most crucial thing Understood?” Luna's nervousness was palpable, she really was doing this, she really was acting behind her sister's back, once again conspiring in the shadows, her thoughts were interrupted by Twilight who was looking at her with concern. "Princess Luna, not that we don't thank you for this but, if everything she says...is true why are you helping us?" the question threw Luna off, truth be told, even she wasn't sure why she was doing it or maybe she did know, but she didn't want to accept it. “It's because this is my fault Twilight Sparkle, I caused all of this with my actions, the least I can do is try to fix it...” She paused in deep thought. “Twilight Sparkle, I have one more favor to ask of you...” the princess began to say drawing the alicorn's attention. “Sure princess, anything...” “When you manage to get her out of this and you are already safe queiron that you help her leave everything behind, I don't care how you do it just convince her to stay away, to leave and never come back, only then she will be safe...” Twilight looked seriously at the princess's face, trying to deduce if this was a trap but found no falsehood in the request. “I will princess...I will.” And once that was said, Luna smiled, turned and walked briskly away. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Luna had quickly climbed back up to the castle which was beautifully lit due to the radiant sunlight streaming through the windows, she ran through the corridors in the direction of the balcony that led to the outside of the palace, dodging guards and cleaning staff deftly. She finally reached the door leading to the balcony, stepping inside without thinking and bumping into Celestia with an annoyed expression right in the center of the room. “I told you not to take too long, the crowd has been gathered for over five minutes...” celestia's expression relaxed as she saw how agitated Luna was, giving a mischievous smile. “Couldn't you wait any longer and have fun with her, what a dirty little sister, but I respect that, after all she was your former whore.” Luna did her best not to answer the nasty remark as Celestia walked in the direction of the balcony and she followed. As soon as Celestia stepped outside, with her wings outstretched and a comforting smile on her face Luna flashed her horn slightly, sending a spell into the depths of the castle that made the large wooden door glow with a very faint white light. “It's the signal!” exclaimed Applejack. Twilight approached the door shining her horn, the moment it touched the wood it let out a purple flash, causing it to click and swing wide open. The room was still illuminated by the glowing spheres of light which danced a little as Twilight stepped through the threshold, appreciating the enormous amount of torture artifacts and feeling horrified, looking around frantically and coming across the figure of the mare hanging and chained. “Here she is!” Meanwhile, upstairs, Celestia was giving a very elegant speech about security and how peace had been restored when she felt a shiver run down her spine, she knew what it was instantly, but she couldn't give her sister warning, she was still talking. Downstairs Applejack and Twilight were doing their best to free the mare while Rarity watched the escape route. “These chains are welded to her hooves Twilight, we need tools to open them.” “No time!” Twilight looked up at the joint that attached the handcuffs to the ceiling, it looked worn, quickly Twilight fired a bolt of lightning with her horn, destroying the anchor and releasing the entire chain. Upstairs Celestia was getting more and more nervous, she did her best to quickly finish the speech, receiving applause and cheers as she retreated into the room, immediately turning to her sister. “The door” she said coldly as she walked out into the hallway followed closely by Luna. “Are you sure sister?” she asked feigning surprise. “I'm sure, I felt the seal unlock” she said as she came down a staircase at full speed. “But, it's a spell you haven't used in a while, you may have forgotten the feeling...” Luna struggled to keep up with her sister who was getting closer and closer to the entrance to the catacombs “Or maybe...I forgot to lock the door.” Celestia stopped abruptly, turning her head slowly to look at the princess of the night. “What thing?” The terrified look on Celestia's face made Luna swallow saliva, unable to answer. “You forgot to lock...the door?” repeated Celestia with a stern tone. “Well I...maybe I did close it, but...maybe I didn't close it properly...” Both mares struggled to drag the heavy pony out of the room, who could barely stand on her legs, before they could get out the door the unicorn complained. “No...no, wait...” “What, what's wrong?” Twilight asked confused as she watched as faintly the chained pony pointed in one direction, as she followed it with her eyes Twilight noticed it was pointing to a hole high up on the other wall of the room, she quickly flew there. sticking her hoof into the opening and pulling out the hilt and looking at it for a second before turning back. Celestia was running down the halls with fury in her eyes as she was chased by Luna. “No need to get upset sis, I just said it was a possibility, because I'm sure I shut it down well....” both alicorns turned down hallways and down stairs. “It could very well be nothing, I really don't think we should go to....” “Shut the fuck up Luna!!!!” Celestia's shout stopped Luna in her tracks right in front of the entrance to the catacombs,it was only a second before Celestia spoke. “I don't care if you left the fucking door open or if someone else opened it the point is it's open!” Celestia shifted towards the entrance with the intention of going down before stopping and turning to look at her sister. “Put all guards on alert” she ordered before moving deeper into the darkness. Twilight led the group while Applejack carried Bek on her back and Rarity was right behind her, running as they followed the route Princess Luna had provided, turning at intersections and going down long corridors, finally they caught a glimpse of a light, picking up their pace and finally making their way outside. For an instant they saw no trace of Rainbow and Pinkie but the next second they both appeared from the side, both had colorful balaclavas covering their faces and accompanied by an old cart with remnants of straw and dirt. “This is the escape vehicle!” asked Twilight in excitement. “It's all we got!” exclaimed Rainbow in response. While in the distance could be heard the cries and complaints of an old pony, clamoring to have his wagon back. “There's no time!” cried Pinkie as everyone rushed to get into the wagon. Finally Celestia after a frantic run to her prisoner's cell stopped short in front of the open door, the lights inside had been extinguished and now only the large iron brazier illuminated the interior, the alicorn very slowly peeked inside the cell, She hoped that everything had been a simple slip without consequences, but no, the only thing that greeted her was an empty room, the space previously occupied by her prisoner was completely abandoned, only the mark on the ceiling where the chain had once been attached and some dried blood on the floor remained. The princess stood there for a moment, appreciating the panorama and the next moment the room was engulfed in flames and a powerful scream echoed throughout the catacombs. When the dazzling flash disappeared, everything in the room had been reduced to ashes except for the iron objects that glowed red-hot, semi-melted, including the heavy door of which only the hinges remained, and there stood the princess, breathing heavily, with an expression of fury and an orange gleam in her eyes. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The ponies were driving frantically through the city,Applejack and Rainbow Dash were pulling the wagon with all their might,both wearing balaclavas,while the rest stayed on board trying not to fall. Bek lay on the wooden floor unconscious while Twilight struggled to check her vital signs, which was difficult with the heavy goose mask Pinkie had given her to hide her face, Rarity had a carnival mask and Pinkie Pie an absurd clown mask, the alicorn found the situation ridiculous and prayed with all her might that the masks did not have the opposite effect and make it easier for them to be recognized. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, up to the point where Twilight thought they had made it, but suddenly on the final stretch towards the exit of the city the situation took a turn for the worse. Right at the archway that marked the end of the outer wall and gave way to the outskirts of Canterlot there was a group of guards settled, which seemed to stop anyone who wanted to cross, the moment the guards saw the carriage approaching they got into formation to block the passage. “Halt!” they all shouted almost in unison. “Twilight...!” began Applejack. “What do we do!!!” term Rainbow. Twilight thought about it for a second, adrenaline filling her body, finally she exclaimed. “Don't stop!!!” and so they did. The carriage didn't slow down a bit, ready to ram the guards that were blocking the exit, they looked confused at first, then worried and finally scared to see that the mares had no intention of stopping, for a second Twilight wished they would move away with all their strength, luckily, they did. Just at the last second the group of guards broke formation and dashed in time to dodge the carriage which passed them by and quickly moved off down the road in the direction of the forest. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Luna was running through the corridors of the catacombs with a worried expression on her face, she was sweating thinking of all the things that could have gone wrong and wished with all her might that none of them were the case. Her heart stopped for an instant when in the middle of the darkness she felt a scorching heat, she turned the last corner with her lungs about to burst in her chest and stopped his advance when she peeked out and saw the room burning and completely destroyed. The rock on the walls glowed a deep red and the floor was covered in slowly expanding pools of molten metal. In the middle of it all was Celestia who was completely still even looking in the direction where the afflicted pony used to be, she seemed not to have even noticed Luna's presence who, without courage to try to enter the hellish artificial furnace could only speak to her from outside the room. “The...the guards have already been informed of the situation, they are on high alert and have blocked all the exits of the city” her cordial tone was rudely interrupted by the deep voice of celestia who spoke as if she was on the verge of a rage attack. “Someone released her...” “What?” asked Luna feigning surprise and trying to remain stoic.” “Someone helped her out” Celestia was still staring at the wall. “But...how is that possible?” Continued Luna taking a step back as she noticed the heat inside the room increasing. “She must have convinced someone that she was telling the truth...” said Celestia as her necklace and crown could be seen glowing in the intense heat but not melting. “But...” began Luna determined to continue with her plan ‘If that were the case who in all of Equestria would be crazy enough to come here?’ the younger sister left this question in the air, knowing that it would put her sister on alert, she had to keep her conspiring, pensive, to gain as much time as possible. Celestia remained silent, her thoughts beginning to fill her with paranoia, she knew this was a possibility, but she didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to blindly believe in the ravings of a crazy pony, she had underestimated the unicorn's persuasion skills and now, the problem had escalated a bit more, creating new possible variants and further threatening everything Celestia was trying to protect, now, she would be forced to take more extreme measures, measures that were just as or even more risky than her current situation. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The mares had managed to evade several guards and even though the guards had followed them into the forest, they had managed to lose them by going into the trees. They had been running for most of the day, the sunlight filtering through the treetops was already dull, heralding the impending dusk. Finally Twilight ordered Rainbow and Applejack to stop, bringing the carriage to a halt in a small clearing on the banks of a river. They all removed the masks Pinkie had given them panting from the adrenaline and sweat the masks had caused them, they took a moment to catch their breath before calmly assessing their situation. “All right!” exclaimed Rainbow taking flight ”We made it!...now what?” “One thing's for sure...” began Applejack as she unhitched herself from the wagon ”We won't be able to show up in Canterlot again for a while so as not to arouse suspicion.” “That was..the best wagon chase ever!!!” shouted Pinkie excitedly, jumping off the side of the wagon and landing squarely in the water, splashing a little. “And is she..okay?” asked Rarity as she saw the unicorn on the wooden floor. Twilight approached Bek, inspecting the, after a moment she let out a sigh of relief and stood up. “She's unconscious, looks like she was just very tired” she said and a relieved expression came over everyone's face. “That's very good...now can we talk about What pens was that place?” asked Applejack putting her hat back on. “I'm not quite sure, it looked like one....” Twilight didn't want to complete that sentence, she knew what those horrible things they had seen were, she had read about them in many history books, but she always thought they were exaggerations written by some ponies with too much imagination “ a torture room” she finally said. They all fell silent at the idea, they all knew what the word “torture” meant but, like Twilight, they had only heard of it in references to a time when ponies were less civilized, a time that seemed so far away that it had never had an impact on any of them. Shock took over the atmosphere for a moment before Rarity cleared her throat and contributed to the conversation. “So where are we taking her?” she said quietly snapping her friends out of their trance and making them really question that tricky conundrum. “I...I don't know” Twilight finally answered ”It's not like we could take her to any hospital or general help center, they would recognize her instantly and report it to the guard..” “We could hide her somewhere for a while...” began Applejack thoughtfully ”I could make a space for her on my farm perfect for her to recover...” Twilight interrupted her. “No, Sweet Apple Acres is a busy place, no matter how careful you are it's likely that some pony will see her and notify to the royal guard.” “Maybe, we could convince her to stay at Fluttershy's cabin just outside of town...” said Rarity with some hope. “The way things are now I doubt Fluttershy's animals would enjoy the company of a pony who looks like an ex-con while she's agonizing in a hospital bed” said Rainbow Dash curtly. “We must make sure we get a place so we can keep her safe and guarded...” started to say Twilight, just as she was about to come to an appropriate resolution a shrill sound made them all go on alert. For a moment the sound of the river water was all that could be heard, but in an instant all the surrounding bushes began to shake violently, it seemed that something was approaching and all the mares positioned themselves close to the wagon. Just when the sound and movement was at its peak everything stopped suddenly and a little squirrel came out of the bushes, looking strangely at the ponies while licking his whiskers, the friends could not help but let out a sigh of relief at what seemed a false alarm, but suddenly from the bushes jumped several plump figures, screaming outrageously and scaring the squirrel who ran away. The beings were strange and bulbous, appearing to be giant toads with arms too long and legs too short, emitting grunts and gurgling gurgles as they approached the mares holding weapons made of sticks and sharp stones. The friends were alarmed at the presence of the weapons and tensed even more where they stood, the beings seemed to number twenty or so, circling the wagon with the river at their backs, they came closer and closer with a steady gaze on the mares in their bulging, yellowish eyes. “Twilight what are these things?” asked Applejack as she backed up another step, bumping her flank against the wagon. The alicorn searched her memories for any creature that resembled the ones in front of them, it took her a moment but she finally exclaimed. “They are goblins!” they all looked at her quizzically ”Creatures that long ago assaulted the caravans that used to go deep into the forests, Celestia herself started a campaign against them expelling them and making them flee to the Everfree forest...” Twilight's long explanation was interrupted when a goblin, who seemed to be even more wrinkled and bulbous than all the others, spoke in a voice that seemed to gargle. “Prraaa Www ponies....ahgs ajjjjjj ponies hand over everything they have...” the strange voice made them all shudder but as they analyzed the situation a bit more they came to the conclusion that, if they stood up to them, they could be victorious. “We won't give them anything!!!” shouted Rainbow Dash emboldened. “Yes!...” continued Applejack ”Why would we even give them any of our stuff?” “Because if you put don't give us stuff you put lose pink pony waaagh...” Hearing that they all became aware of the sound of a muffled scream behind them, turning around they were met with a scene that made their blood run cold, right on the shore of the lake there were two other goblins, both of whom were wet and holding Pinkie Pie firmly covering her mouth, the pink pony was flailing and writhing violently trying to free herself until one of the goblins raised his hand and rested a dagger made of rock against Pinkie's neck who instantly went still. They all watched in horror as the goblins moved even closer to the wagon. “Pinkie no...” said Twilight with tears threatening to spill from her eyes as the lead goblin spoke again. “Ponies stay very still Bluaghhh... if you ponies move pink go away...” The friends had no choice, heeding the goblins' gestures they dropped their saddlebags, climbed down and away from the wagon, surrounded by a small group of four and with the goblins holding Pinkie right beside them, as the goblins began to dismantle the outside of the wagon, ripping off its wheels and emptying the mare's bags. “Twilight...” whispered Applejack to the alicorn, causing the alicorn to look up at her. “Bek is still on board...” Twilight watched in fear as the goblins began to climb up to peek inside. At one point the goblin leader, rummaging through Twilight's saddlebag, fell silent and then exclaimed with great joy, he raised what he was holding and it was seen that it was the hilt of Bek's sword, which glowed under the little light that still seeped through the branches, all beings came to see and began to jump while saying things like “Brilliant!” or “Nice!”suddenly a coarse voice interrupted the festivities. “Get your filthy hands...off her...” All the goblins turned to see a brown unicorn rise from the back of the wagon, scrambling down the side and taking a couple of steps towards the small crowd, the goblins looked on in curiosity and some surprise as the wobbly pony leaned against the side of the wagon, dragging the chain attached to her front legs. They all watched in silence as the unicorn, panting heavily, managed to utter more words. “She is too good for you...I will not let you sully her...” The goblins looked at each other for a second in confusion before exploding into what seemed to be grotesque laughter, in less than a blink of an eye a move was made and before the unicorn knew it, she had a large spear thrust into her chest. All the mares screamed at the sight, as Bek collapsed to the ground, shock overcame the friends as they tried to assimilate how, apparently, the pinkie they had gone to rescue had died. The goblin leader sneered one last time as he exclaimed in a thick voice and he and his group turned around going back to looting. “Ponie stupid...asnghueaggg...” But shock was replaced by fear when suddenly, Bek seemed to move and not only that but he slowly struggled to his feet unnoticed by the goblins, finally standing upright. He still had the spear buried in his chest but, as if this was nothing, he placed his hooves holding it and gave a tug pulling it out, to the surprise of Twilight and her friends, despite the tip being stained, not a single drop of blood spurted from Bek's body. “Hey...” the unicorn said weakly again, suddenly causing the goblins to startle and look at her in confusion. “Seriously, they don't want to do this....” At that moment Bek tried to use his magic but it didn't manifest, just then he remembered that he still had on magic override ring. “Ho no...” she didn't have a second to react. All the goblins rushed at her, with the exception of the leader, knocking her down and starting to attack her, some thrusting their spears at her again and again while others just hit her. They all watched in horror as the unicorn disappeared in a storm of green warts, at one point Twilight tried to step forward to try to help her but was stopped by a subtle reminder in the form of a growl. The goblins still holding Pinkie pressed the dagger a little harder against her skin making the pink pony squeal and cry out in fear, the alicorn could do nothing but watch helplessly as the mare was bludgeoned relentlessly. For an instant it seemed as if tdn was about to end in a sepulchral silence but suddenly a powerful scream of rage filled the air. They all watched in surprise as Bek stood up suddenly sending the goblins flying a couple of meters away, feeling her body full of new wounds. The unicorn spun on herself and it could be seen how the expression on her face reflected an indescribable rage. The goblins charged at her again but this time they were repelled, skillfully the mare disarmed the creatures, piercing them with her own spears or striking them with her hooves so hard that you could hear their bones break on impact, even going so far as to use her own shackles to power her blows. One by one the goblins fell dead to the ground, but not before managing to deliver more cuts and a couple more blows to the unicorn, which despite this continued to fight. Even the Goblins that surrounded Twilight and her friends moved away to try to stop the mare and although at that moment they could have taken action to rescue Pinkie, they were all paralyzed admiring the carnage that was being unleashed before their eyes. Finally the last of the goblins fell with a broken neck and the unicorn then, breathing heavily, walked in the direction of the leader, he had a strange expression of horror on his face, you could see how his legs trembled and gave way and fell backwards to the ground. The unicorn approached until she was right in front of him, removing the blocking ring from her horn in her last two steps. The two exchanged silent glances for a moment before the unicorn pointed her hoof at the hilt of the sword the goblin leader still held in his hand. Noticing this the leader quickly extended his arm, offering her the trembling object. The unicorn shone her horn, in a green flash that raised the hilt in the air, the mare inspected it closely, noticing how it had a small ark made by the goblin's claws, in a second her expression turned back to anger and, before the goblin could say anything, the magical blade of the sword decapitated him. The head rolled on the ground with a disgusting noise, stopping right in front of the two goats that were still holding Pinkie in terror, they looked up and met the unicorn's gaze which only gave her a frown and, in an instant, Pinkie fell to the ground and both goats ran away terrified to the depth of the forest. All was silent again, none of the mares felt able to move after what they had seen, they just stood there, appreciating the massacre and the responsible pony standing in the middle. This one was breathing heavily, staring blankly ahead, still with her sword lit and full of holes running all over her side, these were barely bleeding but clearly caused the mare a lot of pain, in one swift movement the sword cut the shackles from her hooves, falling to the ground with a thud. After a moment more controlling her breathing the unicorn turned to look at her rescuers. “I uh...I'm so sorry about the mess” was all she said before turning around and starting to walk away. This finally managed to snap everyone out of shock, Twilight being the first to react, running after the mare as she dodged the goblin corpses. “Stop!” shouted Twilight, causing Bek to stop though without looking at her. “I...we, we, came to rescue you” she began to say nervously. “I know...and I thank you very much, now I must get back to finish it...” she tried to get going again but Twilight stepped in front blocking the way. “We didn't get you out of Celestia's dungeon to immediately try to return so she can kill you!” she shouted imposingly looking into the wounded mare's eyes, surprising a little noticing that her gaze reflected nothing but tiredness, she let out a sigh before answering. “And so what was the reason you pulled me out of there?” the question threw Twilight off a bit, it took her a minute to sort out the words. “I...well, we thought...” Twilight remembered the request Princess Luna had made to her “...we did it so you could go far away to a safe place...” A shrill laugh interrupted Twilight's ranting, making her startle. “HA! a safe place?...” the mare began shrill but her voice quickly faded ‘...That you still don't get it? there is no safe place, not while they are still alive...’ she paused again ”...That's why I must kill them.” “You can't kill them!” exclaimed Twilight startling the unicorn. “This is just a...sick excuse to justify you! You know you're not capable of killing them! You know you're going to die!” The display of truths unsettled Bek, the alicorn's deduction skills were impressive, she now understood why the solar bitch had chosen her. “Yeah...so what?” replied Bek listlessly. “So what!!!” began Twilight increasingly upset ”You won't accomplish anything with that, you'll get your death but you won't accomplish anything, nothing that will help the rest of Equestria...” The alicorn's words piqued Bek's interest, he wanted to know what she was getting at. “If you die no one can ever know what happened, no one can ever know the truth!” The unicorn's expression finally changed, her features relaxed and Twilight could see a genuine gleam of hope in her eyes. “If it's all true then...” continued Twilight ”Then everyone deserves to know...” Bek couldn't believe it, truly her pathetic attempt to tell the truth had worked, the princess of friendship herself had believed her and was now sticking up for her, the mare felt her heart shrink feeling a great and liberating relief, finally, after a long time, she was not alone. “Okay...” said Bek finally, taking a couple of steps back and sitting down on the floor. At that moment the others came over, rolling over to the pony and joining Twilight. “So is she going to help us?” Applejack asked Twilight. “Yes” Bek answered quickly ”If they truly believe my story, then I will do everything in my power to help them reveal the to the whole world...” Bek looked at the ground thoughtfully. “So now we have a super pony on our team?!!!! twenty percent cooler no doubt!!!” exclaimed Rainbow as she flew back and forth causing Twilight to remember that the unicorn was badly injured. “Oh for Celestia's sake, we must get you somewhere to treat your injuries...” she began to say worriedly. The mare frowned slightly at the mention of the name but restrained herself as she understood the idiom. “It's not necessary” Bek said as he stood up again. “But, you have a lot of injuries, they need to be treated or you could die...” “I always heal” he said in a nonchalant manner before turning and heading back in the direction of the wagon. At this they all looked at each other again thinking about what to do next. “Still ahem...” began Rarity ”You obviously need to rest, you need to be taken somewhere safe so you can get properly...just think of a suitable place...” They were all silent for another moment until Twilight finally spoke with resolution. “I think I already have the perfect spot...” they all looked at her curiously before Bek interrupted once more. “That's great but...” the mare stretched making some of her bones thunder ”If you don't mind and before we go...” Bek looked at the crystal clear water of the river before finishing “I'd like to take a swim...”.

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Sad,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Human Nature and Friendship

Amidst cosmic whispers, two worlds collide, seeking unity in the vastness of space and time.

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<p>On the vast stage of the cosmos, an extraordinary tale quietly begins. Here, starlight is no longer just distant points of light, but threads of destiny weaving, leading two starkly different worlds towards an unknown entanglement.</p><p>In a distant galaxy, the 3014th fleet navigates the profound expanse of space, bearing the last hope for human survival. Major Zheng Guofei, a commander seasoned by countless battles, stands at the vanguard of the fleet; his gaze pierces through nebulae, gazing upon a planet that might become a new home. They have not come to conquer, but to seek a shared future.</p><p>At the same time, the inhabitants of another world—beings of magic—are also gazing upon the same starry sky. Their lives are filled with harmony and order, but a sudden disturbance ripples through their tranquil existence. Among them, a sage, with profound insight and keen perception of the unknown, begins to explore the secrets behind this fluctuation.</p><p>The convergence of these two worlds is not only a collision of civilizations but also a touch of souls. In this unknown universe, every choice may become a turning point in history. Major Zheng and the sage seem to be drawn by some mysterious force, guiding them toward a common goal.</p>

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1. Human Nature and Friendship [First Polishing Progress: 5/18] Has Been Suspended Preface: This is my first work,. It mainly highlights the practicality of friendship within the human community through conflicts between ponies and humans. Why do people often say "friendships are like ships, easily shipwrecked"? There is a specific reason for this. It is partly due to human nature, and partly due to the way people act. The latter is a subjective conjecture. Mr. Carnegie has mentioned many ways of dealing with people in his book "How to Win Friends and Influence People," and the ponies are a good reference. Their unity and friendship can help them escape from danger and forgive each other, which is just the main part I want to express. Whether the details and the behavior of the protagonist are a reflection of some of us? Zheng Guofei is the first executive officer of the 3014th fleet. In the fleet, he is the most loyal comrade-in-arms, and on the battlefield, he is the most reliable commander. He earned this through his own efforts, with his own abilities, just like many outstanding generals, he has been given important tasks. On January 1, 2300, the president summoned him for a conversation. He came to the capital, where the president sat on a leather chair with a stack of documents in front of him. Major Zheng walked over, "Sit down," then saluted and sat down slowly. "Major Zheng, I have some major news here." Then, the president's bodyguard closed the capital's door, and he immediately sat up straight. "Do you know the original intention of establishing your fleet?" Zheng Guofei understood in his heart that what the president was about to say was very important, and he needed to show the absolute seriousness of a soldier. "The world needs us, and peace and development need us!" "Good! Very confident! But now, I will tell you the truth." The president raised his hand, and a string window {a floating computer window in the air} popped up in the air, starting to play a video. In the video, the director of the Global Scientific Research Council was holding a report tightly in his hand, with a worried look on his face: "Comrade, no matter who you are, as long as you have seen this video, our situation is already critical, but this is for the entire human civilization. You in this generation still have a lot of time to make up for it. Now I will tell you what terrible things have happened." Then he took out a document with the title "3014th Fleet Space-Time Agreement" on it. "Our research department has detected that there is a four-dimensional creature not from our universe that is in contact with a black hole with a mass of 100 billion times that of the sun at the center of the cosmic explosion, causing it to undergo a qualitative change and form a particle-like life form, which is now floating in the universe and will invade the solar system in two centuries. According to current observations, this particle has a characteristic of extremely strong attraction to the outside world. To put it simply, it feeds on electrons and gravity, and the objects it comes into contact with will become scattered sand. Now, future envoys, our advance fleet in another universe has established a through node, where there is an environment very similar to that of Earth, and you can explore first and prepare for landing. I am waiting for you in the new home." The video ends. The president sighed, propped himself up with his hand, "Get ready to leave, envoy, prepare things, and your 2000 elite crew members. Tomorrow, I will wait for you at the research base." Zheng Guofei nodded, "Please." Equestria – Crystal Castle "Twilight, let's go! There's a picnic this afternoon!" "You go ahead! Spike, I need to figure out what's going on with those clusters of meteors in the sky recently." After that, he set up the telescope and looked at the disc-shaped object in the sky not long ago, wondering to himself: What exactly is that thing... "Twilight, let's go!" At this time, Rainbow Dash rushed in and bumped into Twilight. "What are you doing?" Twilight said while rubbing her head, "Hehe, I'm sorry, but you have to hurry up, Fluttershy has already prepared the food." "Okay, okay, I'll go with you now." "Okay! Then come with me quickly." Then they flapped their wings and flew to the outskirts of Ponyville. Upon arriving at the destination, all the other ponies were there, just waiting for Twilight. Rarity complained, "I say Twilight, what have you been studying recently, making you late for the picnic?" Twilight said with worry: "It's like this, ever since five days ago, Princess Luna sensed a powerful temporal fluctuation next to the moon where she rose, and then there were concentrated meteors and that flashing disc thing at night. Princess Celestia is very worried that this might be another enemy, so she asked me to find out about this matter in my spare time from studying." "But, dear, since that day, all we have seen is you studying this matter." Applejack said. "Ahahaha, this" Twilight laughed awkwardly, "I'm addicted." "Anyway, we still hope you can take some time to relax." Fluttershy said softly, "Just like!" Suddenly, Pinkie Pie jumped out, "Put cream frosting on the grass and then plant strawberry ice cream!!!!" After that, the ponies echoed with laughter. "Good luck, Major Zheng." The president smiled, then he stepped back to the warning line. All the officers and soldiers on the ship stood at attention and saluted him a standard farewell ceremony, their eyes full of depth. On the way, a soldier asked the major, "Brother, what do you think the world on the other side is like?" Major Zheng smiled and looked at him, "Of course, it's better than this. Our fate with all of humanity is tied together. Come on, accompany your brother, call a few friends to have a drink tonight!" "Okay!" Then the soldier ran away like a child. "Hey, Major Zheng, is this your brother?" A green-uniformed official came over. "No, I adopted him in the Mars campaign. Look at him, he's quite stubborn, a good soldier." He raised his head, "Otherwise, you can come tonight too?" "I've been waiting for you to say that!" "You have it, Yong'an." In the evening, everyone in the fleet restaurant was drinking and chatting, "You say, Director Lan, what do you think the world over there is like?" "What can I say, it's a paradise!" The soldiers laughed, and then Zheng Guofei said, "I say, we are together today, but it's fate. Come on, to friendship!" A few young men stood up, "Come on! To you!" "Major Zheng! To you!" In the early morning, Zheng Guofei lay in bed, holding a photo of his wife in his hand, and muttered to himself: He Bing, wait for me to come back. Ponyville-------- "Twilight! Twilight! Look at the sky!" Twilight Sparkle heard the screams outside and immediately ran out of the house. Seeing that, next to the moon, a huge spatial fluctuation was surging. "Spike!" "Yes!" "Report to the princesses immediately!" "Okay!" Just as he was writing a note, the fluctuation in the air suddenly stopped. All the dragons and horses were stunned. Suddenly, a huge bow appeared in front of the moon, blocking half of the moon. All the horses in Ponyville were awakened by the continuous exclamations outside and got up one after another to watch the excitement outside. However, this ship-like object did not make any movement after that, and the little horses dispersed. However, now, Twilight Sparkle and his friends are on edge, on the way to Canterlot. "We have received an urgent telegram from the princess, and the princesses already know about this!" Twilight said, "I hope... I hope this matter will not be too bad." Fluttershy hid under a pillow on the train, shivering with fear. Applejack came forward to comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." "You say," Rarity came over in a nightgown from the corridor, "these guys are really not gentlemen, do they know that it's very impolite to disturb others' sleep in the middle of the night, especially my beauty sleep!" "Well, girls, I believe that Princess Celestia will handle this matter, right?" They still nodded with worry. "Okay, then let's not discuss it, let's talk about it when we get to Canterlot." The next day, the group rushed into the throne room. "Princess, we received your letter. What exactly is that thing in the sky?" "My sister and I are also uncertain. We have dispatched garrison troops to various cities to guard against potential attacks. Before that, I want you to protect the Elements of Harmony; they are our last line of defense," said Princess Celestia with concern. "Of course, Princess," Twilight Sparkle assured. "Wow! Look, brother!" Zheng Lin called out to his brother, pointing outside. "Indeed, this planet is truly beautiful. It seems the advance team has arrived earlier than us to enjoy its splendors," Major Zheng complimented, then he opened a string window to contact the command room. "Old Wang, the advance team arrived first, right? Have them provide specific information about this planet." "Well... Major Zheng, that's what I wanted to tell you. Apart from the gas data and terrain, we can't grasp any other information about this planet," came the response. "What's going on?" Zheng Guofei furrowed his brows. "This star is different from ours; it's surrounded by an unusually thick layer of electromagnetic waves. By the way, I've informed the marshal, I'll be waiting for you at the space station. Be careful when you land." "Understood, thanks," he closed the string window, then opened the channel for an all-hands call: "All crew members of the Alpha 3014-13 fleet, listen up! Pack up! Prepare to enter the landing craft! We are about to embark on a new era for humanity!" --- 2. Human Nature and Friendship [II] Where Should the Future Head? The preparatory alarm sounded, and the ship's crew was filled with the irritating scream. "Remember! You will be the first brave warriors to set foot on this fertile land!" Major Zheng shouted, "After landing, do not act rashly. Team leaders, find your team members, and gather after we establish contact!" "Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison. The landing began, with landing craft departing one after another, the ship's surroundings began to evacuate the vacuum, and red warning lights started flashing. Suddenly, the loudspeaker on top of the landing craft sounded. "Hello? Hello hello? Can you hear me? This is the Vesta Control Center, please turn on the spotlights for all landing craft, thank you, and good luck." Equestria—————— "Your Highness! There's a new situation!" Rainbow Dash rushed in from outside. "What's going on?" Princess Celestia frowned in concern. "Those stars in the sky, some of them are starting to fall!" "Let me go see first!" Twilight said, then ran out of the city gate with Rainbow Dash. They saw that the stars gradually dispersed, no, they were getting closer and closer to their direction! They hurried back to the throne room, "Your Highness! We must evacuate the ponies in the capital city immediately, those stars are falling towards us!" Rainbow Dash said urgently. "Luna, you go and evacuate the residents of the West City District," "Yes, sister." Then she looked at Rainbow Dash and Twilight, "Rainbow Dash, you should have no problem evacuating the residents of the rest of the city, right?" "As you command, Your Highness!" Then she rushed out like lightning. "Twilight, you go and gather your friends, wait for you in the throne room after Rainbow Dash has notified everyone," Twilight asked after hearing this, "Princess, what about you..." "I will meet them." About to land on the ground, Zheng Guofei looked out of the window with a heavy face and asked, "Vesta?" "Here" "Is the landing craft formation intact?" "According to the calculation, there will be no problems, you will land in the No.1 plain." "But, there are creatures that have arrived before us." He looked at the castle and medieval-like buildings below. "Oh, really? This factor was really unexpected, then do you need to change the landing site?" "It's okay, I can also take a look at what kind of creatures they are." "Okay, good luck." Then, he turned to the soldiers and shouted, "Pick up your weapons! Don't load the bullets yet, 10 seconds to the ground!" ...... Ten seconds later, a strong recoil hit, and all the soldiers held their breath, quietly listening to the joyful impact sound. At this time, Major Zheng's prompter made a sound: "Ten landing craft have landed safely! Open the hatch" The sound of exhaust came from the door, followed by the friction of heavy metal, and then a soft light of the rising sun shone into the cabin. When the hatch was completely opened, an extremely beautiful scenery appeared in front of them: the winding mountain road, the flowing stream, and the rugged terrain, the sky was extremely brilliant under the sun. All the soldiers couldn't help but exclaim "Wow". In this lush green grass, there were ten iron boxes full of metallic luster and technological sense, which were out of place with the local style painting. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, and all the officers and soldiers were on alert. "Everyone hold your weapons! Team leaders are responsible for their own formations!" Zheng Guofei shouted. Then, a golden-armored army appeared from the trembling place. Zheng Guofei was shocked in his heart: It's over, didn't we touch the other party's foundation? When he looked again, he couldn't help but doubt: Why are they all horses? A bunch of mounts, where are the intelligent creatures here? No, looking at this momentum, these horses are not easy to provoke, it's better to be vigilant. He took the electromagnetic gun and went forward, waving to the white horse at the head. Seeing the white horse raise its head, he walked a few steps forward. The white horse was shocked when she saw him: What? Humans? How could they come here? Then she said, "I am the princess of Equestria, may I ask what is the purpose of your coming?" Zheng Guofei was even more alert after hearing this: It can also speak, and it roars so loudly. Then Major Zheng first indicated that they were not hostile and held the flag of the United Nations in his hand, waving it very high. The white horse seemed to understand what it meant, after all, seeing Zheng Guofei gesturing for a long time. She nodded, then led the army and 2000 human warriors to the central city. --- 3. Human Nature and Friendship [III] Negotiation Concludes Major Zheng followed, thinking in his heart, are the real intelligent creatures in this place these things that look like horses? When he arrived at the central city, a stone pillar gate with a golden frame came over from the other end of the arch bridge. "Everyone, put down the guns!" He commanded. "Yes!" With a clatter, the guns of the 2000 soldiers collided with their mechanical armor, making a crisp sound. Arriving at the palace gate, Princess Celestia turned around and said in her loud voice, "Let your followers retreat." This time, Zheng Guofei finally understood what she said, it turned out to be English. The soldiers who were standing close also heard it clearly, and they couldn't help but laugh when they heard the white horse calling them followers. "Is what I said so funny?" Princess Celestia became serious, and the warriors immediately shut their mouths. "Well, all team leaders lead the team members to wait outside." This time, Major Zheng used English, and Princess Celestia nodded, indicating for Zheng Guofei to follow her. In the throne room, Princess Celestia turned to him and officially asked, "Why have you come?" "Sorry, can you speak in plain language?" "Oh, I thought you could understand. Well, go ahead." Princess Celestia sat on the throne, "Our universe's star system security has been seriously threatened, you may not understand, but we have found that the best place for home construction is here." "So, you are here to seek help?" Seeing that the euphemistic approach was not working, Zheng Guofei could only be straightforward. "No, we are here to colonize." "Why did you choose here, Equestria can't accommodate you." "Is this planet called Equestria?" "No, it is the country led by my sister and me." Talking about this, Zheng Guofei roughly understood the specific situation of this place. In fact, on his way here, the medieval buildings, backward weapons, and the throne symbolizing feudal centralization authority reflected almost the same. Zheng Guofei continued to ask about the country's culture, military, politics, and other aspects. Some of them were avoided by Princess Celestia. Suddenly, six little horses rushed in, accompanied by a group of footsteps. "Princess! How did those humans outside come?" The leading purple horse asked first, "They didn't let us in, and we almost had a fight." A blue flying horse held her hooves on her chest and was indignant. "Oh? They call you Princess?" Princess Celestia laughed awkwardly. Then the soldiers rushed in with guns, surrounding the creatures including Zheng Guofei. " What's going on? Put down your guns!" Major Zheng stood firm and said, "Major Zheng, those monsters just attacked us!" Major Zheng glanced at Princess Celestia, who was also at a loss, and stepped forward to ask, "Were your people, I mean, your horses, acting appropriately?" One of the captains lowered his gun, approached Major Zheng, stood at attention, and reported in a forceful tone, "Report to the colonel! Our troops were just attacked by these six creatures! Fifteen soldiers were lost..." "Actually, I advised Rainbow Dash not to do this," Fluttershy said softly inside, "Then why didn't you stop her?" Twilight Sparkle said through gritted teeth, "Now everything is about to be over! I even used a laser! The burns are not just these!" "Rainbow said that these humans were imprisoning the princess and were worried about the princess being in danger." "...Without authorization to use weapons, our troops could not effectively resist and were only authorized after an emergency permit from the Vesta Center!" After finishing, Major Zheng frowned and turned to face Princess Celestia, "This one, Princess." Princess Celestia was calm, with a very bad premonition, but "Do you think your people, no, it should be horses, acted normally?" Princess Celestia folded her wings and said solemnly, "I deeply apologize for their actions, but I hope we can coexist peacefully in the future." "Colonel!!!!" Then a roar came from the entrance of the throne room, and 15 bloody people were dragged in, two of them were already dead, five were on the brink of death, and the others had extensive burns. After seeing this, Princess Celestia's heart sank more and more, because what she least wanted to happen was about to happen. "Both from a humanitarian and legal standpoint, your race has seriously harmed us and launched an attack on us." "I am very sorry for this, I believe that my students and their friends did not do it on purpose." Princess Celestia was trying her best to salvage the situation. "Oh? Is that purple leader your student? Then it seems you need to learn how to be a good teacher." "She's a great teacher!" Twilight retorted indignantly, "Yes! And that teacher's student also helped me pass the Lightning Flyer team's exam!" Rainbow also stepped forward to confront. "Okay, that's enough now!" Princess Celestia showed an unprecedented sense of authority. But Major Zheng's eyes were still so firm, which made Princess Celestia admire him, but she still had to face the facts. "Are you done with the rhetoric? Even if I don't agree with this, the command center seems to, just wait and see how we solve the problem." Then he turned to the remaining 1985 soldiers, and the soldiers quickly stood upright, and a neat sound of feet closing came from the throne room, which was uplifting. "I feel extremely regretful for the two deceased soldiers. Although I don't know if the concept of death exists in this new home, I can be sure that it happened in front of us just half an hour ago!" Twilight was getting more and more anxious in the middle, and finally, she pleaded to Major Zheng with a crying tone, "No! It's not like this! Please don't..." But Major Zheng didn't stop, and her friends were desperately holding her back. "...Next, we will seek justice for our fallen comrades! All soldiers, listen to the order!" "Here!" "Withdraw from the enemy camp and gather towards the landing craft, seek support!" "Yes!" Neat footsteps hurriedly left the palace. After all the soldiers had left, Major Zheng saluted Princess Celestia, and when he walked out of the palace, he finally asked her, "Do you know the law of the dark forest?" "I don't know yet." Major Zheng shook his head with a smile, feeling that this is indeed an immature infant civilization, but they have given civilization to the years. After Major Zheng left, Twilight Sparkle was heartbroken because the cause of the whole thing was light in Rainbow Dash and heavy in herself. She walked to the colorful window in front of her and silently shed tears. Fluttershy and Rarity came forward to comfort her, "It's okay, Twilight, what if they are just bluffing?" "No, this is all my fault, I'm not suitable to be a princess at all." Princess Celestia came to Twilight and lifted her face with her hoof, saying, "We all have a responsibility for the whole thing, including the humans who just left, they may not be without fault." Then she helped Twilight up, "Now, it's an important time for you to show your princess's talent." "Or use the Elements of Harmony?" Rainbow Dash asked. Princess Celestia's eyes gradually became heavy, "I think this will be a more difficult war than any previous one, and there is hope for peace talks, but it depends on human nature, this hope is really slim." She turned to face the six possessors of the Elements of Harmony and said solemnly, "The brave ones of Equestria, it's your turn next." "Okay, don't be depressed, think about what to do next." Fluttershy said to Twilight. "I think the whole of Equestria needs to know what happened here today." --- 4. Human Nature and Friendship [IV] Hope Gasps for Breath "Set up the camp first, where is the drinking water and compressed food that was brought down from the car?" "Who went to the radio station, the electromagnetic wave fluctuations here are too abnormal!" Near the landing craft, Major Zheng was trying to contact the Vesta Center, "Have you found the fluctuation pattern?" Charles fiddled with the antenna and turned his head, saying, "Still performing recursive calculations, it depends on the performance of our computer." Major Zheng closed the string window and looked into the distance at the Canterlot city, "Charles, come here!" Charles put down the antenna and hurriedly stood in front of Major Zheng, "What are the instructions?" "Take out a pen and paper, let's record the situation here first." "Yes!" "Now let's think about what you saw along the way." "Castles... and buildings similar to Gothic and Victorian styles." "That's right, this can only indicate that they may still be in the most primitive period of feudal farming, but did you see anything in the shops?" "Hair ironing machines and light bulbs, there are also trains on the railway." "Okay, these things had not been invented in our era, and the technological level of this civilization has not completely lagged behind. In addition, the biological entities have an inseparable relationship with the electromagnetic wave fluctuations on this planet." "Oh? How did you figure that out?" "Do you remember how they attacked our soldiers?" Then Major Zheng pulled up a video. "This was recorded by our soldier's combat video recorder." In the video, Rainbow Dash dove down from the sky with a rainbow sonic boom, and Twilight and the other four horses teleported to the middle of the soldiers, their horns began to emit lasers to the nearby area. "How did they do that?" "This is still unknown, but it reminds me of a mythical creature." "A unicorn, right." "Yes, but the myth does not say that they can emit lasers..." Suddenly, a soldier at the radio station shouted, "Major! The fluctuation trajectory has been deciphered!" Major Zheng hurriedly ran over after hearing this and propped up the screen, "Hello, is that Vesta?" "Oh! Thank God you are still alive! How is the ground?" "Well, it's not very good, take a look at the records I sent you." The other side was silent for 15 minutes, and then there was a fierce discussion. "Why is it so noisy there?" "Major Zheng, nearly half of the officials of the United Nations are here. They are discussing whether to continue the immigration plan based on the information you just sent to Vesta. But for now, most people still support it." "Okay, can you connect me to the secretary-general?" "No problem." Then there was a series of footsteps, and two people whispered to each other for more than ten seconds, and then a capable and seasoned voice came from the other end. "Hello, Colonel Zheng Guofei, I am the Secretary-General of the United Nations. According to the voting results just now in the Vesta Hall, all five permanent members voted in favor of colonizing that planet. However, judging from the records you just sent to Vesta, the creatures there do indeed have a strong offensiveness. We approve of your use of countermeasures, and the ship 3014-16 has set sail from the port and is expected to arrive at your temporary camp in five minutes." "Thank you, take care." The radio was hung up, and Charles came forward and asked, "Major Zheng, how is the situation?" "You go and inform the soldiers to make room for our cruiser." Canterlot West District--------- Twilight dressed up and took a deep breath, looking worriedly at her friends behind her, "Do you think it will be successful?" "Believe me, you will be the best princess in the whole of Equestria." Rainbow Dash stepped forward, her face full of affirmation for her, "Yes "Believe me, you will be the best princess in all of Equestria," Rainbow Dash stepped forward, her face full of affirmation for Twilight. "Yes, my dear, go ahead, we'll be waiting for you here," Fluttershy said softly, encouraging her. With tears in her eyes and a smile, Twilight replied, "Thank you." She strode forward, fully aware of the potential consequences of her actions—perhaps endless turmoil, perhaps the support of the masses, but she felt more inclined towards the former. She took a deep breath and moved forward. A ray of dawn light shone in through the window of the landing craft, sliding across the lake surface and onto the resting soldiers. The lush green grass swayed, occasionally displaying the beauty of this land. "Children, wake up!" Major Zheng's command called all the soldiers back from their dreams to reality. The soldiers immediately got up and began to tidy their bedding. Five minutes later, everyone was led by their team leaders to gather in front of the landing craft. "Remember! Today is an important day for both us and those creatures living in the castle!" he said, every word firm and decisive. "Yesterday, we received notice that the Vesta Center will send a cruiser to land on this planet to form a stable signal connection with the control room, ensuring our smooth immigration," Major Zheng paced back and forth in front of all the team leaders, scrutinizing their gazes. "I don't want to incite hatred; this is a formal meeting. Of course, it shouldn't have happened under normal circumstances, especially after they harmed 15 of us. The UN Special Envoy—Jieruo Ke is on the ship, and his son was among those 15 people," he paused, then turned to face the shining city, bathed in the splendor of the sunlight. "For us who have been here for a while, we certainly don't want to turn the most beautiful land on this planet into ashes, but it all depends on Jieruo Ke and the envoy team's final decision," he returned to the center of all the landing crafts, speaking in a sacred and inviolable tone to all the officers and soldiers, "Hold your guns, check your equipment, and prepare to welcome the mission." After an hour of long waiting, a black trace appeared in the distant sky. Then that trace grew larger and larger. The shadow covered the entire Canterlot, passing down the sound waves of the curvature engine, stirring the branches and twigs at the edge of the endless forest; the river water was scattered by the wind, on the other side at the end of the forest... "Fluttershy, run quickly, they're coming!" Rainbow Dash shouted anxiously, still hastily helping Fluttershy pack up things. "No, there are those little animals in the forest, I have to go and call them!" "It's too dangerous, you will lose your life!" Rainbow Dash desperately pulled Fluttershy back, "Fluttershy, you have to think, the animals also have their own way of dealing with it, they have always lived in the forest." Twilight Sparkle persuaded on the side, "Yes, it is because they live in the forest that I have to go and save them!" "No, Fluttershy, look." Rarity pointed to the distant direction with her hoof: the huge object stopped at the edge of the endless forest, its accuracy was no less than the precision of the handmade sleeve that Ray Ray sewed, just a little bit off. Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Twilight, there is a letter from the princess here, asking you to hurry back to the central city immediately!" Spike rushed over with a letter in his hand, "Hurry up! Everyone follow me!" Before Rainbow Dash and the others could react, Twilight picked up Spike and hurried towards the central city. After a long journey, the grass along the way had become a fleeting shadow. Finally, the city gate was suddenly opened. The princess was actually waiting for them at the city gate, and when she saw them coming, she immediately greeted them, "Great, Twilight, you're finally here. I have something very urgent to tell you now." "What is it, Princess? Is it still about those humans?" "I'm afraid so, and this time the humans have sent their diplomat, so" she turned her gaze to Twilight, filled with worry, but it seemed hopeful, "I need you and your friends to do the diplomatic connection work." "What? Us?!" Except for Twilight, the other five ponies exclaimed in unison. Then they all turned to look at the pensive pony, whose face showed a gravity she had never had before. "I know it's a bit difficult for you, after all, you hurt their race last time, but I believe as long as you can communicate well, this matter will eventually be resolved," Princess Celestia said earnestly. "Well, okay, Princess. We will definitely complete the task," Twilight nodded. "Then hurry up, the place is at the previous human camp." "Okay, alright." The other five ponies saw Twilight like this and were very worried, but they all followed her pace. All the way, Twilight Sparkle was silent, and Fluttershy went up and asked, "Twilight, are you okay?" Suddenly, Twilight Sparkle turned around and shouted at them, "No, I'm not good, everything is terrible!" They had never seen Twilight so excited, and all the horses fell silent. "I harmed you... Now you have to go with me to take the blame..." "No, it's not like that." "It is! You know the final result of negotiating with them! The final result is only one..." After saying this, she began to sob and couldn't speak, her friends all followed behind her worriedly, as if the Elements of Harmony they wore were no longer shining... --- 6. Human Nature and Friendship [VI] The Throne Agreement: Public Court Reconciliation In front of the ponies was a towering high wall. The airwaves from the curvature navigation at the tail had not completely dissipated. An unnamed wind was blowing around, showing fairness and seriousness, which made them shiver. Facing them was a very neat rectangular frame door, and at this time, a series of footsteps were coming from the distance. Twilight took a deep breath, spread her wings, and walked forward calmly. "Twilight! Come back quickly!" "Yes! Who knows what will happen inside!" Friends behind her shouted at Twilight in a low voice with all their strength. But she did not stop and walked forward persistently. Seeing her like this, her friends were also uncertain, and they followed her worriedly. "May I ask your name?" "Twilight Sparkle" The other five ponies looked puzzledly around, but more were scared and uneasy. "I am the person in charge of this meeting, the ambassadors and officials are waiting for you inside." The inner door slowly opened, revealing a solemn atmosphere. A white light came, breaking through the barrier, and presented in front of the ponies was a spacious hall, with rows of neat white tables, and behind the tables were figures in suits and leather shoes, with different English signs in front of them. There was a gold-plated emblem on the back wall, with a blue and white background. "Princess Twilight Sparkle, please sit in the middle of the hall." This voice came from the old man sitting in the center of the highest row of seats. "Wait a minute, what about the other five?" "Like me, we lead Equestria together." "There are no more empty seats in the meeting hall, I'm sorry." The old man's eyes were tight, reflecting a sharpness. "Mr. Jie, we still have seats, please let these young ladies sit with us." The old man raised his eyes to the source of the sound, which came from the intersection of the Chinese representative and the fleet representative seats. "Yes." Major Zheng pointed to the back five seats. When the ponies saw Major Zheng, they became more firm in their guess of the negotiation results. "Don't be nervous, it's just a negotiation." Five minutes later - the negotiation began The old man took a deep breath and asked the first question he wanted to ask most, "Princess Twilight Sparkle, please explain what you think the nature of this negotiation is?" Twilight frowned and said, "A meeting between our two races regarding the issue of harmonious coexistence." The old man chuckled in his heart, "Don't you really know the reason for the meeting?" "I apologize to you sincerely..." "Stop your behavior, this is the United Nations, not an apology field." Speaking of this, people present began to discuss, and many representatives of countries cast their gazes on the old man. "Remember, here, human rights and sovereignty coexist." Obviously, the old man did not accept this so-called solemn apology. In his eyes, at least for now, only his son was there. "UN Special Envoy, I would like to remind you to pay attention to your emotional bias." The Chinese representative spoke, "When others apologize, we should hold a fair and open concept, after all, among those 15 people, not necessarily only one person died." Then the old man turned his sharp gaze to the Chinese seat, "Cough, thank you for the Chinese representative's reminder." Twilight was sitting in the seat, not knowing what to do since her apology was rejected. She had never conducted a meeting in such a serious manner, but she still cast a grateful glance towards the Chinese delegation, hoping to receive a concerned look. However, the representative in that seat remained stern and did not look up. Beside her, Zheng Guofei saw the solemn expression of his country's representative and did not say much. They were all about safeguarding national sovereignty and promoting global interests. It should be known that the seat of the five permanent members was hard-earned. Yunbao couldn't bear it in the back seat, patted the shoulder of the representative in front, and asked, "Hello, sir." The representative ignored her. Zheng Lin, who was sitting next to Zheng Guofei, hurriedly stopped Yunbao, "Don't move, we are in a meeting now." Yunbao had to shrink back sulkily. "Before the negotiation begins, the Vesta Center has issued a preliminary determination resolution. We will implement a peaceful foreign policy towards you. This negotiation is based on this resolution. However, the United Nations cannot deny your crimes, and the waves you have stirred up still exist in human society. Now, the final resolution is announced as follows:" The clerk opened the laptop, the officials opened the string window, and the soldiers turned on the voice recorder. Twilight remained silent, sitting there, having become much stronger after experiencing the tragedy of 15 people. She understood a truth about dealing with humans in this world - silence is golden. "For the alien Equestria Empire, we adopt mutual respect for sovereignty and territorial integrity, non-aggression, non-interference in internal affairs, and equality and mutual benefit. Due to the special unilateral situation, to ensure the continuation of human civilization, both parties need to sign the colonial agreement before the first recognized immigration can be carried out." After speaking, a document was placed in front of Twilight. She knew that what she was facing now was not a war with humans, but the pressure from the citizens of the entire pony country, as well as the worry about the future of harmonious coexistence between ponies and humans... These two forces were colliding in her heart, constantly impacting the hard-won peace. Her friends were staring at her tightly, wanting her to grasp this hard-won peace, they thought this had made Twilight bear too much. Finally, she picked up the pen... The tip of the pen made the most cautious considerations on the paper, of course, this was her own. When she raised her head, there was a thunderous applause in the hall.

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Sad,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Human Nature and Friendship

Amidst cosmic whispers, two worlds collide, seeking unity in the vastness of space and time.

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<p>On the vast stage of the cosmos, an extraordinary tale quietly begins. Here, starlight is no longer just distant points of light, but threads of destiny weaving, leading two starkly different worlds towards an unknown entanglement.</p><p>In a distant galaxy, the 3014th fleet navigates the profound expanse of space, bearing the last hope for human survival. Major Zheng Guofei, a commander seasoned by countless battles, stands at the vanguard of the fleet; his gaze pierces through nebulae, gazing upon a planet that might become a new home. They have not come to conquer, but to seek a shared future.</p><p>At the same time, the inhabitants of another world—beings of magic—are also gazing upon the same starry sky. Their lives are filled with harmony and order, but a sudden disturbance ripples through their tranquil existence. Among them, a sage, with profound insight and keen perception of the unknown, begins to explore the secrets behind this fluctuation.</p><p>The convergence of these two worlds is not only a collision of civilizations but also a touch of souls. In this unknown universe, every choice may become a turning point in history. Major Zheng and the sage seem to be drawn by some mysterious force, guiding them toward a common goal.</p>

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1.Chapter 2: Lost Dragon Tracks [This chapter contains original lyrics; music enthusiasts are encouraged to compose music～] They walked slowly towards the setting sun. Twilight Sparkle felt a bit better, but her eyes were still filled with melancholy. "Dear, is there something you want to say?" Rarity asked beside her. She turned her head, the gravity on her face lessened slightly, revealing the clarity in her eyes. After a while, she looked at the setting sun again, its radiance casting a fiery red glow across the clouds. "I do not know where the future lies, It feels as if my heart is empty, How should I face it? How should I go? In search of the best direction, I do not know where peace leads, Nor do I know where the world is headed, But I cannot let myself be carried away, Let obsession soar." Her friends approached, a faint smile appearing on their faces. The setting sun cast their faces like exquisite Ukiyo-e paintings. Chorus: "Ideals Encouragement We will not leave each other behind This experience will conclude with elegance Our friendship will last forever" Rainbow Dash: "Spread your wings Like thunder across the sky Causing ripples on the lake's surface" Rarity: "Put on your dancing shoes Dance the graceful waltz Raising a breeze on the lawn" Applejack: "Pull the hay Throw out the distance of dreams Under the fruit tree, shoulder the heavy burden of responsibility" Pinkie Pie: "Pick up the cupcake Bite off the most ideal piece in your heart Coating your tongue with cinnamon frosting" Fluttershy: "Get close to nature Embrace all the beauty in the world Feel every moment of touch" Chorus: "We will not be depressed We will not give up We will spread the flowers of friendship to every corner of the world We will spread the elements of harmony into the long river of history Spread into the long river of history!" They sang and laughed, walking slowly towards Ponyville. 3014 Fleet Main Government Hall — "Where is the ambassador?" Zheng Lin asked. "Gone, with his attitude, do you miss him? Don't forget, there's still a lot of mess to clean up in the colony." Major Zheng replied irritably. "Oh, alright... Hey, brother, what do you really think about these little ponies here?" He became curious, after all, Zheng Guofei has never told him his true thoughts about this fertile land. "Just... quite good, feels there's no problem at all, at least much better than those in the movies." "Alright, don't be perfunctory, what are you thinking inside? Don't you think I know?" "Ah..." Major Zheng sighed, turned to Zheng Lin, and looked straight at him, "Young man, maybe you really don't know. Ha." Zheng Lin felt very depressed after hearing this, but when he saw his face turn away again, he suddenly became excited: "Brother." "What?" "Can I go over there to take a look?" "Where? Be more specific." "Over there..." He pointed in the direction of Ponyville. "Oh? Just there? It's not even a village in our place. Besides, wouldn't the local residents panic when they see you?" "It's okay, I'll disguise myself, those horses who just had a meeting must have gone back to the capital, right?" "Well, I guess so." Major Zheng zipped up his backpack. "I knew you wanted to go and have a look." A bright smile appeared on his face, "I told Vesta, the first part of the Throne Agreement, Article 5: Ponies and humans should gradually get along well during this period of immigration, if their ruler has promulgated this decree, it's not a big deal for you to go." "Alright!" Zheng Lin was very happy, picked up his backpack and put it on. "Don't panic, take this." Major Zheng handed him a black regular octahedron, the surface was flawless, exuding a strong metallic texture, "This is the United Nations No. 8, it was left to me by my good friend Dr. Z during the Titan Battle, ask him if you encounter any difficulties." Zheng Lin put it into his backpack and then ran excitedly towards the main court door. At this time, Major Zheng's heart: Alas, he is really a child, old Z! Your child is quite difficult to manage, and you didn't even see him when he was born on the battlefield, and when you saw him, you had to say that I adopted him. Alas, if you hadn't left early... Ponyville, Crystal Castle — "Feathered Dragon? Are you home?" Twilight walked into the castle, and the only response was the echoing sound, "Feathered Dragon?" She walked into the library, which was also empty. Then her heart began to panic, and the whole afternoon, she had been searching the entire castle and asking about Feathered Dragon's whereabouts in Ponyville. The six horses were gathered together, and none of them knew where Feathered Dragon had gone. "Hey, right, Twilight." Rainbow Dash suddenly asked, "Didn't Feathered Dragon just start out with you?" "Oh, yes, but before leaving the Endless Forest, I asked him to come back and tidy up the castle, when you guys hadn't caught up yet." "Oh, where on earth has Feathered Dragon cutie gone..." Rarity lay on the map of friendship, helplessly grinding her hooves. "I have to say, something must have happened in the castle while we were away, right?" Fluttershy said softly on the side. "That's right, Fluttershy, I think so too..." "Ah!!!" Pinkie Pie popped out from behind Rainbow Dash, which scared her, "Hey! I said Pinkie Pie..." "Have you ever thought that some evil thing might have taken our dragon baby away? Right! Maybe those biscuits in my oven have become spirits, after all, when I went to see, they all disappeared too." She said with a puzzled head tilted. "Yes, who exactly is it... Anyway, we have to find Feathered Dragon back, we can't be without him..." Twilight turned around and took a slow breath, her eyes seemed to become moist, "I... can't do without him either..." 1.Chapter 2: [II] Under the Pact, Debates Still Necessary Zheng Lin followed the scent of flowers to Ponyville. He didn't expect such harmony in a place under the rule of a feudal monarchy. Of course, as a soldier from Earth, he still had the basic military literacy. In this small town, he acted very seriously, holding paper and pen in his hand, recording what he saw. According to his current observations, the abnormal electromagnetic waves of this planet are very important to the habits of these little horses, because he found that each horse can not only emit laser beams but also use the light emitted from their horns to lift any object to do what they want to do. However, after walking around the town center, no horse looked at him with unusual eyes, which also made him feel very comfortable. He thought that the ruler here issued the decree quite timely. "Hello, visitor from afar?" A pony wearing a black hat and a black jacket approached him. Zheng Lin felt that his voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat after being lowered a lot, "Are you new here?" "What? Do you want to get to know me?" Zheng Lin immediately became vigilant. He knew that the horses here have been emotionally volatile since the tragic incident involving 15 people, and they might do anything. "Don't panic, I'm just a wanderer who has been lurking in Ponyville for more than ten years, and today I finally met a newcomer..." Zheng Lin knew he was fake as soon as he heard this, after all, with his insight, he could still distinguish this, "Okay, stop pretending, show me your true identity, I believe Major Zheng will be very interested in your conversation with me." The horse heard Major Zheng and suddenly raised his head, but Zheng Lin couldn't see his whole face because he was wearing a mask. His eyes were also covered with a pair of sunglasses. But the black hat still couldn't cover her huge bow. "Enough, let me see the true face under your hypocritical surface." Suddenly, Zheng Lin pulled out a dagger from his backpack and slashed at the rope of his leather jacket. The action was so neat and neat that not a single fiber from the rope fell in the air. The horse staggered back a few steps, and the leather jacket slowly slid off her body. Then Zheng Lin's eyes widened - this so-called "wanderer" turned out to be three little mares in disguise. The little red-haired mare with a huge bow stood on the other two horses, one with white skin and one with dark brown skin. "Well, three cheats, I caught you on the spot, and the local public security organs will definitely be very interested in you." After saying that, he pretended to take notes. "Don't! We're still just kids!" The leading red-haired mare jumped down from the other two horses: "We're just curious about you, don't get me wrong." She took off the sunglasses and the huge hat on her head. "Ha, kids." After saying that, Zheng Lin turned around and left. "Hey, don't rush to go." The three little mares caught up again and blocked her in front, "What's the matter? Do you want to rob? I don't have any money on me." Zheng Lin said with a smile, not taking the three horses seriously at all, "Hey, stranger! If you continue to ignore us or be rude to us, I will call our sister, and they will definitely deal with you!" This sentence made him not only curious about them, "So you say your sister has a lot of power?" "What power?" They looked at each other. "In your society, the monarch rewards those who have made contributions to the people and ministers by giving them unique powers." "Oh, how could it be?" The pure white horse said, "They have made contributions, but I haven't heard of any special privileges given to them by Princess Celestia." Zheng Lin became alert when he heard the word Princess Celestia. Now he began to have some doubts about the sisters of these three guys, "Oh, as far as I know, Princess Celestia is the one you often talk about, right." The three little mares became excited again: "Of course, she is the supreme being in Equestria." This sentence completely aroused Zheng Lin's interest, "Oh, how to say it?" The three little mares smiled at each other, and the little mare with the bow came forward and sat down, "We have three alicorn princesses in Equestria, they are Princess Luna, Princess Cadence, and Princess Celestia..." Zheng Lin picked up his notebook and started to take notes crazily. He knew that what he was holding now was the first-hand information about this race, which must be rare for the entire fleet and even the United Nations. As the little mare was telling the story, Zheng Lin also asked many questions, all about the political system and military strength. Obviously, this kind of little mare did not know the seriousness of revealing these sensitive topics to the outside world, and she introduced in detail to Zheng Lin, which also made Zheng Lin more understand the level of science and culture of this race. For him, this trip was undoubtedly very fruitful. And in Twilight's Crystal Castle, a secret rescue plan was being formulated... "First, we need to deduce where in the castle Sui Long disappeared. From the outside, there is no sign of him passing by." Rarity analyzed carefully. "What if it was done by humans?" Applejack looked at Twilight suspiciously. "Maybe, maybe, according to their nature, they may not be good at this kind of thing. I have read a few fragments about human history and found that some of them do love peace, but some of them often have wars, and among them, the profession of assassins is inevitably produced." Twilight held a book in her hand and made records quickly. "You say assassins?!" Fluttershy exclaimed softly, which made all the horses present gasp. "No, I believe they have not reached this point." Although the stone in her heart had already fallen half, she was still worried. "I have an idea. If Sui Long was taken away by someone, he would definitely resist and spit out fire, and it is very likely that he would burn the assassin. Especially humans, they should not know Sui Long's way of fighting back and some physiological information, leaving some clues at the scene is inevitable." Rarity analyzed carefully, observing every corner of the castle hall, afraid to miss any useful clues." "Hey, everyone, look what I found!" Pinkie Pie bounced out of the corridor, "Pinkie Pie, why are you so idle? Don't you see that we are all looking for ways to get Sui Long back?" Rainbow Dash said with a tone of blame. "I say, Sui Long was sleeping at the time, and suddenly a dark shadow came in from the window, and he had no time to dodge and was caught by that dark shadow, still holding his dearest toy bear in his arms, look, it's all torn." After saying that, Pinkie Pie took out the torn toy bear from her hair. The other five horses immediately moved over when they heard the news, and Twilight used magic to take the toy bear and observed the tear in the toy bear carefully, "It seems that Sui Long has experienced a fierce struggle..." Suddenly, a black shiny memory card fell out of the plush inside the toy bear. "What is this?" The horses gathered around. The memory card fell to the ground, and then a three-dimensional projection was released from the inside of the card, slowly outlining a familiar trace... "It's the ambassador!" The other five horses exclaimed, but Twilight Sparkle looked at him silently, her eyes full of depression. The ambassador in the projection began to speak: "Hello, leader of the opposite empire, first of all, I am very sorry for my actions, but this is also forced. My son Childe was one of the two people who died in the 15-person tragedy, but I am not angry about your actions. What I feel more is regret for his experience. Today, if you have seen this projection, and if you want to find back this relative who may be very important to you, then please meet me privately at the first flag-raising ceremony of our country on January 26th, and we have our own issues to resolve separately. Remember, only you come." The video ended, and the horses fell into silence. They didn't expect the humans to do this, but they had to accept this fact. Twilight turned over the human era table with a heavy face, which read: January 26, 2300... "It's our tomorrow..." "Twilight, I think this kind of thing should be left to an experienced pony to handle; after all, we are not human," Applejack said worriedly beside her. She didn't say this only because Twilight's emotions were unstable, but also because ever since the humans arrived in Equestria, she hadn't seen Twilight smile again. "Applejack's right, perhaps you should do that," Rarity added, seeing Twilight's hesitation. She didn't want Twilight to get hurt anymore. "Alright, girls, it seems we have no choice but to trouble her." Twilight walked up to the map of friendship and opened the diary with a red and yellow sun imprinted on it. She wrote: "Dear Sunset Shimmer, Equestria has encountered some difficulties, and my friends and I need your help. You..." Twilight paused, frowning as she pondered for a while, seemingly making a significant decision. She continued writing: "You can bring your friends along, and don't forget the Elements of Harmony. Make sure to explain when you leave with Princess Celestia." Just as she finished writing, a golden stream of text gathered below the sentence: "Oh, alright, then when would it be convenient for me to come?" Twilight was delighted; she thought she would have to wait for a long time, "Right now, immediately, be quick." "Okay, Sunset has agreed," Twilight turned around and looked at her friends, "Now let's go to the basement to bring her up, oh no, it's them." The other five ponies looked puzzled at each other, then followed Twilight to the basement. They arrived in front of the mirror and waited quietly, with Twilight looking at the magic mirror and the other five ponies looking at Twilight. About seven minutes later, the surface of the magic mirror began to surge, and gradually, a yellow pony came out of the mirror. Her red and yellow mane was faintly glowing under the chandelier. Then, one by one, the other ponies followed. The five ponies present were astonished to see the ponies coming out of the magic mirror, with Pinkie Pie being particularly excited. She immediately ran towards another version of herself, and the other four also took an interest, greeting their other selves one by one. The human Twilight walked up to Twilight and joined Sunset Shimmer. "Alright, Twilight, we're here. What's the urgent matter?" "Well, I have to say that this matter is a bit complicated." Twilight then spent 15 minutes recounting to Sunset Shimmer the entire story of the humans arriving in Equestria. Sunset Shimmer was very surprised after hearing this, "You mean... humans came here on a starship?" "Yes, their weapons seem fancy, but we haven't seen them use them yet." "But in my world, humans are not like this, unless these humans originally belong here." "No, when I observed the disc in the sky, I detected temporal fluctuations. They might have migrated from a different timeline." "Oh, alright, that's not important. What's important is how you will deal with that United Nations ambassador tomorrow. Hey, do you know why they are raising the flag tomorrow?" "No, I don't know, but maybe I can show you that video." Twilight then handed the 3D projection memory card to Sunset Shimmer, and as soon as Sunset Shimmer took it, the video started playing again... "From my preliminary judgment, he should be a local from our place." "That's great! I just need an assistant to help me with this issue." "Hold on... Take a closer look at the document in front of him..." Sunset Shimmer put the memory card on the ground, and Twilight came forward to observe carefully. She saw clearly that the document was exquisitely printed with a few small gold characters: United Nations Flag-Lowering Mourning Procedure Book "What does this mean?" Twilight knew what mourning was, but she didn't know the specific nature and meaning of this document. "Twilight, in the human world, there is a world peace political organization composed of more than 140 countries. We call it the United Nations, which has five permanent members: China, the United States, France, the United Kingdom, and Russia. These five countries are the pillars of handling world peace affairs. Now, the United Nations, after a vote by the five permanent members, will lower their flag, which symbolizes the United Nations, by half to mourn for the two people you killed. If you and Princess Celestia do not attend tomorrow, the Throne Agreement you signed may also be scrapped. In my opinion, humans will not only turn their faces but may also stab you in the back." Twilight's hair stood on end when she heard this: humans... how terrifying this creature is... The other ten horses gathered around Twilight when they heard her muttering something. Seeing the horses around her, she didn't think as much as before. Since humans want to do this, she will also come to the dark side. She doesn't plan to tell her friends about the plan, except for Sunset Shimmer. In the evening, Twilight and Sunset Shimmer formulated a meticulous plan in the hall. The goal is very simple: to capture the ambassador alive. At first, Sunset Shimmer was quite opposed to this plan because it is not a beneficial decision for both parties. However, in front of the United Nations, the ponies must have their own bargaining chips. A battle for sovereignty is about to begin... --- 10. Chapter 2: [IV] Torch Action: Encounter and Melancholy "Are they here yet?" "Not yet, sir." A tall figure sat on a rattan chair, tapping his thigh with his left hand. "No problem, the people from the United Nations haven't arrived yet. Can everything be guaranteed to proceed as planned?" "Maybe, sir, but the scientists said..." The old voice suddenly became angry: "I don't care if they can calculate it or not. This matter is small for my interests, and big for human interests. We have always had sovereignty in the world. When we came to this planet, I not only lost my son but also had to share half of human sovereignty with them?" "Alright, you go back first. When they get into the warship, there will be a good show to watch," he said, getting up and heading towards the landing boat. Ponyville Center — "So this is the general situation here?" Zheng Lin was already satisfied, with a notebook full of notes. "Yes, that's right, more or less." Then Zheng Lin put away the notebook and put it in his backpack. "Hey, what are your names?" The three little mares looked at each other, then looked at Zheng Lin with innocent big eyes. "I'm Apple Lily, this is Sweet Baby and Eye-catching Lulu. The three of us are members of the Cute Army." Zheng Lin couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "What's so funny?" "Ah, no, nothing, I just think you're all very good. Speaking of which, where is your sister now?" The three little ones thought for a while, then they became lively again, "She should be in the Crystal Castle. Would you like me to take you to see her?" Although Zheng Lin's psychological defense line had not completely withdrawn, he thought about it carefully and followed them to the Crystal Castle. On the way, he took out his notebook again and carefully reviewed his previous notes. He was surprised that there was actually something called magic in this universe. Perhaps in the professional terms of the current warship science and technology department, scientists call this magic controllable mixed electromagnetic waves, but they have not yet found specific evidence to prove the specific use of this electromagnetic wave and the basis needed for the experiment. In short, humans dare not act rashly now. When he arrived at the edge of Ponyville, a huge crystal castle appeared in front of them. Zheng Lin wanted to laugh again because the castle really looked a bit like a certain international friendly gesture, but he finally held back out of respect for the owner of the castle. He pushed the door open, and the scene inside was even more astonishing to Zheng Lin. It was all made of crystal. The owner of the castle seemed to be like the Pharaoh of Egypt, with three powers in one body. Then, he followed the three little mares in. After not long, there was a bustling discussion coming from the meeting room on one side of the corridor. "Shh - the sisters are having a meeting," Apple Lily whispered, then pressed against the door and listened carefully. But her face became uglier and uglier, "What's wrong, Apple Lily, what did you hear?" Eye-catching Lulu asked, "No, I feel like I heard the voices of many horses, and some voices are the same as our sisters." Zheng Lin suddenly became interested, "Why not push the door and take a look, knock on the door." The other three horses hesitated for a while, and soon they nodded to each other and knocked on the door three times. "Who is it?" "It's us! The Cute Army!" Then the people and horses outside heard a commotion of hooves coming from the room, and soon it became silent. Then the door opened... The one who opened the door was Applejack. When she saw the Cute Army, she was relieved, but she immediately noticed the figure standing behind the three little mares, and she was very frightened and shouted, "It's a human...!" Zheng Lin saw that it was this horse and his eyes immediately became sharp. He pulled a cloth from his backpack and quickly stuffed it into her mouth. The Cute Army, seeing his violent reaction, was scared. Then, Twilight Sparkle rushed over upon hearing the noise. When she saw it was the person from the meeting, she couldn't help but get excited, "What are you doing here?! Human!" The other six horses hiding in the cabinet also came out one after another, seeing this man in a black and gray combat uniform with a special backpack on his shoulder. They also couldn't help frowning. Seeing the situation seemed unfavorable to him, Zheng Lin didn't hesitate at all, pulled out his sidearm, and hugged Applejack to his chest. He raised his left hand and pressed the gun firmly against Applejack's temple. All the horses held their breath at this moment, fearing any accidents. Applejack struggled in Zheng Lin's arms, and vaguely mumbled a few words: Run! Sunset Shimmer slowly approached Zheng Lin. She was very cautious now. She knew that if there was any inappropriate action now, he would let her good friend die. "Listen, sir," she probed the eyes of this warrior, seemingly more relaxed than before, "We don't mean to harm you. Please put down the gun, let's talk, okay?" Zheng Lin heard this and thought this horse was interesting, completely different from the other horses, not so impulsive. But when he pushed the door open, he saw ten pairs of identical horses inside, and he became alert again. "Don't panic, put down the gun in your hand first, let's talk slowly." Zheng Lin pondered for a while, released his right arm, and put down the gun. Applejack suddenly fell to the ground from the suffocating embrace, and the people of the evening saw it, and they and their friends gathered around, finally knowing she was unconscious and breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Lin put the gun on the table and crossed his legs, "Let me ask you first, how do you know this thing is a gun?" Sunset Shimmer hesitated for a moment, then told him about her own origin and the experiences of those horses that looked the same as the six horses. Zheng Lin's brows tightened after hearing this, but in his heart, he had already made plans. 1.Chapter 2: [V] Torch Action: Inside Stories "So you should have a good understanding of human society." Zheng Lin then looked at Sunset Shimmer in front of him with interest, "What are you discussing here?" Sunset Shimmer took a deep breath, but she was still very nervous because she didn't know what this human would think after hearing their plan? If he wanted to, he could report all the horses here to the human government department, and then they wouldn't even have a chance to explain, but she had to be honest, otherwise they might not even wait to finish speaking, and it would be another negotiation, and then humans would have 100% reason to send troops, "Your ambassador sent someone to take Sui Long." "What is Sui Long?" Sunset Shimmer was embarrassed for a moment, "Well, it's... Princess Twilight's brother." "So what does he want to do?" "We don't know for now, but according to what we know now, he is using Sui Long to threaten us to meet with him privately at the flag-lowering ceremony, and he specifically pointed out that only Princess Twilight can go." "Why not go, you should trust our people." "But they took away Sui Long, more importantly, one of the two soldiers who died in the 15-person tragedy is his son." Zheng Lin fell silent, knowing that the words of the Chinese representative at the meeting undoubtedly pointed out this point. More importantly, he was moved. "What are you going to do?" "Set an ambush." At this time, Sunset Shimmer looked worriedly at Twilight, and Twilight was pressing her eyebrows, looking out of the window. Zheng Lin didn't want to make plans for them; it was a personal grudge between the ruling class here and a person, and he didn't need to get involved, but his heart always couldn't help it. He stood up and walked towards the magic mirror. "Wait, what are you going to do..." Sunset Shimmer tried to stop Zheng Lin, but he still walked forward, "You said that behind this mirror is another world, but I don't know if it's true. If you come from the human world, then we can definitely go back in this way." "It's not like that!" Sunset Shimmer was anxious, and she didn't expect Zheng Lin to make such a move, but she didn't have a bottom in her heart, because humans in this time and space and humans in that time and space are two completely different stages of development. Zheng Lin walked in, a golden light emanated from where he touched, and then he disappeared in the mirror. The conference room was silent, Apple Lily walked to Twilight Sparkle, hung her head, and sat next to Twilight Sparkle, "I'm sorry, Princess Twilight, we shouldn't have brought him here..." Twilight sighed deeply, she had already accepted her fate, the harmonious and beautiful life in the past may be gone forever, "It's okay, they will always come..." At this time, a golden red light emerged from the mirror, and several horses were all surprised to look at that direction, a red and yellow hoof stretched out from the mirror, and slowly his whole body was transmitted from there. The creature that came out of the mirror was covered in golden scales, the hooves showed a red and yellow flame, and the hair on his head was orange and yellow, followed by a cry: "What the hell is this?" At this time, Sunset Shimmer didn't know what to do, and at this time, Twilight Sparkle excitedly called out, and another Twilight also immediately took an interest, "I have seen the information of this creature in the school library, it is an ancient mythical beast, but it is not indigenous to our place, it is a group in Chinese mythology." Horse twilight looked at him, the military uniform on his body disappeared, and was replaced by a layer of glittering golden scales. Of course, because Zheng Lin had already felt it, he was seen by these ladies without wearing clothes, and he couldn't help blushing. "What are you looking around for? Do you know it's impolite?" Horse twilight immediately became unhappy: "What are you talking about? It's like this everywhere here, only on important occasions do we wear clothes. Now you're not looking at us the same way." Then, she looked at the friends from the human world, somehow, they blushed after hearing what horse twilight said. "Well, okay, I should have told you in advance." Sunset Shimmer came over, and there seemed to be a blush on her face, "Humans are very sensitive about this aspect, and I suggest you don't mention it now." "Okay," Twilight then turned her gaze to Zheng Lin, "So now that you have become a Qilin, which is an indigenous race here, I don't know if there will be any opinions from your side?" Zheng Lin was silent, because he knew that if he went back, his brother would definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and find a way to turn him back into a human at all costs. But he felt troubled in his heart now. "Okay, is there any way to go back?" he asked helplessly. "We don't know, you are the first case, and it should be studied specifically," Twilight replied seriously. Now Zheng Lin felt in his heart that he would definitely cause a lot of trouble when he went back, and he felt that it was not a big problem to follow this team, and it was not bad to eliminate corrupt officials, and then deal with it when the matter was resolved. "Well... is it worth doing this?" The horses were surprised to look at him, and Cloudy asked, "What? Do you want to join?" "This seems to be the best choice at the moment," Twilight Sparkle heard this and felt uneasy in her heart. She was afraid, even though she knew that this human was about the same age as herself, and the character was not unfathomable, but she still showed a grateful smile to Zheng Lin. "Well, since that's the case, you are one of us now, can you provide some information about your warship?" The human Cloudy asked with great interest. "I can be responsible for guiding the way, but information, if you want to pick it from me, it's impossible." His attitude was very tough, which made Cloudy step back a few steps. "Well, that's good too, the passage of the warship is very complicated, and it won't cause us to get lost inside." Sunset Shimmer analyzed, "Now there is not much time left for the flag-lowering ceremony, we have to hurry over." The horses nodded to each other, and then Twilight teleported them all outdoors, running towards the direction of the landing boat... Warship Science and Research Department — "Where did this little dragon come from?" The director looked at this purple and green little dragon through the fire-resistant glass, carefully examining it, "Well... it was just casually caught from the plains outside." The secretary said cautiously, even though he was a very rigorous person, he couldn't resist the temptation of tens of millions. "Well, when will the blood extraction start?" The director picked up a syringe and squeezed the liquid out in front of his eyes. The syringe emitted a desolate cold light under the white light of the operating table. The fire dragon looked at the people on the other side of the glass with a frightened look, for the first time in his life being tormented like this by humans. "Director, it's after the flag is lowered, waiting for the notice from the ambassador." "Wait for his notice for what? Just do the surgery, this is the first experimental sample we've caught on this planet." The director was a bit impatient, his eyes exuding a domineering aura that enveloped the whole body of Sui Long. "Don't forget, the results of the surgery still need to be reported to the organization as soon as possible. Our technology has been developing slowly within the resources of Earth for many years." "But the ambassador said that we must..." "What ambassador? I have the final say here. At 3:30 in the afternoon, start the surgery on time!" But at this time, the secretary's breathing became heavier and heavier. He was unwilling to miss the tens of millions that were easily obtained. His heart was already tempted by money. He grabbed a scalpel and suddenly put it on the director's neck. The director felt his body jerk back, his neck was tightly held, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat, "Mr. Kobayashi, if you want to live, you must do what I say, what the ambassador said!" The director suddenly came to his senses and trembled in agreement: "Okay... Okay... You say when to do it..." "After the flag is lowered, wait for the ambassador's news..." Area 1 Plain Landing Boat Area -- "This kid hasn't come back yet? It's been several hours." Zheng Guofei looked at the stopwatch in his hand, sitting on the sofa counting like this, "Zheng Guofei, what are you doing? The flag-lowering ceremony starts in five minutes!" Although he was very worried, he quickly stood up, shouted to Yong'an at the door, "I know, I know! I'm coming!" Then he picked up his briefcase and walked outside. Rescue Team Side -- "Dusk... Dusk, how much further? I can't run anymore..." Two Raritys leaned on each other, dragging their bodies forward, "Girls, it's almost there, hold on a little longer!" Zheng Lin rolled his eyes and then looked at Sunset Shimmer. Sunset Shimmer felt very uncomfortable when he saw her like this, "Hey, what are you thinking about?" She asked casually, "Nothing, seeing you reminds me of someone." "Who?" "My sister, she does things as calmly as you do, and her character is very similar to yours, but it's a pity that I didn't make it to the infirmary to see her on the battlefield that day..." A wave of sympathy welled up in Sunset Shimmer's heart, and she couldn't help but think of her own past. Although these two things are not related, they are not entirely unrelated. Later, the important people in her life are appearing one by one, but in his life, the important people are leaving one by one... 1.Chapter 2: [VI] Torch Action: The Dusk is Long, and the Heart is Penetrating On the landing hall camp, there are eight neatly aligned squares, and what surprised the horses was that they were all formed by individuals. "Wow! How did they do that? I guess even the Royal Guard might find it difficult." Fluttershy exclaimed softly. Zheng Lin sneered in his heart: Of course, the hardships of their usual training are much more intense than the "security guards" here. He asked, "Have you not experienced war?" The horses looked puzzled at him, and Sunset Shimmer said earnestly, "That's for sure, but it's been a long time since we've used a large-scale army." They slowly walked down the slope, and several men in black suits came towards them. Zheng Lin was very vigilant because he had not seen these people in the few days since he came here, "Zheng Lin! Hide quickly!" The voice came from a large rock nearby, and he quickly hid in it. He understood that if those people found out that there were other horses besides Twilight, it would definitely disrupt the plan. "Hello, Princess Twilight, Mr. Jerlock is waiting for you." "Okay." Twilight Sparkle followed those people towards the direction of the warship. Zheng Lin and the others followed behind her. Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes were staring closely at them, approaching step by step. Those people led Twilight to the door of the warship and stopped, "Princess Twilight, turn right when you enter the door, and the ambassador will come to meet you." After saying that, they stood at the door. Twilight looked back worriedly, but there was no movement, which made her heart even heavier, but she still turned her head and walked inside. "Hey! Twilight went in!" Rainbow Dash whispered loudly, "Now we need to think of a way to distract the people in front of the door..." Everyone nodded to each other and sat together behind the rock. Zheng Lin watched them and didn't want to squeeze in; this rock didn't seem to be able to accommodate more than a dozen horses. "Come on, tell us your thoughts, your opinions are very important to us." Sunset Shimmer had somehow appeared behind him and startled him, "Ah... nothing to say, I know very little about this warship, I'm one of the first batch of this fleet, and I only know the control room and the dormitory, but this should be of no help to you, no one without the authorization of the major can enter these two places." He sighed and looked into the distance at the setting sun, the orange glow painted on his face. Sunset Shimmer felt an inexplicable feeling that seemed to be soaking her whole body, she first stood, and then slowly walked to his side and sat down, looking into the distance. "Can you sing?" Sunset Shimmer asked, her hair matching the sunset, the intersection a superposition of wind and light, depicting her soft outline clearly. "A little bit, not much." "Can you sing for me?" "Aren't you on a mission now, and still singing?" Zheng Lin looked at her in doubt and found that Sunset Shimmer was also looking at him. The two horses looked at each other, and Zheng Lin knew that as long as the opposite sex calmly looks at each other for 14 seconds, they will have a good impression of each other, but he didn't have it at all, just felt that he was looking at a talking big-eyed horse. But Sunset Shimmer was different, her face was already blushing, after all, she was still in high school, and her psychological quality was not as strong as Zheng Lin's. Zheng Lin, who was in his twenties, had also received special training, and he could suppress any signs of emotion immediately with his self-control, but he still valued his body's privacy rights very much [for example, when he came out of the magic mirror]. "Zheng Lin! Shimmer! Come over quickly!" Rainbow Dash whispered loudly. They quickly moved over, and Zheng Lin thought it was better to stay away from Sunset Shimmer, estimating that she might be the calmest in the team besides himself. "What's next?" Zheng Lin asked, glancing at Rainbow Dash. "I and he will distract them, and you guys will slip in." Rainbow Dash pointed to the version of himself who had come back from the human world, and they both nodded confidently. Zheng Lin looked at Sunset Shimmer doubtfully, who was fiddling with her glasses and didn't seem to be listening to their conversation. "Okay, this lady and I will cover the rear." He pulled Sunset Shimmer, who was startled by him, "What? Me?" "Yes, this is also a good opportunity to get to know each other better, right? Well, you two go and distract them." Zheng Lin's expression became serious. "Okay! Let's go!" ARF Secret Office — A white rope was dyed red, and the lightbulb was covered with red spots, enveloping the entire room in a blood-red fear. Twilight Sparkle was just hanging there, barely breathing, with barely noticeable undulations in her chest; her cutie mark already had a bloody gash, and her body was covered with such scars, from her wings along her legs, and from her flesh, a stream of blood condensed into gems and smashed onto the ground, splashing a dazzling red flower; her horn seemed to have cracks, looming in the red and white light. The man held a small knife, which was thinly covered with a brown film of coagulated blood, and his suit was lightly dyed like ink and water, with a red and yellow gradient, looking so elegant. He gently slid the knife across Twilight's neck, sliding down her back, and got stuck on her wings. "You said my son was burned by you at the time, right?" He gently rubbed the knife against her wings "Do you remember how my son's wings were scorched, don't you?" He gently scraped the blade against her wings, the friction causing Twilight's breathing to become more and more labored with each passing moment, "Spike..." she murmured deliriously. The old man slowly lifted the knife from her back and with a sudden swing, he brutally chopped downwards at Twilight's wing feathers. "Ahhhh!" Twilight screamed in unbearable agony, her neck stretching out in instinctive response, her eyes filled with bloodshot terror, and in exchange, feathers fell gracefully to the ground. The old man opened the window, peering into the white corridor where only a few horses were visible. He moved closer to inspect the dark figure... Now alert, he quickly opened another window and initiated a secure line communication: "Ambrosio!" "Yes, sir, what are your orders?" "Gather the agents and lock down the entire ship. Don't let anyone or any horse leave!" "But the Throne Protocol—" "To hell with the protocol! I'm in charge here! And that dragon, tell them to move it!" he said furiously. "Oh, very well, as you wish." The window closed, and the old man gasped for breath, his eyes wide open, staring at the iron door. He sensed more than a dozen footsteps approaching, clenching his fists, the hydraulic system of his mechanical exoskeleton cranked up to the maximum, waiting for that moment to come... In the corridor, Zheng Guofei followed closely, his gun already drawn, his guard up. He knew that following these horses would never lead to anything good. They arrived at an iron door, and Rainbow Dash slammed into it with force, "Boom—" The door didn't budge, but her shoulder throbbed in pain. Zheng Lin inspected the door frame for any switches but found none. He gently knocked on the frame, searching for clues. Suddenly, a large hand reached over, blocking his ladder, and then the iron door suddenly bulged with a violent impact from within. The horses stepped back in fear, their pupils contracting. Zheng Lin's breathing quickened, and Yu Hui hid behind him, still feeling a bit lightheaded from the restored oxygen, leaning on Zheng Lin. The door shook violently, and a blade suddenly pierced through, gleaming with a purplish-red light... Zheng Guofei recognized the blade, furrowing his brows. He knew the material was nano and obsidian, made with energy displacement, very rare, something only the executives of the Solar System Alliance Foundation would have. Could it be... The hydraulic system beside the door was gradually damaged, hissing with escaping air. The door was smashed open. Then, Zheng Lin saw his neck being viciously grabbed, and he was thrown against the wall by that creature. Yu Hui rushed forward to see what the creature was. It approached them step by step, Yu Hui leaped up and kicked hard at the dark figure, but her hind legs were suddenly gripped by a powerful force, and she was thrown to the ground, letting out a heavy gasp. "Hello there." The dark figure emerged from the white room, the fog gradually dissipating behind him. He stepped over the fallen Yu Hui, casting a contemptuous glance. Yu Hui gritted her teeth against the sharp pain in her stomach, her brow furrowed, sweat dripping to the ground. As his foot lifted from her stomach, Rainbow Dash immediately rushed forward and pulled Yu Hui back. Zheng Guofei had already chambered a round, scrutinizing the figure before him. He wasn't sure if the UN was aware of this, but he knew very well that the horse that creature had just thrown was his brother. "Major Zheng, long time no see. Our last meeting was in that foolish protocol's hall, wasn't it?" followed by a mechanical grinding sound, slowly approaching them. "You, yes you." Zheng Guofei pointed at Xiao Die from the human world, "Take them back, to the other end of the corridor." Xiao Die was in a panic, but hearing Zheng Guofei's command, she was also awestruck by his incredible authority, "O-Okay, everyone follow me..." she said, leading the group back. Yu Hui tried to pull Zheng Lin, but was noticed by Jerlock, who then lifted his leg and viciously stomped on Yu Hui's hoof that was trying to grab Zheng Lin. A sharp pain pierced Yu Hui's heart, tears falling like crystal droplets, shattering into countless ice flowers on the ground. Zheng Guofei gritted his teeth and charged forward, knowing full well the consequences of his actions, that flesh could not withstand the collision of mechanical exoskeletons. He drew his gun, eyes fixedly staring ahead. Jerlock swung his hand, two blades extending from his mechanical arms, mercilessly stabbing towards Zheng Guofei. Major Zheng knew he couldn't dodge, so he side-stepped and pressed the gun against the hydraulic machine of the mechanical skeleton and pulled the trigger, "Bang—" only a muffled sound was heard as the bullet weakly bounced off the armor. Ze洛克 became even more rampant. In his heart, he no longer thought about his dead son; his burning heart was now filled with only one word—revenge. He grabbed Zheng Guofei's back with one hand, the other hand's mechanical dagger stretching longer under the drive of the hydraulic machine, gradually aiming at Zheng Guofei's lower back. As he was about to carry out this cruel act, a golden flash of scales swooped down onto Zheng Guofei's back, the sharp blade piercing into the creature's spine. "Zheng Lin!!!" Yu Hui shouted. At this moment, a half-meter-long steel rod was stuck in Zheng Lin's chest, red liquid pouring down uncontrollably. He began to pant roughly, the sound gradually weakening, until it solidified in the air. The orange alarm flashed, under the meaningless light, one person, one horse, gazed at the lifeless body, their hearts already silent. Suddenly, an electromagnetic surge came from within Zheng Lin, Zheng Guofei could clearly feel the power; Yu Hui also felt it, a force unlike any magic she had ever seen. Then, Zheng Lin's appearance began to glow white... Zheng Guofei, because he was knocked down by Zheng Lin, rolled to the ground, holding his breath and staring at the Qilin in front of him, confirming in his heart that this was his brother, the person he had risked his life to save for his friends. He watched as the golden light on Zheng Lin's back became more and more flickering, Jerlock looked at him, the madness in his eyes gradually dissipating. At this moment, Zheng Lin's horn began to condense an orange-red energy, he opened his eyes, his pupils turned bloodshot, then he spoke, "By what right do you call this home?" Everyone present covered their ears, this terrifying sound echoed throughout the corridor, Jerlock still wanted to continue attacking, but his old hand seemed unable to move the mechanical arm now, convinced that this guy couldn't use magic. "How is this possible..." Jerlock exerted all his strength to straighten up, slowly aiming the dagger at Zheng Lin, but there seemed to be a barrier around him, unable to move, unable to break through the white light in front of Zheng Lin. "As a representative of the human race, why have you provoked war!" Zheng Lin slowly raised his hooves, when they were about to come together, it seemed to squeeze something,Jerlock began to breathe difficult, clutching his chest and kneeling on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, mumbling indistinctly "No... Andyo..." The hooves gradually came together, and with a "pop" sound, a mass of flesh and blood burst open on Ze洛克's chest, and he fell to the ground, surrounded by his liquid interwoven with hatred and anger. At this time, the light on Zheng Lin's body began to dissipate, Zheng Guofei frowned, came forward and pulled Zheng Lin, he was surprised to find that the scar on his chest was gone, intact. Yu Hui stumbled over, her eyes met with Zheng Guofei's, although still full of vigilance, but Major Zheng nodded to Yu Hui, put the boy in front of her, he seemed to understand the truth, because at this time, he had already seen the red and purple unicorn hanging in the middle of the room, half of her wings feathers had been scraped almost bare, blood was pouring down. He opened the walkie-talkie and informed the team of an emergency. Then he turned his gaze to Yu Hui and Zheng Lin again, only this time, Yu Hui noticed care and warmth in his eyes. Then, there was a rush of footsteps, 11 horses ran over from the other end of the corridor, the two Cloudy Shadows at the forefront shouted: "He's out again! Run." Chasing them was the disgusting black slime, it kept surging forward, gradually approaching the end of the corridor. "Quick! We need magic!" Yu Hui asked Zheng Lin. "We need magic to control it!" Zheng Guofei glanced at the puddle of black mud and entered the command to release the electromagnetic wave into the Menz Amplifier on the experiment table. Suddenly, a powerful energy radiated from the office, and all the horses felt a surge of vitality. The horns of both Sunset and Twilight began to glow with different colors, and two powerful laser beams struck the Apollo 11 biological sample. Under its dark exterior, a raging fire suddenly ignited, and an indescribable sound came from the creature. "I... No, we can feel that he is in pain..." Two Fluttershys behind Sunset whispered, their voices tinged with worry, "Yes, but we have no choice." Sunset said sympathetically. "Quick! Applejack! Pinkie Pie! Come and untie Twilight! She's barely holding on!" One of the Rainbow Dash noticed that Twilight's breathing was becoming weaker and weaker, her nostrils flaring less frequently. All the horses wiped their sweat and decided, no matter what! Save Twilight first! A dozen horses rushed forward, and the blood ropes gradually fell. When Twilight's feet touched the ground, Sunset gently lowered Twilight's body to the floor with magic. "Thank you, everyone. Now I'm going to try to heal the external wounds first and stop the bleeding." Sunset, despite the pain in her hooves, walked forward step by step, then closed her eyes. Her orange-yellow horn began to emit a green light, and the gaps in her purple fur began to stitch up... Everyone watched Twilight's miserable condition in silence, quietly waiting for their best friend, who bore the heavy responsibility and was pierced by the spear of the mission, to open her eyes... Operating Room - "Little guy, you're still trying to fight me, right?" The director held a syringe in his hand and said disdainfully to the secretary who was barely alive on the ground. "Winning the Karate Championship in Hokkaido for four consecutive terms is not just talk." At this moment, he was wearing a white coat, standing in front of the operating table. It only took him two minutes to subdue the secretary, and Spike Dragon witnessed the whole process, and his heart was already half-desperate. If he had to fight this human alone, there would definitely be no good outcome. The anesthetic in the syringe was gradually taking effect, and his vision began to blur... "Stop!" A sonorous and powerful footstep, along with a shout, came from outside the experimental department. The director glanced over, and his heart was almost completely cold - it was Major Zheng's fleet peacekeeping force. They rushed forward to snatch the syringe. At this time, the director still wanted to use his four-time Karate Championship skills to deal with these soldiers, but it was obviously an egg hitting a stone. Along with his secretary, he was taken to the landing boat square. The belt on Spike Dragon was untied, and he seemed to see several people in blue military clothes carrying him on their shoulders and leaving the laboratory. The breath that had been hanging in his heart was finally let out.

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Sad,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Human Nature and Friendship

Amidst cosmic whispers, two worlds collide, seeking unity in the vastness of space and time.

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<p>On the vast stage of the cosmos, an extraordinary tale quietly begins. Here, starlight is no longer just distant points of light, but threads of destiny weaving, leading two starkly different worlds towards an unknown entanglement.</p><p>In a distant galaxy, the 3014th fleet navigates the profound expanse of space, bearing the last hope for human survival. Major Zheng Guofei, a commander seasoned by countless battles, stands at the vanguard of the fleet; his gaze pierces through nebulae, gazing upon a planet that might become a new home. They have not come to conquer, but to seek a shared future.</p><p>At the same time, the inhabitants of another world—beings of magic—are also gazing upon the same starry sky. Their lives are filled with harmony and order, but a sudden disturbance ripples through their tranquil existence. Among them, a sage, with profound insight and keen perception of the unknown, begins to explore the secrets behind this fluctuation.</p><p>The convergence of these two worlds is not only a collision of civilizations but also a touch of souls. In this unknown universe, every choice may become a turning point in history. Major Zheng and the sage seem to be drawn by some mysterious force, guiding them toward a common goal.</p>

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2024-08-20T13:15:22+00:00

Celestia looked at the sleeping Twilight Sparkle before her, her heart rippled with waves of emotion. She was suppressing her inner fury, despite what Zheng Guofei had said at the landing boat square. However, she still couldn't let go of her slight fear of humans. Gently, she caressed Twilight's face, her eyes filled with both affection and tears. Friends stood by, watching quietly. Sunset Shimmer hung her head low. Although she had healed Twilight's external injuries, the internal damage and its impact on Twilight's physical and mental health were inevitable. None of them knew what kind of effect this great disaster would have on Twilight. Perhaps, the position of princess, Celestia should reconsider... "Creak—" The crystal door was pushed open, accompanied by a breathy sound that made the horses' ears twitch. A human and a Qilin walked in. They didn't speak, just walked quietly over. The human was carrying a black leather case, slowly approaching Twilight. "What do you want to do?! You've already hurt her enough!" Applejack angrily stood in front to block them. The human took a few steps back, looking at the Qilin with puzzled and reproachful eyes. Seeing this, the Qilin immediately stepped forward to explain, "This is a medical rescuer from our United Nations health organization..." "I don't care what kind of rescuer you are! You humans are all liars! A bunch of selfish, vengeful sharp ghosts!" Rainbow Dash also rushed over, not caring about her actions, her hooves almost against the Qilin's horn. The hall was very quiet. She didn't realize that her words had hurt the other horses present. Her heart was full of the one on the sickbed, her eyes burning with anger, the air between the two horses was more tense than nitrogen. "Have you forgotten that I am also human, and so is my brother?" The Qilin didn't want to make it clear, but it seemed that not saying it would escalate the conflict. As expected, Rainbow Dash was speechless. She closed her mouth, breathing in anger, and slowly stepped aside to let the person pass. The person walked over and patted Celestia's shoulder, "Alright, Princess, let me do it." Celestia nodded slightly, slowly got up, and two dark gray tear marks had already appeared from her eyes to the bridge of her nose. She slowly walked out of the crystal door. Perhaps, since she didn't want her favorite student to be hurt, she really should consider another choice... Zheng Lin was pondering, with Sunset Shimmer leaning on his shoulder. He felt in a daze that humans should not have come to this planet at all, which would be a devastating blow to their race and culture. But his own race is in danger, who will care about so much. If it were the ponies, they might also do such things to other races. But all this seems to be frozen in place from yesterday. "Now the case is jointly tried by the United Nations and the Equestria joint government. The case is of great importance, involving intentional injury and conspiracy to murder, among 17 other charges. Please judges, jurors, and clerks get ready." A gavel fell, and the trial began. "Please make a public prosecution statement." Celestia and the other five ponies looked at the human with a heavy gaze sitting opposite. "I am not guilty, I am only responsible for all the actions related to research and exploration in the area." "Please make a statement for the prosecution." "We saw him with our own eyes, harming innocent residents of our country. If it weren't for..." "Okay." Celestia was interrupted, her face obviously much worse, she has never been so rude. "According to the statements of both parties, the prosecution, the person behind your actions is a senior executive of the Solar System Alliance's Alpha Foundation. He should not have been involved in this matter, but he took fatal measures, and you and your secretary were helping him. Due to the process not being harmonious, you had a conflict. The court will not hear this matter, the rest will be dealt with according to the Chapter 2, Article 53 of the Throne Agreement, during the colonization process, any resident who insults, defames, falsely accuses, or frames the other party will be punished according to the agreed laws of both parties. Now, please let the ruler of the other party state how to deal with this crime according to your law if there is such a crime." Celestia took a deep breath, "According to our country's law, they should be locked in the dungeon and never released to show their sins." "Okay, according to the Planetary Colonization Management Council, the United Nations Security Council,..." The five ponies who came with Celestia sighed in their hearts, where did so many meetings come from... "...and other make a comprehensive arbitration, you should be sentenced to death according to our method, and execute immediately." This decree not only made Celestia and the other five ponies gasp, she has never issued such a cruel decree. "In line with the other party's decree, the court finally makes the following judgment: the prosecutor, Xiao Tian Xiongye, Fei Si Luo Ke, and all other personnel involved in this murder case, are sentenced to death, and the execution is postponed for one week." Zheng Guofei sat next to Celestia, he didn't speak, just silently, sitting there. This time, he did not perceive the faces of any of the people, for those who are about to be executed, this may be his greatest and final respect for them. How to see, he has guessed through all the thoughts of his brother, all. Now looking back, in exchange for just the two gunshots next week, slowly faded in Zheng Lin's heart. In bed, he listlessly flipped through the book on the side, the rest of the horses have gone home, he himself requested to stay in the castle for one night, his brother knows that he has become a Qilin, now wherever he goes it doesn't matter, it's just that every time he goes out he has to hang a GPS on his ear. Looking at the soft purple figure on the sickbed, he couldn't help but blame himself and sympathize with Twilight's experience. He walked over and lay down with Twilight, lying on his side, looking at the starlight outside the window, secretly planning the meaning of life, the value of life, and some messy things he has never thought about. Turned his head, Twilight's delicate face was gently placed on the bed like a cake, the gentle candlelight hit it, which made Zheng Lin feel lovely in his heart. Her chest rose and fell, just like a fairy sleeping, perhaps it was because she became a Qilin, which had a certain impact on her aesthetics, but she was beautiful from the bottom of her heart. Although most of her wings were cut off and wrapped in a few pale bandages, the soul cannot be locked up. Closed his eyes, the hooves resting on the back of his head, slid down along, and came together with Twilight's, the shadows entwined, so warm. In the morning, the tranquility was shattered by a scream, Zheng Lin was scared to jump up from the bed, no, he was lifted up by a circle of purple magic. "What happened between us last night?!" Looking at Twilight's panicked appearance, he couldn't help but find it a bit funny, "Come on, calm down first, put me down." "Why?" Zheng Lin gave her a look, if he had exposed her as a person, no, a horse, he originally thought she was quite calm, knowing this, he wouldn't have saved her. A few horses in the Hall of Friendship rushed over at the sound, and the door was suddenly knocked open. "What's wrong? Twilight, what happened?" Rainbow Dash rushed in hastily, seeing Zheng Lin being held in mid-air by Twilight, and was somewhat puzzled in her heart. Then, Sunset Shimmer came in and immediately persuaded upon seeing the situation, "Twilight, put him down quickly, he saved your life!" Rainbow Dash gave Sunset Shimmer a look, it seems she hasn't forgotten what she said to Zheng Lin fiercely yesterday. "Oh? Is... is that so?" Twilight turned her gaze to the rest of the horses. The rest of the horses nodded silently, Twilight sighed and put Zheng Lin down, "Uh... I'm sorry." Zheng Lin patted the fur on his body and shook his front legs, "It's okay, I just stayed over, I can understand your situation, after all, you are a girl." Twilight blushed. Suddenly, the cute symbols of all the horses present began to light up, and Zheng Lin felt itchy on his head. He looked in the mirror and found that the two arrow patterns on his horn were also glowing. "A mission is coming." Twilight's eyes firmed up and she walked towards the cute map, and all the horses gathered around. "What is it?" Zheng Lin scratched his horn, he didn't understand this strange thing of glowing happening to him. "This is the cute map summoning you to do a friendship task, we usually deal with problems like this," Rarity explained. Several cute symbols were hovering above that remote town, among which there was an unfamiliar identifier. Then, a figure nearly half a body taller than the horses came over, "So, we all have to go?" Zheng Guofei pointed to the symbol on his left shoulder, and justice shone brightly. Twilight was startled to see something suddenly appear behind her, and wiped her eyes. "Who are you..." "The one who kidnapped your princess before," Zheng Guofei said bluntly. Twilight fell silent again, obviously this sentence touched her pain point. Zheng Lin saw this scene and felt helpless. "Well, brother, actually you don't have to be like this." "Okay, I'll tell you today, tell every higher being now, a monarch who dares not face his own faults is not a good monarch." Seeing that he had said it to death, Zheng Lin had nothing more to say. Sunset Shimmer stepped forward to argue, "Oh, come on, come on, what if this friendship task is very important?" In a short while, the phone rang through the air. Zheng Guofei opened the window and dialed the phone. The horses saw him nod several times in a row, and his expression suddenly became much brighter. After hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on his face. "What's the matter?" Zheng Lin asked. "If you guys are willing, come out with me." Zheng Guofei replied, then walked towards the door. Twilight was very puzzled, but they still followed Zheng Guofei to the main entrance. They were stunned. A division of the fleet stood neatly outside the castle, the symbols on their shoulders flashing white light regularly, the soldiers holding guns, standing as still as stone statues. "Wow..." Twilight was already dumbfounded. "Is this... still a friendship task?" Applejack said. Twilight shook her head and said firmly, "No matter what, you can't go like this, it will cause panic." The other bearers of the Elements of Harmony also nodded one after another. The ones from the human world looked at each other, and finally looked at Zheng Lin. Zheng Guofei laughed, "You see, Princess, there is a solution here," he patted Zheng Lin's scales. Zheng Lin glanced at him. Twilight thought in her heart that this was very unfeasible, because they hadn't found a way to turn them back into humans in this world, unless they could find a way to return here from another universe. "No..." Twilight said in a low voice. "But Twilight, the map summoned them," Rainbow Dash said. Twilight hesitated for a moment, forget it, for the future of Equestria and friendship... "Okay, bring them in..." Twilight led the soldiers to the basement. At this time, Sunset Shimmer leaned against Zheng Lin and whispered, "Do you still remember how you felt when you were glowing that day?" "What glow?" Seeing his confused look, Sunset Shimmer snickered. In the town of Equality - "How much did you seize?" "These are all their immigrants, just daily necessities." Looking at those humans who were completely stripped, Starlight Glimmer was very disdainful. "Drive them out of town, having them stay here is just a burden." After saying that, she turned and walked towards the town center. "Okay." Then several ponies came up and surrounded the remaining humans. Among them, a few men shouted indignantly, "The United Nations will never let you go!" The rest of the people also chimed in: "Right!" "You'll see when the time comes!" Starlight heard these words from a distance and sneered, "Hum, they, I really want to see what they can do..." Back in the town hall, she sat leisurely in front of the desk, opened a parchment scroll, and there was a list of various items, half of which had been marked with red checks. She sighed, as if letting go of all the pressure of the day, carefully appreciating the completed parts on the list, and kept muttering in her mouth, "Next... who should it be..." Then, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and she had to sit up straight in the chair to maintain her image and straighten her clothes. "Knock knock knock -" "Come in." Starlight put away the books and pens on the table, looked up, and was on guard. The one who came in was not a pony, she had snow-white fur, but was covered by a black cloak for most of it, with thin spines and sharp claws on her limbs, her eyes narrowed like a cat's, staring at Starlight, her tail was a thin white whip, and what surprised Starlight even more was that she had antlers and wings like a deer. "Who are you?" Starlight saw that the visitor was not friendly, and a light blue magic glowed on her horn. "My name is Snow Wind, the ruler of the Phosphorus Leopards." She took off her hat, and her hair fell from her neck. "What do you want here?!" Starlight frowned tightly, afraid that the other party would make any moves. "Don't be like this, I'm just here for help." Hearing this, Starlight couldn't help but be suspicious, observing the other party's eyes, she felt that the other party seemed to have no hostility, so she slightly let go of her attack. "What can I help you with?" Starlight asked. The other party's horn glowed with a white light, and several photos appeared in front of Starlight, she said, "These are pictures of humans destroying our kingdom. Our Phosphorus Leopards originally lived on the other side of the Endless Forest, very far from here, but since humans came, they have cut down the trees around the Endless Forest to build their houses. Our kingdom's alliance was very fragile to begin with, only individuals are relatively strong, but most Phosphorus Leopards are very harsh when it comes to unity, and those who can unite are the elite of the troops. Now humans have started to colonize our borders, which has caused panic among our residents. Our military equipment is far from enough to resist humans. They have slaughtered a large number of Phosphorus Leopards for biological research, and we have to seek help from the outside world. And this is the only larger pony settlement we have found so far." Hearing this, Starlight's little abacus in her heart was clattering. If these monsters are sincerely asking for her help, then she can take this opportunity to eliminate humans, the biggest stumbling block. If not... "I don't quite understand your society." A word from the Phosphorus Leopard interrupted Starlight's thoughts. "Here... is this your pony's political center?" When the Phosphorus Leopard asked this question, Starlight suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "Yes, that's right." Now she nodded like a garlic pestle, and her whole body relaxed. "What will your people do next?" Starlight pretended to be concerned and asked, eager to make use of the stupid monster in front of her, of course, and her miserable kingdom. "If you don't mind, can we stay here for a while now, and you can tell me directly if you have any needs." "Okay, okay, how many are there?" Starlight asked eagerly. The other party hesitated for a moment, a worried look on her face: "There are about 200,000 from the Kingdom of Crete and the Kingdom of Aiphelek, and the rulers of the other two allied kingdoms have not yet made a decision to seek external assistance. However, we won't station so many at once. If you agree, we can first send soldiers to build houses at the location you designate." Starlight was overjoyed inside, "Okay, okay, you can start now, I'll talk to the residents... no, citizens later." The Phosphorus Leopard's face showed a grateful expression, "Thank you, in the future, no matter what difficulties your noble has, please tell me, and I will solve them for you." After the Phosphorus Leopard left, Starlight sneered in the room, talking to herself: "One day, I will turn the whole of Equestria into my town." She laughed out loud, as if the shadow in her heart had spread thousands of miles away... "Z, what do you think is still inappropriate?" The doctor thought for a while, it's not that he doesn't have a star ship, but the United Nations does not approve the mobilization, and now another country has intervened, which is not easy to handle. "How is the energy collection team doing?" "They have driven away some of the monsters there, but the losses are relatively large." "What happened?" The assistant sat down, spread out a report, and looked at the doctor with a concentrated look. "The ambassador we sent from the 3014 fleet..." The doctor stopped him, knowing Jie Luoke's style, but he is indeed his honest and loyal subordinate, just with a violent temper. The assistant looked back and heard footsteps coming from outside the door, "Doctor, it's time for your medicine." "Hmm -" The doctor propped himself up, "Okay, tell Andyo to be gentle." The assistant looked puzzled: "So you are in the operation..." "Yes, family is a very complicated thing, we always put it before friendship, right?" The assistant nodded and handed him the medicine. Crystal Castle Basement - The soldiers stood neatly in two rows, although they were curious about the mirror in front of them. "Okay, Zheng Lin, go ahead and say it, what to do." Yu Hui pushed Zheng Lin, Zheng Lin rolled his eyes and walked forward. Zheng Guofei leaned against the wall, looking at the ponies on the side, they were holding their breath and watching Zheng Lin explain to the soldiers next to the mirror, he was actually quite curious himself, just worried about something going wrong, these are all living people. "... That's the specific situation." Zheng Lin finished speaking and sighed, "Now, you guys, the first group." He raised his hoof to signal the head of the line to pass through the mirror. The two soldiers had a serious look on their faces and approached the magic mirror side by side. Just as the stream of light radiated from the contact surface, all the creatures present were on edge, Zheng Guofei stood straight and straightened his clothes, Twilight was nervously sweating, before this, she had adjusted the mirror, but she couldn't guarantee 100% that there would be no mistakes, since humans came to Equestria, the space-time here has been distorted, and the crossing has been interfered with, so, if it weren't for being forced, she wouldn't do such a thing like humans. The two soldiers gradually stepped in, and the light disappeared behind them. When the last hoof disappeared, there was only a faint undulating breath in the hall. Zheng Lin counted silently, unlike the other horses, his face was relaxed, as if he was enjoying a one-man show. "Ten..." "Nine..." "Eight..." Yu Hui looked at Zheng Lin. "Seven..." "Six..." The soldiers' brows began to lock. "Five..." "Four..." Sweat mixed with a strong sodium chloride dripped from Twilight's face, blossoming into crystal flowers on the ground. "Three..." "Two..." A faint light slowly emerged from the mirror, two blue hooves with light color gradients stretched out like lotus heads, two Qilins with purple-red horns on their heads, wearing dark armor, walked out solemnly. This scene made Zheng Major slightly shocked. He glanced at Twilight, who obviously relaxed a lot, the experiment was successful. Zheng Lin nodded slightly and said, "Okay, let's do it this way now, I'll go out first, and Princess Twilight will keep an eye on it here." Twilight Sparkle threw a reproachful look at Zheng Lin, he ignored herself and walked straight out the door. Zheng Guofei saw this and also waved to Twilight, following Zheng Lin out. ———————————————— The two leaned against the wall, sat down, the faint light submerged the corridor, and the dust flew like snow. "Dad... is he really dead..." Zheng Guofei heard the sensitive word "death," and felt a bit sad. After all, in military families, such things are very common during the war. He patted Zheng Lin on the back, stroking his armor, "No matter whether he is dead or alive, he doesn't want you to ask like this, right?" Zheng Lin raised his head, his wooden pupils were wet, and a layer of frost was applied in the only few floating lights. Zheng Guofei sighed, put his head close to his horn, they hugged each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, heavy. The door was opened. Yu Hui came out and saw this scene, and he didn't feel good about speaking, but seeing the situation was urgent, he stammered, "Well... Major Zheng, it's your turn." Zheng Guofei kissed Zheng Lin's forehead, "It's okay, I'll go first, I don't know what I will become yet." Zheng Lin smiled, tears flowing down from the corners of his eyes. They separated, Zheng Guofei stood up, nodded to Yu Hui, and then Yu Hui took him in, to the front door she looked at Zheng Lin again, "Do you want to..." "No, Yu Hui, thank you, it's not necessary." Hearing this, Yu Hui felt inexplicably gratified in his heart, but there was also a hint of desolation, and he walked in without saying a word. Zheng Lin's mind was full of clouds at this time, he was doubting himself, whether he had really seen his father, as a warrior, maybe he shouldn't think about these. He stood up and walked down the corridor. Here... it's really like Earth... Suddenly, a yellow figure flashed in front of him, and he immediately became alert. "Who?" He approached slowly, stepping carefully, feeling his way cautiously. That figure hid in a corner. Zheng Lin immediately followed. It was a dead end. When he approached the wall, he turned around, pulled out a dagger from his satchel with his mouth, and pressed her to the ground fiercely behind the yellow figure, a muffled sound from a woman came into Zheng Lin's ears. Then, the other party's solo brightened. "Yu Hui? Why are you following me?" Zheng Lin still pressed Yu Hui without letting go. "Hmm... I was just worried about you..." Yu Hui wriggled, but still couldn't break free. "Oh, it really makes you worried, but it's best not to do this in the future." Zheng Lin looked at Yu Hui with raised eyebrows, put his hoof back, and put the dagger into his satchel. "Are they done?" Zheng Lin walked out of the corner, and Yu Hui followed closely. "Yes, they are." "How long will it take to go to that small village." Yu Hui looked puzzled at Zheng Lin, "That's not a town..." "It's so small, it's not even a village, it's more like a primitive tribe, did your princess friend say anything?" Zheng Lin turned to look at Yu Hui, the haziness in his eyes dissipated by three points. Then, a thrilling urgent hooves came from the other side of the corridor. Zheng Lin frowned tightly, looking at that direction. Rainbow Dash rushed over and shouted to the two of them, "Zheng Lin, come quickly! Come see your brother! Something happened!" Zheng Lin immediately rushed over with Rainbow Dash, and Rainbow Dash said while flying, "Your brother has become something that even Princess Twilight can't recognize." He was shocked in his heart, and his heart was wandering back and forth, uneasy. The soldiers should be locals, and they would become Qilins, so... how could... Zheng Guofei... He knocked on the door, and the soldiers immediately made way, leading directly to that creature. Zheng Lin's eyes widened, and a black and white figure appeared among the horses. "What is this..." Twilight and Yu Hui looked at Zheng Lin together, their doubts mixed with worries. "White Tiger" ———————————— Starlight was stunned. She had never seen such an army. The underestimating mentality suddenly disappeared, and she was constantly regretting it. This group of monsters had already threatened her leadership position. Two teams of Phosphorus Leopards were entering the town, each wearing crystal armor, with blue light surrounding the knees, gold bands on the helmets, and a red gemstone with a halo of light on the forehead. They held swords and spears, neat and uniform, the white blades shining in the setting sun. Looking at Starlight's surprised appearance, Snow Wind felt puzzled: "Isn't your army like this?" Starlight then came to her senses and hurriedly said, "Ah... yes, that's right, they are training in another place now." This sentence made Starlight feel a lot more confident, but she had never considered what the result would be, and she never cared. "Oh... is that so." A Phosphorus Leopard officer trotted over, "Commander, the army is ready." Snow Wind nodded slightly and turned to Starlight, "Our army is ready, please designate a location." Starlight swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Okay... okay." She pointed to a piece of wasteland next to the town, "That's the Equal Field, the citizens generally won't go there, you can build houses there." "Okay, thank you." He turned and conveyed it to the commander. Starlight breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the town hall. --- "This is..." "White Tiger." "Tiger?" Two Fluttershys hid behind Twilight, trembling and asking. Zheng Lin was speechless, he had already said it twice. "Ah, yes, yes, okay, now you just need to think that my brother is normal now, so if people and horses are all here, can we set off?" Ma Mu nodded and led her friends out of the hall. Zheng Guofei and Zheng Lin looked at each other and followed with the soldiers. They just walked, not saying anything. Silence between them. Friends seemed to start realizing that Twilight had changed, she now locked her mind tightly, and now not a beam of light could be cast in, of course, a trace of darkness was also invisible. More concern is now superfluous for Twilight, she herself has entered a state of vigilance, this state has been quietly growing in her heart since humans arrived here, and now it has spread all over her body, starting to affect the surrounding horses. Yu Hui was also worried, but he felt that he couldn't do anything, now he can only rely on himself, maybe there will be an unprecedented battle later, and he can only respond calmly, he has almost placed his hope on Zheng Lin. At this time, Zheng Lin was also very tired in his heart, like Zheng Guofei, he was pondering what the United Nations would think about this, and now there is a group of scientific elites gathered in the laboratory studying the so-called magic of the local area and integrating this energy into the mass-energy equation and the tools used by humans, if they knew, they would definitely send troops, and when the time comes, the Security Council would not pass, Celestia did not agree to human interference in internal affairs. After a long time, the green floor was replaced by bare rocks, and the sand was everywhere, "It's here." Twilight said. Zheng Guofei glanced at Zheng Lin, and Zheng Lin understood and commanded the soldiers, "Four columns come out!" "Yes!" "Set up camp! Deploy artillery coverage and radar!" "No! Don't set up the radar, the Foundation will intervene desperately if they know." Zheng Guofei shouted loudly, which scared the horses present, it was as loud as thunder. "But... this is a mission of friendship, not a war." Twilight said weakly. "Oh? Is that so, then why didn't you doubt when you saw these soldiers being summoned by your map at the beginning? Now you come to tell me?" Zheng Guofei turned to Ma Mu, showing a fierce look. This almost shattered the last line of defense in her heart, and when Zheng Guofei turned around to arrange the camp, her face began to change uncontrollably, an indescribable torrent rushed to her brain, and a hoof suddenly reached her shoulder. She didn't turn her head, and her heart kept suggesting that it would be okay to get through this period, but this thought was abruptly blocked by a sentence. "The Colonel's feeling is that this mission will cost lives." She turned around fiercely, it was Zheng Lin. "How could it be, the map never..." "But we didn't come before." Twilight was silent, Zheng Lin came over and sat down. "Think about it, the growth of your country and war, and then look at this time, how insignificant." She looked up at Zheng Lin, her eyes twinkling, "But Equestria has enjoyed thousands of years of peace, usually it's me and my friends who solve..." "Right, this is the biggest problem with your country." Zheng Lin mercilessly interrupted Twilight, the sound of glass breaking echoed in the air, "Born in distress, die in ease, your kingdom is easy to perish, if one day, your monarch, your teacher passes away, the security of the entire kingdom will fall into a deep crisis." After the last sentence came out, she could no longer bear Zheng Lin's serious topic and the worry about the country's crisis, with the huge pressure on her heart, she wanted to cry, to cry heartily, to wash away all the things she had experienced in the past few days, she would rather have never been born, lived, she lay on his shoulder, splashing her dissatisfaction from memory... In the town center - Starlight was in the town hall attic, her heart was not clear whether it was surprise or fear. They may be a bunch of trouble, because from the current situation, her own arms can't control them at all. "Hey, what are you thinking about?" She turned her head fiercely and saw that it was Snow Wind. She stammered, "Nothing... nothing... how about your side?" Snow Wind nodded, "The soldiers have been settled, I think we should garrison a few lines of defense, oh right, have any humans come here recently?" Hearing this, Starlight gradually thought of the immigrants she had dealt with yesterday, and the cushion in her heart gradually piled up, "Oh, yes, I drove them out, they are also immigrants." Snow Wind's face showed a satisfied smile, "Ha, it seems that you ponies also hate those guys as much as we do, I believe that our two races will be able to get along very well in the future." Starlight also nodded in agreement and watched her walk out of the room, then let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the whole town, she couldn't help but feel that the left plain was too empty, it was not the Equal Field, just a wasteland, and the mountain facing that piece of land was the warehouse of the cute symbol. Why not go for a walk to distract myself. Walking on the central street, she put on a smile again and walked towards the wasteland alone, ripples began to rise in her mind... "Little Pumpkin, where are you?" "Guess?" "Oh, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to find you." "Hahahahaha." "The weather is good today, do you want to eat ice cream?" "Okay." "Well then... " "Dad, look, where is Yao Yao going?" "Oh, it's like this..." Then, her eyes became sharp, what was that... She climbed the slope and walked towards the square building. Suddenly, a group of monsters she had never seen before came out of the building, and a closer look revealed that the leader was... a black and white tiger! Starlight was puzzled in her heart, it's not far from the Endless Forest here, could it be the monsters from there? She approached a bit, sneaking into the nearest tent, but a sound from inside the tent made her suddenly wake up - "Radio F10012 [indistinct voice] We are the second patrol team, and we have not found any non-human creatures in the jurisdiction area, [indistinct voice] wait, she's in the tent!" Her heart began to beat rapidly, her horn lit up, a huge energy began to gather... "Charge!" With a kick of her hind legs, she jumped out fiercely, and launched the fatal blow, she saw clearly that she had hit them, but was blocked by a strong magic, and the shockwave spread mercilessly. "Control her! Signalman! Go and call the main force!" A command that shook the heavens and the earth came from behind those monsters, which made Starlight also feel fear, she was running back desperately, raising dust, and frantically fighting back. "Ah!" A strong recoil came, hitting her face, Starlight fell to the ground, seeing several fully armed monsters approaching her with something like a square block, gritting her teeth, she used a teleportation spell and went to the center of the town. The dust dissipated, "How is she? Male or female?" "Captain! She ran away!" Zheng Guofei was shocked, calling all the soldiers to launch an emergency combat mode, and took full control of the area... Command Post Dormitory - "Twilight... is she better now?" "She's sleeping soundly..." Zheng Lin gently leaned Twilight's head on the pillow and covered her. "Let's go, let her be quiet, we humans also have times when we can't bear the pressure." Yu Hui nodded and went out with Zheng Lin. When they walked outside, the wind and sand were blowing, the defense line and armor were lined up, and the soldiers were holding their guns and advancing in step. Yu Hui hurriedly asked, "What's going on?" Zheng Guofei frowned and took them to the front line, pointing to the opposite side. The two horses came forward and were shocked to see many creatures they had never seen before on the mountain opposite, mixed with dozens of ponies, but obviously, those creatures were more well-equipped and detailed. "Wait, Major Zheng! Don't fight first!" A hurried footsteps came from their side - it was Twilight's friends and the ones from the human world, "In a situation like this, we should call Twilight to deal with it together, instead of directly using force!" Rainbow Dash rushed forward, and all the horses looked at Zheng Guofei, falling into deep thought. --- 20. Chapter 3: Tactical Game [IV]: Equalization Campaign II Zheng Guofei hesitated for a moment, his mind was heavy, if he wanted to fight (I believe you definitely want to see it start), then this war would be the first direct conflict with the local creatures on this planet, the strength of the other side is unknown, there is a certain risk. Yu Hui saw Zheng Guofei's silence for a long time and said, "Major Zheng, do you need to ask for the opinion of the United Nations? If we do this, we not only have a safety net, but there may also be the possibility of negotiation." Major Zheng looked at Yu Hui and then at the soldiers, "Okay." Then he turned around and called Charles out to find the radio, all the horses followed Zheng Guofei to face the huge screen, he handed over the standoff battlefield to Zheng Lin, trying to delay time. In the tent, because hooves can't type on the keyboard, Charles was reporting their current situation to the United Nations embassy in a hurry with voice, the embassy has no actual power to move troops, and still needs to report to the Permanent Council. In the end, the embassy asked for their location, Charles opened the map, copied and uploaded the location information, then the embassy connected them to the Standing Committee. At the standoff battlefield - The air between the two armies began to solidify, the soldiers of both sides were staring at the enemy, afraid to miss a move of the other side's soldiers. Zheng Lin sat in front of the troops, with shield soldiers behind him, if there were any arrows or other weapons shot at him, he could be protected in time. It lasted for about 5 minutes, and Starlight couldn't bear it, she urgently asked Han Feng in a low voice, "Why haven't we started yet, let's do it." Han Feng explained, "Don't worry, we'll react when they make a move, we know the terrain better than them, and we are not inferior in terms of troop strength." Starlight was speechless, she had no experience in leading soldiers into battle, even under the protection of powerful magic, she had to be vigilant when facing an unfathomable enemy, Han Feng as a leader, to survive on the front line, she had to listen to her. In the tent - The representatives of the conference organized the materials. "Hello, Captain Zheng, we will now vote on this war. Although you have been authorized to use the military on your own, it is still the fairest and most appropriate choice to report to the United Nations. In addition, to ensure fairness and openness, we have connected with Princess Celestia to hold the vote together, as a temporary decision-making country, the vote is passed by 2/3, and we hope for a peaceful resolution." After the Secretary-General finished speaking, six blue windows appeared in the air, which were representatives of the five permanent members of the Security Council and Princess Celestia. Yu Hui paid special attention to the window of the cosmic princess, and she didn't seem to be surprised by this thing in front of her eyes, which seemed to have a reason, and could be explained from a personal perspective: human magic, or human tricks. Start voting. At the standoff battlefield - Starlight's nerves were taut, she couldn't stand it anymore, she endured her dissatisfaction with Han Feng in her heart and asked, "Is there no other way besides waiting? I don't want to just wait around." "This is the most basic common sense in fighting a war, if the other side doesn't move, there must be an ambush, if they play any tricks, we will be finished." Starlight got angry, "Whether I have led soldiers into battle or not, I have never seen you so cowardly!" Han Feng looked at Starlight with a puzzled and unbelievable expression, and saw her walk to the front of the team and shout, "Guardians of Equality! Take your weapons! Charge with me!" Zheng Lin saw the other side moving, as if they were going to lead the troops to charge, and immediately stood up, "Everyone be alert!" The first row of shields was opened again, and the bullets were reloaded, the sound of metal colliding echoed in the air again. "Charge!!!!!" At Starlight's command, the little horses in the team rushed forward with wooden shields and spears, Zheng Lin saw that the other side was also desperate, but he thought again, the result of the United Nations vote hasn't come out yet, he can't start killing first, so he ------ "Shield soldiers line up! Ionization railgun ready!" The troop system started to operate, Han Feng looked at the changes in the other side's military formation, and her heart couldn't help but feel a knot. Starlight led the little horses to rush forward with all her strength, firing lasers, but they were all blocked outside the shield, the shields of the Qilins were too tight. A bright cannon barrel gradually appeared in the center of their field of vision, Starlight's heart climbed up a bit of fear, looking at the black muzzle, Starlight only felt the approach of fear. It's within range. "Fire!" Suddenly, a flash of electric light appeared, and a blue light flashed out from the black muzzle, the little horses only felt a numbness all over their bodies, and the weapons manipulated by magic all fell weakly to the ground, Starlight was leading the team at the front, and was ejected several meters away by the shock wave, a smell of burnt protein filled the air. "Round up the prisoners!" A group of Qilins quickly moved to the battlefield from the rear, the shield soldiers stepped aside, and hundreds of black gun holes like just now were aimed at the enemy. Now Han Feng had no choice, she couldn't take her two thousand elite soldiers to die, she was very entangled, watching Starlight being taken away, her heart deepened the hatred, in her feeling, Starlight was an impatient person, but a beloved monarch, which made her feel deeply regretful. The shield soldiers tied up the little horses from the town of equality and buckled them on the central radar column of the base, and some were put into temporary detention rooms. When Zheng Lin was tidying up the military, Zheng Guofei and his team came with the voting results, seeing that there were fewer troops on the other side, and the scattered weapons on the open ground, Zheng Guofei knew what had happened. He said to Zheng Lin, "They started it first?" Zheng Lin nodded and explained that the situation was urgent at the time and he didn't report to him in time, and non-lethal weapons were used. He pointed to the tied prisoners. Zheng Guofei nodded and discussed the voting results with the team leaders, finally, Zheng Lin had two commandos walk to the center of the lawn and started shouting at the Phosphorus Leopard army, "Hello, brothers... enemies! You good! We believe you are an elite division, and pay attention to etiquette before the army, after our internal discussion, we can have a peaceful negotiation! We don't want to provoke trouble either!" Since there was no microphone, he had to shout at the top of his lungs. Han Feng heard what he said clearly, but he still didn't move his troops, at this time it was often the most likely to be deceived. Zheng Lin saw that there was no response from the other side, and they didn't seem to be attacking, so he told Major Zheng, and had to let the soldiers remain vigilant and defend. A purple figure came rushing from the red side of the troops - it was Twilight. She came up and asked Zheng Lin in a rough tone, "Did you just launch an attack?" Zheng Lin said with a frown, "It was a small part that suddenly launched an attack, but you don't have to worry, they are not dead, over there." He took Twilight to the column where the prisoners were tied up and showed her around, saying, "They are just unconscious, and they can be questioned in a while." Twilight said angrily, "But this is a mission of friendship! The horse injury incident could have been avoided!" Zheng Lin sighed, he really didn't want to bring up that matter again, otherwise it would be a bit like his brother's demeanor - "Princess Twilight, do you remember what day it is today?" "Friday, what's the matter?" Twilight's answer was still mixed with anger. "Two weeks ago, what did you and your friends do? What did we say?" Twilight was silent. But Zheng Lin was slightly angered: "Perhaps, you have never had people die in your previous missions, but we do!" Then he began to list, his voice getting louder and angrier: "Titan Battle 300,000 people! Mars Battle 400,000 people! Oil War 300,000 people! Those soldiers who died were all killed while on missions!!! Including my father!!!!!!!" Then, his tone softened down, looking at Twilight, the corners of his eyes were filled with crystal-like tears. He sighed, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "Don't be like this, this is the second time you have cried since you came here, sometimes, you have to look at things from an objective angle, which is cruel, but sometimes you have to face some things." Zheng Lin said, his line of sight in his own eyes also began to blur, sobbing: "Just like... my father... I don't know him." Speaking of this, Twilight hugged Zheng Lin, the warm current surged from the front half of his body into his heart, the soft fur was like velvet and was closely attached to his face, the sound of sobbing and regret echoed in his ears: "I'm... sorry... everything will get better." Yu Hui has been watching on the side, she was planning to call them, but after seeing the whole process, she felt it was better to wait for the two to calm down before disturbing them, after all, at that time, it is estimated that the enemy will have new movements. \[If you think it's okay, please give me a thumbs up~\] --- "How long are these beasts going to stare at us?" "How should I know, in case they suddenly rush into your tent at night and wipe you out?" A conversation between two soldiers. It has been half an hour, although Zheng Guofei can still endure it, the military is already full of discussions. Han Feng saw that the enemy was still, coupled with the human initiative for peace talks before, his heart softened, but when she thought about it, if a peace talk could solve it, who will pay for the previous price? Zheng Guofei decided to have another peace talk, if it fails, he will resolutely fulfill the "Throne Agreement", withdraw the troops, and let Princess Celestia deal with this matter, but if the other party takes the initiative to attack, then how to fight will be how to fight, in the just voting, the United Nations specifically mentioned this matter, and Princess Celestia also agreed. This time he led the team himself, followed by a few elite soldiers he usually trained specially, in his words, it was to prevent any mishaps. He went straight to the front of the Phosphorus Leopard army and asked to meet with the leader of the Phosphorus Leopard army. Han Feng pondered a hundred times, discussed a few words in a low voice with a few generals beside her, and then walked to the front of the team and said, "Okay, but I demand that you withdraw your troops from this area." She hesitated for a moment, looked at the soldiers behind her: "Including our country and Equestria." Hearing the first half, Zheng Guofei felt okay, the second half was a bit inexplicable, he asked: "No... What are you talking about?" Han Feng thought the other party was pretending, and repeated her words loudly again. Major Zheng felt very puzzled in his heart, and continued to ask: "I'm sorry to ask again, how do you know we have some kind of origin with humans?" Han Feng grinned, "I saw it." Suddenly, she drew out her sword and stabbed towards Major Zheng, and a shield ejected suddenly - it was the soldier behind. "Only humans make such strange things." Han Feng retreated to the troops, and without any affection, ordered: "No matter how powerful they are, go up!" The Phosphorus Leopard soldiers received the news, the shield soldiers lined up in front, and the spears were set up from the gaps, this set of movements was neat and fast, and the sound was so consistent. Zheng Guofei frowned tightly, "Back off! Back off!" The Qilins saw the enemy was ready for weapons, and they were all alert, lining up. At this time, Zheng Lin and Twilight rushed up from behind the team, and saw the enemy approaching fiercely, and his brother was desperately retreating with two soldiers. Twilight saw this, and said anxiously, "What are you still doing? Save your brother first!" Zheng Lin chuckled, "Don't worry, do you think their speed can catch up?" Sure enough, Zheng Guofei returned to the team early, and said to Zheng Lin, "Do you know what to do?" Zheng Lin nodded confidently and commanded the soldiers, "Assault soldiers split on both sides! Attack the enemy's left and right wings!" He seemed to feel the unease in Twilight's heart, turned to look at Twilight, and said, "It seems that this time, there will have to be some sacrifices." Twilight's face looked bad, and she said weakly, "I understand..." Then Zheng Lin continued to shout to the rear camp: "Gamma rays and traditional artillery!" A huge, inhumanely shiny steel car drove up, pointing the energy-gathering barrel at the Macedonian phalanx. Just at this time, the assault soldiers on both sides began to attack. In the Phosphorus Leopard team - "They are attacking from both sides!!! Shield soldiers!!!!" "It's not working! They need to defend the front!!!" Han Feng was anxious in the team, shouting at the top of her voice: "Form a circle!!!! Shield soldiers disperse!!!! Form a circle!!!!" When the front troops reacted, a large number of spearmen had already fallen to the ground. On the grassland filled with the smell of burnt flesh, three large circles of Phosphorus Leopards appeared, defending the assault soldiers on the spot. Two groups of assault soldiers lined up densely on the grassland, raising their guns. "Don't shoot!!!" Zheng Lin shouted, and the soldiers held their guns, motionless. He walked down the slope and shouted at the Phosphorus Leopard troops: "Now I give you another chance! We can minimize the casualties!" Han Feng came out of the defense, and during the just assault, a laser beam brushed past her right side, scorching her wings, which are still sizzling, she endured the pain, "Our homeland has been devastated by you, our country is in danger! Just now, we have no home to return to!" She took out a scroll, on which were written a few small golden characters. Zheng Lin stepped forward and said with concern, "I don't know how we have devastated your country, but you might as well let me take a look at this scroll, maybe this way we can better understand the mistakes we have made." Han Feng's eyes were full of vigilance, she felt that Zheng Lin's hand of understanding did not seem to have any ill intent, but she was still very cautious, and controlled the scroll to throw it to Zheng Lin from a distance of a few meters. Zheng Lin nodded in thanks, then he opened the scroll - "To the respected King of the Cold Wind, the Kingdom of Aiphelek has brought you some unfortunate news. In the continuous struggle for three weeks, the subordinates and residents you left behind have shown extraordinary unity and courage, but with the joint efforts of three kingdoms, today, the capital of your kingdom - Malens has been captured and occupied by humans, they are still wantonly exploiting resources and enslaving Phosphorus Leopards, hoping that your expedition can bring back a result that will make the remaining four kingdoms feel relieved, at the same time, in the next resistance, we will also try our best to protect the homeland of the Phosphorus Leopard and jointly fight against the humans. King of Crete, Narsi King of Aiphelek, Surge of the Sea Chief of the Federal Commonwealth, Phisok Alliance of Goutlens, Klimel" Zheng Lin was stunned after reading, "Three weeks?" He pondered over this word in his heart, calculating the length of time they had been here. "Have you seen enough?!" Han Feng said angrily, Zheng Lin looked up at Han Feng and said seriously, "General, I think this matter has nothing to do with us, can we all put down our weapons and have a good talk." Han Feng heard that this matter related to the survival of the Phosphorus Leopard had nothing to do with the people in front of her, and her anger surged. When she glanced at the scorched soldiers, her own personal guards were all crawling among those stinking corpses, the firewall in her heart broke, she endured the immense hatred and pain, and finally squeezed out a sentence from her mouth: "Okay, I agree." Zheng Lin heard the other party's agreement and waved for the soldiers to put down their guns, but then Han Feng spoke again: "No! They have to throw that thing away!" Zheng Lin hesitated, but this didn't stump him, "Okay!" he said decisively, "Director of Military Equipment! Collect all the soldiers' guns!" The soldiers looked at each other, every expression seemed to say he was crazy, seeing the soldiers unresponsive, he strengthened his tone and shouted, "Quickly!" The captain who collected the guns took the laser guns from the row of soldiers and handed them over to the director of military equipment. Zheng Lin looked at Han Feng and saw her sigh, she said, "Disarm!" The soldiers threw their weapons on the ground one after another and followed the general into the base with Zheng Lin. Zheng Lin winked at Yu Hui, Yu Hui understood, signaling the friends on both sides to follow quietly, without making too much noise. \[If you think it's okay, please give me a thumbs up~\] --- --- They walked into the base together, and when they arrived at the door, Zheng Guofei waved his hand behind him, Zheng Lin understood, and said to Han Feng, "Please ask your subordinates to go out, and we will do the same." He raised his eyebrows, Han Feng stopped the soldiers behind her, and whispered an order: "I'll go, you guys don't come." Zheng Guofei nodded, led Han Feng into the room. This is a plastic shed with strict monitoring in all four corners, with several simple tables spread out side by side. Two horses and a tiger chose a few positions to sit on the ground, and the conversation began: "According to the information I just learned, you know us as the ones who are destroying your home?" asked the major. Han Feng suppressed her inner dissatisfaction and replied, "Yes, isn't it obvious enough?" She placed the scroll on the table and opened it. The major took the scroll and looked at it carefully, saying, "You are the Phosphorus Leopards? Is there a record at the VISTA Center?" He looked at Zheng Lin. Zheng Lin opened the window and swiped in the air a few times, shaking his head. Han Feng stared at Zheng Guofei, "What, don't believe it?" "I really don't believe it." Zheng Guofei said hastily, "However, you may take us to your place, we are trustworthy." "By what?" Han Feng asked sharply. "If we were what you said, we wouldn't have left those prisoners, let alone." He leaned over the table, "We are on the defensive." Han Feng was silent, if she did as they said, and the other party suddenly turned against them, then she would become the sinner of her hometown. She used magic to take back the scroll and looked at it herself. No... It's absolutely impossible... "How about it?" Zheng Guofei pressed. "Okay." She replied firmly, "I agree. I'll take you there." Zheng Guofei nodded, "Then let's set off tomorrow? Your soldiers are also tired, if you still feel the need to be on guard against us, we don't mind if you go back to the slope just now to rest." Han Feng was stunned, now she was indeed still on guard against this group of 'mutants', but compared with before, it was much smoother, maybe staying here tonight is the best way to test trust... After a long time, she looked at Zheng Lin. Zheng Guofei chuckled, looked at Zheng Lin. He nodded, led Han Feng out of the shed, found a soldier standing by the wall, and asked, "Charles, do we have any spare tents, arrange for the general and her soldiers." "Yes, follow me." Han Feng and Zheng Lin followed, came to an open space, at the edge of the base, near the communication station, there were several folding tents of different sizes stacked up. "Do you need help setting it up?" Zheng Lin turned to Han Feng. "No." Han Feng still held that majestic tone. "Okay, let's go." Zheng Lin looked at Charles and walked towards the center of the base together. Han Feng exhaled, looked at the sun in the sky, and silently closed her eyes. In the evening, bonfires had already been lit around the Phosphorus Leopard tents, and the scorching red light was splashed on the grass. Zheng Lin was in the communication station, watching, and a slight breath came from behind him. Because the resource supply in the base was originally only enough for the army to use, now there are more than a dozen horses, and some resources have been allocated to the Phosphorus Leopards, so the military is inevitably more crowded. Originally, he had a private room, but now he had to give up half of the bed, Major Zheng became a tiger, ah, no, a white tiger, and his body size increased several times, and he rested on the stools in the hall with some soldiers. He looked back at the sleeping Twilight, and her friends were lying across the sofa opposite, the five little horses said they would give the best place to the princess to sleep, and his half of the bed was still hard-won, as for those who came back from the human world, they slept in his brother's room. Zheng Lin hesitated for a moment, slowly leaned on one side of the bed, leaned back against Twilight. A few minutes later, he suddenly felt a chill on his ribs, a hard and furry object was placed on it. Zheng Lin was startled in his heart - it was Twilight's hoof. 'Well, forget it, I haven't had a night like this before...' ARF Technology Research Institute----- Z held a freshly prepared cup of coffee in his hand and sat alone on the rooftop terrace. The afterglow of the sunset shone into the room, casting a dark shadow behind him. "You know, a warrior who has just escaped from purgatory will only miss his comrades, he will not miss the battlefield." He said to his assistant. The assistant nodded and said, "Doctor, we have calculated the trajectory of the particle-like life form through the quantum computer this time..." Z interrupted and said, "Don't tell the United Nations first, let them figure it out themselves." Then, he sighed and said, "Okay, what else is there?" "We have also deduced the model of that four-dimensional creature." Z propped himself up and said, "Then you go back first, I will take a look later." He gestured with his hand. "Okay." After the assistant left, Z opened the window, and a new message popped up with a faint blue light on the side. He raised his finger and clicked on it. The picture that appeared made him feel surprised, this four-dimensional creature actually had his own appearance. Then, he scrolled to the bottom of the page, and when he checked the signal source, he was stunned. The life characteristic model of this creature is exactly the same as the underlying model of life characteristics on this planet! Z pondered for a while, then scrolled back to the picture of the creature. What the hell is this thing... He got closer and found that the creature seemed to be made up of various different creatures, not symmetrical on the left and right, and had facial features like humans, with red pupils. At this time, a call came in, he looked at it, it was the president, "What's up?" He opened the conversation, "Z, have you seen that four-dimensional creature?" "I'm looking at it, it's just a mess." He said as he pulled out that picture. "Ha, I thought so too, I thought it was a hybrid of some kind of animal." Z lit a cigarette and took a sip of tea, "This is the first time we have captured a picture of this creature." "Of course, our current means are not enough." "Well, we have a way, I'll send you a message." Then, he copied a segment of life characteristic information and sent it out. "Okay, I'll take a look." Z continued to say, "These two life characteristic information are exactly the same, which means we can use the existing resources on this planet to catch him." The president was silent for a few seconds on the other end, and replied, "Okay, do you know where this creature is now?" "It will always go home, and it has a three-dimensional form, so we can find it on the planet." The president sighed lightly, "Then it's up to you." "No problem." He put down his teacup and asked, "Where are you floating now?" The other party's chat box popped up a star chart, a few arrow-like things were swirling above Saturn, he replied, "Hasn't your place been colonized? We are going to come and have a look, and also take a look at your brother." Z smiled and said, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, another country has intervened in the middle, our fleet is in the hands of the United Nations, not to mention------Jie Luoke did something improper, we only have Andyo on the ground." "Hmm..." The other party was silent for a while, as if suddenly remembering something, "Hey, yesterday a few unregistered arms dealers wanted to buy a few general cannons and projection systems from us, but they had the latest battleship model for exchange in their hands, you help me deal with it, the settlement will be coordinated to my hands." "Okay." The call ended. Z leaned back in his lounge chair, sucking on the last cigarette in his hand.

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Even the loudest and the quietest can find middle ground in relaxation.

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<p>An unexpected bond forms between the vibrant music lover of Crystal Prep and the reclusive gardener of Canterlot High School.</p><hr/><p>A thank you to <a href="/user/319400/Scholarly-Cimmerian" rel="nofollow">Scholarly-Cimmerian</a> for proofreading before publishing. Cover by me.</p><p><span style="color:#265DAF">F</span><span style="color:#333">o</span><span style="color:#265DAF">u</span><span style="color:#333">r</span> <span style="color:#265DAF">o</span><span style="color:#333">f</span> <span style="color:#265DAF">S</span><span style="color:#333">i</span><span style="color:#265DAF">x</span><span style="color:#333">.</span></p>

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Lemon Zest hummed along to the music blasting through her headphones, the pop music putting a little bounce in her step as she walked. It was a route she always took to try and keep in shape and just get away from Crystal Prep for a time. The fact that she could listen to her favorite tunes along the way was just a bonus. She frowned as she felt her phone vibrate in her hand yet again and she stopped to check the screen. With a sigh, Lemon found it was just her friends, still talking about the science fair. They seemed to be close to a consensus, but she was never one for science stuff. She’d help them with whatever they came up with, of course, but she was tapped for ideas. Pocketing her phone, Lemon looked up to find she was across from Canterlot High School. A few of the students were still milling around out front after school was done for the day. She kept her distance as usual, realizing she was about halfway done with her route. She turned to her left and was surprised to see a flagstone path dipping into the woods across from CHS. Lemon frowned in confusion as she saw the trees and brush were trimmed neatly away from the path. She couldn’t remember it being here during the Friendship Games, though she didn’t often stop to admire the scenery when it came to CHS on her walks. Lemon glanced around before cautiously stepping onto the path. It was shorter than it appeared to be—and led to a cleared out space in the woods. Neat rows of plants stretched out on either side of the path, along with lush flowerbeds. A few young saplings were spaced out between the flowerbeds. The path ended in a circle near the middle of the clearing. Lemon took it all in with wonder, mouth agape. She turned as she looked above her, watching the canopy of leaves sway. She could remember when there was nothing here but woods and bushes. Not looking where she was going, Lemon backed into someone. Her headphones fell around her neck and she scrambled to shut off the music from her phone. “S-Sorry about that,” Lemon said, looking up. The girl she bumped into looked completely startled. She had long, messy green hair and freckled cheeks. Despite the relatively warm spring weather, she was wearing a striped sweater and jeans. “I-It’s alright, probably should’ve looked where I was… going…” The girl trailed off as her eyes fell to Lemon’s shirt. Lemon followed her gaze and realized she was staring at her Crystal Prep insignia. “Y-you’re from Crystal Prep?” the girl asked, taking a step back. Lemon held up her hands. “Whoa, easy. I’m not here on any kind of funny business. I’m Lemon Zest, and yes, I’m from Crystal Prep.” The girl studied her, working her jaw. “I’m Wallflower Blush,” she said quietly. “So, uh, what’s with this garden?” Lemon asked, gesturing around at the verdant space. “I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” “It belongs to the Canterlot High School Gardening Club,” Wallflower said, rubbing her arm. She added, in a quieter voice, “I’m, um, the president.” Lemon’s eyes widened as she turned back to Wallflower. “You and your club did all this?” Wallflower nodded. “This place is incredible! I’ve never seen something like this outside a greenhouse,” Lemon continued. “I’m surprised you made all of this out of a patch of woods.” Wallflower’s cheeks darkened. “Th-Thank you.” She fidgeted with the hem of her sweater and cleared her throat. “If you, uh, don’t mind, I am kinda busy. Gardening’s a lot of work.” She flashed a strained smile. Lemon blinked. “Oh, alright. I’ll swing by some other time then,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Wallflower.” “N-Nice to meet you, too,” Wallflower replied, waving to Lemon as she turned and left. Lemon figured the next day was as good a time as any. She arrived a little earlier than she had the day prior, and marveled at the afternoon sun filtering through the canopy overhead. She found Wallflower on her knees, wearing gloves and digging in a newly made flowerbed. A carton of new plants, barely even sprigs, was set next to her. “Hey, Wallflower!” Lemon called, lowering her headphones and walking over. Wallflower jumped, nearly rising to her feet. She relaxed a little when she saw who it was. “Oh, h-hey. Um, Lemon, wasn’t it?” “Yeah, the girl from Crystal Prep,” Lemon said, flashing a grin. “Whatcha up to?” Wallflower turned back to her work. “Well we poured the soil for a new flowerbed. I figured I’d get a head start on planting the new starts. Heh…” Lemon nodded, looking around the garden. “So, where are all the other members of the Gardening Club?” “Oh, it’s after club hours. It’s alright though, I like being on my own like this.” Wallflower quickly flinched and flashed Lemon an apologetic smile over her shoulder. “B-But I don’t mind you being here.” Lemon tilted her head. “Why do you like being alone?” Wallflower huffed, turning back to the flowerbed. “It’s… always come natural to me, I guess. Being in the background. Don’t get me wrong, starting the Gardening Club has been… exciting. The most I ever thought I’d do is work for the Yearbook Committee. But… being alone in the garden helps me relax. Destress and stuff.” Lemon nodded. “Yeah, I get that.” Wallflower frowned, glancing back at her. “Really?” she asked, skeptically. “Well, my favorite thing to do is chill on my own too. Just… listening to music. It helps clear my head,” Lemon explained. Wallflower slowly nodded. “Yeah. I guess that sounds kinda like me…” Lemon jumped when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She quickly fished it out and read the screen. She sighed when she saw it was from Indigo, wanting her to meet up with the rest of them at the library. “Fine, on my way,” Lemon muttered, typing in her response. She pocketed her phone and flashed an apologetic smile at Wallflower. “Sorry, my friends need me for a project we’re working on, but I’ll totally come back tomorrow. Maybe I could even help you out.” “Oh, sure,” Wallflower said, smiling softly. “I’d… like that. See you tomorrow.” Lemon quickly sprinted back out of the garden, waving goodbye to Wallflower. She waved goodbye back, before turning back to the flowerbed, her face burning. Lemon returned the next day, slipping on a pair of gloves she had borrowed from shop class. They had plenty of pairs, they’d hardly miss one. While she wasn’t entirely familiar with the ins and outs of gardening, gloves seemed like a safe bet to have on hand. As she walked down the garden path, she was surprised to see Wallflower there—holding a CD player. Lemon blinked. “What’s with the CD player?” Wallflower’s cheeks darkened and she rubbed her arm. “Well, I remember you saying yesterday that music helps you to relax, so I figured I’d bring my CD player, but… I don’t know what kind of music you liked.” She sighed and set the CD player on the ground near the flower bed she was working on yesterday. Lemon blushed, rubbing the back of her head. “Darn, I didn’t bring any CDs with me,” Lemon said. “I kinda like… a lot of different stuff. Depends on my mood or what I’m working on. Like, I like listening to instrumental stuff when I’m relaxing. Next time, though, I’ll definitely bring some.” Wallflower slipped on her pair of gardening gloves. “I’m actually kinda glad you’re here. The club is starting a new potted plant project and I could use the help moving the pots and soil.” “Sure thing,” Lemon said. “Lead the way.” Lemon followed Wallflower down a narrow dirt path that weaved in-between some of the beds and rows, leading to a modest wooden shed tucked away near the edge of the woods. The two of them quickly got to work, ferrying large ceramic pots from their neat stacks to specific spaces on the circular path. Wallflower paused as she adjusted one of the pots. “So, uh, how often do you unwind? With music and stuff,” she asked. Lemon wiped her brow with the back of her gloved hand. “Quite a bit, actually. Crystal Prep is stressful like you wouldn’t believe,” she admitted. “Really?” Lemon nodded. “Everyone’s super competitive and always trying to be the best at whatever they’re doing. It takes a lot of hard work and studying to keep your grades up, and I need a break whenever I can get it.” “You guys did seem pretty competitive during the Friendship Games,” Wallflower remarked, heading back for another pot. She froze when she realized what she said and looked to Lemon. “You were there?” Lemon asked. Wallflower nodded. “Like I said, always in the background.” Lemon sighed, her shoulders sagging as she looked towards Canterlot High down the path. “H-Hey,” Wallflower said, walking over to her. “You don’t seem obsessed with winning or being the best now. You seem… I dunno, chill.” “Yeah, that was mostly Principal Cinch,” Lemon said bitterly. “I’m glad she’s been replaced.” They stood there in silence for a moment before Lemon continued on with their task and Wallflower followed. They worked like that, silently, for a few minutes more, until Lemon sighed as she set down a bag of potting soil. “You know, I’m… I’m sorry, for what happened at the Friendship Games,” she said, looking to Wallflower. “It just occurred to me that we never really apologized for kickstarting that fiasco.” Wallflower flashed a smile. “It’s alright. That wasn’t the weirdest thing I’ve seen at CHS,” she said. “Oh yeah? What was weirder than that?” Lemon asked. “Well there was the Fall Formal,” Wallflower said. “And the Battle of the Bands. Those were doozies…” Wallflower continued on, the two talking and laughing together, long after they had finished their work. Lemon shifted on her feet in front of the garden entrance the next day, her grip tightening on one of the backpack’s straps. Her headphones were around her neck already as she had found her music wouldn’t settle her nerves for once. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before walking down the garden path. Lemon found Wallflower, sweeping some fallen leaves and loose dirt off the flagstone path. From the state of the path, it seemed she was almost done. When she noticed Lemon approaching, Wallflower perked up and flashed her a smile. “Hey, Lemon,” she said. When she noticed Lemon’s appearance, her smile fell. “What’s wrong?” “I’ve… never really done this sort of thing before,” Lemon said, shrugging as she looked off into the woods. She found it incredibly hard to look at Wallflower, and felt her cheeks already starting to warm. “I mean, I’ve had a great time hanging out with you, Wallflower.” Wallflower winced, her grip tightening on the broom. “B-But…?” she whispered, sensing it coming. Lemon didn’t seem to notice, letting out an irritated huff at her own hesitance. She forced herself to look at Wallflower. “I was wondering… if you’d want to… I dunno… go out sometime. I just… I feel some kind of connection with you I’ve never felt with anyone before.” Wallflower’s face grew beet red. “I-I… uh…” She swallowed. “Yeah… sure. I’d l-like that,” she stuttered. “I’d like that… very much, but, uh… where would we go?” Lemon smiled through her blush and slipped off her backpack, setting it on the ground. She reached inside and pulled out a few CD cases and a green pair of headphones like her own. “Well, we could start right here,” she offered. “If you still have that CD player.” Wallflower grinned and nodded, hurrying back towards the shed and returning with the CD player in question. The two of them found a grassy spot underneath a tall tree near the edge of the garden. They hooked up their headphones and Lemon popped in one her of instrumental CDs. She pressed play and the two of them sat against the tree, one of Lemon’s favorite chill songs playing through their headphones. Their hands found one another, their fingers netting together in perfect harmony as they watched the sky together.

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Original Character,Adventure,Drama,Tragedy,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Desert Does not Forget

Pea Shooter escaped Tobuck, his family prospered. Yet he always was vague about his businesses there, enough that when his granddaughter stumbles across a symbol familiar from the scarf he gave her, she does not know what awaits her.

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<p>Four decades after the events of EaW, Silver Rose - granddaughter of the Equestrian business magnate Pea Shooter, is on a gap year trip around the world. In a Maregyptian store, she comes across an old orange flag with a familiar symbol on it. She does not know its story, but knows that her grandfather once gave her a beautiful scarf with that exact symbol on it. </p><p>She's thrilled, remembering how her grandfather never could quite remember where he got that scarf, and decides she has to find out more about it. And as luck would have it, a tribe of Imazeeb - the Ataghan - have recently made camp close to the city, and their elder Umalez is all too willing to tell the tales.</p>

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Bucksiris, Maregypt, 1049 So let's go! Straight into the future Yeah let's go! We're ready to roll Come let's go We're ready to start now Every stallion, every mare, every foal! The synth hit was blaring from the small radio as the tourist bus - an overloaded green vehicle with Maregypt Grand Tour etched on the side - rolled through the streets of Bucksiris at high speed. Dozens of voices inside of it joined in, creating a cacophony that drowned out the bus as it rolled up to the hotel that awaited them. The mood was on top, even if Silver Rose couldn't wait to get out of the cramped vehicle. 'Undiscovered Pearl of the Green Bay', yeah right. This pearl was plenty discovered if the other Equestrians around her were any indication. Half tumbling out of the vehicle and making sure to grab both Blueberry Bloom and her saddlebags, Silver Rose took quick stock of her surroundings with a grin. Actually, she started to get what they were going on about. This place just oozed that REAL Zebrican style instead of just copying Equestria. "Uuuuugh, did he really have to go that fast?" Blueberry Bloom groaned as she tried to calm her stomach as Quick Leap got off as well. "Oh come on." Silver Rose rubbed her friend's back to help her calm down. "We're in Zebrica, y'know? Gotta like, get with the local way of doing things." "I'll get with it, just please make the world stop spinniiiiiiing..." Blueberry Bloom whined as she was helped into the shade and Silver Rose gave her a bottle of water to drink as they took a minute to let her get back in the fight. Thankfully, their journey didn't hold any more wild bus rides for now at least, and Quick Leap had already spotted their hotel. It was a large four story building painted white and blue, with lattice windows and decorated doors. To Silver Rose, it looked almost like a palace of some maregyptian noble, and she quickly waved away the ideas of torrid desert romance that flashed through her head to instead focus on getting checked in to focus on where they were After getting a room for them to share and installing themselves, they got themselves installed and seated on the balcony with a large pitcher of sweet mint tea to enjoy the view. "This place is great." Silver Rose gushed as she looked around. "I mean look at it, it looks like a palace! Why don't we have stuff like this back home? All it's missing is, like, a sultan or something." "Hoping for some dashing desert prince to sweep you away?" Quick Leap asked, Blueberry Bloom meanwhile being more interested in savouring the tea. Silver Rose shrugged with a grin. "I dunno, is he out there somewhere?" She looked out over the balcony down at the bustle of the street below. The street was packed with all sorts of things much like Somnambula; street vendors hawking their goods, transport carts and vehicles moving about, ponies everywhere living their lives. Though... there was something new. "Hey girls, look at this!" she called out to her friends, pointing at the group of zebras further up the street. They were all dressed in robes, much like the ponies around them, but they looked distinctly different all the same. Even from here, Silver Rose could tell that several of them were decked out in gold and silver, while others were carrying weapons openly. As they walked, several locals were getting out of their way. "Wow, who are those?" "I think... those are Imazeeb, yeah?" Quick Leap said as she too leaned over the railing to take a look. Blueberry Bloom joined in, still sipping her tea. "The desert nomads? Wow..." Silver Rose watched the zebras with eager glee in her eyes as they passed by beneath the window. They were so cool! They looked like they had stepped out of the pages of history - hard bitten desert warriors to whom the Zebhara was home. She bet if she talked to them they'd have all sorts of amazing adventures to tell her about. "Oh I hope they're here to trade or something. Look at those swords!!" One of the zebras turned his head, looking up at them, and the three mares instinctively ducked out of the way like naughty school fillies. A couple seconds later though, Silver Rose peered up over the railing down at the group, and her eyes met the zebra's where he stood, looking up at her. He was a tall zebra with sharp features and piercing, sky-blue eyes. His robes were white, excepting the dark green headwrap, and he carried a sword at his side. Also, Silver Rose realised in awe, his face was decorated with golden tattoos. Their silly jokes about a "desert prince" came back to her full force, and she felt her heart skip a beat as they looked at each other. For a second he was still, studying her, before a small smirk crossed his face. He nodded slowly towards them before turning around and catching up with the rest of the zebras. Silver Rose was left standing there, gawking after him. "Uhm... Rose... you're like... deep red?" Blueberry Bloom asked after a few seconds. "Shaddap." —xxxx— With a good night's rest behind them, the young mares went out to hit the market. Like in Somnambula, it was a cavalcade of foreign experiences and flavours, beautiful crafts of all stripes, new sounds and experiences, but somehow even more so. Unlike in Somnambula, where it at times felt like you were in Equestria, Silver Bloom relished being in the minority here. The vast majority of those moving here were maregyptians or zebras, and the genuineness of it all thrilled her to the core. Between the intricate jewellery - of which Silver Rose bought a hoofful right off - the beautiful clothing and the foodstuff of all kinds, she could have walked here for hours and not get bored. It was towards the edge of the market, at a fabric store though, that she spotted something. Asking her friends to give her a second, she stepped into the small building towards the back. Giving the proprietor, an old mare, a quick smile and nod in greeting, she walked to where rows of fabrics were hanging. They looked like flags almost, and one of them looked eerily familiar. The flag was orange, worn with age and frayed along the edges. It had a rhombus in the middle, with rectangles going out diagonally from it and triangles with holes in them on the straight angles. It all formed part of a greater diamond, and to Silver Rose it was like a lightning bolt had struck. "Excuse me! What is this pattern? Does it mean anything?" she asked the proprietor. The old mare shuffled up to the racks and studied the flag. "Yes, yes... an Imazeeb symbol. They flew this flag many years ago. A great and powerful queen, Mekiouzza, conquered much of the coast. This was her flag. It is a strong flag, a warrior flag. You have a good eye for flags, ma'am. For you, only fifty bits." "Deal!" Normally, Silver Rose loved haggling, had loved it since she landed in Zebrica, but right now she didn't care. As she came out, holding the tattered old flag in one hoof, her friends stared at her. "Did you just pay fifty bits for that?" Quick Leap asked with a tone of incredulity in her voice "Yeah!" Silver Rose couldn't stop smiling as she looked down at the pattern. She was still reeling, and her mind was racing at a million miles per hour. "Remember when we were skiing in Yakyakistan, the scarf I used back then? It was red and white and orange and had all these zigzags on it. You remember? Like, it's in my bag at the hotel. It had this symbol on it!" She held up the flag for them to see. "And like... I got it from grandpa when I was a filly! I found it in his attic! He said he got it when doing business in other countries when mom was a filly, but he couldn't remember where he got it! It's an Imazeeb symbol! I could find out where it came from!" The words came tumbling out of her. Her entire life, her grandfather had been her idol. He had built up their family's fortune travelling the world, and his home had been a treasure trove of amazing things from across the world. When she was a filly and her parents were away, she'd spent hours listening to his stories and rummaging through his attic. The idea that she could actually unravel the mystery of this scarf was enough to make her giddy. "We're not going into the desert, are we?" Blueberry Bloom asked with a pained grimace. "Nah, I've got a better idea." —xxxx— "You really think walking up to some random zebra and asking questions like this is going to work?" Quick Leap asked as the three mares peered out from behind the corner at the zebra further down the road. He was standing by a stand, discussing something with the vendor, and Silver Rose muttered to herself to try to psych herself up for what she was even going to say. "No it'll work great, just gotta figure out what to say." The zebra's friend had left a minute ago, and she was starting to get a bit stressed out. "I don't like this, it feels like we're creeping on him." Blueberry Bloom muttered, trying to remain hidden behind the two others. Silver Rose was about to answer when suddenly... "BOOH!" The voice came from behind, making the three mares shriek and tumble forward. Crashing into the ground in a confused pile, they were left trying to scramble to their hooves as they saw another zebra having appeared behind them, currently laughing his flank off at them. "Why are you hiding and staring at us?" he asked, still laughing at them as passersby had stopped to witness the spectacle. To make it even worse, Silver Rose saw that it was the Zebra who had seen her yesterday. "Are you thieves? If you are then you are the worst thieves ever. Come, get up." He held out a hoof to help Silver Rose up and she accepted it with a face that rapidly was turning beet red again. "Why are you peeping at us?" He asked as he helped her friends get up as well. "Uhm I-like-I didn't-like I was gonna-you know-I got here-the thing..." she babbled like a complete lunatic, staring down at the zebra's hooves as she wanted to sink through the ground and disappear. "Is... she sun-sick?" The zebra asked her friends and Silver Rose heard the uncertainty in his voice. She felt like she could have hurled herself into the Green Bay and made the entire thing evaporate from how burning hot her face was. "No, she's just an idiot," Quick Leap groused as she gave Silver Rose a shove. "Hey, ask him about the flag." "Ah, yeah, sorry!" Silver Rose fumbled in her saddlebags and got out the flag. "I-I bought this. They said it was an Imazeeb symbol. I just wanted to like, ask if you knew anything about it or... yeah." The zebra looked down at the flag, brow furrowing as he took it from her to study it, and Silver Rose made sure to shut up and not dig herself any deeper. She was being SUCH a weirdo right now... "Why do you ask?" the zebra asked her after a moment. The look on his face was strange, and it set off alarm bells for Silver Rose. Please don't let her have stepped in it right now... "Well... my grandfather gave me a scarf when I was a filly. It had the same symbol on it, and he didn't know where he came from. I just wanted to know if it meant something special." "Zudad!" the zebra called out to his friend, who came up to him, and the two looked down at the symbol as they murmured between each other. "What is your name?" "S-Silver Rose." Silver Rose started to feel worried now. "I am Tahelwidt Ataghan. You say your grandfather had... what was it? A gift that carried this symbol?" "That's the thing, I don't know where it's from. A gift, something he bought, I don't know." "This is more than an Imazeeb symbol." Tahelwidt told her severely. "This is the mark of Zarantia. This flag..." he studied its edges, tracing the patterns. "Yes, this is a real flag. It is made like the mother would have." He murmured as he spoke, looking up at it with a deeper furrow in his brow. "You should not buy this like a trinket at the market." "Oh... I'm really sorry, I didn't know." Silver Rose felt how her stomach dropped. Had she just done something really disrespectful? "Please, I can give it to you if that's better. I only wanted to know where my grandpa could have gotten that scarf, nothing else." "I cannot tell you how your grandfather got this... but maybe..." he glanced at Zudad and the two seemed to silently agree on something as they both nodded. "Tonight, come with us to the bay. Our elder was there when Zarantia lived. Bring the scarf, and I will introduce you to her. There is no greater storyteller among our people, and if she does not know, no zebra will know." "R-really? That's great, thank you so much. I-hey!" Silver Rose was cut off as Quick Leap dragged her back to her friends and into a quick huddle. "Hey, are you sure about this?" Quick Step hissed under her breath. "We don't know these zebras. Should we really be running off into the desert just like this?" "Come on!" Silver Rose could barely contain herself. "Listen to them! We can get a meeting with an elder! What, are we just going to drop this chance?" "They look scary." Blueberry Bloom whispered. "I don't know... what if we're kidnapped or something?" "We can hear you." The three mares all startled as Tahelwidt spoke up. Looking back at the two zebras, they saw both of them looking anything but amused. "When a guest comes to us, we will fight an army to protect them if that is what it takes. Hospitality is sacred, and the Ataghan do not violate it. You do not understand the insult you just gave us." "I am SO sorry." Silver Rose said hurriedly. "They don't mean anything by it." Were they just racking up insult after insult here? She turned back to her friends to cut them off before they said something more stupid. "Look, if you don't want to, then don't come, but I'm going. I need to know." She turned back to the two zebras again, bowing her head. "Again, I'm sorry. I feel like we're just making foals of ourselves, but please, I would be honoured to be your guest." "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to call you kidnappers. I'm sure you don't kidnap much at all, ah, I mean..." Blueberry Bloom stumbled over herself, trying to apologise, and Quick Leap facehoofed in exasperation. Thankfully, if the zebras took offence they didn't respond by walking off, but rather by bursting into laughter again. Silver Rose meanwhile couldn't stop blushing from embarrassment. Why were she and her friends so stupiiiiiiid? —xxxx— The pickup truck came to a skidding halt just outside the large encampment, and Silver Rose began to slowly try to peel herself off the vehicle. She was hyperventilating, feeling like she must have imagined the trip. Either that, or these lunatics had - among other things - driven their pickups up what had looked like a three hundred foot wall of sand, roaring up it at a forty-five degree angle! "Do you not drive fast in Equestria?" Tahelwidt asked as he dismounted and came up to her. Around him, the other nomads were dismounting and unloading. Silver Rose and her friends, meanwhile, took more time. "Yes, but we drive on roads!" Silver Rose shakily dismounted only to have to be caught by Tahelwidt. "T-thanks." "You'll be fine, come on. The elder awaits." Tahelwidt let her go to stand on her own legs and It was first now that Silver Rose could take stock of the camp she had arrived at. It was a camp of several dozen tents clustering near the shore, all of them white, and around them dozens if not hundreds of figures moved like little black dots against the pale brown desert sand. A row of vehicles stood lined up outside the camp, and the entire settlement seemed fixed around one larger tent in the middle of it all. It just hit her that this was real. They really lived like this. Nomads weren't just a romantic storybook thing, they were real! Their presence drew attention, quite a lot, and especially the foals of the village. They were anything but shy about their curiosity as well, and surrounded them in a chattering flock. Unlike Tahelwidt, however, they didn't seem to speak more than a few words of Equestrian. Though Silver Rose did her level best to greet them, the language barrier meant that all she could really do was to show off the various things she carried which they pointed at. It all became a bit much, especially when one of them began prodding at her cutie mark and making her yelp in surprise. Thankfully, Tahelwidt yelled something, making the foals back off a bit. "Thank you..." She felt flustered. It was like Hearthswarming Eve at grandpa's house, only without knowing how to tell the foals to knock it off. As they were ushered into the larger tent and out of the foals' reach, she couldn't help but be a bit relieved; a sensation that quickly was swapped for awe. She had expected a camping tent, but the tent they entered looked more luxurious than even their hotel room. The ground was covered by carpets and pillows, with furniture designed for it. The faint smell of incense hung in the air, and a kerosene lamp softly illuminated the entire tent. In the far end of it, leaning over a small stove with a teapot on it, stood someone she just knew had to be the elder. She was a small mare, hunched over and white-haired from age, with deep green and blue robes and a necklace of golden discs around her neck. Much like Tahelwidt, she had golden tattoos and pale blue eyes, and she rose up straight as she saw them. "Now who are these you've brought home with you, child?" She spoke Equestrian almost without an accent, picking up a cane and hobbling up to them. A kindly smile had already spread over her face. "Equestrian tourists, mother," Tahelwidt looked at them, waving a hoof to tell them to properly introduce themselves. Silver Rose rapidly obliged, feeling like she was meeting the princess or something. "My name is Silver Rose, ma'am." She bowed, and even managed to get through the introduction without stuttering, and her friends followed suit. "It's a p-pleasure to meet you." "Umalez Ataghan, mother of your guide here, and elder of this little gathering." The old mare returned the bow with a small nod. "Please, come sit down for some tea. Where did you pick these mares up, dear?" She asked Tahelwidt. Silver Rose wasn't sure what she had expected, but between the weirdness of how all this had happened and the long journey out here, she'd expected someone more imposing. The mare in front of her seemed more like a sweet old grandma. "We met them in the town today." Tahelwidt put his sword by the tent flap and stepped in as well. As the mares sat down, he collected a small tray of cups and brought it up to them, pouring some tea in each cup. "At first, I thought they were spies, they stood by a corner and stared at us. I went up behind them to surprise them. It turned out they had questions they wanted to ask. I said that you were the one who would know what to answer." "I see... thank you dear." Umalez took a cup from him and sipped it. "I hope you will forgive an old nag, but among the Imazeeb, we do not start with business. It is our custom to speak of other things first so that we can get a better understanding of each other." "Oh yes, of course, I'm just glad to be here. It's okay if we wait." Silver Rose lied through her teeth, and she got a feeling that Umalez understood that if the amused twinkle in her eye was any indication.. "Thank you for your patience. But tell me, who are you? You seem quite young to be travelling the world. What has brought you to Maregypt?" While she was impatient enough to almost bounce where she sat, the young mare told Umalez of what they were doing, with Quick Leap filling in here and there. They explained the gap year trip they were doing before starting university, and all the things they wanted to see. Having first gone skiing in Yakyakistan, they had gone to enjoy the beaches of Les Merediennes. Fresh from there, they had come to Maregypt to see the real Zebrica after which they'd be heading for Kiria, and after that back to Equestria after a week of partying in Sicaemon. Umalez, meanwhile, seemed enthralled with what they were telling them, peppering them with questions. Skiing especially became a point of interest for her, and Blueberry Bloom ended up having to create a small image with magic to demonstrate how it was meant to work. How did they have money for such a grand trip? Was that really something that people could just do these days? Did all Equestrians make such grand journeys? Did they really go to the islands to lie on the beach and jump around in the water all day? Why were they going to those destinations specifically? In the end, it was Silver Rose's rumbling stomach that snapped her out of the conversation and made her realise they'd been sitting and talking for over an hour. The tea was long gone, and outside the skies were starting to darken. "Aah that does not sound good." Umalez definitely had noticed the rumbling. "We should do something about that. Ask your questions, and then I would be happy to have you accompany us for dinner." Silver Rose realised she'd almost completely forgotten about her question. "Oh, yeah!" She opened her saddlebags to take it out, almost wishing their conversation didn't have to end. Still, she had to know. "I was at the market, and I saw a flag in one of the stalls there which I bought. Your son told me it was important, and that I shouldn't buy it. It was a Zarantian flag. I didn't know though, all I knew was that my grandfather gave me this when I was a filly." She found the scarf and took it out, holding it out and giving it over to Umalez. "Tahelwidt told me this symbol matters a lot, so I don't think grandpa would have just bought it at a market. Do you know anything about where it could have come from?" She looked at Umalez with bated breath and a racing heart. If she could actually figure this out, it'd be such a gift for her grandfather. She could return from her gap year trip full of stories, and sit her grandpa down and tell her 'This is a Zarantian scarf! Were you ever in Zarantia? That's where it is from, it's a sacred symbol!' Maybe she could even bring him here to meet Umalez? She felt her eagerness grow and grow, yet then it was suddenly punctured. Umalez' reaction wasn't what she had expected at all. The old zebra had taken the scarf, looking down at it with an unreadable expression at first. Then she closed her eyes, and a slow, shivering breath escaped from her. In the dim light of the tent, Silver Rose could see tears running down her face. "Tahelwidt, please step outside." She told her son, who hesitated. He looked between Silver Rose and his mother for a moment before getting up and stepping outside. Silver Rose meanwhile felt a lump forming in her throat. Oh Twilight, what had happened? "Your grandfather's name... is it Pea Shooter?" Silver Rose found herself at a loss for words. How?! How had she known that?! As she didn't reply, Umalez kept talking. "Tell me, do you love and honour your grandfather? Has he been a good patriarch for your family? Do you trust his judgement?" For every question Silver Rose, who until now never had considered anything else, found herself giving a hesitant yes. Umalez nodded slowly, stroking the scarf as she did so. "Then all I will tell you is that your grandfather was a stallion of great determination. He knew what he wanted, and he got it. However." The last word was delivered softly, but it cut Silver Rose off and made it impossible for her to object. "If you wish to know more I will tell you, but not here. You will come with us of your own volition as we head northeast, to Shizra. I will tell you what you need to know as we travel, and when we get there, you will learn the full truth. Afterwards, you can take a train to Tobuck and continue your journeys. Otherwise, consider this scarf a trifle from your grandfather's attic, the history of which is lost to time, and continue living your life. I am sorry for putting you in this position, little one, but this is how it must be." She held out the scarf to Silver Rose, who stared down at it in disbelief. —xxxxxx— "Hey mom and dad! It's little miss worldwide! I'm in Bucksiris right now, everything's great, and we're taking a little detour to this place called Shizra before going to Tobuck. We met a bunch of nomads that will let us come along with them across the border. We'll be in Tobuck in four days, I'll call you when I get there! Love you!" Pea Shooter stared out into the void as he listened to the message for the twentieth time. His daughter had called him yesterday, besides herself and rambling about how Silver Rose had gone off into the desert. Having rushed over to speak with her in person, he had thought it was just some harebrained idea until he had heard the message - whereupon he had almost had a heart attack. Rewinding the tape and listening to it again, he felt his mind race at a million miles per hour trying to understand. Of all the places and all the peoples... Why was she going there? Staring at the map he had gotten out, he tried to figure out any explanation that wasn't a disaster. Four days? Her boat to Tobuck was meant to have left Bucksiris today, and she'd be two days late for her flight to Kiria making this detour. Also, 'everything's great'? That couldn't have sounded more forced if she had tried. His assistant had been calling the NZF Department of Tribal Affairs and tried to get some answers, only to be told by a snippy bureaucrat that they didn't launch investigations into every foreigner that entered tribal lands just because their relatives got jumpy. He silently begged that he was just paranoid as he began making calls himself. He'd have to find a private investigator in the area to look into the whole matter. That, and possibly a mercenary group or two. He had thought himself done with that part of the world, but it didn't seem to be quite done with him. Just please don't let it be that his granddaughter got swept up in something here. —xxxx— Yesterday had been a blur for Silver Rose. Having stayed the night in the Ataghan encampment, she had awoken to confusion and uncertainty. What she had hoped was a fun mystery about her grandfather's past had turned out to be something way bigger and probably way darker than she had imagined, and she had considered taking the offer of just dropping it all and moving on with her life. Yet, she'd always been too curious for her own good, and she'd been told that wanting to know the truth and not settling for what was convenient was a good thing. Her friends had seen it in her eyes and Quick Leap had sarcastically asked if her answer was 'yes' or 'of course!'. At least the Imazeeb had seemed thrilled by her coming along, and had quickly begun chattering among each other about the things that they had to show their 'guests' when they got there. Tahelwidt had barely had time to translate one idea before another came up. Hurrying back to Bucksiris to cancel their room and try to get a refund for her part of the room, leaving messages for her parents and assuring them they'd get in touch once they reached Tobuck as well as gearing up for the trip, she'd been all over the place. Blueberry Bloom and Quick Leap had promised to take her things and meet up with her in Tobuck in four days' time; The former's stomach would never agree with the desert trip if the ride to the encampment had been any indication, and Quick Leap wasn't going to let Blueberry Bloom try to take a boat on her own. It was a strange goodbye, but four days would pass in a blur they promised each other. The journey, in contrast, was at once tedious and enthralling. The landscape was mainly one desert dune after another, but sitting next to Umalez in the truck as it rolled north, Silver Rose found herself wishing it'd never end. The Ataghan elder was a storyteller unlike any that Silver Rose had met, and she listened rapturously to the tales the old zebra spun. Umalez told her the legends of the Imazeeb; of their gods and their beliefs. The Celestial Gods who wove the world, the little gods of Hearth, Home and Hope, the devouring Worm Queen who ended all things, tales of flying cities and tatzlwurms large enough to devour entire tribes, myths of what was and what would come. All of it was told with a soft, almost hypnotic, lilting voice. By the time they reached the river that demarcated the Maregyptian/NZF border and settled in to wait for a boat to help them across, Silver Rose was enthralled. She felt almost like she could just throw away her earthly belongings and join them in the desert. As hot as it was, Umalez' stories made it all feel right somehow, like this place was not simply a scorched wasteland, but a true home. "Has my mother's stories spellbound you yet?" Tahelwidt asked as they stood up on a large, watching the other side of the river where the ferry could be seen. "Well, you know, maybe a little?" Silver Rose tried to make an innocent face. "You were right though, she really is an amazing storyteller. It's like... why is she living out on the road like this? She should be making performances in the big cities, she'd pack theatres in moments!" Her eagerness died off a little when Tahelwidt's smile vanished. "...did I say something stupid? I'm sorry if I did..." "No, no... you are right," Tahelwidt shook his head. "But stories are powerful, and sometimes, they are dangerous. Mother knows that. Listen to her, you'll understand." And as they crossed, the stories continued. Umalez told of ancient eras, when the Imazeeb did not exist as a unified term. All that existed were hundreds of different tribes with their own thoughts and wills, and it was only in other countries that the word arose. Mercenaries serving at the behest of foreign rulers found that those from other tribes had customs more familiar than their employers. Caravans hired to bring goods through the zebhara saw the many different ways of life around zebrica and understood the commonalities they shared. Thoughts and ideas flowed from one tribe to another, and tribes grew over time. Hundreds became dozens, and soon the term 'Imazeeb' arose to describe them along with another word: Amsisi. Amsisi was kinship, it was an agreement. It was to look at a stranger and foreigner, shake his hoof and agree that you both wanted the same thing. It was to answer 'are you with us or against us' with 'what is the matter at hoof?'. It was fluid like the seasons, but no less strong for it. Though friends could become enemies, enemies could become friends as well. Such was Amsisi. Such was the role of Aguellid - the great leader who could unite all the tribes in times of need. Such was the tool picked up by Mekiouzza Ataghan. She spoke the name with reverence, and yet she did so just as the truck came to a stop so that they could make camp for the night. Silver Rose was near frothing, and it took all her strength to not grab Tahelwidt and shake him furiously, demanding that they kept on going. Yet, they made camp, the sight of the night sky above almost made the delay worth it. The sky above them was full of stars, more than she had ever seen before. With no background light pollution, she suddenly understood why they called it a 'sea of stars'. She ended up sitting with them, watching the sky and telling stories of it. It was like nothing existed here beyond this great family and the stars above, and Silver Rose wished it'd never end. As they set off the next day, the stories took on a more concrete form. No longer tales of centuries and tribes, this story started a hundred years ago, with the ascendancy of Umalez' mother, Mekiouzza. A young and ambitious chieftess born to the then great Ataghan Clan, Mekiouzza had risen to fame when Tobuck, back then a part of the Kingdom of Warzena, had rebelled against their overlords. Seeking Imazeeb mercenaries to help them, Mekiouzza had managed to gather not just aid, but an army, for the city. Sweeping in from the desert, they had crushed the Warzenan army and freed Tobuck from their masters. Yet that was not the end of it, and Mekiouzza had turned the tables on the merchants who hoped to just pay off and dismiss the Imazeeb. Instead she had found allies both in Tobuck and among the tribes to create something more; Zarantia. Taking Amsisi to its logical conclusion, Mekiouzza saw no Ataghan or Amsarmud or Talat. All she saw was Imazeeb and a world that was leaving them behind. In an era of rifles, what did swords mean? In an era of steel vessels and combustion engines, what did swift legs and determination meant? Modern nation states could leverage forces that divided tribes never could meet, and if the Imazeeb were to survive and thrive, they needed to change. Tobuck, the city who only wanted freedom, was given it along with the protection of the Imazeeb. It did not need to be starved or bled, it was allowed to flourish and grow, with Mekiouzza seeking to let the Imazeeb learn from it. For decades she laboured, again and again weaving the thread of Amsisi through the Imazeeb people. Where tribes rose up, she subverted them and found accord, where challengers rose, she made them her allies. In the end, her ideas were starting to gain purchase, and her people were starting to believe, only for three great disasters to sweep down upon them. First came the Storm King, a mad conqueror from the south seeking only plunder and destruction. Though the Imazeeb were willing to fight, they could not fight an armada of airships. The Imazeeb bent like the reed rather than breaking like the tree, and fled. Correctly anticipating that the mad conqueror would move on, Mekiouzza waited, even as the tribes began to doubt. Then came the foreign criminals. A host of thugs and gangsters landed in Tobuck in the wake of the Storm King's death. quickly seizing control of the city, bribing or intimidating the locals and finding allies wherever they could, they brought with them hundreds of hard-bitten mercenaries, enough to fend off the Imazeeb and make a mockery of Mekiouzza's work. The already doubting tribes were hesitant to march to war, Mekiouzza was forced to settle for extracting a promise from the leader of these criminals that they'd retreat within a year. He lied, fled the city after a year, and left his mercenaries behind. Tobuck descended into anarchy from which a warlord rose that clamped down on the city even harder. Mekiouzza was forced to muster the tribes, gathering them to return and bring them down. With countless battle-hardened veterans from across the region on her side, she stood poised to crush them when the last disaster struck. The Chiropterrans: fanatical moon cultists, tyrants and enslavers who delighted in spreading misery in service of their dark goddess. They came roaring out of the west, sweeping aside Tobuck's defenses and meeting the Imazeeb with a fury never before seen. The Imazeeb fought, by all the gods they fought. Every step to the gates of Agzhat, every dune and every valley of the desert; the chiropterrans paid a terrible price for every step forward. Yet for all their valour, the industrial power and modern arms Tobuck offered and which would have given the Imazeeb the edge needed were denied them. In the battle of spirit against steel, steel had won. Mekiouzza died in an air raid, the exhausted Imazeeb faltered and Zarantia was broken. Silver Rose had first felt admiration for the great mare she was told of, an admiration that had turned to dismay and lastly horror, as Umalez told her of Zarantia's fall. The narration turned slow, as Umalez tearfully recounted those bleak years as she was captured by the Chiropterrans and told to serve or die. Knowing full well how the Chiropterrans wiped out all traditions and all cultures that did not align with their malignant moon cult, Umalez degraded herself to try to save something, anything, of her people's ways. And yet as she did, the sands shifted under her again. She tried to undermine her enslavers, she even organised warbands to go abroad and fight for their enemies, but it all was for naught; petty acts of defiance that achieved little. When the Chiropterran empire fell, it was to a hundred small rebellions that exploded across it, gathering and gaining strength enough to drown their legions. And thus Zarantia, sacrificed on the Chiropterran altar, never rose again. History turned on Mekiouzza and crushed her life's work along with most of her tribe. Her daughter was degraded and distrusted - the 'collaborator Aguellid' - and other voices arose. The North Zebrican Federation was born, and to this new nation, the memory of Zarantia was inconvenient and divisive. All but exiled from the people she had tried to save, Umalez took up the nomad's life with what was left of the Ataghan. Never again would they soar so high, never again would they dream so big. Blow after blow had laid them low, and they were now a vestigial people on the outskirts of this foreign-born land. Barring the monotonous rumbling of the engine, the truck was deathly silent when Umalez finished. Silver Rose could only stare at her with tears running down her face. "It's... it's not fair..." was all she could say, and Umalez smiled sadly at her, holding out a hoofkerchief for her to use. "No, it is not. Yet what can we do? We must live all the same, even when the world turns on us. But I have my brave son, I have a family and its children whom I care for. I do not starve, and I have shelter. That is not a bad life. I have simply dreamed the dream that was Zarantia for too long. Do not weep for an old mare's faded dream.” —xxxx— That night, she didn't feel very cheery at all, stepping away from camp to be alone with her thoughts. She almost didn't notice as Tahelwidt came to sit down beside her, looking up at the stars. "Oh... hi..." "Remember how I told you her stories are dangerous?" Tahelwidt asked quietly. Silver Rose nodded. "If she told them to the world, she would have awoken the hearts of countless Imazeeb. She could have gathered an army around herself, resurrected Zarantia by force if she truly wanted to. There is such power in her stories. But she has lost enough, and she does not want more suffering. Many Imazeeb are content in the federation, and that must be enough." "Did you want to fight?" she asked after a while. It sounded so cold. Silver Rose could only think of her homeland Equestria, the harmony of the tribes, theHearthwarming miracle and the magic of friendship. Princess Twilight Sparkle and her predecessors Luna and Celestia To imagine it just falling apart, the ponies turning away from all that they had done and turning to something else felt... wrong. It was not right. "Yes..." Tahelwidt sighed ."When I first heard the stories, I could not stop hating. I wanted to find the people who were part of this and who still live, and take vengeance. Some of the criminals that took Tobuck away from us escaped, and they are still out there somewhere. I've dreamed of hunting them down and making them pay, listening to them as they beg for mercy before I cut out their tongues. I'd burn down their homes, I'd..." A shiver went through Silver Rose as she heard his voice. Until now he had sounded so cheery, and the cold hatred in his voice didn't sound right. He fell silent though, and sighed deeply. "That is why she forbids it. She has told me a thousand times that the best thing I can do for her is to build something new. I should trade or build, find a mare to marry, give her grandfoals. She should live in a palace, and I can't give her that, but I can make her tent full of happiness at least." Silver Rose felt dirty all of a sudden. Here she was, granddaddy's little filly, travelling the world to party and enjoy herself in every way possible, and yet here this poor old mare sat, rejected by her people after having lost everything, even though all she had wanted to do was to help them. This trip wasn't fun any more, it felt shameful, and she just wanted to go home. "You are like a river," Tahelwidt's words made her blink and look at him. "When you are eager the words flow from you like a torrent, when you are flustered your apologies do. Now your tears do the same. You must be a blessing to your family." "Are... are you trying to seduce me or something?" Rattled out of her sorrow at Umalez' fate, she couldn't help but chuckle at the comment and wipe her tears. That was the one of the nicest things anypony had ever said to her. "Do you consider the truth to be seduction?" Tahelwidt leaned his head to the side, looking at her with a small smile. "I am telling you what I see, nothing else. You should go to sleep though. We will reach Shizra tomorrow, and much will happen there." "Can... can we stay here a little first?" Silver Rose looked up at the stars. Things felt peaceful here, and she felt afraid of tomorrow. Did she even want to find out the truth behind that scarf? With how dark the stories had been today, what would she find out about him? Tahelwidt mutely shifted a little where he sat, moving to sit by her side.The evening passed in silence for them as Silver Rose wrestled with how she was meant to process all she had been told. —xxxx— The private jet touched down in the early morning, and Pea Shooter stepped off the plane in a city he had been all too happy to never see again. At least enough of the old corrupt city was left that arranging an anonymous hotel suite and chauffeur had been a trivial matter, but he nevertheless kept his sunglasses on as the car drove through the city with his cell phone stuck to his ear. "Payment won't be an issue. Fax me the details, and I will pay as soon as I have them. I am willing to add a 50% gratuity if you are on your way to Shizra within three hours. I want the extraction to happen as subtly as possible, with a minimum of violence." Normally, he'd refuse to accept these kinds of terms, but at this short notice, he was without options. "Keep me informed, and keep it subtle!" Hanging up, he muttered to himself as he called another number to get hold of his assistant. Making things even worse, the Imazeeb apparently had some cultural event in Shizra going on, meaning that the streets would be packed, and what more the average Imazeeb was armed. If things turned sour, he could only imagine hundreds of armed tribals out in the streets, firing in every direction. Looking out the window, he couldn't help but remember. Here and there, familiar buildings still stood even with the evident construction boom going on. He remembered the letter sent him by the Imazeeb chieftess when she accepted his offer of leaving him alone for a year while he sold off the Storm King arsenal they had seized; a letter that was all honey and sweetness. 'Tobuck is a kind city, whose ponies have much to offer those who would greet them as friends' she had told him. To Tartarus with this place, and to Tartarus with those damn desert savages, but right now he'd do anything if it just ensured that his grandchild was safe. —xxxx— The streets of Shizra were packed with Imazeeb, and Silver Rose gawked openly where she walked. The robes she had been lent didn't do much to make her not stand out, and she smiled awkwardly at the many zebras who gave her quizzical looks. Yet, as much as she drew attention, Umalez did even more so. Zebras greeted her in the streets like a beloved grandmother, elders came to embrace her, foals climbed up on roofs, sang rhymes in their languages and stomped their hooves to the beat. In the end the crowds outright parted, and the Imazeeb cheered as she walked down the road, and their road down to the large mud brick building was more like that of a rockstar entering the stage than anything else. The building in question was almost like a castle in construction even if not size, with a one story brick wall going around a courtyard with several attached buildings which, while outwardly looking quite plain, turned out to look basically like modern apartments inside. A flurry of activity followed as Silver Rose was ushered first to what turned out to be a bathhouse, where a large communal bath was being prepared for them. Tahelwidt and the other stallions were summarily ejected from the building, leaving the mares to be the first to clean up after the journey. It all meant that as Silver Rose sank down into the water, she felt really confused. None of this matched up with Umalez' tales of exile and shame, but as she looked to the elder where she sat, she had NO idea how to broach the topic without sounding like a horseapple. "Uhm... ma'am-Umalez..." she began hesitantly, Umalez chuckling. "Let me guess again; how can the mare who claimed she was a disgraced exile and the last one to dream her dreams be welcomed so warmly?" Silver Rose sank down to her muzzle in the water, feeling her face turn red. "I did not lie to you; I was not welcome here for a long time. What you see is the result of decades of work. I lost my mother and my birthright, but I sang of the old ways and of our people's legends. I kept silent about Zarantia, and never again flew its flag. My people have found a different road, and I followed them on it. My life burned to ashes, but I rebuilt." she raised a hoof, letting the droplets trickle down from it and splash against the water surface. -"I could have told you that I once was meant to become Aguellid but that foreign conquerors destroyed my nation, and that I now make my living as a storyteller, but that would not be the same. Any filly can recite facts, but to feel something deep in your being, and to truly grasp it, that is something different." "And it all comes back to grandpa, doesn't it?" Silver Rose was afraid, deathly afraid. She felt like she was standing before a door behind which something rested that would break something forever. But if she didn't open it, it'd remain in her head like a splinter driving her insane. "He was an audacious pony, who achieved all he set out to do, and his family now prospers because of it." Umalez spoke tenderly. "If you wish that to be enough, it is all entirely true. If not, then you must ask me." "I... I don't..." Silver Rose felt like she couldn't breathe. "I'm sorry!" She got out of the bath, grabbed the robe provided while her clothes were being washed, and stormed outside. She needed air! Stumbling out of the building and taking a side door out of the compound into a side alley, she sank down against the wall and clutched her head in her hooves. What was she going to do!? Everything felt like a blur, and she was ready to puke. Her grandfather was the kindest pony she knew, and he'd always been there for his family! She couldn't destroy that, she'd break her entire family! She was just about to try to get herself inside again when she was suddenly grabbed and pulled up to her hooves, and a hoof pushed against her mouth. She gave up a choked noise as she saw them. A group of armed zebras were clustering around her, the leader whispering to her, speaking in short clipped sentences. "Nod or shake your head. Are you Silver Rose?" In fear, she could only obey, and nodded. "We are here to extract you. Your grandfather sent us. I'll remove my hoof, be quiet and come with us." He looked back to the others and nodded towards the far end of the alley. "Let's roll. Sooner we leave this shithole the better." 'Shithole'. The word flipped a switch in Silver Rose's head. Having listened to Umalez' stories during the last days, listened and understood what the Imazeeb were, and what a place like this meant for them, she felt the insult down to her bones. When the leg was removed, she already knew what to do. "HEEELP-" Everything happened at once. The hoof was shoved back over her mouth, shouting came from inside the compound, and then Tahelwidt came. Bursting out of the door to the left, he came out with his sword drawn. He leapt forwards, holding the sabre close to his body as he slammed into the nearest of the five zebras. Silver Rose wasn't even close to being able to follow what happened, all she registered was the zebra letting her go, screaming all around, the sound of scraping steel, and then two rapid gunshots before Tahelwidt landed heavily on the ground in front of her. She screamed. More screaming, zebras came pouring out, a body was slammed against the wall next to her, and when she could register what was going on, the alley was packed with noise and zebras. The five zebras had been captured, and were being pressed into the sandy alley by armed Imazeeb. Two other Imazeeb came to her side, helping her to her hooves and quickly ushering her into the compound again, past the bench where Tahelwidt sat, clutching his bleeding stomach and being tended to by one of his tribesmates, and into the main building out of harm's way. As the door closed, the despairing wails of Umalez as she saw her son's fate filled the air. —xxxx— Not Tahelwidt, not him. Not her little colt. Not the light of her life and the joy of her existence. Umalez sat by her son's side where he lay, watching as he battled the wounds he had acquired trying to defend Silver Rose. Even now, after all this time, the world was insistent on taking from her, and she would cry if she had not run out of tears to shed. Her grief had to find another purchase, and the alternative was close at hoof. Hatred, rage, the old ways of vengeance and justice being the same. Her desire to give Silver Rose a chance seemed so quaint, so meaningless now, as all she found herself wanting to do was to make the stallion responsible scream. A noise from the doorway made her look up, and she saw Silver Rose there, eyes bloodshot from crying and hesitating if she should step in or not, and in that moment Umalez made her call. —xxxx— As the helicopter roared over the zebhara, Pea Shooter was numb. How had everything gone so wrong? A week ago, he had read his granddaughter's postcard from Somnambula, and yet now... he stared down at the note he had been sent. Two sentences, yet they had left him unable to do anything but call the airport and charter a helicopter. Your thugs failed. Arrive in Shizra alone and unarmed within two days, or the next letter will include your granddaughter's eyes. Umalez Ataghan He normally could have found some way, worked out an angle somehow, but not after this... He had nothing, not if he wanted to ensure her safety. His assistant was aware of the situation, he had gotten in touch with his lawyer to ensure his will was in order, and he had written a letter that would go back to Equestria and his wife, explaining as best as he could. Shizra started to appear on the horizon, and Pea Shooter felt the numbness falter in the face of his desperate hope. He had built up a tremendous fortune, enough to be one of the richest ponies in Equestria, but all that mattered right now was getting Silver Rose out of there. As the helicopter sat down outside Shizra, a welcoming committee stood ready for him. His hoof trembled slightly as he opened the helicopter door, but he ignored it. Like that night where he had left Tobuck and gone out to deal with the last loose end - poor, loyal Bean Counter - it was too late for weak nerves... The roar of the helicopter died down slowly, and the gusts of sand and dust faded, letting him see them properly. A dozen Imazeeb, all of them armed, and in the middle a small, hunched over mare. "Umalez Ataghan, I presume?" he asked over the fading noise of the helicopter. Mekiouzza's daughter... The mare sneered. "Pea Shooter," she spat. "I had almost put my desire for vengeance to rest, but fate spat you out in front of me again." "Please, I'm here for my granddaughter, nothing else. Name your price. Gold? Weapons? Investments? You will have it, just say it." Umalez gave him a wry smile, one that sent chills down his spine. "I don't keep guests against their will. Return her!" She told one of the other zebras, who held up a heavy canvas bag with something in it before hurling it towards him. It landed with a heavy thud in front of him, and Pea Shooter felt his world crumble. "N-no...no... nononono..." he felt his legs weaken and he stumbled forward, reaching out towards it even as something in the back of his head screamed at him to not do it. The bag's contents were heavy, oblong shaped, about the weight of... He pulled it out of the bag, revealing a carved gourd. His mind ground to a halt as he stared down at it, at first not understanding what he was looking at. Looking up to Umalez in disbelief and budding anger, he was met with an iron cane straight to the face. He was thrown to the ground, his sunglasses shattering and blood filling his mouth. "A moment of despair at the unthinkable nearly coming true," Umalez pushed the cane down on his neck. "My son nearly died to your thugs, and fortune alone let him survive! Now we're even. As for Silver Rose, why don't you ask her?" She stepped back, and one of the onlookers pulled down their veil to reveal Silver Rose. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at him with a look of anger and disgust on her face as Pea Shooter tried to get up, even as his head was swimming. "I know everything," his granddaughter yelled unsteadily. "I know how you made your money. Gun smuggling? Mercenaries? Taking over Tobuck and leaving it to become a warlord state? And you... you lectured uncle about honest business?!" "Please... just let me take her with me. I'll leave, you'll never see me again. Don't involve her in this..." Pea Shooter mumbled as blood dripped from his mouth down on the sands. "I involved myself!" Silver Rose screamed. "I found the Zarantian flag! It had the same marks as that scarf you gave me. I imagined that I'd find out something amazing, not that you single-hoofedly destroyed their nation!" "Please... I didn't... let me explain..." Pea Shooter stumbled forward and reached out towards her. He had to explain, he had to make it make sense for her. She didn't understand... It wasn't his fault! "Don't touch me!" she screamed, backing away and making Pea Shooter collapse to the ground again. "I thought you were a hero, but our family's money comes from destroying other countries! I... I don't know who you are, and I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm staying here." "Our guest has spoken, and we protect our guests," Umalez walked up beside the collapsed Pea Shooter. "By all the customs of our people, I should bury you in the desert for Ijirmed to devour, but I want my son and my peace, and your death gives me neither." She dropped something in front of him, a binder that spilled open to reveal photocopies of pages upon pages of old Chiropeterran intelligence, identifying him and his role in Tobuck. "Silver Rose wanted her family to be spared the knowledge of what you are, she loves them too much to make them suffer knowing your true nature. If you ever come close to me or mine again though, all of Equestria will know. But for now... Congratulations, rat. You escaped justice again." She walked past him, joining Silver Rose and the others and walking back to Shizra. Behind them they left Pea Shooter, one of the wealthiest ponies of Equestria, and in this moment the most wretched and broken stallion the desert had ever seen.

MasterThief

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Cozy Glow,Sunset Shimmer,Drama,Sad,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Rage

Sunset Shimmer, now a child psychiatrist in the human world working in a secure mental facility for children, reports to Princess Twilight on a patient whom she helped, and broke, and who reminded her of who she could have been...

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<p>Sunset Shimmer, MD, recently treated an unusual patient in her practice at the Appaloosa State School, a secure psychiatric facility for children. The treatment was &quot;successful...&quot; but Sunset is left pondering the evil she might have done if Twilight and her friends hadn't taken her rage away all those years ago.</p><p>---</p><p>Content warning: <span class="spoiler">violence and suicide attempt.</span></p><p>Edit: Featured 8/14/24-8/18/24! Thank you all. <img alt=":twilightsmile:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsmile.png"/></p><p>Honorable Mention in the 2023 <a href="/group/199291/everfree-northwest-readers-and-writers" rel="nofollow">Iron Author Contest at Everfree Northwest.</a> Presented with no pre-reading and very light editing. <a href="https://jjie.org/2012/06/12/cr-age-harris-county-psychiatric-center-houston-texas/" rel="nofollow">Cover photo</a> adapted from Richard Ross of the Juvenile Justice Information Exchange, Kennesaw State University.</p><p><a href="/blog/1047339/everfree-partially-busted-knee" rel="nofollow">Brief story notes, panel shilling, and apology for missing this year's Iron Author (and all of Everfree Northwest) in this week's MT File.</a></p>

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2024-08-15T06:17:41+00:00

To: H.R.H. Twilight Sparkle From: Sunset Shimmer, M.D. Dear Princess Twilight: You asked me when you last saw me for a report on what happened with Cozy Glow here in my world. I’m still not entirely sure what happened, so this may not make any sense to you. I think it’s enough to say that I “helped” her. The quotes are there for a reason. There was Equestrian magic involved, but it’s nothing that I consciously did or wanted to do. But what’s done is done. I’ll start at the beginning. After Cozy Glow was broken out of the “prison” you said she was being “securely” held in (I don’t know, and given my own history I don’t want to know), she somehow made it here into the human world. That was about six years (72 moons? Months?) ago, give or take. At the time of the prison break, I was in college here in the human world, and trying to figure out what to do with my life here and my magic. Psychiatry seemed like a good field for an empath to get into, so that’s what I did. Turned out, I also had a knack for helping children, and for handling the really hard cases. The human world has a lot of these for some reason. To you, Cozy Glow may have been the most evil foal ever. (I can imagine the headlines… “Local Foal Sociopath Starts Race War, Summons Snow Demons.”) But to us, it’s another kid on a day ending in “y.” I’ll leave what that says about both of our worlds to you. Cozy Glow first showed up in our records when she was found by a sheriff in a rural county, about two hours from here in Canterlot City. I suspect there was another portal from Equestria with a terminus there. She was obviously a child, but aside from her name she wouldn’t say anything about who her parents were or are, where she was from, or any details of her past. The extensive identity records humans keep had no record of her fingerprints or DNA. She was a literal “Jane Doe”—the human term for a girl without a past. Our child protective services estimated her to be about eleven years old by our reckoning. Cozy Glow ended up being taken into foster care by friends of the sheriff who found her. Six months later, Cozy stabbed both of her foster parents and an older foster brother, then packed a backpack with food, a change of clothes, and weapons, and ran off into the night. Her foster family’s wounds were terrible, but mercifully, not fatal. Police found her here in Canterlot City, living on the streets. She never said why she almost killed her foster family. After her trial, Cozy Glow was sent to spend the next six years in a juvenile detention center. (Child prisons. We have prisons here for children. Just so you know.) But, because of a quirk of human law, children who commit crimes, especially at a young age, can sometimes get a clean slate if professionals like me judge them to be reformed and capable of being peaceful members of human society. That’s where I came in. For my post-residency fellowship in psychiatry, and to jump right into the hard cases, I chose to work at the Appaloosa State School. (Again, fancy-sounding kiddie prison. But I was hoping to make a difference there anyway.) Cozy Glow was classified as “severely emotionally disturbed.” At first glance you’d never know it. She was quiet, conscientious, eager-to-please. Almost too eager. But once you got to know her, whether in person, talking with people who worked with her, or just watching her on cameras, (which were everywhere), you could tell that it was just an act. She was a master manipulator, and if she couldn’t ply someone with a smile, convince them with little girl tears, or seduce them with promises upon promises, then she would threaten, then yell, then burst into blinding rage, hitting and kicking, turning anything at hand into a weapon. I was conducting a therapy session with her when she went into one of these rages, and I was terrified. (Had you and the girls back at CHS not done for me what you did, would I have ended up the same way? Even today, the memories chill me. But enough of that.) I’ll spare you most of the medical details, but Cozy Glow was a walking mass of what my profession calls “Cluster B personality disorders,” chronic difficulties in regulating her emotions and behavior and relating to others. There are four of these, which she could shift between at the snap of human fingers. There’s the “histrionic,” showing extreme emotionality and attention-seeking behavior; Cozy always had to be the center of attention. There’s the “narcissistic,” which shows up in exaggerated self-regard and fantasies of unlimited power and success; you probably were very familiar with this one. There’s the “borderline,” manifesting in intense moods and relationships, ping-ponging between intense love and violent hate, and a pervasive fear of being alone. Cozy Glow would do so badly when she was isolated after her outbursts, that even I felt sympathy for her. But most of all, the “antisocial:” manipulative or deceitful behavior for personal gain. She lied often, and without regard for consequences. She made up false identities and insisted that they were her real ones. She would steal anything she wanted. And she never seemed to care about any of it, no matter how much she was punished. They gave her a brain scan about a year ago (a “functional magnetic resonance imaging,” one of the fancy pieces of technology that us humans have; we can look into the brain of a person and by tracking blood flow we can find things in very small parts of the brain that shouldn’t be there.) If you know what the amygdala is—I think us equines have them?—Cozy had a malformed one. We weren’t sure it was working. Which would explain… well, a lot of things about her. Cozy Glow was coming up on her eighteenth birthday, the deadline by which we had to decide whether she was reformed enough to go free under close supervision, or instead be transferred to an adult women’s prison. I was on Cozy’s “evaluation team,”—me, another psychiatrist, a physician, a social worker, a lawyer, and two of her teachers. We were divided. Three wanted to let her go. Three wanted to keep her confined. And I…was on the fence. I insisted on an in-person evaluation. And—I didn’t say this part—my magic. Orderlies brought Cozy Glow to my office. I let her sit down on the couch in the empty room, I took up the usual chair, with a notepad and a small pencil. I asked her if she knew why I wanted to meet with her. She said yes, that she was going to be released soon. I asked her if she knew what that meant. She said that she did, it meant she wouldn't have to deal with doctors or psychs or teachers anymore, that she’d be on her own at last, and she’d never look back. She was absolutely beaming about it, like she figured this was just a formality. Then I started talking about what that meant, about all my reasons why I didn’t think she was ready, and it was like a switch flipped in her head. Cozy had never liked me, but I could feel her just getting angrier and angrier. I asked question after question, and at first she ducked them. Then she started doing her best sad puppy impression, then she started promising me that she’d check in with us once a month, once a week, if it would put us at ease. She wanted out. I didn’t think she was safe to let out. I told her that. And she lunged for my throat. I went for her wrists. No better time for magic than to save your life from a child sociopath. But something went wrong. Normally I can just see a person’s vision… memories, senses, experiences. This time, I think I was pulled in—or maybe she pulled me in?—to her mind. Or maybe what I just perceived her mind to be like. There were no memories that I could tell. It was just a small pink pegasus with a curly blue mane, and eyes glowing red like a demon’s. And I was there, once again as a unicorn. And we stood on the edge of a raging, boiling volcano. On one side of me, a sea of lava. On the other side, sheer cliffs, then a forest, and beyond that the sounds of the sea. “You WITCH!” she yelled. “I know this! This is Equestrian magic! Where are you really from? Did Twilight Sparkle send you?” I tried to tell her that no, you didn’t. But I also didn’t think lying or half-truths were the best strategy. So I said I was from Equestria, and I did have magic, but that I was trying to help her. And she said I was a lying witch again, and that she was going to kill me and make sure I’d never leave her own head. I ran down the cliff. Tumbled, really. I could see her flying overhead, murder in her eyes, while I tried to dodge her from below. There was a path down from the volcano’s rim, some kind of trench. It was lined with what looked like diamonds, vibrant and shimmering. But I had no time to explore. I made my way down the trench and into a stand of what looked like giant leaves. Good enough for cover. I can’t explain it, but I felt an insatiable, gnawing hunger. I quickly took down one of the leaves, but it was tough and tasted terrible. But underneath it, buried in the ground, was a root vegetable. That, I ate, and it tasted sweet, sugary, watery, sustaining. Cozy must have heard me. She landed right in front of me, a look of murderous rage in her eyes. So I offered her another of the root vegetables. “Take it. Eat it. It will make you (and I remember and regret this word) better.” She snatched it from my hoof and shoved it into her mouth. The evil grin faded from her face. The red left her eyes. The mountain stopped smoking. And through what I thought was a vestigial trench, the waters of the sea began to flow uphill, into the volcano, quenching it. Cozy’s rage left her. But I saw something else in her eyes. I saw despair. The next thing I knew, I was on my back and breathing hard. The room was spinning. I wanted to throw up. Cozy did throw up; I heard her retching. When I came to, there were orderlies and her doctor in the room. When I sat up, I saw Cozy Glow just… lying there. Whatever was left of her volcanic temperament was gone. She curled up, and cried, and kept crying. I couldn’t hear everything she was saying, but I remember her saying over and over again, “I’m a bad pony… I’m a bad pony, I hurt them, I’m sorry, I don’t know why, just punish me.” That was two weeks ago. She’s been in a semi-catatonic state ever since. We’ve got her medicated as much as we can, but she’s anxious and fearful. The one “weapon” she got was half a paper clip, and the only thing she used it on was her own wrists before she was restrained again. They gave her another brain scan. Whatever was wrong with her amygdala is now fixed. Which is probably why she’s like this. All the guilt for what she did coming back at once. Like quenching a volcano. I’ve only seen her once in person since then, and that was enough to make her cry even through a whole bunch of tranquilizers. So that’s where we are. I think I fixed Cozy Glow. I think I broke Cozy Glow. And I think I did them both at once. Given what happened, Cozy Glow isn’t fit for much of anything. So, we’re going to keep her here for the next year at least. Hopefully, we can help her come to terms with all the things she did, and move forward. Somehow. That’s my report. I dreamed last night, for the first time in a while. And I was back as a pony, as the unicorn you and Celestia and all my other teachers remembered. I was on an island. My island. The island of my own head. It was green and verdant, no signs of any volcanic activity. But every now and then, I heard a rumble. And every last time, it terrified me. So, I grabbed the nearest leaf, pulled up the vegetable below—taro, I think it is called—and ate and ate until the fear passed, and the old, vestigial paths remained soft, flowing rivers. I’m glad you fixed me when you found me. I’m glad you took my demon, all my rage, away. I will always be grateful for that. I guess the longer we live with our demons, the harder it is for us when they’re gone. There but for some unknown grace… Cozy could have been me. And that still scares me. Please give my regards to all of my pony friends there. I will tell all the girls that you say hello. Someday I will tell all of them what happened. But I have a patient to care for tomorrow. She’s my responsibility now, fixed, broken, and whatever is in between. All my love and thanks, Sunset

SirSirloin

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Rainbow Dash,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex

Give a Dog a (Rain)bow

Or: "Rouge Dash Gets A Pet"

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<p>Or: &quot;Rouge Dash Gets a Pet.&quot;</p><p>Dakota, down on his luck diamond dog poodle, spots a Pegasus in a catsuit skulking/sashaying around the club he's working at. Perhaps he should've run, for the new object of his affection is Rainbow &quot;Rouge&quot; Dash, treasure hunter, thief, music lover, hedonist, and hypnotist. </p><p>Custom hypnosis fic shared with permission, commissioner wishes to remain anonymous. Contains mostly flirting and chilling but a lot of groping, followed by restraining and hypnosis. </p><p>That notorious rogue Rainbow stole my wallet, which is why this cover art is so basic. Maybe consider purchasing your own story so I have the cash to commission way better artists to draw Rainbow Dash in Rouge the Bat's outfit? Rouge Dash custom commission info with Ts and Cs <a href="/blog/1024214/rainbow-rouge-dash-comms" rel="nofollow">here.</a></p>

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2024-08-14T09:55:46+00:00

2024-08-14T09:55:46+00:00

For a second, Dakota thought a bat had gotten into the club. One hell of a bat, with gorgeous white fur… Part of what disorientated him, besides the black and pink blur he’d seen under the flash of white, was the realisation that the image had been back to front. He’d been looking at whoever it was in a mirror. Dakota turned on his bar stool, scanning the club’s main floor. Most of the usual crowd in here tonight, performers like him, not civilians. Thank God. Dakota did not need to meet anybody who was still touring clubs and casinos at this time of night. He scratched his numb ass idly, his impressive crotch fluff following the slow arc of his body as he turned to look for whoever owned that gorgeous silhouette he’d just seen. Finally, he spotted her: a tall, athletic looking Equestrian Pegasus with a mane and tail every colour of the rainbow and a gorgeous cyan coat. All of it squeezed into a tight, shiny black catsuit, with some white and pink fuck-me thigh high boots wrapped around her shapely legs and a pair of matching gloves on her sleek but powerful looking arms. Dakota would’ve sworn the silhouette he’d caught sight of in the mirror had had scalloped batwings, but maybe he’d just been confused? Anyway, with her body and dressed the way she was, he wasn’t about to complain. And that was just from the back. The poodle finished his drink and hopped off his stool. The bartender didn’t say anything, which was appreciated: the owner of this particular overdone ego palace charged employees for more than one drink but was also enough of an idiot not to count any of that money in his graveyard shift bar staff’s wages, so they didn’t give a shit if you took off without paying. None of the money was going in their pocket. Not a lot was in Dakota’s after a week or two playing floorshow piano for the slavedriver, but he’d needed steady money. And he had other needs, as did his co-workers, so it wasn’t all bad. Tonight hadn’t been so either really, good set, decent crowd that didn’t heckle him or the dancers, the owner was out of town for mysterious reasons (some of the staff though the guy had mafia connections but Dakota had bounced around enough to recognize a low level minion when he saw one, which was why part of him entertained fantasies about the trip being said minion getting called out for running the club as badly as he did), and he’d just seen a hot dancer he could try to score with. Or at least he assumed she was a dancer. Had to be some reason she was rocking that outfit besides how sexy she looked in it, right? Maybe not. He could ask her when they were in the sheets, or even just over a drink. *** Dakota began to suspect the Pegasus might be something else entirely when he realised where she was really going. He’d followed her up some stairs…well, as best he could. She’d spread those wings and flown right up the stairwell, casually stepping onto the guard rail of the top floor. Dakota, intrigued and still horny, had to make do with actually walking all the way up those stairs. When he got to the top and saw the unlocked, half open pair of ostentatious golden doors, he realised she’d snuck into the manager’s office. No way those’d be left open this time of night. Had she picked the lock? Who was this lady? Carefully, feeling excited even though he knew he really ought to be cautious, Dakota slipped inside. The office was pretty much what he’d expected, a large room the jerk who ran the club had tried desperately to do up like a private penthouse, complete with a lounge and minibar the room wasn’t really big enough for. The Pegasus was standing among a bunch of weird sculptures places in a corner by the manager’s desk, and it took Dekota a second to realise she was working at a wall safe, like something out of a movie. Her long rainbow tail fell across her ass but moved around so much from her own motions that he kept catching glimpses of it, firm and round in the shiny black material of her catsuit. Suddenly one of her arms moved away from the safe, her tail flicking out of its way as she slapped her left cheek. The light danced across her catsuit, rippling. “Before you ask, yeah, I work out,” she said smoothly, then turned around and smirked at Dakota, looking him up and down. “I, uh, I figured,” Dakota said eventually. “You’re…not a dancer, are you?” The Pegasus laughed and went back to the safe. “That’s kinda flattering, actually! Nah. The jerk who runs this place would say he and I’re in the same line of work, but you can tell I’m way more…high end.” Her tail flicked out of the way of her ass again as she bent over and waggled it at Dakota. He laughed dorkily at the joke. “So you’re not a cop,” the Pegasus said, turning as she took something out of the safe and, to Dakota’s mild surprise and arousal, slipped it into her cleavage. She was even more beautiful from the front, wearing a large pink heart-shaped breastplate on top of her catsuit, with a beautiful, impish face under her long rainbow mane. She put her hands on her hips, looking like a work of art in her form hugging outfit as she raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response. “God no,” Dakota said, stepping into the room. He stopped before he got too close to her. She hadn’t minded him checking out her ass, that was for sure, but she was also breaking into an office. He at least managed to resist the urge to hold out his hand to her. “I’m Dakota. I sort of work here.” The Pegasus’ beautiful wine-coloured eyes widened a little. “You’re a musician?” she said, a sudden hint of enthusiasm in her voice. “When I get the work, sure.” “What kind?” “Jazz, mostly,” he clarified, proudly. The Pegasus flapped her wings and was suddenly way closer, making him back up from surprise. She had a huge grin on her face, along with perfect white teeth. “Oh, that’s so awesome, I love jazz! Bit more of a classic rock gal, but there’s something about a good hard bop that just sends me!” She wrapped her arms around her waist, the rubber of her clothes making stretching noises that sped up Dakota’s pulse rate and the corners of her suit glistening as they bunched slightly. “You have gotta tell me all about it!” the Pegasus decided and flapped her wings to send herself causally pirouetting across the room. She landed perfectly on the high heel of one of her boots, reaching into one of the desk drawers and pulling out a bottle of something golden brown. She casually walked across the room, beckoning Dakota with a gloved finger to follow her to a chaise longue between two oversized shelves of knickknacks. How classy was the guy who owned this dump? He’d set this up next to his pool table. “Well, I dunno…” the poodle mumbled, hesitating. The Pegasus sat down, raising an eyebrow as she poured some of the scotch (or whatever it was) into a tumbler, crossing one of her toned legs over the other. This close Dakota could see how sinewy she was, muscular but lithe, like an athlete. She’d have looked good in a tight sports top and shorts, but her outfit added a strange mix of class and brazenness that made her body stand out as much as her hair. Like she was showing off who she was on the inside on her outside, or something poetic like that. At the end of the day, which this technically was, she was a gorgeous woman in a skintight outfit offering him a free drink and interested in talking to him about music. What the fuck, Dakota decided, smiling as he took her proffered tumbler and sat down. *** Their chat was probably only twenty-something minutes, but it was so full of enthusiasm and laughter that Dakota felt like it had lasted for hours. The Pegasus’ name was Rainbow Dash, and her mix of exquisite and down to earth tastes extended far beyond music. Dakota, who’d travelled a fair bit in search of work, was astounded to hear how much of the world she’d been to, what she’d seen and learned there. Despite her tastes Dash wasn’t a snob and from the way she laughed he could tell they shared a certain sense of humour. She was fascinated to hear more about his musical interests and career, sympathetic that there wasn’t as much to the latter. “So what about you?” the poodle asked, accepting another offer of scotch. “When you’d decide on…?” He gestured to Dash’s catsuit with his glass. “Long story,” Rainbow smiled. She winked. “I’ll make time to tell you about it.” “So you’d like to see each other again?” He’d been totally flirting but was still a bit surprised when she began tracing circles on his chest with a gloved finger. “I come down to this dive to get back what’s mine from one of the biggest assholes I’ve ever met and wind up having the first decent conversation I’ve had with another Anthro in months. Hell yeah I wanna meet up again. I see a lot of potential in you, Dakota, and I’m going to help you bring it all to the surface.” He struggled not to gulp like a complete wuss as he gazed at his reflections in her wine-coloured eyes. Maybe it was the buzz from all this scotch but even though Dash’s eyes were half lidded there was an intense, mesmerizing presence to them. As if they were amber and his sprit was becoming trapped in it. The smell of her perfume and latex mixed with that of the alcohol and swirled around his head. “I’d like that,” Dakota managed. “A lot.” He swallowed his drink as Dash grinned at him, trying to keep himself hydrated. The slightly breathless quality to his voice made it sound croaky and cool right now, but he knew without more saliva and catching his breath he’d sound like an idiot soon enough. That was the one thing he never wanted to look like in front of this amazing mare. She was the exact opposite of the prudish, saccharine Equestrians he’d heard about. “Oh, I know you will,” Dash purred, leaning forward, her catsuit squeaking and one hand sliding onto Dakota’s thigh. He was surprised by her kiss but returned it, shutting his eyes and enjoying the feel of her wings softly sliding around him as he slipped on arm around her waist. He instinctively groped lower, grateful when her other hand slipping around his wrist was to guide it down past her tail to one of her ass cheeks, encouraging to grope at it. She pressed herself closer to him, making him fall back gently from her on top of him and the sheer power of another bout of kissing, straddling him, her hand stroking his chest while the one by his thigh crept into his bush and began to gently stroke his cock. “Mmmm…” Dakota moaned one last time before their lips had to part and they both had to catch their breath. He grinned up at her, stroking her latex clad hips. “Damn, maybe I should thank the asshole who runs this dump.” Dash tossed her trademark hair of her face to show it and her swan neck off, grinning back down at him. “Now why would’ja be thinking of that tool when you’re right here with me?” “’Cause without him I’d never have met you.” “Smooth!” she giggled and kissed him again. He held her close, alternating his lips with hers and her neck, listening to her gasp gratefully. “Hope he enjoys…the show.” Dakota trailed off as a realisation crept into the forefront of his mind. “Aww fuck…” “Eventually,” Dash teased. She scowled slightly as he tried to sit up, which involved both attempting to push her off and an end to touching her. “What’s up?” “Cameras!” Dakota blurted. “T-they’ll have seen everything! They’ll know we broke in here!” “Huh?” Dash blinked, then grinned again, stroking his chest. “Awww honey, no! That’s so cute. I disabled the whole system before I came up here. Won’t come back online until morning.” “…Oh.” “Yeah, didja think I was gonna crack someone’s safe and not cover my ass?” She pointed across the room at it, Dakota realising it was now shut. He didn’t remember her doing it but to be fair he’d drunk a fair bit of scotch and been distracted by a gorgeous woman in skintight latex. “I want that asshole to come in here like nothing’s wrong, check the headlines, then run to that baby and pull it open to realise it’s all over.” Dakota blinked at the anger on her face. “Whoa. What’d this guy do to you?” “Stole from me,” Dash seethed. “So I came here to take back what’s mine.” “I can get behind that,” the poodle assured her, gently stroking her thigh. Dash’s face softened back into the pleased grin he’d come to treasure, and they resumed making out, Dakota enjoying the feeling of her breastplate against his chest and the sound of her wings occasionally flapping in pleasure from his touch. “Heh, gotta remember to catch one of your shows sometime.” “Mmmm…” Dash finished kissing him, their lips separating with a slight popping sound as she frowned down at him. “My what, sorry?” “Your shows,” Dakota clarified, goosing her and making her bite her lip in pleasure. “You know, you gigs?” “Mmm?” Dash asked, even as she put her hands behind her head to mess up her hair and pose for him, still straddling him. “I mean, if you can hack security cameras your stage effects must be out of this world!” “I’ve been called that a time or two,” the Pegasus chuckled, running her fingers over his chest as she knelt closer to him. “But sorry babe, still don’t getcha.” “Well, y’know, the outfit, the camera work, knowing how to get in and out of places, you’re a special effects artist, right?” The Poodle grinned as he stroked her hips. “And a part time dancer, I’m guessing.” Silence. Dash had gone absolutely still on top of Dakota as he continued to feel her up. Not an unpleasant feeling on his end, but it would be nice if his new partner would go back to all the fun kissing and moaning. “I’m a thief,” Dash said eventually. She hadn’t stopped playing, in fact she’d only gripped his wrist to move it to a more favourable spot on her body, but there was a flat, cautious tone to her voice. “Yeah, I know,” Dakota smiled, indicating the safe with his head. “It’s okay, the guy stole from you.” “No, I mean professionally.” Dash was looking straight down at him. “I’m a professional thief.” Long pause. “What?” Dakota asked sitting up. Dash obligingly climbed off him. “Felt kinda self-explanatory.” “But I thought you said he stole something from you…?” “Yeah,” Dash clarified, nodding brightly now he seemed to be getting it. “He promised to split the take if I did him a major solid. I only really wanted one thing from the score, so I even waved my usual fee, and the scumbag went ahead and kept it. So I, y’know, broke in here and stole it back.” She smiled, stroking his chest fluff. “And met you.” “So…you’re a for-real thief? With guns and mobsters and criminal charges and all that?” “Sometimes and only if I get caught.” Another pause. Dash sighed. “Awww dude, no, nonono, don’t—” Dakota sprang off the couch and bounded for the door. He yelped as Dash blurred into existence in front of it. How could somebody move so fast?! He spun on his heel, trying to make it to the roof exit, not even thinking of what he’d do up there and with a flying creature on his tail. He never even made it anyway. With another sigh, Rainbow Dash causally pulled the cord of a nearby lamp out of the wall, twisted it into a lasso with her amazing speed, and hurled it across the room to whip around Dakota’s waist. With a yank backed up by a flap of her powerful wings she dragged the poodle almost entirely back across the room towards her. Dakota tried to keep his balance, but one misstep and he was falling to his knees, staring at Dash’s long, luscious legs as those white thigh high boots walked towards him. “What’s the problem?” she sighed as he looked up at her, a look of patience on her face as she put the hand that wasn’t holding his bonds on her hip. Her outfit made it almost impossible to see her as anything other than an BDSM fantasy, but the annoyed look on her face was too mundane. “I can’t go to jail!” Dakota yelped, writhing in panic. Rainbow raised an eyebrow. “Nobody said ya would.” “I mean I can’t be a, fuck, what do you call it—” “An accessory,” Dash said simply, nodding to herself in realisation. “You heard me say I took care of the cameras, right?” “Well, yeah, but still!” “Plus, you didn’t bust the safe. I did. You didn’t do anything other than accept a drink and feel me up. All consensual.” “It’s, I dunno…” Dakota grunted, uselessly struggling against his makeshift bonds. “The principle of the thing! Or something! I can’t be an accessory to a crime!” “Now there’s an idea,” Dash grinned, and there was a glint in her eyes that made Dakota freeze in place. He watched as she reached into her cleavage, pulling out an ornate looking coin. Her prize from the safe, he realised. “I swear I won’t tell anyone I saw you?” he tried, grinning nervously up at the Pegasus as she bent down, balancing the coin on the carpet and sending it spinning with a flick of her wrist. His eyes began to track back and forth between the golden blur and the glorious sheen of Dash’s outfit as she straightened back up, looming over him. “Sure you won’t, babe,” Dash soothed, sitting back on the air somehow and casually crossing one of her booted legs over the other. Dakota realised her wings were gently flapping, allowing her to ‘sit back’ by hovering off the floor. The slow, silent motion of her beautiful cyan wings were an almost perfect match for the still spinning coin, which his eyes kept tracking back to as if magnetized. The glints on the metal and Dash’s latex began to blur in his vision, slowly melting into one. It was fascinating. “Just sit back and relax,” Dash purred gently. “That’s it. Relax and watch. Watch and listen. Listen and relax. Watch the coin. Listen to my voice. Listen to my voice and watch the coin. Watch the coin and listen to my voice.” Dakota wanted to ask what the fuck she was doing but it was hard to get the words lined up correctly in his head for some reason. Dash’s soft, sensual voice and the blur of the spinning coin kept working their way into his line of thought, as if they were both gently sliding into his head like mist, obscuring his thoughts, his fear, his everything… “Listen to my voice,” Dash continued softly, “as I tell ya to relax and watch. Relax and watch. Watch and relax. Relax and listen. Listen and watch. Watch and relax. Relax and listen. Listen to my voice as I tell you to relax and watch and to watch and to relax. It’s all the same, Dakota, just as long as you listen to my voice. Can you still hear me, babe?” “…Yes…” the poodle managed eventually, his wide eyes fixed completely on the still spinning coin. His struggling had stopped almost five minutes into Dash’s looping mantra. “Good. Good boy. All ya gotta do is listen and relax and watch and relax. Relax so much that watching become harder and harder and listening becomes easier and easier. Listen and relax. Relax so much that you can’t watch anymore, only listen…” She smiled as the poodle’s eyes blinked, fluttered, and had to supress a giggle as they closed and he curled in on himself a little. “Very good boy! Good puppy. Can you still hear me?” “…Yes…” “That’s great, sweetie,” Dash whispered, sitting down beside him and gently stroking his hair. “Now I want you to listen to this: call me ‘Mistress’, okay? Can you do that for me?” “…Yes…” “Yes what?” Dash teased, wagging a gloved finger even though he couldn’t see it. Drama was everything, after all. “…sorry…yes, Mistress…” “Good boy!” Dash tenderly scratched under his jaw. “’Cause that’s what I am, your Mistress! And that’s why you listen to me, because I’m your Mistress. And that’s why you obey me, because I’m your Mistress. That makes sense, doesn’t it?” “…Yes, Mistress…” “Gooooood boy,” Dash purred again, stroking him. “Now just relax and listen as your Mistress tells you who you’re gonna be when she wakes you up…” *** Over the next few weeks those who knew him noticed a low-key change in Dakota. He seemed more…content. Chipper, even! When the inference he’d met some mystery girl entered the conversation they all nodded to themselves and wished him well. That explained everything. Except his new wardrobe. Or maybe it did. For whatever reason Dakota had developed a predilection for tight, black latex bodysuits with white faux-leather duelling gloves and boots, each with pink trim, and a small pink plastic heart-with-wing symbol on the chest. Ironically this both increased and decreased his chances of employment: venues that had been nervous about hiring a proudly nudist Anthro were glad to offer space in their musical line ups to someone wearing clothes, but some had strict dress codes. Even the willing employers were slightly worried by the…devotion the Poodle seemed to show to his outfit. Nevertheless, affordable talent was at a primum, especially during tourist seasons, and it was easy enough to come to a compromise Dakota would often suggest himself: just let him slip a venue’s jacket over his outfit and bingo. Uniform requirement met, the bare minimum anyway. Places that refused this simple solution, and even high-class ones that accepted, would suffer an expert robbery a few months later. The especially rude ones would be vandalized, any crime connections anonymously leaked to the press. Because no one was rude to Rainbow Dash’s pet and got away with it. While Dakota greatly enjoyed this new role in life, he was almost totally unaware of it. *** “Great set tonight,” the exhausted stage manager smiled at Dakota as the band finished packing up, preparing for their late evening replacements. “Thanks. I really, really want to keep this job,” the poodle smiled back, winking. He was helping to pack things up since the piano he’d used was the hotel’s, so he had it easy compared to the other musicians and stage hands. He’d always been willing to do people a favour if they needed it but something in the back of his mind had spent the past few months whispering that he should always make a good impression. No one talks to the cops about the guy who always helps them out. “Any plans for the weekend?” the manager asked as they both headed further backstage, towards the stairwell that would let them back into the lobby. “Nah, just gonna take it easy, see my lady.” “Nice. When’s she get in? Could double date.” “Whenever she wants,” Dakota chuckled. “She always likes to catch up after a long flight.” The stage manager laughed and waved good bye, wondering what that meant and forgetting all about by their first drink and sight of their own significant other. Something buzzed in the pocket of Dakota’s jacket. He pulled out a smart-phone way above what even his changed fortunes should’ve been able to furnish him with and looked at the text. No name. Just two wine-red eye icons, half lidded with long lashes. His lady. His mistress. Despite his mounting excitement he felt a calm settle over him, as if her soft, warm glove was stroking his brain. He opened the message, read a code word that put him deeper into trance, and put his phone back in his pocket, eyes glassy and walking slowly but efficiently to the room number that came with the code word. On the way he picked up the room’s extra key card, which had been hidden where the text told him it would, entered the suite, and sank both further into trance and to his knees before the bed. Almost ten minutes later he heard the door unlocking but didn’t look up. He mustn’t look up. Not until he was told. “Ah, there’s my good boy,” cooed Rainbow Dash, striding across the room and happily sitting on the edge of the bed. She held out the toe of one boot. “Here’s a treat for being right where I want you.” “Thank you, Mistress,” Dakota said simply and started kissing and licking the white leather and pink ceramic. Dash smiled down at him fondly, turning her head to watch the motions of his worship before snapping the wingtips of one of her wings like fingers. Dakota stopped instantly. “Such a good boy,” Dash sighed happily, leaning down to pet his hair. “Look at me.” Dakota looked up at his Mistress, breaking into a dozy smile. Dash grinned and giggled like a school girl. She had no trouble being powerful around her pet, but it was hard not to crack up like that, he was just sooooo cute! “Report,” she commanded. Dakota had fed one of her private accounts a constant stream of security cam placements, floor layouts and guard patrol routes from the first day he’d stated here, but Dash liked to have the information fresh in her head. It kept her professional. “Security has changed since last week, Mistress,” Dakota reported almost mechanically, stopping his licking to sit back and look up at her. “Extra cameras have been added to the tenth floor ball room and the maintenance corridors on that and the eleventh floor. I have mapped them. The catering staff on floor eleven were complaining about having to share with floor fourteen, so their meeting room is probably the one they’ve turned into a security centre for the operation.” “Good boy,” Dash cooed, impressed and scratching under his chin. “Do you have a gig tonight?” “No, Mistress. We had our last set of this week a few hours ago.” “Awww,” Dash moaned to herself. She loved watching Dakota play, enjoyed the sight of her pet enjoying himself. He worked so hard for her, so loyally, and she loved walking up to him after a good gig and taking him out on the town. She’d been hoping for one of those little dates before the rare item she was targeting would arrive next week. But no biggie. “So you’re off for the week?” she asked. “Yes, Mistress.” “And you’re sure no one’s seen you casing the joint?” A slight smirk curved up one side of Dakota’s mouth, even in trance. “No one ever sees me, Mistress. You trained me too well.” “That I did, my little sleeper agent!” Dash chuckled, leaning in to kiss him. Didn’t even kiss back, such a good, deeply hypnotised boy. She stroked the sides of his face. “Date Night Mode in three…two…one…” She snapped her fingers right next to his ear. Dakota blinked, registered her, and his face lit up as his tail began to wag furiously. “Mistress! I’ve been hoping you’d turn up for so long…” “Shh,” Dash soothed, pulling him up onto the bed with her, “I’m here now. Good job. Good puppy.” “Rrrr…” Dakota shut his eyes briefly as the dual code phrases sank into the pleasure centres of his brain, travelling down his spine, stimulating his body into a growing erection. “Thank you, Mistress…” “You wanna thank me? Get this breastplate off and unzip me…” Dash laid back as her pet got to work, curling her booted legs around him, savouring the feel of his arms, the closeness of his body, the feel of his own latex and the flesh underneath. Soon their lips were locked, their tongues dancing, and then, at Dash’s half-command, half-plea Dakota was on top of her, inside, thrusting, making her moan his name in bliss… Dakota the poodle had, briefly, been a good friend to Rainbow ‘Rouge’ Dash. Did she didn’t meet many males she gelled with as well as the poodle on a job, and she hadn’t wanted to let that go. And a musician! How cool was that?! Plus, spunk and attitude? Mmmm!~ Sure, there’d been those fussy ethics, but she’d taken care of those. And sure, he was magnificent in the sack. But really? Deep down, even when turning herself into a master thief who dabbled in hypnosis…part of Rainbow Dash had always wanted a dog. END

CorpsePuppy

563385

Other,Princess Celestia,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm

The Ghost of Princess Celestia

Last night Twilight was haunted by the ghost of Princess Celestia, she said that Twilight was "More or less than just some dumb nerd."

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<p>Inspired by Asscastle by Cate Wurtz (can't link it due to SFW only rule) and <a href="https://youtu.be/zjolVynAdmc?si=GbsL6braJ94Ox5qe" rel="nofollow">The Ghost of Bob Saget by Car Seat Headrest</a></p><hr/><p>Twilight Sparkle sits alone in her room, studying as always, when suddenly her teacher, Princess Celestia appears in her room and begins to relentlessly bully her. Afterwards, Princess Celestia asks if Twilight would like to go on a ghost adventure.</p><p>Also I'm in the story hi.</p>

mature

2024-08-14T18:26:02+00:00

2024-08-14T18:26:02+00:00

Twilight sits in the main area of the Golden Oak Library, reading a book with no cover, that has pages with no words, because the details of this book are not important whatsoever. As Twilight reads, the ambience of the world around her fills her ears and mind with pleasure. Spike's feet smacking against the floor, the birds outside her window chirping, and the click of a lighter coming from behind her, wait that's not right. Twilight turned around to investigate the source of this sound, and found her teacher and mentor, Princess Celestia, leaning against the wall of the Golden Oak library, poorly attempting to light the cigarette hanging out of her mouth. "What's up book horse?" The Princess asked Twilight. "Princess Celestia?" Twilight asked, "How did you get here? Why are you here without notice? Why are you smoking inside?" "Not actually Princess Celestia, I'm just the ghost of Princess Celesita." "But Princess Celestia isn't dead?" "Yeah I know that, but this is a Bob Saget type situation, that didn't age too well actually he's actually dead now." "Who's Bob Saget?" "Not gonna tell you," The princess, or rather her ghost, took a puff of her now lit cigarette, "with how much of a nerd you are you should know that." "Well frankly I don't think that sort of name calling is necessary." "I don't care, you're nothing more or less than just a nerd." "Well sometimes being a nerd is good!" Twilight protested, "I was able to make it into Princess Celestia's school for gifted foals!" "Do you really not know how easy it is to get into that school?" The ghost asked, "Your friends back in Canterlot are some of the easiest ponies to fool I've ever seen." "Why are you even here in the first place?" "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to take you on some sort of ghost adventure or something, I don't know Astrid doesn't really know what she's doing." Hey fuck you. "Say what you want to me I'm just some words on your computer screen, anyway yeah I gotta take you on a ghost adventure." "Does the ink I use leak noxious fumes or something what the hell is going on? "Honestly I have no idea, anyway your floor's got a boner, because Astrid can't think of anything original and just needs to steal from other people." Uncalled for. Anyway, Twilight turns around and finds that her floor in fact does have a boner. "What?- Okay, what do you want me to do about it?" "Don't you want the floor boner, or rather floorner, that's a shitty joke Astrid, don't you want it to go away?" "Well yeah I guess so but don't they just go away after a while?" "For a nerd you're really stupid, have you never had a boner before?!" "No I've never had a boner before! I have no bone to er, wow you're right Astrid does suck at writing comedy." "See I told you." Shut up and get to the task at hand. "Oh yeah, you gotta suck the floor boner." "...WHAT!?" "Look girl don't ask me it's just a part of this shitty story." It's a reference to Asscastle by Cate Wurtz fuck off. "I'm not sucking the floor boner that's stupid." "Well you gotta to make the story progress somehow, so get sucking, this is so stupid oh my god." Twilight walked over to the floorner, okay that is really stupid, Twilight walked over to the floor boner, and looked down at it, questioning her life choices up to this point. It didn't even look phallically or anything, it was just some sort of protrusion from the floor. Twilight laid down next to the protrusion, a- "Do I really have to do this?" Twilight please don't make me add the non-con tag this is already weird enough as it is. "Alright fine, but you owe me." Twilight laid down next to the protrusion, god why do I write these things, and she began to suck, really poorly. "Wow," The ghost said, "You are shockingly bad at this." "Be quiet I've never done this before." "I could've guessed that, you're so bad the floor got turned off." Twilight turned back around to find out that the floor boner was gone. "Thank Celestia I don't have to do that anymore." "Alright we're ready for our ghost adventure, take these." The ghost threw a ghost uniform and ghost badge at Twilight. "And why do I need these?" "So you can travel through the ghost world I guess, I don't know it's more shit Astrid stole from Asscatle I think." "I mean that makes enough sense to me." And with her shitty Asscastle reference/parody/idk ending, Twilight put on her ghost uniform and ghost badge, prepared for her ghost adventure with Ghost Celestia. The two stepped out of the Golden Oak library into Ghost Ponyville, which was just Ponyville, but there were ghosts in some places. Twilight had commit herself completely, an- "Are you really going to make Car Seat Headrest references this whole time." Twilight stop interrupting me I swear to god let me tell my damn story I am NOT talking to anyone I am typing this on my computer. Anyway yeah Ghostlestia and Twilight are going through Ghostquestria on a ghostventure. "What are we even supposed to be doing on this ghost adventure anyway?" "We gotta go to 7-Ghostleven and get me another pack of cigarettes." "And how am I important to this?" "I don't have any money." "So you want me to buy you a pack of cigarettes from the aptly named 7-Ghostleven?" "Yeah." "Why do I have to be the main character of this stupid fucking story." "Because otherwise you're completely worthless and just a huge nerd." "What's your problem?" "This is just how I'm written so Astrid can end this the same way Asscastle ended, with you just saying 'Maybe I'll kill myself' I think it's stupid but what are you gonna do? Oh by the way you should kill yourself." "Oh, great." And so they went, off to 7-Ghostleven to buy Ghostlestia a pack of cigarettes, only problem is that Twilight's never been to Ghostquestria, she doesn't know where a 7-Ghostleven is. How will Twilight buy Ghostlestia her cigarettes without knowing where the 7-Ghostleven is? Twilight felt the panic begin to set i- "No I didn't." SHUT THE FUCK UP, Twilight felt the panic begin to set in, how will she complete her ghost quest for Ghostlestia and get out of Ghostquestria without ghost knowing where the 7-Ghostleven is? "There's one right there." Ghostlestia pointed towards a 7-Ghostleven no more that 12 feet away. With their largest problem behind them, they walked into the 7-Ghostleven and prepared to purchase a fresh ghostly pack of cigarettes. "Welcome to 7-Ghostleven how can I help you?" the unidentified ghost behind the counter asked. "I need a pack of cigarettes." "That'll be two." Twilight handed the ghost two bits. The ghost looked down at the two bits, absolutely befuddled. "Do you think I'm stupid?" "What?" "I asked you if you think I'm fucking stupid." "What do you mean?" "We don't accept bits, only ghostcoin." "What's ghostcoin?" "Get out of my store." "No I'm not getting out of your store." "I'll call the ghost cops." "I don't care if you call the ghost cops I'm not leaving until you give me the cigarettes." Twilight finds herself in the holding cell of the ghost police station, Ghostlestia currently trying to negotiate with the guard to get her out. "Please dude just let her out," Ghostlestia says to the officer in charge. "Don't call me dude, it is officer or sir, and why should I let her out?" "If you did it'd be pretty awesome." Twilight and Ghostlestia lean against a wall in an alleyway, Ghostlestia smoking a cigarette from a freshly aquired pack she found on the ground of said alleyway. "Sorry for causing you all that trouble I guess." "I don't care anymore I'm just fucking tired." "You're still a huge nerd by the way." "Just send me home." Twilight appears in her bed at the Golden Oak library, being stripped of her ghost uniform and ghost badge, as she stares out the window into the sky. "..." Twilight say the thing. "Huh?" Y'know how we were supposed to end the story, right? "Oh, yeah, but I'll do it later, I'm tired as hell right now." Twilight the story is ending now just say the fucking thing. "Okay, fine." "Maybe I'll kill myself"

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

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<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-14T14:25:04+00:00

2024-08-15T23:47:47+00:00

After another adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight Sparkle and her friends returned to her castle, eager for a day of relaxation. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the crystal walls as the friends settled in the library, chatting and enjoying a break from their usual adventures. As they sipped on tea and munched on treats Pinkie Pie had baked, Rarity began to fidget. At first, it seemed like she was just adjusting her seating, but soon she was scratching at her fur with increasing intensity. "Rarity, are you alright?" Twilight asked, concern evident in her voice. "I don't know, darling," Rarity replied, still scratching. "I feel like something is crawling all over me." Twilight levitated a magnifying glass over to Rarity and carefully inspected her coat. It didn’t take long for her to spot the culprit. She sees a flea that is biting her friend's coat! "There's a flea on you!" Twilight exclaimed. Rarity gasped in horror. "A flea? Oh, this is dreadful! Simply dreadful!" As Rarity continued to scratch, Applejack stepped in, placing a hoof on her friend's shoulder. "Now, hold on there, Rarity. Scratchin' ain't gonna make things any better." Rarity looked at her incredulously. "Why not? It itches so much!" Applejack explained, "Flea bites itch because of the saliva they leave behind when they bite. The saliva has irritants that cause your skin to react and get all itchy. Scratchin' only makes it worse and can lead to an infection." "Oh, Applejack, you're absolutely right! I certainly wouldn't want an unsightly infection ruining my fabulous complexion. I must exercise restraint, even if it is terribly tempting to scratch." Rarity said, starting to feel anxious and a touch of exasperation at the inconvenience of having to avoid scratching. She wants to maintain her elegant appearance and avoiding anything that could detract from it. Fluttershy steps in and explained; "They survive by sucking on the blood of those who are biting and spread saliva on. They find new hosts to live on by searching for body heat, movements, and breathing. Once fleas detect a new host, they jump onto its skin, fur, or feathers. They also lay eggs. After feeding on your blood, A single flea can lay 40–50 eggs per day and the eggs can hatch within 10 days, depending on the environment. As for flea dirt, it's not actually dirt—it's flea poop, a mix of blood meal and flea waste." That explanation made Rarity almost get to the verge of throwing up, but she held it in. “Oh, the horror!” Rarity exclaims while she lifts a hoof to her forehead in a dramatic pose. Twilight is there to stop Rarity's infestation as she uses her magic to conjure a special collar. "This collar should help. It’ll draw the fleas away from you, and then we can treat your bites." Rarity stood still as Twilight placed the collar around her neck. With a soft glow, the collar activated and soon the fleas were being drawn away, trapped within the magical barrier of the collar. "There, that should do it," Twilight said as she applied a soothing cream to Rarity's flea bites. "This will help with the itching." Rarity sighed in relief as the cool cream began to work its magic. "Thank you, Twilight. I don't know what I'd do without you all." As Rarity settled down to rest, Twilight and the others believed they had the situation under control. However, what they didn’t realize was that these were no ordinary fleas. As the magical collar worked, the fleas began to multiply, laying eggs, broke the barrier with a bite and a wave of magic is spreading quickly through the castle. The following morning, Twilight and the others awoke to find themselves scratching just as furiously as Rarity had been the day before. It was clear that this infestation was far from over. And so, the adventure with the magic fleas began, as the friends would have to find a way to rid themselves and the castle of the tiny, but troublesome pests. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

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<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-14T23:39:31+00:00

2024-08-15T11:36:40+00:00

Twilight Sparkle and her friends woke up with the sun, only to find themselves itching unbearably. Each pony scratched furiously, confusion and discomfort evident on their faces. Twilight quickly gathered everypony in her throne room, where the group continued to fidget and scratch incessantly. "Rarity, I thought the magic collar would prevent the fleas from bothering you," Twilight said, her face a mix of concern and confusion. "I don't understand it either, Twilight," Rarity responded, her voice strained as she tried to refrain from scratching. "I was so careful!" Twilight conjured magic collars for herself and the rest of the group, hoping to put an end to the itching. But the moment they donned the collars, the itching intensified. Twilight's eyes widened in shock as she realized her spell had backfired. "Everypony, stop!" she commanded, her horn glowing as she created a holographic presentation above the map in the center of the room. The image zoomed in on the fleas, revealing that they were not only surviving the magic but thriving. "The magic has somehow enhanced their strength!" Twilight exclaimed. "They're multiplying faster than ever!" The ponies stared at the hologram in horror as it displayed the fleas biting through the magic collars and laying eggs at an alarming rate. The realization that their situation was rapidly deteriorating sent a shiver down Twilight’s spine. "Oh, poor little fleas. They’re just trying to survive.” Fluttershy cooed as Rainbow looked at her in annoyance. "What?" Eventually, the presentation shows the fleas dripping out flea dirt on their coats! They were all grossed out and their feelings of horror got even more noticeable. "Ahhh! My coat! This is absolutely dreadful! Twilight, do something!” Rarity screamed as she sees the presentation showing some fleas laying some flea dirt on her and starts scratching again. "We need to stop scratching," Twilight said, her voice firm. "The more we scratch, the worse it will get." Rarity whimpered, her coat beginning to break out in blisters. Twilight quickly used her magic to form a forcefield around each pony, pinning their hooves away from their bodies. "I'm sorry, everypony, but this is for your own good. We have to endure the itching until I can find a solution," Twilight explained, her voice filled with determination. She applied some soothing cream to her own coat, hoping it would provide at least a little relief. "I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise to find a way to fix this." As Twilight left the room to work on a solution, the other ponies tried to remain calm. Applejack and Fluttershy huddled close to Rarity, offering comforting words. "We're here for you, Rarity. We'll get through this together," Applejack said reassuringly. "Twilight will find a way to help us," Fluttershy added softly. Despite their words, the itchiness only grew worse. Rarity twitched in pain and sobbed, her friends doing their best to support her. They knew that Twilight would come up with a solution, but until then, they had no choice but to endure. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

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<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-15T01:39:20+00:00

2024-08-15T20:03:11+00:00

Twilight sat in her room, desperately scouring her shelves for a solution. Books and scrolls piled up around her as she flipped through pages, searching for anything that could help her rid herself and her friends of the magic fleas. The itching was relentless and she could barely focus, but she forced herself to resist scratching. Her horn glowed as she levitated a soothing cream towards herself, applying it to the worst of the bites. The cool relief was momentary, but it allowed her a brief respite from the torment. She mulled over the possible sources of the enhanced biology of the fleas, her eyes drifting to the collar on her desk. With a thoughtful frown, she picked it up and examined it closely, her magic probing the enchanted fibers for clues. Just as she was about to dissect it, a piercing scream echoed through the castle, making her jump. Rarity’s voice filled the halls, a mix of terror and desperation. Twilight rushed to the throne room, her heart pounding. The sight that greeted her was chaotic: Rarity was thrashing about, her magic restraints faltering as she struggled to free herself. Her coat was matted from relentless scratching and her eyes were wild with panic. The others, still bound by their magical restraints, watched in alarm as Rarity’s frenzy intensified. "Please, no! This isn’t how a lady should be treated! I must get out of here! I can’t stand this! Let me go! Oh, the horror!" Rarity shouted, trying to break free of her restraints, her distress evident as she was choking with sobs of misery. “Rarity, stop!” Pinkie Pie called out; her voice laced with concern. But Rarity was beyond reason, her hooves working furiously to alleviate the unbearable itch. "This is unbearable!" she cried in pain. "My beautiful coat... ruined! Oh, it’s simply dreadful. I can’t suffer like this anymore." However, more scratches and blisters are becoming even more visible on her. Eventually, she broke free and fell as she gasped with relief. "Freedom at last!" she exclaims in relief and happiness, though her victory is short-lived as the itching overtakes her again. "No, no, no! Make it stop!" she shouted when her scratching became even more frantic, her usual grace forgotten in the face of her agony. Rainbow Dash turned to Twilight; her expression grim. “Twilight, you’ve got to do something!” Twilight’s mind raced. She could see the toll the fleas were taking on her friend. Rarity’s normally pristine coat was disheveled, and her composure was shattered. The situation was dire. Twilight closed her eyes for a moment, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself. The solution wasn’t going to be found in a book or a potion; it required quick thinking and a bit of improvisation. Focusing her magic, Twilight conjured a containment spell around Rarity, hoping to calm her enough to halt the scratching. The barrier shimmered as it enveloped the frantic unicorn, soothing her nerves and dampening the itching sensation. Rarity’s movements slowed; her breathing steadied as the magic took effect. She sank to the floor, exhausted but no longer frenzied. Twilight approached cautiously, her heart heavy with sympathy. “We’re going to fix this, Rarity,” Twilight said softly. “I promise.” As Twilight turned to face the others, she realized the gravity of the situation. The magic fleas were more formidable than she had anticipated, and finding a solution was becoming increasingly urgent. She knew she had to act swiftly to protect her friends from further harm. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

complete

<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-15T02:05:25+00:00

2024-08-15T02:05:25+00:00

Twilight Sparkle carefully applied a soothing cream to her friends, each wincing at the touch but sighing in relief as the cool ointment took effect. Once she was done, she made her way back to her room, her mind already turning back to the research she had been conducting before the outbreak of chaos. The books and scrolls were scattered across her desk, and she returned to them with a determined frown. She was determined to understand the full scope of the issue. After hours of intense study and cross-referencing, she made a startling discovery. The technological features of her collar had been exposed due to the fleas that had bitten Rarity's collar. The magic within Rarity’s collar, when compromised by the fleas, released a wave of magic that had gone unnoticed. This wave rendered all their collars useless and ineffective. Armed with this knowledge, Twilight hurried back to the throne room. There, Rarity remained under the containment spell, while the rest of her friends were still restrained but managing their discomfort. "Everyone," Twilight announced as she entered the room. "I think I know what happened to our collars." All eyes turned to her, filled with curiosity and concern. "When the fleas bit Rarity's collar, it set off a chain reaction. The magic in her collar released a wave that disrupted all of our collars' functions." A wave of shock rippled through the room. Her friends began to murmur in alarm, their fear palpable. "But that means…" Rainbow Dash started, her voice rising. "That our collars can't protect us anymore!" Fluttershy finished, her eyes wide with panic. "Everypony, calm down!" Twilight commanded, trying to keep the group from descending into chaos. But before she could further explain, they noticed that the fleas that had caused so much trouble were gone. "We're free!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, bouncing up and down with her usual enthusiasm. As the containment spells and restraints fell away, the room was filled with a sense of relief and celebration. However, their joy was short-lived. The air was suddenly pierced by the sound of distant screams and sobs coming from Ponyville. Twilight’s heart sank as realization hit her. "The fleas… They must have traveled to Ponyville and started an infestation there!" Determined to help her fellow ponies, Twilight immediately began concocting a potion, her horn glowing with precision and speed. She worked tirelessly, and after a while, she had created a mixture that would make her and her friends completely invincible against flea bites. "This should protect us," she said, distributing the concoction to her friends. "We won’t feel any itches anymore." With renewed determination, Twilight and her friends set out for Ponyville, ready to face the new challenge that awaited them. The fate of the town rested in their hooves, and they were prepared to do whatever it took to save their home from the impending flea infestation. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

complete

<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-15T02:19:43+00:00

2024-08-15T23:51:42+00:00

Twilight Sparkle and her friends stepped hoof into Ponyville, only to be met with a chaotic scene. Everypony was scratching like crazy, some even more than Rarity when she had gone insane with frustration. The streets were filled with the sound of groans and cries as ponies desperately tried to relieve the unbearable itching. Even the Cutie Mark Crusaders—Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo—along with Diamond Tiara and the Cake twins, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, were suffering from the relentless itching. Rarity's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her little sister, Sweetie Belle, furiously scratching at her coat. Applejack’s heart sank as she watched Apple Bloom in the same predicament. Pinkie Pie, usually a beacon of joy, felt a deep sadness seeing her baby siblings in such distress. “Ahhh, I can’t take this itch no more! Applejack’s gotta have some sorta remedy.” Apple Bloom screamed. “I don’t know if I should use my hooves or a brush or—ow! Maybe just use a mirror.” Sweetie Belle said. “Scratching’s not helping! We need to think of something fast. Maybe Rainbow Dash has some advice.” Scootaloo shouted, her itching getting worse, “Daddy’s going to hear about this! I need a solution pronto and I’m definitely not going to scratch. It’s so undignified!” Diamond Tiara whined as she temporarily stopped scratching. Unfortunately, the sensation of itching overtakes her again. She screamed in agony as she scratched away. Baby Pound Cake and Pumpkin Pie were just crying and throwing a fit as they scratched their tiny bodies, only to find that their misery is getting even worse. After comforting as many ponies and fillies as they could with creams and ointments, it became clear that nothing was working. The scratching persisted, and soon, the coats of the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Diamond Tiara began to shed, leaving patches of bare skin. Twilight Sparkle, determined to bring order to the chaos, finally managed to settle down everypony. She then revealed that Rarity was the cause of this mess. Gasps of shock and disgust echoed through the crowd as Rarity hung her head in shame, nodding in agreement. Fluttershy gently stepped forward to explain what had happened. She recounted their visit to the Everfree Forest the previous day and how, upon their return to Twilight’s castle, Rarity began to feel an itching sensation. Twilight, ever resourceful, had conjured a magic collar to strap on Rarity, hoping to contain whatever was causing the discomfort. She had made similar collars for herself and the rest of her friends, hoping to prevent the spread of the mysterious affliction. However, Applejack pointed out that the fleas had somehow bitten through those collars. They were more powerful and invincible than anyone had anticipated. When they bit through Rarity’s collar, a wave of magic was released, tearing through the others’ collars as well. "That wave must've spread all over Ponyville and had hit everypony. Those fleas also must've flown in that wave and landed on you all. It must've also made your bodies complete vulnerable to bites." Twilight explained as everybody starts twitching and scratching in pain again. Twilight, resolute in her quest for a solution, decided to catch one of the fleas in a jar. She knew she needed to take it back to the Everfree Forest to seek the wisdom of Zecora, the zebra known for her extensive knowledge of the forest's flora and fauna. Zecora might be able to shed light on what had caused these fleas to settle on Rarity in the first place. Leaving her friends in Ponyville to continue calming the townsfolk, Twilight set off towards the Everfree Forest, the jar containing the flea securely fastened in her saddlebag. She was determined to find a cure and bring an end to the itchy nightmare plaguing Ponyville. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

complete

<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-15T11:36:11+00:00

2024-08-15T11:36:10+00:00

Twilight arrived at Zecora's hut, her heart heavy with concern. She gently knocked on the door, which creaked open to reveal the zebra's welcoming smile. "Twilight Sparkle, what brings you here?" Zecora greeted, her voice melodious and calm. "Zecora, thank you for seeing me," Twilight replied as she stepped inside. "I need your help." Once inside, Zecora's eyes fell on the jar Twilight was carrying. "What is it that you carry in that jar? It seems like trouble from afar." Twilight placed the jar on a table, revealing a tiny, hopping flea inside. "This little guy is part of an epidemic in Ponyville. The fleas are causing chaos and our magic can't seem to stop them." Zecora leaned in to inspect the flea, her eyes narrowing as she observed the creature. After a moment, she straightened up with a look of realization. "This is a breed so rare, they bring despair," Zecora said, her tone grave. "Magic they resist, making them persist." Twilight's eyes widened in wonder and worry. "So that's why we can't seem to get rid of them. My friends are struggling to help the ponies, but nothing is working. How do we stop them?" Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Twilight's friends were tirelessly trying to comfort the ponies and fillies, who were scratching themselves raw. Rarity and the others began to feel the effects of Twilight’s potion wearing off and their itching returned with a vengeance. The entire town was in chaos, with everypony desperately trying to find relief. Back in the hut, Twilight explained, "Rarity picked up some of these fleas when we were leaving the Everfree Forest yesterday. Do you know where they might have come from?" Zecora nodded thoughtfully and motioned for Twilight to follow her. They ventured deep into the forest, the dense foliage creating a sense of foreboding. Finally, they reached a large, overgrown bush. Hidden beneath its leaves was a massive nest teeming with the same fleas. "This is their home, from here they roam," Zecora explained. "We must act fast, or this problem will last." Twilight's resolve hardened as she looked at the nest. "We'll find a way to stop them, Zecora. Together." To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

complete

<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-15T12:41:42+00:00

2024-08-15T12:41:41+00:00

Twilight and Zecora made their way back to the cozy hut nestled in the heart of the Everfree Forest. The atmosphere was tense, but they were determined to brainstorm a solution to rid Ponyville of the troublesome bugs once and for all. The two friends gathered around a cluttered wooden table, its surface littered with various ingredients, potions, and notes. “We must find a way to end this blight,” Zecora said, her voice laced with concern. “Before Ponyville falls to the bugs’ might.” Twilight nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. She sifted through the array of scrolls and bottles, searching for something that might spark an idea. Just as she was about to speak, a sudden clanking sound interrupted her thoughts. The flea in the jar had become agitated, hopping frantically against the glass. It was moving so vigorously that the jar nudged forward, knocking a nearby potion off the shelf. The vial shattered on the ground, releasing a plume of thick, purple smoke. Zecora’s eyes widened in shock as the smoke swirled and was absorbed into the flea’s jar. Almost instantly, the flea shriveled up, dissolving into a fine, glittering magic dust. “Did you see that?” Twilight exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and excitement. “The potion—it’s the answer we’ve been looking for!” Zecora nodded, a smile of relief spreading across her face. “With this discovery, we’ve found our key. We’ll use the potion to set Ponyville free.” They quickly got to work, preparing sprays filled with the potion that had dissolved the flea. With their makeshift sprayers in hoof, Twilight and Zecora set out toward the nest, determination in their eyes. As they approached the nest, the buzzing of the bugs grew louder, a cacophony of wings and chittering that filled the air. Twilight and Zecora kept a safe distance, positioning themselves so the wind would carry the potion’s smoke toward the nest. “Now!” Twilight shouted and they both began spraying. The potion’s smoke wafted through the air, enveloping the nest and its inhabitants. The bugs’ frantic movements slowed, and one by one they turned into a shower of confetti, fluttering to the ground. Zecora carefully collected the confetti into a spare jar, sealing it tightly. “Ponyville is safe, thanks to this brew. A remedy found, thanks to me and you.” Twilight smiled gratefully at Zecora. “Thank you so much for your help, Zecora. I couldn’t have done this without you.” Zecora bowed her head humbly. “It was my pleasure, dear Twilight. Together, we’ve put things right.” Suddenly, the sound of her friends calling for help reached Twilight’s ears, echoing from Ponyville. Her heart leaped with worry. “I have to go,” Twilight said urgently. “My friends need me.” Zecora nodded, her expression serious. “Go and be careful on your way. May your magic guide you and keep danger at bay.” With a final wave, Twilight thanked Zecora once more before turning and racing back toward Ponyville, her thoughts focused on her friends and the hope of a safer future for all. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563392

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Zecora,Adventure,Dark,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Magic Infestation

Rarity gets a problem with fleas!

complete

<p>After a long adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and her friends return to her castle. However, the relaxation didn't last very long. It's because Rarity has fleas that have secured themselves on her.</p><p>Cover artist drawn by mytoothless and co-written by Tane4041.</p>

everyone

2024-08-15T12:50:45+00:00

2024-08-15T19:54:31+00:00

Twilight arrived back in Ponyville to a scene of distress and discomfort. Ponies everywhere were frantically scratching themselves, their fur thinning and red, irritated skin becoming more and more visible. The sight of her friends suffering was especially heart-wrenching, as their beautiful coats were now marred by blisters and redness that seemed to cover nearly their entire bodies. Seeing their tears and the frantic scratching, Twilight knew she had to act quickly. She raised her voice above the chaos and assured everypony, “Don’t worry, everypony! I’m here to help!” With a determined expression, she began spraying the ponies with a special concoction she and Zecora had prepared, watching as their frantic movements slowly came to a halt. The relief was almost immediate. The itching stopped and the invisible fleas that had been plaguing the ponies transformed into sparkling magic dust that Twilight expertly contained in a jar she had brought along. The once-tormented ponies looked at Twilight with gratitude, their cheers filling the air as they celebrated their freedom from the pests. Twilight smiled, feeling a sense of pride in having resolved the issue single-handedly. However, the joy was short-lived. Rarity, whose coat was one of the most severely affected, began to sob. Despite the relief from itching, her once luxurious and pristine coat was now dotted with bald spots and covered in red blisters and scars, all on 80% of her body. “My beauty! My gorgeous coat!” Rarity wailed, her tears flowing freely. The other ponies, including her little sister Sweetie Belle, quickly gathered around to comfort her. They reassured her that her fur would grow back and that she would heal soon enough. But Rarity, ever the dramatic, was inconsolable. She was feeling as though her world had come crashing down. As she made her way back home, Sweetie Belle followed closely as she was trying her best to console her older sister. Twilight and the others watched them go; their hearts heavy with concern for their friend. They knew Rarity’s recovery would take time and they vowed to support her through this ordeal, knowing that her beauty would return with patience and care. Rarity lay in the dim confines of her boutique, the soft glow of her horn her only source of light as she spooned another mouthful of ice cream. The flavors, once delightful and full of cheer, now tasted bland and empty. Days had passed since the fleas had taken her away beauty, leaving her with a sparse and uneven coat. Her mirror was covered and every glimpse of herself reflected in the polished surfaces of her shop was a painful reminder of her loss. A knock at the door broke the silence, followed by the gentle voice of Twilight Sparkle. "Rarity, it’s us. Can we come in?" Rarity sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around herself. "Go away," she called out, her voice cracking. "I’ve nothing left to give." "Rarity, please," Twilight persisted. "We just wanted to let you know that the fleas are gone. It’s safe for you to come out now." But Rarity only shook her head, though her friends could not see her. "It’s not about the fleas, Twilight. I can’t go out looking like this. I’m… I’m hideous." "You're not hideous, Rarity," Fluttershy said softly from behind Twilight. "We miss you." Rarity rose and walked to the door but didn't open it. She drew the blinds shut and turned away. "I appreciate your concern, but I can’t face the world like this. Not now. Not ever again!" Back at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie paced back and forth, her usual exuberance dulled by worry. "We can’t just leave her like that," she said, her mane deflating slightly. "There’s gotta be something we can do." Applejack nodded in agreement. "Rarity’s always been there for us. We gotta help her see that she’s more than her looks." Pinkie Pie suddenly stopped pacing, a wide smile slowly forming on her face. "I’ve got it!" she exclaimed, bouncing up and down with renewed energy. She leaned in and whispered her plan to the others. Rainbow Dash grinned and Fluttershy’s eyes lit up with hope. Even Applejack couldn’t help but smile. "That’s a great idea, Pinkie," she said, tipping her hat. "Let’s get to work. Rarity won’t know what hit her." As the friends began to gather supplies and make their preparations, the atmosphere in Sugarcube Corner shifted from one of concern to one of excitement and anticipation. They knew that Pinkie’s plan was exactly what Rarity needed and they were determined to help her see the beauty that lay within her all along. A few days later, Twilight and her friends decided to return to the boutique to try talking to Rarity again. The unicorn was still upset and when she saw her friends approaching, she screamed out, "I don’t want to deal with anypony right now!" Fluttershy stepped forward gently. "Rarity, we know you’re upset, but Pinkie has an idea that might help solve your dilemma." Twilight nodded in agreement. "I've also been working on a potion that I believe will completely heal your blisters and help your fur grow back." Rarity hesitated for a moment, but the sincerity in her friends’ eyes was undeniable. Finally, she sighed and said, "Alright, I’ll give it a try." With that, she stepped out of the boutique, still looking a bit miserable but willing to accept their help. They all made their way to Twilight’s castle. Once inside, Twilight carefully administered the potion to Rarity. Instantly, her blisters disappeared, and her coat grew back, lush and beautiful as ever. Rarity’s eyes widened in surprise and joy. "I’m… I’m back to my normal self!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Twilight, for all your hard work." Twilight smiled warmly. "I’m just glad I could help." Then, she turned to all her friends. "But remember, anypony who enters the Everfree Forest should stay away from any bushes or logs. We don't want another infestation in Ponyville." Pinkie Pie, ever the optimist, decided to throw a party to celebrate the end of the flea problem. Streamers, balloons and a delicious spread of treats quickly filled the castle. As they danced and laughed, Applejack joked, "Looks like the fleas have 'fled' Ponyville!" The friends all burst into laughter, their spirits lifted after the recent ordeal. The party continued well into the night, a testament to their enduring friendship and resilience. As the evening wound down, everypony began to head home. Rarity lingered a moment longer, turning to Twilight. "Thank you again, darling, for everything. I’m so grateful you were able to fix my flea problem and make me feel beautiful again." Twilight responded with a kind smile. "Anytime, Rarity. My door is always open if you ever need help." Rarity nodded, her eyes shining with appreciation. "Goodnight, Twilight." As Rarity headed off to bed, Twilight returned to her castle, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. She had helped save Ponyville from an infestation that had seemed insurmountable and she knew that together, she and her friends could overcome any challenge. The End

Noobblue

563393

Princess Celestia,Alternate Universe,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death

The Sun is Alive.

The monologue of the Mare who Waits.

complete

<p>Everything was going so well.</p><p><i>Was.</i></p><p>Somewhere, there was a grave miscalculation.</p><p>Now all she can do is Wait.</p>

teen

2024-08-14T23:14:21+00:00

2024-08-19T01:58:54+00:00

One Hundred and four I believe I may have lost my mind I do not know how long I have been waiting to reach the new border. I don't know if there is distance, or if it is possible. I feel as though I will have to wait forever. Forever is a long time. Even for me... Doubt is a terrible weapon to wield against oneself. I can see her face. I don't remember who she is, but I remember what she was for. I see colours, fur, a horn. The wings are a dream, I think. She was meant to fix my mistakes, and I only created more. Foolish old mare. I should have helped her, I should have cared more. Only now it is too late for us both. It's a good thing I can see further now. Was I too prideful? Maybe I should have thought harder about my intentions. It doesn't matter now. I have only once reached through the endless abyss to reach my own mind in my relative past. The dividends of that sit within me, the last vestiges of Reality stored away in my core, safe. Maybe once I return from this place, I can remind my Universe what it was meant to be. I used to be in The Moon. It was a strange sensation, being submerged in my sisters divinity. Trapped but still conscious within the finite borders of my own imagination. I could still touch upon my corporeal form, but I could not move it, I was watching from outside myself, from outside my own mind, floating around in a folded section of The Skein. I imagine my sister had plenty of time to record and learn to copy the spell that trapped her in herself. At least I was right, and she didn't kill me; wishing to instead exact a revenge consistent with what I did to her. Then there was magic. I smelt the Harmonics touch on my soul, but they twisted, they twisted oh so wrong. My sister's domain tore and shook. I'm pretty sure I died. I watched myself fall away into Nothing, an Alicorn may be somewhat immune to Corruption, but even I am not powerful enough to resist those forces. Especially not while unconscious. I'm embarrassed to say that the jarring death, and the nature of what it meant brought me to tears. At least, what is closest to the feeling of begging for your body to draw forth emotion to express, only to be greeted with a silent, calculating old mare. It happens. I don't know where I am now. I cannot see, I cannot feel, but I am. I can only guess at what has happened. The worst, most likely. My sister is dead, like me. My student has been lost or taken. Now I am alone in the Void, the last survivor of my foolish plan, I can still feel the edges of myself. Where I begin, to where I end. I've never been like this before, but I recognize the shape. What a novel experience. Outside is... The Outside. It shouldn't be in here, not in my Universe. The acrid fog that hides their shame is pulling and prodding away at me, dragging wisps of me away and swallowing them in the dark. That's okay, the dark can have its table scraps, I am eternal. Though for now, I am tired. I am so tired. I feel like I have done something by mistake, stretched a limb to far. Expression has fallen away. I can still feel the monsters chewing away at my borders. There's no point in resisting it, my power flows into the Void, that is how it must be. Now that I have some hold over my form I can do something. There is a problem. I can solve it. I need some way of measuring causality to ground myself. The practice is only describable as 'tearing.' My thoughts want to slide out of my grasp like tadpoles. A thing like me isn't meant to think or make decisions. Practice through the confines of Nothing, but I can create at will. I can see them already, drifting within the borders of my Light. Hydrogen yields its power to Helium. Helium yields its power to Lithium. Yes, I can work with this. I need cLoSeR Luna? Is that you? No. No, Luna would not have let our world come to this. Even as Nightmare Moon, she would have stopped this. The dark must have consumed her, just like they still try and fail to take me. I wish I still had the lips to curl and the stomach to boisterously mock them. Children. You cannot take my soul, you have yet to even see the Diamond Mountain chisel away to you. What hope do you have of cooling my core? Pain. I feel pain. Faces. Identifiers of life, no... People. Colours and names and faces. Places. I see them passing in front of me. Has it always been this way? Have I always been alive? It doesn't feel right, the air wasn't air, it was warm. Now I am cold. I want this, experience, I can see it from the outside. It slips away so fast. Hooves. I feel hooves. I feel Love. I feel safe. I know her, my mother. How could I have forgotten? I want to tell her hello, I want to tell her of all of my hurts. She'll listen, I know she will. I cry. I cry for the first time. I cried and she held me closer, she whispered to me and I learned her voice. It was the only thing I ever wanted to hear. Except I heard another. They sound so similar, why does it ache? When she left, I was scared, when she was with me, I was safe. She was safe. Who are you? WhY fIgHt? Colours. Hooves, places, my horn. Magic. Oh wonderful magic, how I missed you so, I feel the first time I ever cast a spell like it was the last time. I don't know why it brings tears to my eyes, or why I feel like the Sun is bearing down on my fur like it's watching me with pride, I run to go tell her. No... Them... She'll be juSt as prOud as I am. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ Seven Hundred and Fifty Nine. I have to come to the conclusion that I am mortal here. DiE sLoW. Even The Sun will wear away with me inside, every time I surface, I can feel my borders just a little further away. I can feel the fuel inside me, it's always just a little bit lighter. I'm ruNning out oF time. It's odd. Enough to pull me from my insanity. Mortality. I'm going to die. I can't find the emotion to feel for such a thought, all I can conceive is revulsion at what I used to be; the very idea of emotion is alien to me now. Despite having to grapple with the dysmorphia and confusion that comes with being changed so thoroughly, I can only believe that is a good thing. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ My mind is running away from me. I don't think I have much time left to do something. They come in waves now, I have been changed. Moments don't pass, my thoughts don't come in order, and when there's silence it stretches and warps over itself. If I hadn't had that pesky habit of narrating my thoughts to myself, then I think I surely would be insane by now. Eternity came apart. Space no longer matters. There's just me. At least I still have that when my own voice doesn't sound the same. Every time I surface from the roiling energy of my own form I'm always myself. It's enough for me to hold on. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ I dO NoT wAnT tO lIvE. fAlSe WoRlD. fAkE nAmE. I know I have to do something. I have an immortal mind, but I still fray at my edges. The distance I have to travel is great. Greater than any distance, greater than any time to wait for... something. I cannot view it all and live as myself until the end. Experience changes those who have it, my only option is to pray that when I lose myself, I can eventually claw my way back. Otherwise, I won't make it to see her again. To whatever is left of Celestia, I will make sure you see them again, I promise. I can SleeP now. iT will bE okay. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ I don't know how long I have been here; Time hasn't stopped, it is simply gone, so it is impossible to tell. Only the momentum of cause and effect still carries my Universe's narrative forwards, but even that is folding over itself. Effect creating cause, cause being interrupted by the intent of the Void, coming back on itself. I haven't been counting. Maybe that was a mistake. I'll label this thought, One. Maybe if I start the habit now, I'll be able to start keeping track. I can barely remember myself, my mind is stretching to fill its container, it hurts. There may not be a savior for me. Even now, I have still yet to feel anything other than myself and the monsters, pulling away the fabric of Eternity like wolves ripping the scraps away from an already scavenged corpse. DisgUsting When I escape from myself, and the prison of my own divinity. I will be coming for you, Void. I will break my bindings and I will find the festering core of your false existence and consume it with nothing but the fire inside me. I will cleanse you from my Universe. I will myself against the laws that govern what is happening to me. Luckily the rules are fluid, without Eternity. Tools are at my disposal I've never had before, in this form. I just need time to gather myself, and push through my weariness. To cast my last spell. pOiNtLeSs | | | | | | | | | | | | | \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ I see the oceans, and the lands, the stars behind the world. I see my Sun. My Universe, laid out before me. I shouldn't. I don't know how I know, but something is wrong, something is coming, it feels like my mind is too small, shoved down into my tiny little Alicorn body. There's memories I can't grasp, things that slip away from my consciousness before I can understand. I have changed too. I don't remember being so poetic. There are parts of me missing, parts of me that can smell the moon dust in the plane of The Skein that lies just before the border. Is this where she was? All those years? Heavens how I miss her, I miss her stupid jokes, and her beautiful star lit mane. Beauty fades over time, but the stars in her divinity never did, not for me at least. Why am I so sad? Why am I clinging to thoughts of her as if she was lost? I've only been here for minutes, I'm certain. My student still has a chance, my plan should work. What is happening to me? \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ fAlL. lItTlE hOrSe. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ One Hundred and Twenty Nine. Then comes the light. Of course. The dark could not stand up to me for long. It only took my own tools through time to find the right patterns. I can feel, now. It was an adjustment, matching the causality of the iron in my blood to the knowledge I had received from myself while my consciousness could still grasp the esoteric nature of magic. I have bent myself to my will. Now in my own control, like always. So I lift, and I draw over the invisible horizon of Nothing, and bring distance back into the Void. They don't like that, and I can only find myself amused with their petty struggling. The animals burn away in my light, exactly like they're supposed to. I may have accidentally crisped the Diamond Mountain with my attack, which I hope she knows was completely unintentional. Not that she cares, she'll swallow the wound and create tiny little mountains and oceans and life will return. The Void has yet to yield. Embarrassing. Creation should have known better than to allow things of this nature to exist, it's a good thing I stand to remind them where they belong. I imagine the things that ran into the dark with wisps of my light were exited, like kids running home with a hooffull of wild berries. Let's see what happens when I give them more of my power. Return to the Nothing of whence you came, animals. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ Eighty I have seen the return, I blame the warbling nature of my mind and its connection to the only active structure available to Creation. I do not now how, as it is beyond the borderless nature of time within the Void, but Luna returns. I can see her walls come back around my Universe. I can see the future approaching me through infinity. It has to happen. It has happened. I'm going to go home. I'm going to see my sister again. I just have to cross the boundless distance from here to there. I can do that. I am eternal. For the first time in a while, I lax the control over my borders and let myself shine. A little celebration for my eventual victory. The dark no longer tries to take pieces of me and run away into the Outside. Now they know. They see my light and they fear it, as all who threaten my Universe should. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ yEs | | | | | | | | | \ \ Nine I see it now. I am what is left of creation. The Void has filled in my Universe and taken to the laws like an adulterer honors their marriage vows. I still have my powers. I can still fight back, so I will. I have a problem before me, and countless centuries to wield against it. That's tHe way it haD to be If only I was alive still. My consciousness rips and tears at the only other thing that can fit me. Destruction is just creation, in the long term. I've seen mountains fall into their footprint, only to create the resources for civilization to flourish. These are the things I must remember, these are the things I cannot let the Void take from my Universe. If I am going to return, I am going to have to take myself with me. I prepare the message to myself, the fabric of my own mind is fluid, like space and like time. I need to enrich my existence with the laws of the old world before they slip from my understanding. Imprint the laws that make up my purpose into my soul where my Alicorn nature meets my intelligence. Then I can enact my revenge on the void. Things happen, in an order. Death creates Life. Energy Is. So Says The Sun. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ SisteR? My dear sister. Your eyes, why do they look so empty? Do you want more tea? Are you okay? Why won't you talk to me? Why have I forgotten you? How many numbers is this? Twelve thousand? Sixty? I should have watched more. I should have seen more. I should have talked more. I left you alone and now I'm trapped on this stupid planet. My wings itch, but I can't fly to The Moon, it's outside my reach, outside my powers. I miss you. I had forgotten what tears felt like. I almost don't recognize them, for a second, I think myself sick with some magical ailment. Then I remember because of you, I remember your tears on my face, but they don't belong, it feels like the first time I've ever cried, but my muzzle isn't the right size, my fur... I don't have fur. I feel my life flash before my eyes as something reaches inside me. SleEp now, it'lL all bE oKaY \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ I'm not going to make it. I've been making up numbers now. Too far, too many thoughts, swirling, I swear I've counted the same numbers hundreds of times over, both real, and the ones I've made up to augment me running out of numbers to count to. Half of infinity is still forever. I've barely awoken. Consciousness isn't meant to survive like this, I fear that if I fall into my own imagination again, I will not return. The end of this calamity is still so far away. Just aS far aWay as it was BeforE. I don't have a head to shake, but I know of impossible journeys. It wouldn't be the first legend I've heard. Not even the first legend I've lived. Anything is possible, that is what The Throne promises, I know I can do this. I know I can make it. I am Celestia. I am greater than the sum of my nature. That's the mantle I accepted when I promised to guard the Sun, as it now guards me. Thank you, by the way. Sun. If you hadn't caught my dying consciousness in the backlash, reached out to collect my essence when The Void struck, I would have been lost for certain. yOu are LoSt Oh please, I know you're not alive. Not like me, but can't I try and pass the time? It's not like grabbing me was your choice. You can't choose, and surely without me, you would have been lost too. At the very least, I'm glad to have a companion, even if you are a silent one. Talking to the inanimate is just as insane is talking to myself. It's only a matter of time before I go back into the depths. I wonder if this is what it felt like for Luna? All those years ago, going deeper and deeper until the dark rises up to say hello. Until your own dreams speak back to you with voices that you don't realize aren't your own. At least I can have some fun talking to myself before I lose it again. This is the most lucid I've felt in a long time. Maybe that... Maybe that means this is the end. Maybe this is the last time I'll surface from my dreams. Maybe I've shown myself my own death. I know I can't hold on to myself. Time passes now, so thick is the barrier I crafted from my own insanity that momentum is bringing me forwards as time that runs in the future remembers to bring up the moments of the past. How I wish Discord were here. He never cared for time, I bet he would have stayed with me too. I wIll Snap if I Stay. So I must go. If this is the last time, at least I have carried everything I could. Goodbye. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ FaIlUrE I watch from the outside. From so far away that it shouldn't be possible to see that lanky white mare with a dirty pink mane lift the sun with nothing but her will alone. I can feel her. I can feel the sun shift and accept me like it's been waiting for my soul this whole time. I know me, and I know me too. I feel my flanks flash as destiny aligns. A light takes me, which is where the phantasm of vision breaks and tears against the reality of my memory like a dull knife finally weathering its way through bricks after years of erosion. It's not for me to witness. I am No lonGer that mARe. I've received my cutie mark. It feels like a hollow promise, like a dream I woke up from. I'm weary from my mission. Even as I flex my wings and light my horn with power I've never touched, all I can do is look around the now gathered crowd, desperate to find my little Luna. My dear sweet sister, where have you gone? When did I lose you? Why are you so far away from me? \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ Eight billion, five hundred and nine. My mind is beyond me. Even I can feel the continuity now, there is nothing left, just my dreams. I can see my purpose. She's so small Was this how small I was? Was I ever this cute? My flesh feels wrong, stretched over something that isn't right. Something that shouldn't fit me, but I don't notice. I'm enraptured by the little star of potential, sitting in front of me in my mothers hooves. I swear then that I will protect her. That I will keep her safe. I see her grown. I barely blink, and it's happened. I have wings. No, thAt's too fAst. I have a throne. StOp I have subjects NO. StOP. Where has Luna gone sTOP It. I Do NOT WAnT TO SEe THIS I shake in fear. Something is wrong. I feel her. Luna. Where have you gone? Who has hurt you? IT WaS ME. I'M sORRY I'MSORRYIMSORRYSORRY She comes for me. It's what she deserves. It's what is right. BETRaYER. LET heR TAKE YOU. IT's WhAT YOU dESERVE The Elements die in my hooves. They know my mistakes. I cry for the first time. Finally realizing what sorrow is truly for. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ DrIfT \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ Dust and gravestones are poor company. Though they come, from time to time. Like little lights who bear the stars that I remember, but I try not to think about her. Her stars are the only ones that are still beautiful, after all this time. TimE? I regret I can't see their potential like you could. The night sky fades away, a tapestry of infinity to a couple of dots on a page. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as losing you. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as having to remember what it was supposed to look like. I hate that I have to see it broken, I hate that I broke it. I hate that it's my fault. I hatE mysElf Duty. All I can remember is Duty. I remember learning. I remember growing, breaking, changing, living, I see invention, I destroy creation, I pass through time like a phantom. I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't but I do. This isn't what she wanted for me, but it's the only thing I want. To see you again. To make up for my mistakes. I try to fix them with dolls. Little things that live for days and then fall over, or forget what's important. Why are they so far away from me? Why can't they just see it the way I do? It feels like the closest person to me is you, and you're so far away that sometimes I think I'll never see you again. I guess it doesn't matter. I won't be me when you return anyways. You won't be you when I see you again. \\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ wHaT aRe YoU'rE sTrUgGleS fOr? Twilight? Yes. Twilight. That was her name, of course, I'm sorry I forgot. She hadS orange fur, and a mane that reminded me of my cutiemark. I hadn't seen it in too long. No... ThaT isn't riGHt. It was hEr cutie mark, now I remember. Twilight's cutie mark looked so much like mine. I saw the spark in her, like so many others. I don't know when it happened, but I can see the value now. Maybe it was always there, was I the one who created it? Should I have, if I did? She's a lot like me. I guess that's where I went wrong. It took killing my sister for me to learn not to be stupid, Twilight doesn't have a family, all she has is me. Why was I surprised she lashed out at me? Maybe I should have taught her how to kill Alicorns, maybe then I could finally see you again. Except you aren't dead. I know you aren't; I don't believe myself though. Doubt is a terrible weapon to wield against yourself. I feel my heart ache, and just as equally, I know yoU are goNe. Stupid old mare. \\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ flnghsag Liiht Lnua, But tehy PlEh Lnua, All I can rbmmeeer is Silence as you can to Luna. I see lhitgs. Hlod on as thgit Don't maen anythnig whtuoit Luna. Hlod on. Stars. Hlod on as thgit Luna. Paesle. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ Who are you? I can feel your eyes on my light. I don't know you. How do you know me? Only I should be able to see my thoughts. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ PLeasE hElp US \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ I hate this job. I hate everything. Maybe I should just destroy it all and try again. It'd be way easier than giving them free will. It's my choice, after all. They'll all be dead eventually. Stupid throne. Stupid nobles. Stupid ponies. Stupid old mare. Worthless. All worthless. All for nothing. YES I hate this crown. This is what I deserve. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ The grass is sweet. Grazing is normal, primal. Where am I? What is this... I have a neck. It rises from the ground, I lose the taste of the golden stalks and the saliva drips from my lips when I realize what it was. I feel the heartbeat, the blood flowing into my brain, the thoughts. The instinct. My flesh is warm, my mind wAnts things. It feels so good, but I am alone. I know that's wrong, there should be someone else. There should be someone. No The flavour and sights and sounds reach me, and they're everything I want. When did the quiet get so loud? Have ponies always been this fast? Are they supposed to be born and put to rest before I can blink? When did it all change? When did I change? When did it feel so good? Is this what I was meant to be? Is this what I was meant to see? Death yields to life, it's true. Have I lived so long that I am dead? What have I become? What have I seen? The Sun warms my fur, it tingles like electricity and the energy flows into my body and makes me big, thick and juicy, overflowing with a war against Entropy and its associates. It will never take me. That's when I truly understand, and I can't see how I ever saw the world a different way. When was I so far above the world? When was it me? Instead of The Sun? Who am I? What are these thoughts? Why are they so loud? What's this name? That I cling to without hesitation? I shouldn't. Death comes for us all, that's the point. Without it, there's no reason to go on, we create the path when we fall, we create momentum, when we die. Luna. I do not know who you are, but I will find you. I'll solve this little riddle, I have countless ages to do so. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ WAKE UP! STUPID OLD MARE! \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ It presses against me and I scream, I scream with rage and might and pain and death and loss and hope and dreams and family and life and power and will and hopelessness and determination and \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ "Luna?" The voice says. I can't place why it sounds so familiar. It's a mare, and a voice. Peculiar. Annoying. I hate her. "Luna! Luna are you there!?" How could you be both? Fascinating. She stands on extensions of white. She spreads more across the screaming black like a canvas over my light. I can see her insides on the outside. They're beautiful, like rainbows that draw away from her like blood. I want to taste it. I want to rip her to shreds... It's what she deserves. "Please! Sister can you hear me?" She's so focused. She's so interesting. Who is this sister? She sounds important, I want to see it myself, at the rate she's going. "DAMN YOU!" The mare kept moving... running? She must have been running for so long. She must have not meant to look that way. Stretched and sunken along the edges, sinking into herself. She looked sick, but I watched fire lap from her eyes like fluid as tears that couldn't have flexed against the dark danced in the Nothing in a way only they could. "YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME." She said. I shook from the defiance in her voice, I hated her, but I knew she was correct. She had to be. Her limbs were missing, but they returned. She screamed in pain as the dark stripped parts from her, and she brought them back. "I'm sorry!" She cried, she was hopeful. Desperate. She dreamed of someone forgiving her. She dreamed that maybe one day, she would be stupid enough to accept it. To finally fall down into the depths of ignorance far enough that she could let even me forgive her. She pushed on. She hit something, I don't know what. I was enraptured by her struggle. The only thing I could think about. "I AM ETERNAL" She screamed as her mane tore. The beautiful colours didn't return. She gave them up for one extra step into nowhere. One extra step into darkness, one extra step on a path of stone that didn't need to be counted. Where was she going? Why did it matter so much? "I AM THE SPARK THAT COMES AFTER DEATH" Her eyes burned their last flickers. I watched the powder they burned from sluice out of her eyes as she screamed in agony, she didn't try to bring those back either. She gave them up for one extra step. "I AM THE BLAZE THAT WARMS THE MOUNTAIN" Her hooves cracked and flaked off as they melted, yielding under the pressures she was forcing herself under. She was suffering. She was making herself suffer. She threw away her influence. She gave them up for one extra step. "I AM THE EDGE OF THE SKY, WHEN THE NIGHT HAS FALLEN AWAY" Her tail burned away in the dark, the endless lack of light consuming it in an instant, she doesn't deserve this. Why do I hate her for it? Why do I miss her beautiful tail and its colours? She won't bring it back. I can tell. She gave it up, for one extra step. "I AM ENERGY, FOR LIFE WHEN IT NEEDS IT" I knew what would happen next. It frightened me, how far was she going to go? How much would she hurt before it was enough? Her heart boiled away in her chest, its nature decorporealising to send her through the motions. She gave it up for one extra step. She shouldn't have had to. She has already paid her balance in full. This isn't right. "I AM MY MEMORY. MY LIFE. AND MY FRIENDS" I have to watch as she gives up her flesh, it flashed with light, swallowed into her body to carry her momentum forward. She gave it up, one extra step. "I AM THE GLOW THAT BRINGS HOPE TO THE HOPELESS" Bones cracked and split and exploded into splinters. Their motion swallowed into the darkness as the mare fell apart before me. I could see what was left. I could see her, in all her endless glory. One infinity against the backdrop of another. One mare against all that wanted to consume her. She was just a blur. She gave up everything she had. She had no more steps to take. No more moves to make. She fought with everything she was, everything she believed in, everything that mattered to her, but it wasn't enough. I had what she needed. The king was about to fall. So I kicked over the board. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ "I AM CELESTIA" \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ I can't believe I forgot that. Silly old mare, \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ I am awake. Again. Time is passing. I am... relieved. I am... Alive. I did it. But why? Why did I come here? \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ wHaT wAs It AlL fOr? \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ I rest. Time passes. There is no more darkness. Only places my light has yet to touch. I can see her. I don't remember her name, but I remember she was my home. My mother, and now I see her strength. Not the strength of the Impossible, or even the strength of my own. The power to create something beyond yourself so entirely that it eclipses your own potential. Was it you? You who brought me here? The idea is alien to me. It must not be correct, but I pull her along in the vacuum anyways. She wants to spin, I can feel it, though it is different. I balance myself on the vacuum carefully. I don't want to hurt her, or pull her in too close. YeS. cLoSeR I remember what it means to create. I know the requirements. It's only a matter of time now. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ I find myself slowing. I am. Excited. Curious? When I awoke, my old home was flourishing again, with everything. I remember the green, I remember it as I touch it. How could I have forgotten you all? The key to life? Destruction. Eating. Even I have to consume myself to continue. Of course they thrive in my light. I can't help but watch, they're so pretty, so special. So short, so alien. Time itself slows for me and my intentions. I have to see, but I can feel my borders growing thick and bloated with energy too powerful for them. So I have to sleep. I have to sleep again. I hope I don't miss anything. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ There they are. Were. It's hard to tell, it all blurs together into one idea. Life. Experience. I watched them tame their world with will. The learned to use sticks sharper than their teeth, they learned to fight together when they needed to. They stood up against things they should have run from, and worked together to tame the skies and the waters. I can feel the iron in their blood like it runs in mine, they know my way. The way of destruction. There is no magic for them. Not like I remember now. Our world is too vast, too spread thin. The fabric of reality doesn't yield to those powers, it has learned its lesson and grown beyond that. They don't care, and their tenacity is endearing. They remind me of myself, and still I wonder what I came here for. They count so hard that they gain access to powers they shouldn't. They use numbers to pull against reality. To learn things their minds couldn't have ever conceived of. They build things. Curious, I remember that, so long ago. There is a way to create that doesn't involve my flame? They carry the will of their mother then, fascinating. How could one so small carry my iron and her thoughts? I've never even seen a single life, they're too short. Like dust in a sunbeam that flickers past your vision, and you never see again. I can feel myself again. Pressure. I have to rest. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ They have learned even more, just like I have. I can only find myself thanking the mother for her endless trudge of creation. She must be even wiser than I. She reminds me of him. Discord. A name so accurate to himself. I wonder where he's gone, and I miss him, but something else claws at my mind, something I'm forgetting, something important. They fought one another, when they had nothing left to conquer. They learned of their powers, and brought the most terrifying weapons they could conceive of to bear against one another. I am not worried for their sake, they know my way. They will survive, and become greater for it. I know when I rest again, I will return to see them prospering. That is the way of things. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ They took to the stars. My Sister. My Sister's stars. They brought them back. Thank you. I remember. I remember it all. To whoever saved my world. Thank you for bringing my sister's stars back. But where is she? I cannot see her touch, but I know her. Life cannot be forgotten, only changed. Where is my sister? \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ I awaken again. I remember who I was, and what I came here for. It has been so long. Luna. I am sorry, but we will have to wait for just a little while longer. My duty to life has to come first. The Mother still needs my light, my pull. I shall rest again, deeper, and when I awaken I will finish what I started. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ wAiT \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ My time is short. Finally. It feels like forever since I felt the endless march bearing down on me. I am not afraid. I am going to see her, yet I have one more task before I go. It's time that I kill you. Oh yes. I know you. I know of you, demon. What, you thought I wouldn't see you? Find you? You failed at hiding inside my light, masquerading as my thoughts. You thought you could hitch a ride and take what you couldn't get from the masses of your pathetic brethren, but you have made a grave error. No. Tremble. You have wedged yourself in my mind. My soul. My Fire. There is no escape. NO. Prepare to die. I draw in my edges. The weight of power and stored energy just waiting to fall inwards needed only my guiding nudge to begin the cataclysmic journey. I felt the monster struggle against my bindings, and I can honestly say that if I had a voice, I would have indulged in some polite mocking. It screamed as I exploded, but I wasn't some two bit star, destined to fall into dust. No. I would go further. I pulled, tighter and tighter against the monster, against my core. I pushed and drove my power down over its false existence. I ruptured, and my mind followed. I ripped away the monster's name and burned it to ash, its form writhed in my now infinite light as I bored a hole out of reality and cut the monster to ribbons before banishing its vile remains from my Universe. Then I saw the other side, and I cried for the first time.

Str8aura

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Kirins,Original Character,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Violence

Secret Treatments

In a little swamp town off Mainland Equestria, a kirin is approached for a job offer.

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<p><i>&quot;No such thing as a conspiracy of one.&quot;</i><br/>- <b>Remmy Cormo</b>, <i>Pack Street</i></p><hr/><p>In the little swamp country of Hepzibah, far from Mainland Equestria, a down-on-her-luck middle aged Kirin named Water Sound is approached by a strange creature in black. What he tells her changes her life forever, and brings her into a world of secrets and lies.</p><p>'Secret Treatments' was a placeholder title, and at the time I thought it was really shitty, but at this point I can't think of anything better. For the curious, it's a pun on the BOC album <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_Treaties" rel="nofollow">'Secret Treaties'.</a></p><hr/><p><span style="font-size:0.5em">Written for </span><a href="/group/217723/2024-non-pony-writing-contest" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-size:0.5em">the 2024 Non-Pony Writing Contest</span></a><span style="font-size:0.5em">. Good luck to all entrants.</span></p>

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2024-08-14T21:10:43+00:00

2024-08-15T14:53:42+00:00

A blowgun is nearly as elegantly simple a weapon as one can get, a single step removed from taking a rock off the ground and bashing someone's head in with it. Any fool off the street can take a hardwood rod and shave it with a knife, and anyone with a glove can dip a projectile into the appropriate concoction and load it into place. The construction of a poison-tipped dart, much like the construction of a campfire, is exceptionally easy to do if you know what you're doing and exceptionally easy to kill yourself doing if you don't. (Of course, you could simply forgo the concoction, but at that point you may as well stick to the aforementioned rock option.) There are ultimately three facts that prevent the initial discoverers and current users of this brilliant device from conquering the world with it. First was the biological component; namely, to do damage, one needed very strong lungs and the common sense to not accidentally inhale the bullet. Every few generations, an aspiring scientist in Equestria bolts awake at night, struck with the brilliant idea of outsourcing the job of blowing to some sort of miniaturized explosion (Incited by a kind of powder, perhaps?) cased in metal, only to ultimately decide that this is a very stupid idea and go back to bed. Deep in the murky depths of Hepzibah, a swamp country far from mainland equine Equestria, a masked and cloaked individual spotted his target; a great, lumbering beast, merely feet away and holding the capacity to make a bloodstain of the individual in moments. In a single swipe, making no motion save the subtle gust of wind, he cast off his mask and lifted his blowgun. With an embouchure honed over the course of decades, he readied his lungs, and fired. His aim is true. His blow is perfect. The tiny dart rolled in tranquilizing fluids strikes for the heart. It bounced uselessly off the Cragadile's armoured hide. The cragadile snorted in her sleep, and continued dozing without a care in the world. Mildly annoyed, the individual readorned his mask and slipped away, realizing suddenly the second reason why nobody equipped with a blowgun has ever taken over the world. Set idly upon this train of thought, the third and final reason struck him like a train, and he wondered why he didn't think of such an obvious solution earlier. Magic. Magic is a tool of the unicorns, or so Water Sound had been told. Few kirin made any further attempts to learn it than was needed for a levitation spell. Water Sound didn't understand it. It was true, of course, that magic was more difficult for a kirin's horn to perform than a unicorn's, less intrinsically attached to the hippocampus (Brain, not sea creature) as it was. But difficult was not impossible. All good and meaningful things should be a little bit difficult; but even a hound bred for companionship still bears the instincts of past lives, and given time and training, that dog will hunt. Reaching with her horn into the fabric of space and time, the control of celestial bodies; all of it was a proven possibility, and Water Sound wanted to learn all of it. With a thought, bottles, plates, rags and meals all darted back and forth in front of Water Sound's eyes, a perfect chorus where not a single member of the choir stuttered or slipped up. Within moments, dirty dishes were clean, food had been removed from the ovens and burners, and alcohol was refilled. Enough food to fill thirty yaks now floated in front of her. It probably still wasn't enough, she reflected as she burst out through the kitchen door, entering the chaos that was the Hasty Human's front of house. In Hepzibah's own Hasty Human, it was very difficult to enforce no-pet rules, because that creature at the barstool was just as likely to be someone's dragged in animal as it was a paying customer. Species of all kinds mingled without regards for decency or manners, yelling and hollering, spilling food and starting fights, and always demanding more, more. Water Sound expertly dodged tossed plates, launched stingers, skunk spray, glass shards, gusts of flame, thrown knives, and at least one unhappy looking Pukwudgie. At each table, she rattled off orders entirely from memory and set down the appropriate dish, which was usually finished before she was two steps away from the table. In the midst of this chaos, seated directly in the center of the building, a stranger watched her coyly, raising a glass to her as she approached. He wore a black cloak and long clawed boots, shrouding every inch of his skin alongside a beaked leather mask. The expression the mask bore resembled one of shock, with both of the opaque eyeholes wide as saucers and betraying no hint of the emotion behind them. He wore a hat with a wide, circular brim atop it, tipped upward to resemble a black disk behind his head. At his waist, a belt hung strange metal tools, none of which could be easily identified as conventional weaponry. "Miss Water Sound. You are a hard Kirin to find, my-" "Here's your drink." Water Sound cut him off, pouring into his outstretched glass and making off. "Sorry, sorry, flag me if you need anything." The masked individual faltered, looking into his cup and blinking behind the mask. "Ah. Well. As-" She had already left. He caught her across the room and awkwardly followed, doing a comparably worse job of dodging projectiles. "Ahem. I've heard a lot about you, Miss-" "Would you hold this for a second?" Water Sound passed a plate of fajitas into his claws, which he had to sit down to hold. "Err. Of course. Ah, my organization has been watching you-" "Table 27." She pointed him in the right direction and abandoned him again. "Oh. Right. Excuse me." Sound's voice held such a commanding aura to it, seemingly without trying, that the Stranger felt compelled to deliver the plate to the offending table without a word of protest. Once his task finished, he tracked down Water Sound again and cleared his throat. "As I was saying, we've taken an interest in you." "I've already got a job, I'm afraid." Water said distractedly, levitating down a live and nervous looking cow at a dragon's table. The Stranger tried to continue as he pursued her between chairs. "Oh, this wouldn't be long term. We would be paying very well. Our organization is well funded, and the work you would be aiding with-" Water Sound laughed uproariously and sarcastically, waving a hoof in The Stranger's face. "Oh ho ho, believe me, when I say I've got enough work on my plate. Is there something wrong with your order, sir?" The Stranger stammered, struggling to keep up. "Hmm? No, no, it was-" Water Sound looked up from the minotaur and chimera couple she was speaking to to scowl at The Stranger. "Sir, I'm trying to speak to customers. Please give me a minute here." He fell obediently silent for the rest of her order-taking, trailing her like a lost puppy as she zipped to the next. "I can see I'm being a bother. I suppose I should see myself out. That being said, I do wish to speak with you after your shift. Your magical abilities have come highly commended." The mention of her magic skills brought Water Sound to a pause in the middle of the bar, drowning out the din as she turned to look into The Stranger's eyeholes. "My magic? I don't- I mean, I don't-" The Stranger sighed in relief, having finally caught her attention. "Yes, you've never monetized your skills, but don't be so modest. Magic is much harder for Kirins to master than it is for those of equine persuasion. And given we're a long way from any ponies, I think you've got a talent that is going dreadfully underused. I asked my superiors who the best magic user was in this country, and they all pointed to one individual." "I've... I haven't been... May I ask what your organization is?" "That discussion is perhaps better suited for a place other than here, in this moment. But please, if you have any interest at all-" The Stranger procured a business card and two small firestarters with runes inscribed on them. He held out his claws to allow Sound to take them in her magic. Inscribed on the card, professionally printed, was a strange black symbol depicting an open set of incisors. "Dragonfire. Strike the flame, send that card, and I'll come to you." The Stranger bowed his head. "You're a very talented woman, Miss Sound. I want that to finally be appreciated, and put to a good cause." As he left her behind, Water Sound stood amidst the chaos and movement, on a completely different plane from the barflies around her. She stared numbly at the card floating in front of her, the strange insignia of the open jaws. Danger. Intrigue. Plots of adventure novels darted through Water's head. Mysterious organizations recruiting down on their luck women, bringing them into secret conspiracies. Sword fights on top of trains, climbing the sides of skyscrapers- adventures and thrills far from her little swamp town, out where things were happening. Where her magic would see good use. Yes, she decided. This was it. This was the beginning of the rest of her life. Those adventure novels hadn't lied to her- Good things do happen to minimum wage middle-aged women. "I'm going on an adventure." She murmured. Then, louder, giddier, "I'm going on an adventure!" "You're going to table 92! Get on with it, damn it!" A voice from the back barked. Startled, she dropped the firestarter and scrambled to not lose thaumic grip on the glasses. She dashed outside to the tables waiting by the door, oblivious to the green sparks on the floorboards behind her, greedily devouring the surrounding oxygen. Twenty seconds later, as she scribbled down the order of the breezie clan outside, a great green light flashed behind Water Sound and bathed her body in heat. When she turned, the Hasty Human had completely vanished. A massive rectangular indent in the dirt was the only sign anything had ever been there. As was a pair of firestarters and a business card lying in the center of the indent, completely untouched. One of the Breezies snorted. "This better not make the wait for our drinks any longer." Water Sound returned to her dingey home, built upon tree trunk stilts to keep the native wildlife out, to find The Stranger already waiting for her. "Miss Sound. I got your message." He nodded courteously from the shadows. Water Sound's eyes widened nervously. "Yes. Err. Sorry about that." "Fret not. The customers didn't seem to notice. I did get out of there before they realized their waitress was missing, though." The Stranger approached her from the shadows, looking approvingly at the scorched furniture sparsely decorating her home. Water Sound circled back to the Stranger, sitting down in front of him with sparkling, attention-rapt eyes. Visions of conspiracies danced in her mind's eye. "Tell me about your organization." The Stranger took his seat, resting on his haunches with one hindleg crossed over the other, flexing his paws in his boots. He cleared his throat, taking on a calm tone, yet suggesting years of history behind each word. "Our numbers have been founded from the shadows. I, and many others of my ilk, were scouted out from childhoods, taken from our homes and raised in the ways of the Order of the Maw." Water breathlessly repeated the name. "Secrecy is our foremost concern. If any knew of the work we did, it could threaten the peace of the entire world." He tilted his beak down, boring into her skull with those empty eyeholes. "Do you work for the Equestrian Crown?" Water spitballed, already fancying what her black mask would look like. "NLR? Abyssinian Royal Families?" The Stranger shook his head slowly. "None of the above. We are funded entirely by ourselves, and a few select beneficiaries. No royal family in existence knows of us. The Order has never had more than one hundred members, but we work worldwide, and have for centuries." Water's eyes were sparkling by now. She leaned in close, whispering breathily as if afraid of bugs even now. "...What do you do?" "Dentistry." Water blinked, smile frozen. "Pardon?" "Dentistry." The Stranger repeated. "More specifically, Monster Dentistry." Water's neurons still yet refused to fire. "...Pardon?" He seemed to take that as her being impressed. "Tell me, Water, while under attack by the monsters that plague Equestria, have you ever noticed what shiny white teeth they have? How pleasant their smiles are as they bear down on you?" "Not really, no." She admitted. The Stranger nodded sagely. "All our doing. Without the Order's tireless work over the years, the Equestrian ecosystem would have undergone an epidemic of plaque and cavities. Only we hold the line between those forces of destruction and the beauty of our natural predator's." She stuttered, struggling to regain her lost awe. "This is... What you do? All the secrecy, all the... Recruiting children from childhood?" "Our greatest achievement; Career day. We monitor the results of school career day exams across the world very carefully. When a young creature indicates that they wish to be a dentist when they grow up, as I did, it tells us they are ready." "But... No kid wants to be a dentist." He snapped his talons. "Exactly. We live in a world of magic and monsters. When a child looks at the possibilities for their adulthood and decides that what they want, more than anything in the world, is to clean teeth? That shows dedication. A love for the art." "The art of dentistry." Water said miserably. "Indeed. Now you understand." She got the feeling The Stranger was winking at her. "So... So, my magic. You wanted me to... To what, make a tooth cleaning spell...?" "Ha!" He chortled. "Believe me, my friend, a member of the Order needs no assistance in that department. Nay, I require your magic for a different purpose. The Stranger drew himself up, and a gust of wind through the open window ruffled his clothing. Moonlight reflected off his eyeholes and beak, shrouding half his face in chiarascuro. "Water Sound! Will you aid the Order of the Maw in our righteous cause? Will you lend your skills to the betterment of the world, although the world will never know the good you have done, although you will receive neither pay nor thanks?" Water Sound stayed slumped back in her chair, looking past The Stranger and out the window. She was beginning to feel very much like someone somewhere was playing a nasty trick on her. "Sure." She murmured. "Yeah. Alright." It was a few hours after The Stranger left that she realized he had said she would receive no pay, despite having earlier said she would be paid very well. Water Sound was, unfortunately, a mare of her word. Which she began to regret the next day, throwing all she had into supporting a crumbling shield from the jaws of a Cragadile. Very awake and rather furious, the animal thrashed its head back and forth, trying to shatter the annoying jawbreaker in its teeth. This all seemed to Water the surest proof that alligators were not ornery due to a lack of toothbrushes, but for some other strange reason science was yet unable to reveal. As well as the fact that they really, really do not enjoy drills. Water Sound groaned in agony, sparks flying off her horn as she struggled to stay upright. The thaumic shield surrounding her was rapidly cracking and rehealing, spurred on by all of her will to stay up against the formidable jaw strength of Hepzibah's greatest superpredator. The only one who seemed entirely calm was The Stranger- Rather, downright ecstatic, hollering things Sound could barely pay attention to, her head being gripped in an invisible hydraulic press as it was. "Batten down the hatches, Miss Sound!" The Stranger called, voice raw with more emotion than Sound had ever heard from him. He lay on his back between two of the Cragadile's teeth, working on a third with his strange metal tools above him. "We're gonna install some crowns in this lass!" The Cragadile, as a testament to her intelligence, would not be sated by simply biting down on the annoying jawbreaker on her tongue; She thrashed and rolled, tossing Sound back and forth in her self-sustained bubble, and roared to such a strength Sound thanked her stars the shield blocked out smell as well. It still wasn't enough. Sound was giving ground, shrinking the bubble by half inches at a time to try and desperately allow her mind and horn to keep up. Her knees gave out, and she sank into a sit, pressing her cheek into the tongue under her as if it held any chance at quelling her headache. It was in the middle of this, besieged on all sides by certain death, that Water Sound realized she had never given those drinks to table 92. Water (The liquid, not the kirin) suddenly rushed into the Cragadile's mouth, and Water (The kirin) automatically held her breath before remembering the shield. The animal was now diving into a lake in an effort to make it harder for Sound, which was working pretty well. Shoved to the side of the shield, closer to the dark pit that was the throat, Sound grunted and turned to The Stranger, panting. "A-Are you finished?" "Nearly there, Miss Sound! Art cannot be rushed, I'm afraid!" Shrinking, shrinking, ever shrinking. Water Sound was practically cheek to cheek with The Stranger by now, her hindlegs bunched up into a fetal position until she could nearly kiss her knees. All the while, The Stranger sang and laughed, no worse off for wear as he bonded a crown to the fang. Cragadiles could hold their breath underwater for up to an hour. Water Sound didn't have that long. Fortunately, while Kirin may not be magically gifted, that didn't mean they were a completely talentless species. Water Sound scrunched her eyes shut, flashing her fangs. She mustered her frustration, her anger, her rage. She thought about her shitty job at the Human, and how long her commute to work was going to be now that she had relocated it. She thought about how many years of practice she had put into her magic, and what it was currently being used for. She thought about how she had been roped into this in the first place, first because of her own naivety, and then because she was just too damn nice to say no- The shield shattered. Resting at the bottom of the lake, the Cragadile finally shut her eyes in satisfaction. Ten seconds later, the water began to boil, and the still-rippling surface was broken by a fireball, and a leatherball not too far after. As soon as his rear hit the shore, The Stranger stood up jovially, resecuring his tools to his belt and looking down with an upturned chin at the despondent Sound. "A job well done indeed! Why, I do say you're a natural at this, Miss Sound!" The Stranger cackled as they stretched their back out, shaking off excess fluid. "We have successfully saved the dental hygiene of one of Faust's beautiful creatures, and it is my belief that nature will be forever in our favor for this." Water Sound recalled that the Cragadile population of Hepzibah was around 1.5 million. She didn't say a word about it. "What you have done today will not be soon forgotten. It is a damn shame you can't come work for us professionally, Miss Sound. For this job, I daresay the Order owes you a favor now!" "Don't mention it. Happy to help." Sound said, genuine about the first part of her sentence. "I do mean it." The Stranger's voice took on a less bombastic intonation through the mask. "That shield? I've known trained unicorns who couldn't pull that off. Who taught you?" Water Sound looked up, peering through a dripping mane at The Stranger. "...Self educated. Do you mean that?" The Stranger placed a claw to his chest. "Well, I don't know what a professor could teach you about shields you don't already know, but I reckon a proper course might do you well in other fields. Just a suggestion from an old bird. I think you'll do fine in the future, Miss Sound." He sauntered off, and as his footsteps receded, Water Sound began to think about her life in the kind of way one can only do while soaked from head to toe and waiting out a killer migraine. A beating of wings stirred her from her stupor, and she looked up to see the silhouette of a Sky Carriage coming down against the sun. It alighted a good 20 feet away from Sound, allowing her to see the two gryphons who had been carrying it. They immediately unhooked themselves and approached The Stranger, addressing him with some frustration. "Eris damn it, Phil. We've been looking for you for days now. Did you go running off again?" "Who's the kirin? You've gotta stop dragging random people into this shit, Phil." "And take the mask off, man, you look like an idiot." The Stranger shook his head vigorously as he approached them, still holding his head high as if he were the tallest creature in Hepzibah. "The Order has many enemies, Sirs. Fiends who would rather the ecosystems of Equestria go rotten in the mouths. It's often dangerous to show our faces in public." "Shut up and get in the carriage. Your mom's gonna have some words for you." As The Stranger was pushed into the carriage, still looking proud as ever, one of the gryphons yanked his mask off, finally exposing his face to Water Sound. Obsidian-colored feathers, with streaks of white plumage over his eyes and down his chin. Small eyes and a long, narrow beak, evolved for plucking bits of food from hard to reach places. Water Sound shut her eyes gently as the carriage took off, feeling the sudden urge to beat her head on something. "Alright. Yeah. I should have figured." She mumbled. "A Trochilus." Water Sound never saw The Stranger again. She never once heard from or about the Order, and she never saw that strange open mouth symbol. But two years later, when she gathered up enough bits to apply to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, she decided to offhandedly mention to the alumni she met with that she came recommended by the Order of the Maw. He told her he had no idea what she was talking about. She got her acceptance letter the very next day with no further questions.

The Psychopath

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Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Visitors From the Stars

Equestria is engulfed in a war against Sombra and his artificial ponies when visitors come from the stars and send the whole world of Equestria into upheaval by their mere presence

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<p>Fluttershy has been fighting incessantly for a little over a decade now. She is battered and bruised and tired, lamenting the loss of her once-joyous life and the animals she cared for. Ever since Sombra had returned with an army of artificial creatures made of flesh and crystal, Equestria's newest generation have only ever known death and destruction. Even the mighty alicorn sisters could not halt Sombra's advance despite their power. </p><p>Tired of all this death and destruction, the once meek mare wishes on a shooting star one booming night for it all to end. For something to change. For something that sits above all of this carnage and savagery to intervene and put a stop to all this.</p><p>She should have wished for simple peace instead.</p><hr/><p>The promotional tie-in to my book series 'Lux Locus' I mentioned a long time ago. Now for your reading pleasure! It's a sci-fi/fantasy hybrid, with each book introducing an alien race through their perspective rather than our own. The link will be in the story itself and isn't necessary to read to understand this, as is the purpose of promotional stories.</p><p>If you like Warhammer 40K then you'll maybe like this, too!</p><p>The Violence tag is there just in-case.</p><p>Art by Night Bridge.</p><p>There's a few chaps already written. I'll publish one a day until it's complete.</p>

teen

2024-08-14T23:38:21+00:00

2024-08-21T08:08:07+00:00

Fluttershy looked down at her green bowl made of dented metal with rusted spots here and there. She grumbled, splashed some errant stream of water onto its interior, and shoved it back into her voluminous pack. The heavy rains of the past few days had caused water to cascade off the ruins the Forty-Second Equestrian Pegasus Attack Company had taken shelter in. The angry splashing of water on the stone, twisted metal, and rotted wood irritated Fluttershy greatly as she gazed at the plants being showered by the flood of water going through the many holes of the makeshift 'shelter'. Of course, it helped the survivors of the recent battle with resupplying themselves in water, and the mare could smell the stench of burning wood as water was boiled in large cauldrons then poured into containers for later consumption. The ground was damp and slippery from all the moss that had taken over whatever this large building used to be for, but Fluttersy didn't care about that. She listened to her comrades laughing with each other as they shared stories from back home. Mare and stallion talking about their significant others, escapades with their children, how they used to hate life on the farm but now missed it, or even some that displayed excitement for the war." The pale-yellow pegasus grunted and clutched her right foreleg and instinctively pulled her right hindleg toward herself. She still bore the scars of war from one of Sombra's artificial creatures stabbing her with creatures. She had almost lost her life if her friend Rainbow Dash hadn't intervened. Every step was taxing thanks to the constant pain she suffered through, but Fluttershy pushed through regardless. She didn't really have a choice, did she? "Fluttershy!" captain Saltlick called out. "Want to sit by us this time?" The white pegasus presented an array of fried wheat porridge and fruits sitting over a makeshift grill heating up from the fire beneath it. "I can assure you that you'll love it." The mare looked down at the food, feeling the smell affecting her tired nostrils and shook her head. "No. That's okay. Thank you." The stallion raised a hoof briefly in disappointed acceptance before poking at the food with a stick again. "Suit yourself." "Told you she'd never eat with us," one of the privates said. "She never does." "Think we'll get a rotation now? We've been at this for five days now," another soldier commented. Saltlick furrowed his brow as he flipped an apple slice. "Got no word from headquarters about that yet, but I could do with a break. Maybe find a marefriend to cuddle with," he mused. The first soldier cackled. "You're still young, captain. No need to set down roots yet." The white pegasus chuckled. "I think twenty-two is pretty old in field soldier years." Fluttershy heaved a tired sigh and moved to one of the collapsed walls, letting her body be taken over by the cold winds coming from the storm outside. As she rested, several mice popped out of their burrow at the base of the wall's remnants to investigate the world around them. The pegasus felt her heart warm up almost instantly at the sight of them and smiled. "Oh, hello there, Mr. Mouse!" Fluttershy said calmly. "What are you doing out so late at night? You might catch a cold, you know." The mouse's nose twitched as it looked up and squeaked in fear, pushing its family back into their burrow. "W-wait, please! I won't do anything to you or your family! I'm just concerned!" It was too late, however. They were already gone, leaving the pale-yellow pegasus alone again. She gritted her teeth, holding back tears as her comrades remained silent on the whole event, keeping their thoughts to themselves. Looking down at a puddle, Fluttershy could see several patches of her pink mane shortened and missing, sections scarred over from past battles, leaving naught but a patchwork of rose hair. Her face was likewise disfigured, with a portion of her right muzzle chipped off around the nostril, a few striped scars leading down her throat, and a fake eye made of red gems, giving her a six-pointed star pupil that helped her see thanks to the magic it had been enchanted with. She was more than grateful to receive such a gift, but her disfigurement meant that most animals instinctively saw her as ' unnatural' and fled. She missed Angel. The hours went by and the storm finally settled while the others fell asleep, taking turns to guard their supplies and fellows. Fluttershy looked up at the cloudy sky unmarred by the industrialization of Equestria, showing off the vast recesses of space and the sea of light it held. The mare imagined herself soaring through this sea, unbothered by all the problems and bloodshed of life, surrounded by cosmic animals of fantastical origins. So many colors. As she opened her eyes, she bore witness to a shooting star flying near the moon, per her perspective, and an idea came to mind. Just a bit of fun to relieve tension. "I wish that this war would end. That everypony could go home!" she whispered loudly to herself. "I...I just need somepony to make it stop. Help make it stop..." She looked over her shoulder to see several ponies sleeping soundly amidst the rubble and debris in their sleeping bags. Several were kicking and mumbling to themselves as their fears of the next day grasped their souls. Fluttershy grabbed her bag and pulled out her own sleeping bag. It was about time she went to sleep too. There was a long day ahead of them. "Lieutenant Fluttershy, we're closing in on the field of battle." "Deliver the replacement radio equipment to the field commanders," the pale-yellow pegasus ordered. The pegasi looked over the destroyed farmlands below, replaced by mud and craters as ponies used rifles attached to their shoulders and pulled the triggers using an array of wires attached to one hoof. Cannons yelled loudly as their charges were sent through their mouths to cursed the blocky beasts of crystal and flash that wandered through the fields, supported by their own fake ponies of black magic and crystal using their own gunpowder weaponry that seemed to blow up in their faces more often than not. "There's some giants over there," one of the pegasi pointed out. Fluttershy shook her head. "No time for them. The hunters can take them out. Where is the artillery?" "But m'am, we--" Fluttershy gave a sharp stare at her soldier who immediately shut up. "We were given partial freedom to make decisions here so long as they were tactical, then to join up with the group here and receive proper orders." The mare grumbled. "We're already delivering new communications equipment to them. Might as well deliver a clear sky, too." One of the pegasi was looking around with binoculars, catching glimpses of air battles nearby and flanking enemies. He growled when he reached for his radio, realizing the soldiers on the ground had yet to get everything set up. The giants below were towering masses of disgusting material of varying shapes and sizes. Made from blackened meat and corrupted crystals, these lumbering masses acted as the shock troops and siege equipment of Sombra's military, and he had tons to spare. Fluttershy wished he had just lost whatever means he had to produce them. "Down there, behind the white cliffs!" the scout shouted. The soldiers looked to white clay, unmarred by battle, and bore witness to multiple flashes behind them. A few dozen ponies were torn apart when the shells impacted the ground, frustrating Fluttershy's platoon. "Let's deliver a strongly worded complaint to the mailmares," Fluttershy said maliciously. "I agree," one of her soldiers stated. "They've been quite rude with sending in damaged packages to us. I think it's time to look elsewhere, so let's send them back their parcels!" The platoon of twenty-three pulled out multiple ovals from closed, brown pouches of false leather around their chest and flanks and clanked them together. They cheered quietly as they dropped the steaming and whistling items on top of the immense cannons pointed upward and watched as their delivery ripped apart flesh and melted metal. Several of them hit large piles of cylindrical items and set off the gunpowder barrels near them, causing gargantuan explosions that made a fire so powerful that the black smoke reached high into the sunny sky. "Prepare for interception by enemy air f--" Fluttershy started. "Two enemy platoons incoming. I count a little over sixty troops!" the scout interjected. "We can't fight that many!" Fluttershy realized. "Fly as fast as you can back to our lines! We'll get support from the soldiers in the back lines. That should make things easier." She cursed under her breath. "Those radios would be helpful right about now!" With minutes to spare, the ponies pushed their bodies as hard as possible, dodging errant shrapnel and dirt from explosions, doing their best to survive to the line. The enemy pegasi approached closer and closer, spear and sword in hoof, when everypony was deafened and pulled away in the air. So fierce was the sudden shift in wind that the air was pulled out of Fluttershy's lungs and all sound stopped. Hovering in the air with her soldiers, Fluttershy eventually recovered her wits and realized she only had about thirteen soldiers left, and the enemy pegasi had been shrunk to around twenty, but something else was odd. Why had the gunfire and artillery ceased suddenly? Everyone was staring to Fluttershy's left, following a trail of black smoke. There was a massive, glowing crater a few kilometers from the central battlefield. Whoever was at the impact site was likely gone. The lieutenant felt her heart tightening and her blood starting to freeze over. The firefight restarted almost instantly where the glowing, smoking crater was, and Fluttershy felt like everything was going to go back to the horrible 'normal' she was used to, but several glints blinded her from above and the mare bore witness to falling stars numbering in the dozens. "What have I done?!" the mare gasped in horror. She was able to catch some sort of metallic abomination as it flew in front of her. Hanging off its hull were four, huge, blue, humanoid creatures that passed by in a blur, and if she didn't know any better, the mare would have assumed they were having the time of their lives. Their hooting and hollering only reached Fluttershy's ears when the craft was far away, crashing near the other crater. The ponies watched silently as one managed to land mostly 'intact' behind Sombra's lines, tearing away defenses and the few still intact trees, revealing a misshapen mass of scrap metal with no rhyme or reason to its shape and design, its rear belching out thick, black smog. Fluttershy narrowed her eyes, realizing that the hull of this ramshackle mess was covered in more of the blue things she caught a brief glimpse of that were now ripping off parts of their craft and throwing them at the soldiers beneath them. The pegasus overheard the soldiers below cheering as their enemy was assailed by this new one from the sky. Several thought the princesses managed to negotiate aid from neighboring countries and fellow ponies, but who ever heard of or even seen these things? "We've got reinforcements! They're taking out Sombra's troops!" one of Fluttershy's surviving soldiers declared. She grabbed Fluttershy's shoulders and shook her in joy. "The stalemate is ending!" Why, then, did Fluttershy only feel worse? She looked into the distance and saw that weapons from both sides were firing at the glowing crater. What did that mean? She got her answer in the form of two more of those immense vessels floating above the battlefield near Fluttershy's locations, their sizes dwarfing that of battleships, and their bellies roaring as loudly as possible as flames stabilized it and burnt the ground beneath, cooking the mud. Unfortunately, the second one crashed into the first, impaling itself and causing the two to smash into the ground, the impact mostly absorbed by the mud. "By the sun..." Fluttershy gasped. Massive bodies of blue poured out of the flaming wrecks and flooded over the defenders of both sides, overwhelming the still cheering ponies before their officers broke them out of their stupor to start attacking these new invaders. "What have I done?!" Fluttershy thought to herself.

The Psychopath

563400

Fluttershy,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Visitors From the Stars

Equestria is engulfed in a war against Sombra and his artificial ponies when visitors come from the stars and send the whole world of Equestria into upheaval by their mere presence

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<p>Fluttershy has been fighting incessantly for a little over a decade now. She is battered and bruised and tired, lamenting the loss of her once-joyous life and the animals she cared for. Ever since Sombra had returned with an army of artificial creatures made of flesh and crystal, Equestria's newest generation have only ever known death and destruction. Even the mighty alicorn sisters could not halt Sombra's advance despite their power. </p><p>Tired of all this death and destruction, the once meek mare wishes on a shooting star one booming night for it all to end. For something to change. For something that sits above all of this carnage and savagery to intervene and put a stop to all this.</p><p>She should have wished for simple peace instead.</p><hr/><p>The promotional tie-in to my book series 'Lux Locus' I mentioned a long time ago. Now for your reading pleasure! It's a sci-fi/fantasy hybrid, with each book introducing an alien race through their perspective rather than our own. The link will be in the story itself and isn't necessary to read to understand this, as is the purpose of promotional stories.</p><p>If you like Warhammer 40K then you'll maybe like this, too!</p><p>The Violence tag is there just in-case.</p><p>Art by Night Bridge.</p><p>There's a few chaps already written. I'll publish one a day until it's complete.</p>

teen

2024-08-21T22:05:28+00:00

2024-08-21T22:05:28+00:00

While the ponies couldn't understand what was being said by the blue giants, they could at least understand the excited tones the creatures had, and now that they were closer, Fluttershy could make out their appearances. These immense behemoths sported deep blue skin and large overbites with long and crooked lower teeth growing from their lower jaws. Their bodies were rippling with muscle and absurd strength judging by one picking up a pony-sized boulder to chuck it at one of Sombra's monsters with very little effort. Weirder still was the lack of conformity with these creatures: They all sported different types of clothing of various colors and states of wear as they rested underneath rusted and bent armor. Those closest to the survivors of the impact pulled out rusty mallets, bulky clubs, or spikey maces, and while these earth ponies and unicorns were beaten down by the brief confusion, Fluttershy and the remnants of her platoon watched as the creatures were gunned down by their rifles, artillery, and magic spells, but not without considerable effort. "I...I thought they were going to break from that..." one of Fluttershy's soldiers said with a trembling voice. Fluttershy watched as one of the visitors found his head taken by a cannonball and its comrade next to it pointing and laughing hysterically before having its head hollowed out by a piercing spell. "They think this is funny..." Fluttershy gasped in disgust. She looked around, seeing the miles of trenches and craters, and grimaced. "If we can keep to the trenches, they'll get sandwiched between us and Sombra's forces." She turned to her remaining soldiers. "Ready lances and dive on my signal! We're doing hit-and-run tactics." The ponies pulled out foldable lances hidden along their spines and unfolded them, their points sharp and hungry for carnage. Without a moment of hesitation, the pegasi flew higher before plunging, building up as much speed as they could and heading toward the massive brutes headbutting the fortifications along the many large hills dotted about the area. With screams of rage and dying breaths, the blue creatures were injured and fell backward, but Fluttershy realized their lances weren't dealing killing blows. The skin or muscles of these beasts were far denser and tougher than she initially expected. She continued undeterred with her platoon, joined by others that took to the skies from the backlines whether they were injured or not. The lieutenant saw one of Sombra's bulky monsters using its four arms to stallionhandle one of the blue monsters when others seemingly came to its aid, only to join together and push the abomination away. She was horrified when a far larger and bulkier blue creature carrying a massive warhammer pulled away and tossed one of its kin over its shoulder to headbutt the abomination in its deformed approximation of a face. It did it over and over again to the cheers of the smaller things before being grabbed by the throat. She didn't follow further as she had done at one of the creatures climbing its kin to jump over fortifications and barbed wire, only for Fluttershy's lance to go through both sides of its neck. "Lieutenant, watch out!" Fluttershy's concentration was interrupted when one of her platoon soldiers was shot down by a flashing ball. One of the blue creatures was holding an assortment of cylinders that only vaguely resembled a rifle and pointed it at her. What was the rectangle sticking out of the side for? She screamed in terror when the weapon started to fire off its payload, nearly missing her several times. "They can fire in quick succession?!" It was joined by the others throwing sticks and rocks at the defenders, often missing completely and hitting their own, only for it all to explode, something Sombra's forces suffered through as well. "Lieutenant Fluttershy?" a garbled voice spoke to the mare in her ear. "Oh, thank the Sun. The radio works again," Fluttershy said with a sigh of relief. "Yes?" "Pull back! They're doing something to those carcasses that fell from the sky!" There was barely anything left of the vessels that crashed down into the center of the battlefield. Instead, Fluttershy bore witness to multiple vehicles sporting metallic wheels or a weird system of interlinked metal plates she had never seen before. The lot of them were as mismatched as the vessels themselves, often sporting a cannon or so on them. A few were surrounded with hastily-soldered plates of metal while others seemed to revel at the feel of the wind across their bald heads when the vehicles all roared to life. A few exploded, leaving behind blue creatures left blackened and charred but laughing heartily at the outcome of their 'project' only to quickly get back to rebuilding somehow. It was as quick as their intervention. It had only been two hours since this third party had arrived, but they already created working war machines while under a constant barrage of bullets and artillery. "We need to fall back and regroup!" Fluttershy shouted. "I don't know what these things are, but they're loving this and actively attacking both sides with no regard to whom it is their targeting." "But we can't pull back now!" the soldier on the other side said. "We almost--" "We have no choice! It's either that or we all die and these things invade Equestria! Relay that to the lieutenant-colonel and his aides!" "Yes m'am!" Fluttershy readjusted her communications piece and spoke to her platoon. "Any surviving ponies of my platoon, pull back immediately. We're retreating! Watch the ground and drop whatever you have left as explosives on the heads of these blue things." After several minutes of diving and dodging the bullets fired by these creatures' weapons, the rectangle constantly hitting them in the stomach while they did so, Fluttershy finally received a response. "Lieutenant," the radio operator started. "The heads agreed. It's a general retreat on all fronts. These blue things have appeared everywhere. We're to pull back to the border of the Crystal Empire and Griffonia." Fluttershy gawked. "That far back?! Fine!" Most of the equipment and supplies meant to reinforce the frontline and replace damaged equipment had been placed there, so did that mean everything was going to be used actively in this war? The mare grit her teeth, her bones rattling to the sound of repeated explosions followed by smaller ones crawling along the ground and destroying blue monster and pony alike. She paled at the source: Flying craft belching flames behind them as the blue things stayed on its hull and actively caught and resoldered plates of metal falling off of it. As the bulky metal beast flew past Fluttershy, one of the invaders made a grab for her and grumbled loudly when it missed, much to the amusement of the pilot. Three more of those things flew toward Fluttershy but made a u-turn, and unleashed a wave of screaming rockets at one battle site further away, peppering both the Equestrians' and Sombrian's positions in explosives, sending mud and viscera everywhere. Artillery in the backlines began a rain of fire that kept the monsters at bay as soldiers retreated, but not without firing a round or two. Unicorns did their best to put up barriers, but the angry vehicles were coming, digging through the mud like it was nothing, and then they got close. It was the worst thing Fluttershy had ever experienced so far. Hundreds of bullets going everywhere all at once like a dozen canister shells had been fired. Massive explosions coming from cannons as big as she was. A bunch of smaller explosions doing the same from smaller cannons. One pony that was caught in the mud had been grabbed and crushed against the cannon breech when it fired, horrifying Fluttershy. Soldiers sat, exhausted, at the armored line in the Crystal Empire running along its whole border. It had taken them years to get so far in the war. They were just a few days of walking to reach the capital. They lost all that progress in mere days. Thousands dead. Millions injured. All for nothing. It was insulting bright and sunny, too, and Fluttershy was blinded by the sunlight above. She and the remnants of her platoon were hiding away in a bunker, listening quietly to the radio as the ground troops readied their rifles and brand new 'machine guns' inspired by the creatures' weaponry, although it was allegedly already in development. "We've been stuck here for a month, chasing those things off," one ground troop muttered to herself. She checked the trigger of her rifle and set it back into place. "All we do is sit here and chase them off when they approach. How much longer are we going to stay here?" "They've just been using everything we left behind and using it against us." "Or blowing up." Fluttershy peered through the thin slit in the concrete building, grimacing to herself. "They're here again." The soldiers scampered to their hooves and one rushed to a table with a radio on it and frantically pulled down several maps of the area, relaying the information to the other bunkers and defensive lines. Once again, the air was filled with the sounds of bullets flying and explosives hurtling through the air while the blue monsters came in with their ramshackle weaponry. One of the flying machines was overloaded with the monsters and spun around when it got in place, chasing off and throwing its passengers everywhere onto their dead kin below in the muddy trenches. "We can't keep doing this..." the mare from earlier whined. "I'm so tired!" Another looked at the three clips in his bandolier. "And we're running out of ammo." Fluttershy picked up a rifle from the wall and sat beside the soldiers. "Nothing we can do now but keep fighting until they tired out." She groaned and dragged a ragged hoof across her face. "I wish I was back in my cottage..." She tensed up when she realized what had just come out of her mouth. The other soldiers stared at her, their faces starting to look just as weary and fatigued as her own. It was too late now. The blue monsters attacked just as the clouds started to roll in on their own, unfettered by the will of the pegasi too embroiled in battle and industry to control the weather. The fighting continued like this for several more days until the ponies ran out of ammo and looked at their opponent in horror as they all adopted a rictus when they realized what had happened. "Swords and spears to hooves!" Fluttershy and several other voices ordered loudly. "We can still funnel them into the bunker entrances!" A familiar sensation crept along her spine and the loud, guttural cries of the blue beasts broke her from her panic as they all pointed in excitement at something coming from the sky. Several let go of the ponies they were about to kill to rush over to whatever it was instead. Two of their ramshackle craft flew overhead and started to open fire on whatever was coming, only for one to receive multiple massive shells in its body that ripped it apart in the sky. The other was pierced by a long vessel made of rings that were dented and folded in various areas, having caught the shells of its would-be destroyer. Flashing lights could be seen far above, through the empty spots between the clouds, showing that these blue things were still somewhere in the sky of Fluttershy's world and attacking whatever these newcomers were. "Don't be tricked like last time," Fluttershy said apprehensively. "No need to worry, lieutenant," a mare whispered. "We learned that the hard way." They watched as the makeshift ballista bolt spun around and landed on the ground with a violent thud. It slid across the ground, kicking up dirt and debris and crushing several of the monsters before finally coming to a halt. Several craft flew overhead, going elsewhere Fluttershy couldn't see. She couldn't figure out how they were flying as she didn't see the black fumes coming from anywhere, only a very loud humming that seemed to change in pitch as the oddly 'spherical' craft flew away. "From the ship!" a soldier pointed out. Several tall creatures covered in segmented armor protecting loose clothing beneath emerged from the rear of the craft followed by two, gigantic, bipedal machines topped with what Fluttershy could only describe as a weapons platform. They quickly unfurled themselves and let loose dozens of rockets, ripping apart the monsters as they stomped forward, ignoring every explosive they stepped on, their bulk, rectangular forms unbothered by everything around them. The tinier entities immediately used whatever was around them as cover, much to Fluttershy's surprise, and started opening fire on the blue monsters. Three of them brought forth a glowing, blue machine that looked like several small rifle barrels floating in a blue cloud. A third brought a glowing blue pack and attached it to the machine, interconnecting the barrels and showering the monsters with a fire rate that burnt and consumed their flesh. As this new battle raged on, several of the larger creatures used their kin as living shields and got into range to use their melee weaponry. Two of them had their torsos disintegrate instantly without so much as a pop. Another was blown apart with a single punch. Three bipedal figures had emerged from another section of the craft, these ones seemingly as big or slightly bigger than the blue monsters. They were clad head-to-toe in metal, as though they were statues made from a single block of steel. However, all their joints glowed a pale blue and created a checkerboard pattern with every movement. Two of them holding rifles seemed to have their weapons connected to their thighs by a blue stream of light holding bullets the pegasus couldn't recognize. They were colored in bright, flash shades as their lower left and upper right sections were candy red while the other two were deep sea blue. The trim around their neck protection, shoulders, and knees were a golden hue, but only one seemed to have an orange trim on their left shoulder and wrist. Finally, the one at their front was wearing sun-bleached armor and a pure black helmet. Fluttershy couldn't make out the precise details of said helmet, but she could make out the hands of this monster that were thrice the size of the others' hands' and crackling with brown energy that seemed oddly...pale. "Now what?!" Fluttershy moaned.

Hopeful Soul

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Pipp Petals,Zipp Storm,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Profanity,Sex

Sisterly Secrets Unveiled

Zipp and Pipp, two very different sisters, share a deep connection. One night of drinking uncovers their hidden attraction.

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<p>Zipp and Pipp are two sisters whose personalities couldn't be more different. However, their contrasting traits only strengthen their connection, revealing a unique chemistry that lies just beneath the surface. It’s during a night of revelry and drinks that this captivating attraction finally emerges.</p>

mature

2024-08-14T17:27:10+00:00

2024-08-14T17:27:08+00:00

The air inside the barely lit bar felt heavy as they pushed open the warped door, Zipp pulling Pipp close behind, letting the door shut and lock firmly on its own. The dimly lit room was cozy with the fumes of spilled alcohol and secrets told in hushed tones. Even as the sisters walked to the bar and plopped down on the worn-out stools, the atmosphere seeped into their skin, and for the first time in their lives, Zipp and Pipp felt a frisson of excitement at the anonymity the evening seemed to promise. The clink of glasses and the clatter of pool balls filled the air, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter from some obscure corner of the room. Zipp looked around the bar, a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes took in the eclectic mix of patrons - the leather-clad biker, the suit-wearing businessman, the young couple huddled together in a booth. She turned to Pipp, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, sis, looks like we've just stepped into a real-life episode of 'Cheers'," she remarked. Her voice was low, just above the murmur of the crowd, but Pipp still heard the familiar teasing lilt. Pipp rolled her eyes. "I think you mean 'Chelsea Lately', not 'Cheers'," she retorted, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "And I'm pretty sure we're not in LA, so let's not get ahead of ourselves." Zipp chuckled, leaning back in her stool. "Oh, come on, Pipp. Loosen up! We're here to have fun, remember?" She waved down the bartender, a burly man with a thick beard and a friendly smile. "Two of your strongest, most exotic cocktails, please. And make sure they're not for the faint-hearted," Zipp winked at the bartender. He grinned, shaking his head slightly at her audacity. Pipp raised an eyebrow. "Exotic, hmm? Isn't that a bit... cliché?" Zipp shrugged, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe. But where's the fun in being predictable?" The bartender slid two colorful drinks towards them, garnished with an assortment of fruits and a small, intricate umbrella for Pipp's drink. Zipp picked hers up, took a sip, and her eyes widened. "Wow, that's... something else." She coughed slightly, her eyes watering. "I think he took 'strong' quite literally." Pipp, ever the cautious one, took a delicate sip of her own drink. Her face immediately scrunched up, and she shook her head. "That's... that's terrible, Zipp!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. Zipp laughed, taking another sip of her drink, clearly enjoying the challenge. "It's an acquired taste, Pipp. You gotta give it a chance," Zipp replied, her eyes scanning the room again. She noticed a group of people gathered around a small stage in the corner, their faces lit up by the soft glow of a vintage floor lamp. A woman with a guitar was singing a soulful tune, her voice echoing through the room, captivating the audience. "Come on, let's go listen to her," Zipp downed the rest of her drink in one go, stood up, grabbed Pipp's hand and pulled her towards the stage. Pipp, taken aback, quickly finished her drink and followed, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. They found a spot near the edge of the crowd, and Zipp leaned against a worn-out pillar, her eyes fixed on the singer. Pipp, standing beside her, couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It wasn't the crowd or the dimly lit bar, but the way Zipp was looking at the singer. There was an intensity in her gaze that Pipp had never seen before. She nudged Zipp gently, her voice barely audible over the music. "Zipp, what's going on? You're staring at her like she's... well, like she's the most fascinating thing you've ever seen," Pipp whispered, her eyes flicking between Zipp and the singer. Zipp blinked, breaking her trance, and turned to Pipp. "Huh? Oh, no, it's not... I mean, she's great, but that's not it," she stammered, her cheeks flushing slightly. She paused, her eyes wandering back to the stage for a moment before she continued. "It's just... I've been thinking about this song for months. It's been stuck in my head, but I couldn't place it. I didn't know who sang it or why it was haunting me. And now, seeing her up there, playing it, it's like... it's like I've been waiting to hear it again," Zipp's eyes were as she continued staring at the singer, reflecting the soft glow of the stage lights. She looked at Pipp, her expression earnest. " Pipp nodded slowly, her eyes searching Zipp's face. She'd never seen her sister like this, so open, so vulnerable. It was a side of Zipp that Pipp rarely witnessed, hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and nonchalance. But there it was, laid bare for her to see. Pipp felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she couldn't quite articulate. She reached out, gently squeezing Zipp's arm, and offered her a small smile. "Yeah, it does," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the music. "And I'm glad you found it." Zipp turned to her, her face breaking into a wide grin as her eyes sparkled with gratitude. She turned her attention back to the stage, her body swaying gently to the music. Pipp watched her, her heart beating usually fast as her eyes drifted down to her butt. She had never noticed how nice her sister's ass was before. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. What was she thinking? That was her sister, after all. She looked away, swiped a drink from someone and took a sip, her eyes widening slightly at the strong taste, but she didn't complain this time. Zipp, sensing her sister's discomfort, turned to her. "What's wrong, Pipp? You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased, nudging her gently with her elbow. "O-Oh, it-it's nothing..." Pipp claimed. "Then quit standing still like a tree and start dancing! Come on, shake that fat ass!" Zipp encouraged as she started to gyrate even more. "I'm not fat, I'm plump!" Pipp protested childishly. "You wanna see booty dancing? I'll show you booty dancing!" Pipp quickly began doing just that, swaying her hips and shaking her round bottom, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink. Zipp whooped and hooted, clapping her hands in encouragement while also mimicking her sister's moves. Over and over, the two sister's bumped hips and booties, laughing and having a blast. The crowd around them began to take notice, cheering and catcalling, but Pipp was too caught up in the moment to care. She was having fun, and Zipp's infectious laughter was the icing on the cake. As the song ended, the sisters high-fived, panting and laughing. Zipp grabbed Pipp's hand and tugged her towards the bar. "Come on, let's get another drink. I need something to cool down after all that dancing," Zipp panted, wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. Pipp nodded, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. They pushed their way through the crowd, making their way back to the bar. The bartender, who seemed to have taken a liking to Zipp, greeted them as they sat down with a wide smile. "Another round of those exotic cocktails for the ladies?" he asked, already reaching for the bottles. Zipp nodded. "You bet. My little sister's earned it," she claimed, giving Pipp a playful smack on the rump. Pipp yelped, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Zipp, stop that!" she hissed, swatting Zipp's hand away. "We're in public, for goodness' sake!" Zipp just laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So what? It's not like anyone here knows us. Besides, it's not like I'm the one with the moves." She said as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Pipp roll her eyes. "You're impossible, you know that?" she muttered, but there was no heat behind her words. She was still riding the high of their shared laughter and the thrill of dancing without a care in the world. Zipp grinned, taking a sip of her second exotic cocktail. The bartender had outdone himself this time, the drink was even stronger than the first, and she could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins, loosening her limbs and her inhibitions. As the night wore on, the sisters continued to laugh, dance, and drink. The bar was filled with a lively energy, and they found themselves drawn into conversations with the eclectic mix of patrons. Zipp, with her quick wit and charisma, had the bartender and a few regulars eating out of the palm of her hand. Pipp, on the other hand, was content to observing, her sharp intellect allowing her to keep up with the rapid-fire banter, a small smile playing on her lips. As the night wore on, the sisters found themselves leaning into each other, their bodies pressed close on the barstools. The alcohol had done its job, loosening their inhibitions and heightening their senses. Zipp's hand found its way to Pipp's thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the soft fabric of her skirt. Pipp stiffened for a moment, her eyes flicking to Zipp's face, trying to gauge her intentions. But Zipp's gaze was fixed on the bartender, her expression innocent. Pipp experienced an unusual surge of intense jealousy deep inside her, prompting her to reach over and pinch her sister's backside. Zipp yelped, jumping slightly on her stool, and turned to Pipp with wide, surprised eyes. "What was that for?" Zipps asked, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. Pipp just shrugged, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Just making sure you're still alive and kicking, sis," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Zipp raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "Oh, I'm very much alive," she said, her voice low and husky. She leaned in closer to Pipp, her breath hot on her ear. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be the responsible one, you're being awfully naughty tonight," Zipp whispered, her voice laced with amusement and something else - something Pipp couldn't quite put her finger on. Pipp felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned her head slightly, their noses almost touching. She could see the flecks of gold in Zipp's brown eyes, see the way her pupils dilated as she looked at her. "And for someone who's supposed to be the wild one, you're being awfully... what, Zipp?" Pipp asked, her voice barely audible, her breath mingling with Zipp's. The air between them seemed to crackle with an unseen energy, a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Zipp's gaze flicked down to Pipp's lips, then back up to her eyes. "Careful," she whispered, a hint of a warning in her voice. "You're playing with fire, Pipp." Pipp felt a reckless desire stirring within her, a need to push the boundaries, to see where this newfound tension between them would lead. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Zipp's earlobe as she whispered, "Maybe I like playing with fire." Zipp's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. as she swallowed hard. "Pipp..." she warned, her voice barely a whisper. Pipp pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Zipp's face. She saw the desire flickering in her sister's gaze, the same desire that was coursing through her own veins. The dimly lit bar, the alcohol, the music, it all seemed to conspire to create an intoxicating atmosphere that made Pipp feel bold, daring. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of Zipp's jaw. After a long moment of silence, Pipp abruptly hiccuped. "Wanna get outta here...?" she drunkenly asked. Zipp, equally tipsy and disoriented like her sister, remained quiet for a while before breaking into a smile and tilting her head. "Okey-dokey..." she slurred. "Super duper..." Paulina said before she hiccupped again, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. Zipp chuckled, shaking her head slightly. "Well, Pipp, you've certainly got a way with words when you're drunk," she teased, sliding off her stool and steadying herself on the bar. "But I think that's a good idea. I'm not sure I can handle any more of these exotic cocktails, and I'm starting to see double." Pipp nodded, her eyes widening as she looked around the bar. "Yeah, me neither. And I... don't think either of us can walk back home so... let's go find ourselves a... a hotel or something." She hiccupped again, her giggle echoing in the now quieter bar. Zipp chuckled, looping her arm around Pipp's waist to steady her. "Alright, let's find you a hotel, you little minx," she teased, guiding Pipp towards the exit. The cool night air hit them as they stepped out of the bar, causing Pipp to shiver slightly. Zipp tightened her grip around her sister's waist, pulling her close. "Here, take my jacket," she offered, helping Pipp into her leather jacket. Pipp mumbled a thank you, her eyes scanning the street for a taxi. The night was still young, and the streets were bustling with life, but the sisters were too tipsy to appreciate the lively atmosphere. Zipp's arm was still wrapped around Pipp's waist, steadying her as they waited for a cab. A yellow taxi rounded the corner, its lights illuminating the sisters' faces. Zipp's waved her hand, flagging it down. The taxi screeched to a halt in front of them, and the driver rolled down the window, looking at them expectantly. "Where to, ladies?" he asked, his voice gruff from years of smoking. "The nearest hotel please..." Zipp responded, trying to sound as coherent as possible. The driver nodded, putting the car in gear and pulling away from the curb. Pipp leaned against Zipp, her eyes fluttering closed as the motion of the car began to lull her into a state of drowsiness. Zipp watched her for a moment, a soft smile playing on her lips. She had never seen Pipp like this - so carefree, so uninhibited. It was a side of her sister that she had always known existed but had never before had the chance to witness. A side of her that Zipp found herself increasingly drawn to, a side that made her feel a strange, fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her thoughts. This was Pipp, her sister, after all. She couldn't be feeling... that way about her, could she? The taxi ride was a blur of neon lights and laughter. Pipp's head was resting on Zipp's shoulder, her breath warm and steady against her neck. Zipp could feel the rise and fall of her sister's chest, the soft curve of her body pressed against hers. She tried to focus on the road ahead, on the driver's gruff voice as he navigated the city streets, but it was no use. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, of feelings she couldn't quite comprehend. She stole a glance at Pipp, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the soft curve of her sister's lips, the way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks. The taxi came to a halt in front of a quaint, old-fashioned hotel. The driver turned to them, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Here we are, ladies. The best hotel in town, if I do say so myself." Zipp nodded, her mind still racing as she paid the driver and helped Pipp out of the cab. The cool night air hit them again, and Pipp shivered, her eyes fluttering open. She looked around, her gaze landing on the hotel sign with a slight frown. "This place looks... quaint," she commented, her voice still slurred from the alcohol. Zipp chuckled, looping her arm around Pipp's waist again. "Quaint enough for a couple of drunken sisters to stumble into, I'd say," she replied, guiding Pipp towards the entrance. The lobby was indeed quaint, with its faded wallpaper and worn-out carpet, but it was clean and well-maintained. The receptionist, an elderly woman with a kind smile, looked up as they approached. "Good evening, ladies. Welcome to the Olde Worlde Inn. How can I assist you tonight?" she asked, her voice as warm as her smile. The drunken Zipp leaned against the counter, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We need a room for the night. Something... cozy," she said, her tone laced with innuendo. Pipp, still leaning on Zipp, snorted softly, her cheeks flushing pink. The receptionist raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply handing Zipp a key attached to a large, ornate keychain. "Room 207, second floor. Breakfast is served in the dining room downstairs from eight to ten. Enjoy your stay," she said, her voice devoid of any judgment or curiosity. Zipp took the key, a smirk playing on her lips. "Thank you kindly, ma'am," she drawled, tipping an imaginary hat. She guided Pipp towards the stairs, her arm still wrapped around her sister's waist. Pipp stumbled slightly, her heels clicking softly on the worn-out carpet. Zipp steadied her, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Careful there, Pipp. Wouldn't want you to trip and tumble down the stairs," she teased, her voice low and husky. Pipp looked up at her, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of alcohol and amusement. "Oh, I'm perfectly capable of tumbling, thank you very much," she retorted, her voice laced with a playfulness that Zipp had never heard before. "Besides, I've got you to catch me, right?" Zipp felt a jolt in her chest at Pipp's words, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the alcohol. She looked down at her sister, her eyes searching Pipp's face. There was a challenge in her gaze, a dare that Zipp couldn't quite understand. But she was too tipsy, too caught up in the moment to question it. "Right," she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. She guided Pipp up the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. The dim lighting cast long, dancing shadows on the worn-out wallpaper, giving the old hotel a sense of timelessness. Zipp inserted the key into the lock of room 207, pushing the door open to reveal a cozy, well-furnished room. A queen-sized bed dominated the space, covered in a plush, patterned comforter that looked inviting and warm. Pipp stumbled in, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the antique furniture and the vintage wallpaper. "This place is... charming," she remarked, her voice slightly slurred as she kicked off her heels. Zipp chuckled, closing and locking the door behind them then going over to flip on the bedside lamp. The soft glow illuminated the room, casting a warm, inviting light over the vintage decor. Zipp toed off her own shoes next. "Yeah, it's got that old-world charm, doesn't it?" she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to look at Pipp, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lamp. "You look... pretty." Pipp blushed under her sister's scrutiny, suddenly self-conscious about her disheveled state. She ran a hand through her wavy purple hair, trying to smooth it down. "I must look a mess," she muttered, her eyes darting away from Zipp's intense gaze. Zipp stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup Pipp's cheek. "No, you don't. You look... beautiful," she said, her thumb brushing gentle strokes across Pipp's pink skin. Even while drunk, Paulina looked surprised and eventually smiled before her eyes widened all the way when she felt a hand grabbing something it shouldn't. "Zipp, are you grabbing my derrière right now?!" she gasped as she turned and looked down, then turned and looked back up at her sister. Zipp, who seemed to be under the influence of a sudden bout of courage, or perhaps just the alcohol, simply shrugged and replied, "I don't know, Pipp. Maybe... It feels... nice." Pipp's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She was torn between the sensation of her sister's touch and the shock of the situation. For a moment, Pipp stood frozen, unsure of what to do. She opened her mouth to speak, to tell her sister to stop, but instead, she found herself swallowing hard, her eyes flicking to Zipp's lips. Somewhere in the depths of her mind, she knew this wasn't right, this wasn't normal, but her body was singing a different tune. She felt a desperate need for more, and the rational part of her mind was drowned out by the buzz of alcohol and the thrill of the moment. Without another word, Pipp leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed her lips against Zipp's. She could taste the residue of her sister's drink on her lips, sweet and tangy, as their lips moved together in a passionate dance. Zipp pulled her in closer, their bodies practically melted together. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths in a frenzied quest for intimacy. Pipp's hands found their way to Zipp's waist, gripping tightly as she circled her hips and ground her pelvis against her sister's. Zipp groaned, as a wave of desire washed over her. She pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, and trailed her lips down to Pipp's collarbone, sucking on the sensitive skin before moving lower to nibble at her neck. Pipp's breath hitched, her head tilting to give Zipp better access. She could feel her sister's fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, each one popping open with a soft, satisfying sound. "Fuck, Pipp, you're so fucking sexy," Zipp groaned, her voice ragged with desire as she finally succeeded in undoing the last button. She pushed the blouse off Pipp's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her sister's lacy bra. Pipp's hands were not idle either. She was already starting to slip her fingers under the waistband of her sister's pants, only to pull away with a past. Even in her inebriated state, she managed to maintain a thread of clarity, just enough to gaze at her sister with a look of true astonishment. "Zipp... you're not wearing underwear...?" she commented. Zipp moved back and smiled, staring at her with half-open eyes. "Is it hot in here or what?" she asked with a hiccup before pulling off her shirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra either. "You know... I'll bet you'd look even prettier completely naked..." Zipp reached behind Pipp, unhooking her bra with expert ease. Pipp gasped as her breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Zipp's hands cupped them, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks, making Pipp moan. "Fuck, Zipp, that feels so good..." Pipp panted, her hands finding their way to Zipp's bare breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Zipp groaned, her head falling back as Pipp's fingers pinched her nipples. "Fuck, Pipp, yes," she hissed. Pipp suddenly started giggling uncontrollably, causing Zipp to stop and tilt her head. "What's so funny...?" "I don't know... Heh... it's just... we're sisters and... we're half naked..." Pipp pointed out as she started laughing some more. The intoxicated Zipp quickly joined her in her laughing fit. "Well then... let's get fully nakie!" Zipp declared as she grabbed the sides of her hands with both hands. "Nakie!" Pipp cheered as she unzipped and grabbed the waistband of her skirt before yanking it down and kicking them aside. Zipp quickly did the same with her pants. "Ha! Pipp's in her undies!" Drunk Zipp teased her sister childishly as she pointed at her lacy underwear. "Not for long!" Pipp protested as she prepared to take off her panties. "Wait, wait, wait! Let me!" Zipp volunteered as she turned Pipp around and grabbed the edges of her panties. Instead of pulling them down though, she had a more mischievous idea in mind. "Wedgie!" Zipp hooked her fingers into the waistband of Pipp's panties and quickly yanked them up hard, the fabric digging into Pipp's ass crack. Pipp yelped, her hands flying back to stop Zipp, but Zipp bounced her to make her stop. "Zipp, stop it!" Pipp laughed, trying to wriggle free, but Zipp held on tight, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She pulled the panties up and over Pipp's head before finally letting go. Pipp stumbled around, laughing and trying to pull her panties back down. Zipp took that opportunity to rip her sister's underwear off completely, leaving Pipp naked and vulnerable. She pushed Pipp onto the bed, climbing on top of her, and pinning her down. "Zipp, what are you doing?" Pipp asked, her voice a mix of fear and excitement. Zipp grinned, her eyes dark with lust. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, Pipp. Every. Single. Inch. By. Fucking. Inch." Zipp's voice was low and husky, her breath hot on Pipp's ear as she ground her hips against her sister's, their bare pussies rubbing together, slick with desire. Pipp gasped, her hips bucking up to meet Zipp's, her hands grasping at the sheets beneath her. "Fuck, Zipp, that feels... oh god, that feels so good," she panted, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through her veins. Zipp chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Pipp's spine. "Oh, Pipp, we're just getting started," she whispered, her lips trailing down Pipp's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Pipp moaned, her hips arching off the bed. "Fuck, Zipp, I need... I need more," Pipp panted, her hands clutching at Zipp's ass, pulling her in closer. Zipp grinned, her eyes gleaming with lust as she reached between them, her fingers finding Pipp's clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Pipp gasped, her hips bucking at the sudden contact. "Fuck, Zipp, yes, right there," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through her. Zipp's fingers were magic, knowing just the right spots to touch, the right pressure to apply. She slipped one finger inside Pipp, then another, curling them upwards to rub against that sweet spot that made Pipp see stars. Pipp's pussy clenched around Zipp's fingers tightly as she rode them. Her breathing became ragged, panting out a flow of obscenities and curses as Zipp worked her magic. A bead of sweat trickled down Pipp's temple, and her body writhed helplessly beneath Zipp's skilled touch. "Oh... fuck, Zipp, yes... yes...!" Pipp cried, her hands fisting in the bedsheets, her nails digging deep as she held on for dear life. A wave of intense pleasure flooded through her, and it took every ounce of her willpower to prevent herself from coming right then and there. It had been a long time since she felt this connected, this alive. Pipp was no longer a wallflower, hiding behind frilly dresses and pristine makeup. Tonight, on this worn and stained bed in this dilapidated hotel, Pipp was free. Free to express herself, free to satisfy her desires, free to delve into the depths of her soul and explore her most forbidden longings. Her hands moved from the sheets to grab hold of Zipp's shoulders as she moved just as frantically. Zipp increased her pace, thrusting faster and harder into her sister, putting all her strength and passion into each movement. "Fuck, Pipp, you're so fucking tight. You feel amazing," Zipp moaned, her breath hot against Pipp's throat as she leaned down to kiss her neck. "I... I want to taste you... to make you feel how I feel," Pipp whispered. "I wanna make you feel good..." Zipp panted with a grin. "Ok... hold on while I turn around," she said as she pulled her fingers out of a dismayed Pipp and started to pivot her body. Pipp's eyes followed Zipp's every move, captivated by her sister's grace and fluidity. As Zipp stopped turning, her head hovered directly over Pipp's intimate area, while her backside was positioned just above Pipp's face, her pussy was just aroused and glistening. Pipp's hands roamed over Zipp's body, trailing down her curves, caressing her toned muscles, and gently kneading her firm ass. She let out a low moan, her mouth watering at the sight and scent of her sister's pussy. Pipp's lips parted and her tongue darted out to taste Zipp's juices. Her tongue found Zipp's clit, lapping at the hardened nub in slow, teasing circles. Zipp moaned, throwing her head back and grinding her tushie against Pipp's face. Pipp's tongue explored further, tasting Zipp's sweet and tangy juices. Zipp moved her head down to between Pipp's thighs and slid her tongue inside her. The two sisters quickly began pleasuring each other in unison. Zipp's tongue darted inside Pipp, tasting her sweet nectar, as her thumb teased Pipp's clit. Pipp mirrored Zipp's actions, relentlessly flicking and swirling her tongue over Zipp's swollen bud, savoring each moan that escaped Zipp's lips. Their bodies undulated with pleasure, their moans echoing off the walls as they explored every inch of each other's folds. They were insatiable, driven purely by their carnal desires for each other. Without missing a beat, Pipp's hands moved to Zipp's hips, pulling her down further onto her face, while Zipp's hands gently held Pipp's hips down. Fuelled by twin surges of adrenaline and arousal, their tongues explored each other as if trying to find their very souls within one another. "Fuck, Pipp, yes, right there... oh god, I'm so close... don't stop... don't you dare stop," Zipp gasped, her voice ragged and frantic. Pipp moaned, her tongue working its magic as she obeyed her sister's commands, not stopping or slowing down until Zipp's entire body tensed up, her pussy clenching hard before she let out a loud moan of pleasure. Zipp's entire body shuddered and trembled as she came hard, her juices spilling over Pipp's eager tongue. She titled over and collapsed onto the bed next to Pipp, panting and gasping for air. "Fuck, Pipp... that was amazing," she groaned, a contented smile spreading across her lips. Pipp grinned, turned herself over, crawled up to Zipp and lying on top of her. "See? I told you I could make you feel good," she teased, her voice playful and flirtatious. Zipp chuckled breathlessly, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "You sure as hell did," she replied, her voice still hoarse from the intensity of her orgasm. Pipp smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Zipp's lips. "My turn," Zipp whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Pipp raised an eyebrow, her heart racing as anticipation built in her chest. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. Zipp softly pushed Pipp away then rolled onto her stomach. She crawled toward the pillows propped against the headboard, sat up, and leaned back against them. With a playful grin, she beckoned Pipp to join her with a flick of her finger. "Come here and I'll show you..." The older sister said softly while swaying a bit due to the alcohol. Pipp paused, her gaze filled with doubt, but that feeling swiftly evaporated under the influence of the alcohol. With a carefree spirit, she found herself crawling toward Zipp. Each movement was deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Zipp watched her sister approach, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the hunger in Pipp's eyes, the raw, primal desire that threatened to consume them both. She spread her legs wider, inviting Pipp in, eager to feel her sister's touch again. When Pipp reached her sister, the two wrapped their arms around each other and started making out again. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths, their moans filling the room once again. They kissed deeply, passionately, each lost in the sensation of the other's lips and tongue. Zipp's hands roamed over Pipp's body before eventually finding and pinching her buttocks. "Whoa!" Pipp reacted with a wide grin. Zipp responded with a grin and a playful growl. In an instant, they found themselves snuggled up together, side by side and pulling the blankets over their naked bodies. A variety of sounds soon started to resonate from beneath the blankets, featuring everything from joyous laughter to ecstatic moans. Along with this symphony of noise, there was a flurry of unseen activity under the covers, causing the bed to tremble and move a little. It was as if fireworks were going off underneath the covers. After a while, a sweaty, panting Zipp emerged, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. Pipp came out from under the blankets too, looking just as sweaty and messy as her sister. The two held each other close and cuddled while hiccuping a little. They had just experienced their first shared orgasm, and the afterglow was still coursing through their veins. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and their breaths were coming in ragged gasps. Zipp looked into Pipp's eyes, seeing a reflection of her own desire and satisfaction. She leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Pipp's, tasting the remnants of their shared ecstasy. Pipp smiled. "You kissed me," she said softly. Zipp nodded, her eyes never leaving Pipp's. "I wanted to. I still want to." Her voice was low, husky. Pipp swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from Zipp's body, and could see the raw desire in her eyes. She wanted her. She wanted this. Zipp reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Pipp's breast. Pipp gasped, her nipple hardening at the touch. Zipp's hand moved lower, her fingers skimming over Pipp's stomach, her hip, her thigh. Goosebumps broke out over Pipp's skin, and she shivered in anticipation. Zipp's touch was electric, a livewire that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. When Zipp's fingers finally found Pipp's slick, wet folds, she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet Zipp's touch. "You're so wet for me, Pipp," Zipp growled, her voice low and husky. "Of course... I'm full of happiness... and not just because of the alcohol..." Pipp slurred, her eyes drinking in the sight of her sister's flushed, tantalizing form. "I've wanted this for so long..." "So have I..." Zipp drunkenly admitted. "Zipp..." Pipp breathed. "Let's do it again... a bunch of times..." "Cool." Zipp said with a hiccup before she and her sister, both brimming with desire, shared another passionate kiss. As the night wore on, the effects of the alcohol began to take their toll, wrapping them in a warm haze of fatigue that gently lulled them into a deep slumber.

Hopeful Soul

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Pipp Petals,Zipp Storm,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Profanity,Sex

Sisterly Secrets Unveiled

Zipp and Pipp, two very different sisters, share a deep connection. One night of drinking uncovers their hidden attraction.

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<p>Zipp and Pipp are two sisters whose personalities couldn't be more different. However, their contrasting traits only strengthen their connection, revealing a unique chemistry that lies just beneath the surface. It’s during a night of revelry and drinks that this captivating attraction finally emerges.</p>

mature

2024-08-15T13:39:46+00:00

2024-08-15T13:39:45+00:00

The morning sun streamed through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the bed where Zipp and Pipp slept. Zipp lay flat on her back, but soon shifted to her side. As she partially opened her eyes, she saw her sister in a similar position on the opposite side of the bed. As Pipp gently raised her eyelids, her gaze fell upon Zipp, and in that instant, both of them gasped, their eyes widening in shock and terror. They swiftly propped themselves up, clutching the sheets tightly against their bare chests for modesty and holding their heads while groaning as they began to feel the effects of their respective hangovers. "Fuck, my head," Zipp muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I drank way too much last night." Pipp winced, "Me too. I can't remember the last time I had that much to drink." Zipp turned to look at her sister, her eyes widening as the memories of the previous night came rushing back. "Pipp... did we...?" she started, her voice trailing off as she blushed deeply. Pipp's cheeks turned just as red, and she nodded, looking down at her hands. "Yeah, we did," she whispered. "We did it a lot." Zipp ran a hand through her short hair, groaning in dismay. "Aw... shit!" she cursed as she face palmed in dismay and disgust. Zipp quickly got out of bed and scrambled to find her clothes. "Alright, listen to me. We shouldn't have done this! We should not have done this!" Pipp turned around, grabbed her bra from the floor, and began putting it on. "The incredible, mind-blowing incestuous sex, or drinking too much?" "Both! We're sisters, Pipp! We're not supposed to... you know." Zipp said as she bit her bit, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. Pipp sighed, pulling her bra straps up and adjusting the cups. "Yeah, I totally get it. I mean... we definitely don't want this to happen again..." she muttered as she found and slipped on her panties, now back to normal after being stretched out by Zipp. "Absolutely not! No! We do not want to do this again. Never." Zipp stated firmly as she struggled to put on her pants. "Obviously. That would be super awkward, and wrong." Pipp agreed, trying to not look flushed as she put her blouse back on. Zipp put on her shirt and sighed. "We just made a mistake. I made a mistake." "Hey, we were drunk. It was both our faults!" Pipp tried to assure Zipp. "Right. And we're sisters... We can get past this..." Zipp claimed, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself. "We'll just pretend it never happened." Pipp nodded, buttoning up her blouse. "Exactly. We'll go back to being normal sisters. Last night was just... a blip." "A big, naked, sweaty blip." Zipp muttered. Pipp chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, yes, but we won't talk about it. It's like it never happened." "Ever." Zipp added bluntly. She groaned as she covered her mouth a little. "I think I'm gonna sick..." "Hangover or because you slept with your sister...?" Pipp inquired slowly. "Could be either honestly... Excuse me..." Zipp said before she hurried to the bathroom to vomit. Pipp tilted her head back and sighed. While her sister repeatedly vomited into a toilet, something she could hear even with the door closed, Pipp worked on putting on the rest of her clothes. She glanced at the rumpled bed, the sheets tangled and stained with remnants of their night together. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, and she quickly averted her gaze, focusing instead on smoothing out her blouse. Zipp emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaking. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes closed as she took deep, steadying breaths. "I think I'm gonna shower," she muttered, not meeting Pipp's gaze. Pipp nodded, biting her lip. "That... that sounds like a good idea." Zipp pushed off from the doorframe and stumbled back towards the bathroom, her movements unsteady. She could feel Pipp's eyes on her, but she refused to look back. She knew if she did, she'd see the same guilt and confusion reflected in her sister's gaze that she felt churning inside her own gut. Inside, the bathroom was small and cramped, the once-white tiles now yellowed with age. Zipp turned the faucet, letting the water run until it was scalding hot. She stepped under the spray, hissing as the steam hit her skin, hoping the burn would distract her from the turmoil inside. She scrubbed herself raw, trying to wash away the remnants of their night together. The scent of their lovemaking still lingered, a ghostly reminder of their transgression. She lathered her body, her hands shaking as she tried to rid herself of the evidence, the memory. After what felt like hours, she turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel. She hesitated before opening the door, steeling herself for the awkwardness that awaited her. She took a deep breath and stepped out, finding Pipp sitting on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. Pipp looked up as Zipp entered, her eyes red and puffy. It was clear she had been crying. Zipp paused, taken aback by her sister's distress. She had expected awkwardness, certainly, but not tears. "Pipp, what's wrong?" Zipp asked softly, her voice filled with concern. She approached the bed, sitting down beside her sister. Pipp sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I just... I can't stop thinking about last night. About what we did." Zipp sighed, rubbing her temples. "Me neither," she admitted. "But we agreed we weren't going to talk about it. We were going to pretend it never happened." Pipp nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know. I just..." she said before her voice trailed off. She seemed to be struggling to find the right words. Zipp waited patiently, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the turmoil in Pipp's eyes, the internal battle she was waging with herself. Pipp took a deep breath, her hands twisting in her lap. "I liked it, Zipp. I liked it a lot," she confessed. Zipp's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't been expecting that. She had thought Pipp would feel the same guilt and shame that she did. But instead, she saw a spark of desire in her sister's eyes. "I... I don't know what to say, Pipp," Zipp stammered, her cheeks flushing. She looked down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. Pipp reached out, placing a gentle hand on Zipp's knee. "You don't have to say anything," she said softly. "I just needed to get that off my chest. I know it's complicated, and I know we shouldn't have done it. But I can't deny how I feel." Zipp took a deep breath, her mind racing. She stared down at Pipp's hand on her knee. As she placed her own hand on top of hers, she could feel how warm and comforting it was. She looked up, meeting her sister's gaze. "I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just... surprised, I guess. I thought we were on the same page." "We are!" Pipp tried to assure her. "But... you can't tell me that you don't remember feeling some kind of spark when we were... you know... Because... even though most of what happened is one big erotic blur now... I definitely remember feeling that spark when we first kissed... Do you?" After a long moment of silence, Zipp spoke again. "...No," she claimed. Pipp lowered her head sadly. "Oh. I see. Guess it was only me... Bet it was probably just the alcohol and nothing else..." she shrugged before standing up and walking to the door. "Pipp..." Zipp tried to speak. "Come on. Let's check out and get home." Pipp said without turning around as she left the room. Zipp sighed deeply as she stared down at the floor. She hated that she had to lie to her sister, but she knew the two of them could never have a romance due to them being related. The thought of it made her shudder. After she took another deep breath, she followed Pipp out of the room. The two stayed quiet for most of the taxi ride home. As much as both of them wanted to spend some time apart, they knew it would be hard due to the fact that the two of them lived in the same apartment. So, when they arrived home, they found themselves tiptoeing around each other, trying to avoid any sort of awkward conversation or situation. Zipp, being the more outgoing and adventurous of the two, decided to take matters into her own hands. She grabbed her skateboard from the closet and announced, "I'm going out for a while. I need some fresh air and space." Pipp looked up from her book, her eyes meeting Zipp's. "Okay," she replied softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Be careful, okay?" Zipp nodded, giving her sister a small smile. "Always am," she said before grabbing her helmet and heading out the door. She needed to clear her head, to process everything that had happened. Plus, there was something about the rush of skating that always helped her think. As she cruised down the sidewalk, the wind whipping through her short hair, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in her stomach. She had always been the one to take risks, to live life on the edge. But this... this was different. This was taboo. This was wrong. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the thoughts. She didn't want to think about it. Not now. Not ever. She focused on the road ahead, on the familiar streets of their neighborhood. She carved through the traffic, weaving in and out of cars with ease. Yet, no matter how fast she skated, she couldn't outrun the memories of the night before. As she approached the park, she slowed down, coming to a stop at the edge of the path. She hopped off her board, tucking it under her arm as she walked towards a bench. She sat down upon it with a sigh before burying her face in her hands. "What is wrong with me?" Zipp asked herself. "I still can't believe I fucked my sister. What am I gonna do now...? Should I move out? Should I find my own place? Tell our Mom? No. She'd kill us! So what..." Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her heart pounding as she saw Pipp's name flash across the screen. She hesitated before answering, her thumb hovering over the green button. She knew she should ignore it, put some distance between them. But instead, she swiped right and brought the phone up to her ear. "Hey, Pipp," she answered, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Zipp, where are you?" Pipp's voice was tinged with worry. "I've been calling you for ages." Zipp glanced around, realizing she had been so lost in thought she hadn't noticed the setting sun. "I'm at the park," she replied. "I needed some time to myself." There was a pause before Pipp spoke again. "I understand. I... I just wanted to make sure you were okay." "I'm fine, Pipp. Just... thinking, you know?" Zipp tried to keep her voice casual, as if she wasn't grappling with a whirlwind of emotions and questions. "Thinking about what?" Pipp pressed, her voice soft but insistent. "About us? About last night?" Zipp hesitated, her grip tightening on her phone. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "That too." Pipp sighed, and Zipp could picture her sister running a hand through her long purple hair, a habit she had when she was deep in thought. "I can't stop thinking about it either," Pipp confessed. "I know we said we wouldn't talk about it, but... I can't just pretend it never happened. Can you?" "No." Zipp admitted. "I can't." Pipp let out a shaky breath, as if she had been holding it in. "I'm glad it's not just me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel so confused, Zipp. On one hand, I know this is wrong. We're sisters, for God's sake. But on the other hand... I can't deny how I feel. I can't just turn off these feelings," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. Zipp listened to her sister, her heart aching with a mix of guilt, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She took a deep breath before speaking, "I understand, Pipp. I do. I'm feeling all sorts of messed up too. But here's the thing - we can't act on these feelings. Feelings of which I do not have, by the way..." she claimed stiffly due to it being a lie. "R-Right. It was just... a drunken mistake that we both regret." Pipp said after a brief pause. Zipp heard her sister's voice crack slightly when she spoke, and she felt a pang of guilt. She knew Pipp was trying to put on a brave face, but she could tell the whole situation was taking a toll on her. "Pipp, I..." Zipp started, unsure of what to say. She wanted to comfort her sister, to tell her that everything would be okay. But she knew that would be another lie. Nothing was okay. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. "It's fine, Zipp," Pipp interrupted, her voice steadier now. "I get it. We can't... we can't act on these feelings. We're sisters, and that's that." She paused, taking a deep breath. "But I still care about you, Zipp. More than anything. And I don't want this to come between us." Zipp felt a lump form in her throat at her sister's words. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Me neither, Pipp," she managed to say. "We're in this together, right?" "Always," Pipp replied, her voice soft but firm. "So... see you at home soon? I'm cooking dinner." "Cool. Be home soon." Zipp promised. "Bye." "Bye. Love you." Pipp said softly, making Zipp's heart skip it beat since it felt like those words had a different meaning now. "Love you too." Zipp repeated before hanging up. She stared at her phone for a moment, Pipp's words echoing in her mind. She had said it hundreds of times before, but now, it felt different. Now, it felt charged with a meaning that made her heart race and her cheeks flush. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She couldn't let this consume her. She needed to keep her head clear, to think rationally. She stood up, tucking her phone back into her pocket. She needed to skate, to lose herself in the motion, the speed. She hopped back onto her board, pushing off with a burst of energy. She weaved through the park, her mind racing as fast as her body. She couldn't shake off the conversation with Pipp, her words echoing in her mind and refusing to be silenced no matter how hard she tried to block them out. When she finally returned home, she was greeted by a pleasant smell. Pipp was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Zipp could hear the sizzle of meat and the clatter of pots and pans. She hesitated to speak, unsure of how to act, how to say. Eventually, she found the words though. "Hey, Pipp," she called out softly, stepping into the kitchen. "Need any help in there?" "Hey, Zipp. No, I've got it under control. Unless you want to set the table?" "Sure thing." Zipp said, trying to keep her voice casual as she walked out the foyer and towards the kitchen. When she entered, she was met with a sight that caused her cheeks to turn red and nearly gave her a nose bleed. Pipp stood in front of the stove, her bare backside exposed. The only thing covering her was an apron, and that was it. Despite this, she continued to cook as if it were completely normal. Zipp's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. "Pipp, what the fuck are you doing?!" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper. Pipp looked over her shoulder with a puzzled look. "Huh? What do you mean?" she asked innocently. "I'm just cooking dinner." Zipp's eyes flicked down to Pipp's bare ass, hanging out of the apron. "Pipp, you're... you're naked under that apron," she stammered, her cheeks flushing. Pipp glanced down, as if just realizing her state of undress. "Oh, this?" she said, laughing. "Yeah, I was just feeling a bit hot. Thought I'd cool off while I cooked." Zipp's mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she was hearing. Her sister, her own flesh and blood, was standing there, cooking dinner in nothing but an apron, her bare ass on full display. Zipp's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, guilt, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She tried to look away, to break the spell, but her eyes were glued to Pipp's curves, her bare skin. Pipp turned back to the stove, her hips swaying slightly as she stirred the sauce. "You know, Zipp, I've been thinking," she said casually, as if she wasn't standing there half-naked. "W-What about...?" Zipp asked as she sat down, still flustered and struggling to look away. She could feel her sister's eyes on her, but she refused to meet them, instead focusing on the table setting in front of her. Pipp turned to face her sister, a playful smirk on her lips. "I've been thinking about what you said earlier, about us not being able to act on these feelings. And I think... I think maybe we've been looking at this all wrong." Zipp finally looked up, her eyes meeting Pipp's. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Pipp took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I mean, what if... what if we could... explore these feelings without actually acting on them? Without it being... you know, real." "What do you mean, without it being real?" Zipp asked, her voice filled with confusion. Pipp bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to the table before meeting Zipp's gaze again. "I mean, like... role-playing. We could pretend to be someone else, you know? Someone who isn't our sister." Zipp stared at her sister, taken aback by her suggestion. "Role-playing?" she echoed, her voice filled with disbelief. "Pipp, that's... that's crazy. I mean, it's not like we can just pretend we're not sisters." Pipp shrugged, turning back to the stove. "Why not? It's not like anyone else has to know. We could keep it our little secret." Zipp hesitated, her mind racing. She knew it was a bad idea, that they were playing with fire. But there was a part of her, a dark, twisted part, that was intrigued by the idea. She quickly shook her head. "No. No way. Even if we were blindfolded and pretending to be different people, deep down I'd still know it was you. And I cannot, will not, go down on my sister while I'm sober. No matter what. That was the agreement, remember?" Pipp shrugged. "Ok. It's was just a thought," she claimed. "Burger's are done. Could you grab my buns?" "What?!" Zipp responded, flustered. "My hamburger buns." Pipp stated. "Oh! Right. Right." Zipp nodded while mentally scolding herself. She stood up and went over to get the hamburger buns, trying hard to keep her mind out of the gutter while giving them to nearly naked sister. As she handed Pipp the buns, their fingers brushed against each other's, sending a jolt of electricity through them. Both of them pulled back quickly. "Fuck," Pipp muttered under her breath. "Sorry. I didn't mean to -" "It's okay," Zipp said hurriedly, cutting her off before quickly getting back to the table. As they sat across from one another, the meal was consumed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional uncomfortable glance. The air was heavy with tension, their eyes locked in a steady gaze that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Pipp broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. "Want a drink?" Zipp gulped. "The last time we had a drink, things didn't turn out quite as we had hoped..." she pointed out. "Was it really that terrible?" Pipp asked, sounding almost hurt. The tomboy blushed, feeling like a smitten schoolgirl again. "No... It wasn't completely terrible..." she admitted. "How much do you remember about it? I mean, clearly." Pipp inquired, interested. "Some parts." Zipp shrugged, blushing. Seeing this, Pipp smirked. "The best parts?" Pipp prodded, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and something else that made Zipp's heart race. Zipp shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling her cheeks grow hotter. "I remember... I remember liking it when you touched me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Pipp's eyes widened slightly, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Oh, really?" she said, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "And where exactly did I touch you, Zipp?" Zipp's breath hitched in her throat as she remembered Pipp's hands on her body, her mouth, her tongue. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body growing warm at the memory. Pipp leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want me to touch you again, Zipp? Like that?" Zipp's cheeks flushed while bit her lip, her fists clenched tightly. "Knock it off..." she whined a little. "Sure a drink won't calm you down?" Pipp asked. A deep sigh escaped the older sister. "Ok, fine. maybe one drink," she declared. Of course though, not too long after that 'one drink', she had another. And so did Pipp. Eventually both of them were drunk as skunks again. It started with casual touches, a hand on the knee, a brush of the arm. But soon, it was more. Much more. Zipp's eyes were half-lidded as she watched Pipp's tongue dip out to lick her lips. She couldn't help but follow the movement, her own tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp. She shifted in her seat, trying to ease the ache. Pipp noticed, her eyes flicking down to Zipp's crotch before meeting her gaze again. "You're so fucking hot right now, Zipp," she drunkenly murmured, her voice laced with desire. "I can't help but want to touch you, to taste you." "Ditto!" Zipp slurred. "Who cares if we're sisters? I should be allowed to fondle your tits and ass! It's perfectly fine to be curious, even when society tries to convince us otherwise!" "Totally!" Pipp agreed. "Fuck society! Who cares if we're sisters! I want you, Zipp. I want you so fucking bad." Pipp abruptly stood up, her chair screeching loudly against the wooden floor. She stumbled a bit, her drunkenness making her unsteady on her feet. But she didn't care. All she cared about was getting her hands on her sister. Zipp's eyes widened as Pipp approached her, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off her sister's body, could see the raw desire in her eyes. She knew she should stop this, put an end to it before it went too far. But she couldn't. Thanks to the alcohol, her inhibitions, common sense and morality were all long gone. Pipp leaned forward, peering directly into Zipp's eyes while resting her hands on the arms of the chair for support. She offered Zipp a familiar glance, the same easy expression she always wore when they interacted. Before Zipp could fully grasp the situation, Pipp's hand found its way to her thigh, her tongue was dancing in her mouth, and they were both caught up in a whirlwind of passion like a couple of exuberant teenagers. The haunting memory of last night clung to her like a shadow, but even more impossible to dismiss was the undeniable spark and warmth she felt with the stunning girl who was utterly forbidden: her very own little sister. It was hilarious how out of character she was acting. Not only was she doing something so taboo, but she also indulged in the very thing that caused the whole thing to happen once again. And yet, her sister was just too tempting to resist. All it took was one look for her to throw her doubts aside and dive back into this forbidden relationship. The electricity between them was palpable, their bodies pressing together as their lips danced in a passionate tango. Zipp's hands explored Pipp's curves, her hands running up and down her sides before slipping around to grab a handful of her ample ass. Pipp let out a moan, her hips bucking against Zipp's as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues clashed, their teeth clicked, and their breath mingled in a heated exchange. Zipp could feel Pipp's nipples hardening against her chest, could feel the wetness between her sister's legs seeping through the apron. She broke away from the kiss, her breath ragged as she looked into Pipp's eyes. "Fuck, Pipp," she panted. "You're so damn sexy." Pipp bit her lip. "And you're driving me crazy," she replied, her voice husky with desire. "I need you, Zipp. I need you so fucking bad." Zipp's hands moved from Pipp's ass to her breasts, squeezing them through the apron. "These fucking tits," she groaned. "They're perfect, Pipp. Hey, let's go to my room, shall we?" "Ok!" Pipp smiled. "So, who's carrying whom?" "I will!" Zipp declared as she stood up. "Just don't blame me if I accidentally drop you. I mean I am super drunk and you're super heavy!" "Hey...!" Pipp whined childishly before Zipp pulled off her apron and swept her off her feet. She smiled and wrapped her arms around Zipp as she began to carry her away bridal style. They stumbled down the hallway, laughter echoing through the house, and crashed into walls a few times before finally making it to Zipp's room. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their laughter turning into moans as they began to explore each other's bodies again. Zipp's hands went straight to Pipp's breasts, squeezing and kneading them tightly. Pipp let out a moan, arching her back to press herself further into Zipp's touch. Paulina could feel her sister's nipples also becoming hard, straining against the fabric, and she couldn't wait to get her hands on them. They both propped themselves up and knelt on the bed facing each other, lost in their kisses. Eventually, they pulled away and smiled, devouring each other with their eyes. "Oh, sis..." Pipp moaned. "You're a cutie, Pipp." Zipp claimed while hiccuping. Zipp's hands found their way to Pipp's breasts, cupping them, and kneading them like dough. Pipp let out a moan, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed. Zipp took advantage of this and leaned in, taking one of Pipp's nipples into her mouth. She sucked hard, eliciting a loud gasp from Pipp. Pipp suddenly grabbed Zipp’s breasts over her shirt, squeezing tightly enough that Zipp recoiled and let out a startled cry. She pulled Zipp's shirt off and held her smaller boobs in her hands, making them go up and down slowly. Zipp's moans grew louder as Pipp's fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked with her arousal. "Fuck, Pipp," Zipp panted, her hips grinding against Pipp's thigh. "You're making me so fucking horny." Pipp smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Is that so?" she said, her voice low and sultry. "Maybe I should do something about that." She pushed Zipp down onto the bed, her hands moving to her pants. She unbuttoned them quickly, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Zipp lifted her hips, allowing Pipp to pull her pants off, leaving her in nothing but her soaked panties. Pipp's eyes quickly locked with Zipp's, a wicked smirk on her lips. "You're so fucking wet, sis," she said, her voice laced with desire. "I can see it through your panties." Zipp bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. "That's all your fault, Pipp," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know... for walking around with your ass hanging out and all that." Pipp giggled. "Yeah, I knew that would get you," she admitted. She then began to rub Zipp's panty covered crotch, causing Zipp to moan and tilt her head back. Her fingers were firm yet gentle, applying just the right amount of pressure to make Zipp squirm with pleasure. She could feel her sister's fingers moving in circular motions, her clit throbbing with each touch. "Fuck, Pipp," Zipp groaned, her hips bucking against Pipp's hand. "That feels so fucking good." Pipp looked up at her sister, her eyes filled with lust. "You like that, huh?" "You like it when I touch your pussy?" Zipp nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yeah, I do," she admitted, her voice breathy. "I fucking love it, Pipp." Pipp's smirk widened, her fingers moving faster, applying more pressure. "Good," she said, her voice husky. "Because I fucking love touching your pussy, sis." Zipp bit her lip, her hips moving in time with Pipp's fingers. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure became too much to bear. "Fuck, Pipp," she groaned. "If you keep doing that... I'm gonna come." "If I do this?" Pipp inquired teasingly as she poked and prodded her sister's privates. "No, please, please don't do it..." Zipp weakly begged. Pipp grinned even wider and pulled her finger away. "Down on all fours," she ordered. Zipp was too enamored, and of course too drunk, to say no. "Yes," she responded. Soon enough, Zipp found herself on all fours in front of Pipp, presenting her panty-clad rear. "You have a big butt." Pipp remarked bluntly. She also noticed how much Zipp was blushing. "Feeling a little shy about diving into this, are we?" Zipp glanced back with a cute, shy look on her face. "I-I am, but... you said that no butt stuff would happen, you... promised me..." Pipp grinned cheekily. "Are you sassing me? Not a good look, young lady," she lightly scolded her sister before beginning to pull her panties down to her knee pits. "No... No Pipp..." Zipp weakly begged. Pipp lightly gripped Zipp's hips and smiled as she stared into Zipp's ass cavern. "Oh, Zipp, you're so fucking sexy," she murmured, her voice laced with desire. Pipp leaned in, her breath hot on Zipp's skin. She could feel her sister's lips brushing against her ass, her tongue darting out to lick her. She then started to squeeze Zipp's large buttocks, working them with her hands before burying her face between them and licking. Zipp shivered as her sister started to lick and suck her anus. Pipp's tongue moved around, enjoying the flavor of Zipp's butthole. Zipp arched her back with a moan and a smile, allowing Pipp to reach further. She pushed her tongue further inside, separating Zipp's butt cheeks with her fingers as she ate her out. Zipp's body shivered with excitement as her hips moved on their own. "Ah! Lick! Deep inside me!" Zipp encouraged her. "Eat me out, Pipp. Make me come." Pipp's tongue was relentless, lapping at Zipp's asshole like a starving animal. She could feel her sister's body tensing, her moans growing louder. "Fuck, Pipp," Zipp groaned. "Your tongue feels so fucking good. I'm gonna come, sis. I'm gonna come all over your face." Pipp moaned, her tongue moving faster, her fingers digging into Zipp's hips as she continued to feast on Zipp's ass. She could feel her sister's body convulsing, her asshole clenching around her tongue. Finally, Zipp let out a long scream as she came undone. Her whole body convulsed and shook, her heart slammed against her chest, and her breath left her lungs as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Pipp moaned, her tongue still buried deep inside Zipp's ass. She could feel her sister's muscles clenching around her, pulsing with the rhythm of her orgasm. She continued to lick and suck, dragging out Zipp's pleasure until she was left a trembling mess. Only then did Pipp pull back, a satisfied smirk on her face before she leaned in and gave Zipp's right butt cheek a playful little bite that made her older sister squeal. Pipp chuckled and playfully bit Zipp's rear once more. After that, she firmly grasped a generous portion of skin just above Zipp's buttocks and delicately bit into it before releasing her grip. Zipp let out a prolonged moan, experiencing a mix of pain and ecstasy. She could feel Pipp's teeth sinking into her flesh, a sharp, delicious pain that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. She bucked her hips, pushing back against Pipp's mouth, needing more, needing everything. Pipp chuckled, her breath hot on Zipp's skin, before she pulled back and said. "You like it when I bite you?" Zipp could only moan in response, her body writhing with pleasure. Pipp obliged and repeatedly marked Zipp's ass with her teeth, leaving several faint bite marks on her skin. Zipp could feel her pussy throbbing, her arousal growing with each bite. She needed Pipp to touch her, to make her come again. She needed it more than she needed air. She began to wiggle her rump uncontrollably until Pipp chuckled, her hands moving to Zipp's hips, holding her still. "Not so fast, sis," she said, her voice slurred yet seductive. "I'm not done with you yet." Zipp whimpered, her body aching with need. "Please, Pipp," she begged. "I need to come again. I need you to make me come." Zipp's voice was ragged, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel Pipp's fingers teasing her entrance, slipping in just a little before pulling back out again. It was torture, pure and simple, and she couldn't take it anymore. "You want me to make you come, huh? Well, I think I can manage that." Pipp said. She slipped two fingers inside Zipp's pussy, filling her completely. Zipp let out a moan, her hips bucking as she tried to take more of Pipp's fingers inside her. "Fuck, yes," she panted. "Just like that, Pipp. Oh god, you feel so good." Pipp smirked, her fingers moving in and out of Zipp's pussy, her thumb rubbing against her clit. "You like that, huh? You like it when I finger fuck you?" Zipp could only nod, her body writhing with pleasure. "Yes," she gasped. "I fucking love it. Don't stop, Pipp. Please don't stop." Pipp chuckled, her fingers moving faster, her thumb applying more pressure. "You're so fucking tight, Zipp," she groaned. Zipp could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as Pipp's fingers hit that sweet spot inside her. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking come again..." Pipp smirked and suddenly pulled her fingers out, making Zipp groan in dismay. "Not so fast, sis," she said. The plump yet younger sister stood up, aligned her crotch with Zipp's bottom and pressed them together before grabbing Zipp's hair and forcing her to tilt her head back. After sharing a kiss with her, Pipp spit into Zipp's open mouth and kissed her again before pulling her hips back and smacking her cheeks with her crotch. Zipp's eyes widened as she felt the sudden impact, and she let out a surprised yelp. Pipp just smirked and arched her hips back once more, thrusting her pelvis forward until it collided with her sister's backside, producing another resounding 'SMACK.' Pipp started a rhythm, and Zipp quickly picked it up, moving back and forth on her hands and knees, bumping her backside against her sister's groin while letting out a groan. The smacks grew increasingly louder as Pipp continued to hump her sister until Zipp's ass turned a rosy hue, matching the blush on her facial cheeks. Eventually, Pipp turned Zipp over til her back was on the bed. As Zipp scooted back, Pipp licked her lips hungrily and hiccuped. "I love you sis..." she slurred before promptly pouncing on her and continuing their second drunken sexual escapade.

Hopeful Soul

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Pipp Petals,Zipp Storm,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Profanity,Sex

Sisterly Secrets Unveiled

Zipp and Pipp, two very different sisters, share a deep connection. One night of drinking uncovers their hidden attraction.

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<p>Zipp and Pipp are two sisters whose personalities couldn't be more different. However, their contrasting traits only strengthen their connection, revealing a unique chemistry that lies just beneath the surface. It’s during a night of revelry and drinks that this captivating attraction finally emerges.</p>

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2024-08-16T13:31:54+00:00

2024-08-16T13:31:54+00:00

Sunlight streamed in through the slightly open curtains, casting a warm glow over the disheveled sheets and the two bodies lying beneath them. Pipp was sprawled out on her back but quickly turned onto her side. With her eyes half-open, she caught sight of her older sister mirroring her position on the other side of the bed. As Zipp slowly lifted her eyelids, her eyes met Pipp's, and in that moment, both sisters gasped, their expressions filled with shock and fear. They quickly sat up, gripping the sheets tightly to their bare chests for a bit of modesty, cradling their heads and groaning as the reality of what they did while drunk began to hit them. "Oh shit! Not again!" Zipp cried out in dismay. As she began muttering incoherent curse words, Pipp stared down with a hurt expression before moving off the bed. Zipp also got out of bed, but kept the sheets wrapped around her body, and began pacing back and forth angrily. "I can't believe this... What is wrong... How could I... Oh, my God," she grumbled in frustration before turning to Pipp. "We've already talked about this. We can't go through this again. We agreed not to do it again, and here we are, doing it again." Zipp sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from Pipp. Briefly, she grunted in pain and started rubbing her butt. Pipp, still sitting standing on the other side of the bed, glanced away and rubbed her arm with a sad expression. "You’re right. You’re absolutely right. This isn’t something we should be doing. We just can’t... But... why can't we?" she wondered. Zipp turned to her sister. "Because we're sisters and the thought of losing you is just unbearable for me. Do you understand? I..." she said before her voice trailed off and she stared down looking flushed and guilt ridden. Pipp approached and took a seat next to Zipp, careful to keep a bit of distance to avoid any accidental touch that might startle her. "There's no need to worry, sis. I mean, look at us. We've become closer than we’ve ever been." Pipp's voice was soft, but there was a steeliness to it that Zipp recognized. Her sister was not going to let this go without a fight. Zipp sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I know, Pipp. I know we have. But that's exactly why we can't keep doing this. It's too risky. What if someone finds out? What if..." She trailed off, unable to voice her fears aloud. Pipp reached out, taking Zipp's hand in hers. "What if what, Zipp? What if we fall in love? What if we can't stop it? What if we lose each other in the end?" she asked. Zipp looked down at their entwined hands, unable to meet Pipp's gaze. Pipp squeezed her hand, her thumb gently brushing against Zipp's knuckles. "Then we'll deal with it. We'll face it together, like we always do." Zipp looked up, her eyes meeting Pipp's. She saw the determination in her sister's gaze, the love and affection that shone brightly. It warmed her heart, but it also scared her. She was terrified of losing this, of losing Pipp. She didn't think she could bear it. "And what if we can't?" Zipp challenged. "We're committing a sin here, sis. We'll probably end up going to hell for this. Pipp cupped her sister's face. "That's a risk I'm prepared to take," she claimed. Zipp took her hand and pulled it off. She also pulled her other hand out of Pipp's grip as she stood up. "But I can't," she stated as she turned away. "Now please... Please get out of my room." Zipp's voice was cold, detached. She couldn't look at Pipp, couldn't bear to see the hurt in her eyes. She knew she was being cruel, but she had to put some distance between them. She had to think. Pipp's eyes watered before tears streamed down her face as she stood up. "Ok..." she whispered before she stood up, walked over to pick up her apron and started to leave the room. Before she left though, she stopped and turned to Zipp. She quietly said three little words. "I love you." Zipp quickly felt a pang of guilt in her chest upon hearing this. Once Pipp left, Zipp sighed and leaned back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't get the image of Pipp's tears out of her mind. She hated seeing her sister upset, especially when she knew she was the cause of it. But this... this was different. This was dangerous, taboo. They were playing with fire, and she was terrified of getting burned. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at her. Her eyes were wild, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess. She looked like a woman haunted, a woman torn. Zipp stared at her reflection for a few more moments before standing up and walking over to the window. She pushed the curtains aside and gazed out at the busy streets below, as people went about their days, oblivious to the turmoil inside her apartment. She glanced back at the mirror and was surprised and annoyed when she saw all the bite marks on her ass. She couldn't believe Pipp had marked her like that. She let out a frustrated sigh and turned away from the mirror, shaking her head. She couldn't deal with this right now. She needed to get dressed and figure out what to do about Pipp. Zipp quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, running her fingers through her hair to try and tame it. She took a deep breath and headed out of her room, ready to face whatever was waiting for her. She quickly found that Pipp wasn't there. The living room was empty, and there was no sign of her sister anywhere. Zipp's heart sank as she realized that Pipp must have left. She looked around, her eyes landing on the front door. It was slightly ajar, and a chill ran down her spine as she realized that Pipp had left without saying goodbye. Zipp's heart ached as she walked over to the door and closed it, leaning against it for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts. Later that evening, Zipp was in her room sitting on her bed and hadn't made much progress in figuring out what to do with herself or the situation involving her and Pipp. How could they go back to being normal sisters when they've committed the sin of incest? It was illegal for them to be together and so terribly wrong. And yet, she felt that spark that Pipp asked her about. That feeling deep within her chest that fluttered when she saw Pipp's smile, that warmed her when she heard her laughter. It was a feeling that she couldn't just ignore, no matter how hard she tried. Zipp sighed, running her hands through her hair. She needed to talk to Pipp, to figure this out. She couldn't just leave things the way they were. She needed to apologize, to explain. She needed to... she needed to do something. But where was Pipp? Her answer came when something or someone turned her lights off all of a sudden. She turned around and found Pipp, standing in her room with her hand right next to the lightswitch. Zipp narrowed her eyes, taking in the sight of her sister's outfit—or rather, the absence of it. Her gaze traveled up and down Pipp's figure, noting that the younger sister was clad in nothing but a delicate frilly bra and matching panties. “Pipp…” Zipp said as she got up from her chair and approached her sister. “What are you doing?” Pipp took a step forward, her eyes locked onto Zipp's. “I'm doing what you wouldn't,” she replied, her voice steady and sure. “I'm not going to hide my feelings anymore, Zipp. I can't. I won't.” Zipp could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she took in Pipp's words. She could see the determination in her sister's eyes, the raw emotion that was written all over her face. She knew that Pipp was serious, that she meant every word she said. And it terrified her. "Pipp..." Zipp breathed out. "What’s going on all of a sudden?" "Just be honest with me! Tell me how you feel! Do you hate me? Is that it?!" Pipp suddenly shouted emotionally. "If you really do hate me, then just tell me! I can't keep living like this, Zipp. I can't keep pretending that I don't love you, that I don't want you. It's killing me!" Zipp's heart ached at the sight of her sister's tears. She wanted to reach out, to pull Pipp into her arms and soothe her, but she held back. She was still so conflicted, so afraid. "You know I don't hate you, Pipp," Zipp said softly. "But this... this is complicated. Now come on, let’s get you dressed…” Zipp began to reach for the light switch, but before he could, Pipp took her hand and placed it on top of the area of her chest where heart was. Zipp could feel the steady beat pulsing against her palm. "Sis, I'm in pain. Do you understand why?" Pipp tearfully asked. "I love you! But more than that, I'm in love with you! I have been for years! I know it's wrong, I know it's taboo, but I can't help it. I can't stop loving you, Zipp. I've tried, believe me, I've tried so hard. But every time I look at you, every time I hear your laughter, every time I feel your touch, it only makes me love you more. That alcohol didn't make me feel that way, I always have! All it did was set it free! And I know it brought feelings you've been trying to suppress for years too!" Zipp stood frozen, Pipp's words echoing in her mind. She had never heard her sister speak like this, never seen her so vulnerable, so raw. It was terrifying, yet it was also... beautiful. Zipp felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to find the words to respond. Pipp, seeing her sister's struggle, took a deep breath and continued, "Again, I know what we're doing is wrong, Zipp. I know it's forbidden, that we could lose everything if anyone found out. But I don't care about them! I love you, Zipp. I love you more than anything in this world. And I'm tired of fighting it. I'm tired of pretending. But more than anything I need to know if you share these feelings or not Please just say something, so I can find a way to move on with my life.... Please." Zipp's breath hitched as she listened to Pipp's heartfelt confession. She felt a warmth spread through her at her sister's words, a longing that she had been trying to suppress for so long. She looked into Pipp's eyes, seeing the truth of her words reflected back at her. Finally, Zipp decided to take the plunge. Gently, she cradled the side of Pipp's face in her hand, closed her eyes, and leaned in to softly kiss her. Pipp's breath hitched, and Zipp could feel her sister's heart racing as their lips met. It was a tender, gentle kiss, filled with all the unspoken words, all the pent-up emotions, all the love that had been building between them for years. When they finally pulled away, Zipp opened her eyes to find Pipp staring at her, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. Zipp smiled softly, her thumb gently brushing against Pipp's cheek. "I love you too, Pipp," she whispered. "I always have." Pipp's face lit up with a beautiful smile, tears of joy spilling down her cheeks. The two sisters gazed affectionately into one another's eyes before leaning in for another kiss. This time, they both surrendered to the moment, and Pipp allowed her joyful tears to flow freely down her cheeks. Their lips danced together, their tongues intertwined, and their hands began to explore each other's bodies with a newfound hunger. Zipp's hands roamed over Pipp's curves, squeezing her breasts through the lace of her bra, feeling the hardened nipples pressing against her palms. Pipp moaned into their kiss, her own hands tangling in Zipp's short hair, pulling her closer, deeper. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with her arousal. She wanted more, needed more. She needed Zipp. Zipp appeared to intuitively know what Pipp was thinking as her fingers instinctively reaching for Pipp's hips, lifting her up with ease and placing her on the bed. After Zipp positioned Pipp on the bed, he positioned himself on top of her and unfastened her bra. As Zipp began to suck Pipp's breasts, Pipp's legs naturally encircled her sister's waist, while her hands grabbed and applied pressure to Zipp's backside. Soon, Pipp slipped her fingers under the waistband of her sister's pants and underwear and began to pull them down. At the same time, Zipp hooked her fingers around and began to yank off Pipp's panties. Pipp's breath hitched as the cool air kissed her bare pussy, sending waves of anticipation coursing through her. Soon, they had clothes scattered all over the floor and were back to making out, completely naked this time. While Zipp lay on top of Pipp, Pipp had her arms wrapped around Zipp, while her tongue was swirling around Zipp's. Their bodies were pressed together, skin on skin, and Zipp could feel Pipp's hard nipples pressing against her own. Zipp's hands wandered down Zipp's chest, her nails lightly scraping against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She eventually reached her pussy and began to insert a finger into it, making Pipp tense up with a squeak. "Sorry, did that hurt?" Zipp asked in concern. Pipp shook her head. "No, keep going," she encouraged. Zipp moved her finger in and out of her sister. "Like this?" she asked. "Fuck, Zipp, yes. Just like that." Zipp's finger slid in and out of Pipp's vagina, while her thumb expertly circled around Pipp's clitoris. Pipp's hips bucked in response, her breath coming in short gasps. She finally moved her hand toward her older sister's intimate area but halted just before making contact. "Go ahead. Go inside me." Zipp quietly encouraged. She gasped with a shiver as Pipp touched her pussy, then squealed a little and buried her face in Pipp's boobs as her younger sister inserted her fingers into her. "You ok? You're awfully tight." Pipp remarked with a hint of concern. "I don't want to hurt you, Zipp." Zipp looked up at her sister, her eyes filled with desire. "You won't. I promise. Just... go slow at first, okay?" Pipp nodded, her fingers gently probing Zipp's pussy, feeling the tightness and the warmth. She began to move her fingers in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed as Zipp's moans grew louder. Zipp began to match Pipp's rhythm, her fingers moving in sync with her sister's. As they fingered each other, they resumed kissing and tongue dancing while pressing their breasts together. The sensation of their hard nipples rubbing against each other was driving them both wild. They could feel the heat and wetness building between their legs, their juices coating their fingers as they plunged in and out of each other's pussies. Their moans and gasps filled the room, a symphony of their shared pleasure. As they felt themselves getting closer to climaxing in unison, their breaths quickened, and their moans grew louder, matching the frantic pace of their fingers. Zipp's pussy clenched around Pipp's fingers, and she could feel her sister's walls pulsing around her own digits. They were both so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Fuck, Zipp, I'm gonna come," Pipp panted, her voice ragged with desire. "Me too, Pipp. Don't stop. Keep fingering me, just like that," Zipp begged, her voice hoarse with need. Pipp obliged, her fingers moving with renewed vigor, plunging in and out of Zipp's pussy with abandon. Zipp matched her sister's rhythm, their fingers moving in sync, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge. Zipp matched her sister's rhythm, their fingers moving in flawless synchrony, each push bringing them closer to the edge until, finally, they went over it. "Pipp!" Zipp screamed as she climaxed. "Zipp!" Pipp exclaimed just as loudly as a wave of ecstasy coursed through both her and Zipp, causing their bodies to quiver in unison. They held onto one another tightly, experiencing their climaxes in unison, and then gazed deeply into each other's eyes, both glistening with sweat and utterly spent. "Pipp..." Zipp spoke softly. "Big sis..." Pipp said with great affection in her voice. Zipp and Pipp leaned in and resumed eagerly kissing again, eventually passing out some time later. As they slowly opened their eyes, they found themselves wrapped in each other's embrace in the stillness of the night, a serene silence enveloping them, neither daring to break the tranquility with words or movement. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic breathing of the other, their chests rising and falling in unison. Zipp averted her gaze from her sister, tucking herself into a tight ball. Pipp's eyes became clouded with concern. "Zipp...?" she spoke up, albeit quietly. Zipp remained silent, causing Pipp's heart to race, but not from thrill or desire. "Are... Are you ok? Did... Did I hurt you after all?" After a moment, Zipp finally spoke. "Pipp... What are we gonna do now?" she inquired, her voice low and tinged with anxiety. "I mean, this... this changes everything, doesn't it? We had sex again, and this time we were completely sober. There's no way to blame it on alcohol if someone... Zipp rolled onto her back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I don't know, Pipp. I just... I don't know." Pipp propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at her sister. "Zipp, look at me," she ordered softly. Zipp hesitated before turning her head to meet Pipp's gaze. "It's ok. I love you." "Are you really okay with the fact that you had sex with your own sister?" Zipp asked, uncertain. "I mean, this isn't... normal, Pipp. We're sisters. We're not supposed to... to do this. We're not supposed to be together" Pipp sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind Zipp's ear. "I know it's not normal, Zipp. But who cares about normal? I love you. You love me. Isn't that enough?" "I..." Zipp began. "Listen. You're the only one I want to be with. Understand?" Pipp questioned, sounding firm. It was clear that she had made a definite choice about who her partner was, and there was no changing her mind about it whatsoever. Zipp blinked, taken aback by the sheer intensity of Pipp's conviction. She had never seen her sister like this before - so sure, so resolute. It was a side of Pipp she had never seen, and it was surprisingly sexy. "But what about... what will people say? What will they think?" Zipp asked, still concerned. She couldn't shake off the fear that had been gnawing at her since the moment they had crossed that invisible line willingly. The fear of judgment, of condemnation, of being ostracized by society. Pipp shrugged, her expression unchanging. "No one has to know, silly. And anyone does have a problem with it... they can kiss my fat ass!" Pipp declared, her eyes flashing with defiance. Zipp couldn't help but laugh at her sister's boldness. It was one of the things she loved about Pipp - her ability to stand up for what she believed in, no matter how unpopular it might be. It was a trait that Zipp had always admired, even if she didn't always agree with her sister's choices. "Well, when you put it that way..." Zipp teased, a small smile playing on her lips. Pipp grinned back at her, her eyes softening as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Zipp's forehead. "I know it's scary, sis. But I promise you, we'll figure this out together. We always do." Zipp felt a warmth spread through her at her sister's words, a sense of comfort and security washing over her. She knew that Pipp was right - they had always been able to face whatever challenges came their way, as long as they had each other. She reached up to cup Pipp's cheek, her thumb lightly brushing against her sister's soft skin. "Together, huh?" she murmured. Pipp nodded, her eyes never leaving Zipp's. "Together," she echoed, her voice steady and sure. "Forever, if you'll have me." Zipp's heart skipped a beat at Pipp's words. She had never heard her sister speak like this before, never seen her so vulnerable, so open. "Pipp..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know what to say." Pipp simply smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on Zipp's arm. "You don't have to say anything, sis." Zipp smiled brightly, struggling to hold back the tears in her eyes, then held out her arms. "Come here," Pipp lowered herself softly, allowing her sister to wrap her in a loving hug before reciprocating the gesture. Their bodies intertwined in a comforting embrace, creating a warm and joyful sanctuary, as if they were two puzzle pieces fitting seamlessly together. As they fell back to sleep, the two sisters cuddled and lay silently, naked and enjoying each other's body heat. It was a peaceful moment, one that Zipp never wanted to end. She felt safe and secure in Pipp's arms, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Hopeful Soul

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Pipp Petals,Zipp Storm,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Profanity,Sex

Sisterly Secrets Unveiled

Zipp and Pipp, two very different sisters, share a deep connection. One night of drinking uncovers their hidden attraction.

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<p>Zipp and Pipp are two sisters whose personalities couldn't be more different. However, their contrasting traits only strengthen their connection, revealing a unique chemistry that lies just beneath the surface. It’s during a night of revelry and drinks that this captivating attraction finally emerges.</p>

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2024-08-17T13:37:35+00:00

2024-08-17T13:37:35+00:00

The next morning, Zipp woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. She stirred slightly, stretching her limbs and yawning softly as she sat up. She opened her eyes to find Pipp already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with a cup of coffee in her hands. The only thing she was wearing was one of Zipp's old t-shirts, which hung loosely on her, revealing her smooth, creamy thighs. "Morning," Pipp said, smiling at her sister. "I thought you could use some coffee." Pipp extended the mug towards Zipp, who took it with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Pipp." Zipp took a sip, letting the hot liquid warm her up. "So, what's on your mind this morning?" she asked, gesturing towards Pipp's thoughtful expression. Pipp paused, considering her words carefully. "I was just thinking about us, about what happened last night... and what happens next." Zipp nodded, setting her coffee down on the bedside table. "I've been thinking about that too." She sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I guess we need to talk about what this means for us, right?" Pipp nodded, her eyes reflecting the same uncertainty that Zipp felt. "Yeah, I think we do. I mean, what are we now? Are we like... girlfriends or... some kind of fusion between girlfriends and sisters or something?" Zipp shook her head, her gaze distant. "I don't know... I don't even think if I'm ready to... to 'put a label on it', you know? To call it a 'relationship' or whatever. I mean, it's a lot more complicated then that..." Pipp's expression softened, and she reached out to take Zipp's hand. "That's okay, sis. We don't have to rush into anything," she assured her older sister while giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "We can take things slow, figure things out as we go." Zipp offered her sister a small smile, appreciating her understanding. "Thanks, Pipp. That means a lot." Pipp leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on Zipp's forehead. "We're in this together, remember? Forever." Zipp nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her at her sister's words. She knew that Pipp was right – they had always been each other's rock, and she was grateful to have her by her side through this confusing and uncertain time. "So, what do we do now?" Zipp asked, looking at Pipp for guidance. Pipp thought for a moment before responding. "Well, we should probably start small. That gave Zipp an idea. "In that case, maybe we should go on a date," she suggested. "Just the two of us." Pipp raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "A date? Like, a real date?" Zipp nodded, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, why not? All the other couples do it. And besides, it might help us figure out if we can make it work outside of just... this." She gestured vaguely around the room, indicating their now shared bedroom and the intimacy they had experienced within it. Pipp's face broke into a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'd love that, Zipp. But... where would we go? I mean, we can't exactly go to our usual haunts, can we? Not if we want to keep this... private." Zipp nodded, considering their options. "You're right. We need somewhere quiet, discreet. Somewhere we can talk, be ourselves without worrying about prying eyes or ears." Pipp tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I know just the place! There's this little café downtown, one that nobody we know goes to," she suggested. "It's cozy, quiet, and the owner is this sweet old lady who bakes the most amazing pastries. Plus, it's tucked away in a little alley, so it's not exactly a hotspot for the general public." Zipp's face lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect, Pipp. When do you want to go?" Pipp grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "How about tomorrow afternoon? We can make it a late lunch kind of thing." Zipp nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Sounds like a plan. I'll make sure to dress appropriately," Zipp said, winking at her sister. Pipp rolled her eyes playfully, knowing full well that Zipp's idea of 'appropriate' was far from conventional. The next day, Zipp found herself standing in front of her closet, trying to decide what to wear. She wanted to look nice for Pipp, but she also didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. After a few minutes of contemplation, she settled on a pair of dark jeans, a simple white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. She left her hair in its usual messy state, running her fingers through it to give it some semblance of order. A quick swipe of mascara and a touch of lip gloss completed her look. She checked herself in the mirror, satisfied with her reflection. She looked casual yet put-together, the perfect balance for a low-key date with her sister. Pipp, on the other hand, emerged from her room looking like she had stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. She wore a flowy, floral-print dress that cinched at the waist, accentuating her curves, and a pair of strappy heels that added a few inches to her height. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, cascading down her shoulders, and her makeup was subtle yet elegant, highlighting her natural beauty. Zipp let out a low whistle as she took in her sister's appearance. "Wow, don't you clean up nice," she remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice. Pipp blushed at the compliment, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Why, thank you, Zipp. You don't look so bad yourself," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement before gesturing to the door. "Shall we?" Zipp smirked. "After you, milady," she said while giving her sister a pat on the rear to make her jump forward. Pipp glared at Zipp with a cheeky grin. "Hey, keep your hands to yourself, perv," she said, her eyes twinkling with humor. Zipp grinned, bumping shoulders with her sister. "Oh, come on, don't act like you don't enjoy it," she teased. Pipp rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. "Only because it's you, Zipp," she expressed as they left the apartment together. Later, as they walked down the bustling city streets, Pipp linked her arm with Zipp's, leaning into her slightly. Zipp glanced down at their entwined arms, a small smile playing on her lips. It felt... nice. Comfortable. Right. "So, what's good at this café of yours?" Zipp asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them. "Besides the yummy pastries you mentioned." Pipp chuckled, "Well, there's this amazing strawberry tart that's to die for. And their coffee is out of this world. But I think you'll love everything on the menu." "Sounds like a plan then." Zipp replied, her mood lightened by Pipp's enthusiasm. As they approached the alley, Zipp noticed how quaint and charming it was. Ivy climbed the walls, and fairy lights were strung up, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone path. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, making Zipp's mouth water in anticipation. They turned a corner, and there it was - the little café, nestled at the end of the alley like a hidden gem. "It's perfect, Pipp," Zipp whispered, her eyes taking in every detail. Pipp squeezed her arm, smiling up at her. "I thought you'd like it," she replied softly. They stepped inside, and Zipp was instantly charmed by the cozy atmosphere. The walls were lined with shelves filled with vintage books and trinkets, and a fireplace crackled softly in the corner. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, making Zipp's stomach rumble in response. A few patrons sat dotted around the handful of tables, engrossed in their books or quietly chatting with friends. A warm, round woman with bright eyes and a kind smile greeted them from behind the counter. "Welcome, dears! What can I get for you today?" Pipp stepped forward, her eyes scanning the glass display case filled with an array of mouthwatering treats. "We'll have two of your famous strawberry tarts to start, please. And could you tell us what's in your special today?" The woman beamed at them, clearly pleased by their interest. "Of course, dear! Our special today is a delicious spinach and feta quiche, served with a side of mixed greens. It's absolutely scrumptious if I do say so myself." Zipp's stomach growled at the mention of food, and she grinned at the woman. "That sounds amazing. We'll have two of those as well," Zipp said, her eyes gleaming with hunger. The woman nodded, jotting down their order on a small notepad before turning to the espresso machine behind her. "And what can I get you to drink, dears?" Pipp looked at Zipp, who shrugged. "I'll have a cappuccino, please," Pipp said, turning back to the woman. "And my girlfriend Zipp here will have a black coffee, no sugar, no cream." The woman raised an eyebrow at Zipp, who simply smiled and nodded. "Coming right up, dears. You two take a seat, and I'll bring your order over when it's ready," she said, turning to prepare their drinks. Zipp glanced at Pipp with a raised brow and a smirk. "Girlfriend, huh?" she remarked. Pipp giggled. "Sorry. Couldn't help it," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It just slipped out." Zipp chuckled, shaking her head. "No worries, Pipp. I kind of like the sound of it." She admitted as she winked at her sister, making Pipp blush even more. They found a small table by the window, the sun streaming in gently, illuminating the worn wooden surface. Zipp watched as Pipp carefully placed her purse on the back of her chair, her eyes scanning the room with a newfound appreciation. "So, what do you think?" Pipp asked, settling into her seat. "It's so cozy, isn't it?" Zipp nodded, her eyes still taking in the details of the café. "It sure is. I can see why you like it so much." Pipp's face lit up at the compliment. "And I'm glad you do too. It's kind of our little secret spot now, isn't it?" Zipp grinned, reaching across the table to squeeze Pipp's hand. "Our little secret spot. I like that," she admitted, her thumb gently rubbing circles on Pipp's hand. A comfortable silence fell between them as they waited for their order, the soft hum of the café's activity providing a soothing backdrop. Zipp found herself stealing glances at Pipp, admiring the way the sunlight danced on her hair, the way her eyes sparkled as she looked around the café. There was an intimacy to this moment, a connection that felt different from anything they had shared before. Their order arrived, and Zipp's mouth watered at the sight of the flaky pastry and glistening fruits that comprised the strawberry tart. She took a bite, the sweet and tangy flavors exploding in her mouth, and let out a soft moan of pleasure. Pipp chuckled, watching her sister with amusement. "I'm glad you like it," she said, taking a bite of her own tart. Zipp hummed in response, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savored the taste. "God, this is amazing," Zipp mumbled, her mouth still half-full. Pipp laughed, shaking her head. "I told you," she replied, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Now hold on, you got some on your face." The younger sister took a handkerchief out of her purse and reached over to wipe the crumbs off Zipp's cheek, making the tomboy blush. "Uh... thanks... Pipp," she muttered, looking away briefly to hide her embarrassment. Pipp chuckled softly, tucking the handkerchief back into her purse. "Anytime, sis." As they finished their tarts, the woman behind the counter brought over their quiches. The aroma of melted cheese and fresh vegetables filled the air, making Zipp's mouth water once more. She took a bite, savoring the explosion of flavors - the salty feta, the earthy spinach, and the crispy pastry crust. "Hey! Here's another fun date thing we could try." Pipp suggested as she held her out her partially eaten quiche. "Wanna take a bite?" Zipp widened her eyes, looking at the quiche and then back at Pipp. "What?" she asked, caught off guard. Pipp giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Come on, it'll fun. Not to mention romantic. An indirect kiss and all that jazz," she pointed out. Zipp's eyes twinkled with amusement as she considered Pipp's offer. It was a simple gesture, yet somehow intimate and charged with meaning. She could feel her heart beating a little faster at the thought of sharing a bite with Pipp. "Alright." Zipp agreed with a sigh, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But only if you close your eyes first. I don't want you watching me like a hawk while I do this." Pipp laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deal," she said, dutifully closing her eyes. Zipp leaned in, opened her mouth and took a bite out of her sister's quiche. She chewed slowly, her eyes focused on Pipp's face, watching for her reaction. Pipp opened her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked at Zipp. Zipp swallowed, her cheeks flushing slightly from the intensity of Pipp's gaze. "That was... interesting," Zipp said, breaking the moment. Pipp laughed, taking a bite of her own quiche. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when Zipp Collins would be shy about sharing food and an indirect kiss with her sister," Pipp teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Zipp rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. "Oh, shut up," she playfully retorted, nudging Pipp's foot under the table. "Besides, it's not every day I share a meal with a hot girl like you." Pipp's cheeks flushed at the compliment, her eyes softening. "You know, I could get used to this whole... being in a secret relationship with my sister thing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Zipp's heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in Pipp's voice. "I could too, Pipp," she agreed. A mischievous grin appeared on her face just then. "I just hope you're ready for a few surprises." Pipp tilted her head. "What surpri...?" she began. But before she could finish, she let out a sharp gasp while her cheeks turned red. Something, or rather someone, was using their toe to rub a certain spot of hers. Pipp's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as she realized it was Zipp's sock covered toe, now out of its shoe, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Pipp's breath hitched, and she looked around the café nervously, ensuring no one else had noticed Zipp's bold move. "Zipp," Pipp hissed, keeping her voice low. "What are you doing? We're in public!" She felt a flush spread across her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Zipp just smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Relax, Pipp. No one can see," she whispered, her voice low and husky. She leaned back in her chair, her foot still rubbing against Pipp's pussy, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her sister squirm. Pipp bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as she felt the heat building between her legs. "Zipp, please..." Pipp begged, her voice barely audible. She could feel her panties growing damp, her clit throbbing with anticipation. Zipp's smirk grew wider, her foot moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving Pipp to the brink of madness. "Please what, Pipp?" she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. "Please stop? Or please don't stop?" "I..." Pipp struggled to say. Zipp leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "Maybe you want me to make you come right here, in this café, with all these people around us?" Pipp's breath hitched, her eyes darting around the room nervously. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with desire. She knew she should protest, tell Zipp to stop, but the words refused to leave her lips. Instead, she found herself leaning into Zipp's touch, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of Zipp's foot. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing as she neared the edge. Zipp's eyes sparkled with triumph, seeing the effect she was having on her sister. She increased the pressure, her foot grinding against Pipp's clit, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Pipp's breath came in short gasps, her fingers digging into the tablecloth as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Zipp, I'm... I'm going to come," Pipp whispered, her voice ragged with desire. Zipp's smirk grew wider, her foot moving faster, applying more pressure as she pushed Pipp over the edge. A soft, strangled cry started to escape Pipp's lips as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing in the chair. Before she could finish, Zipp covered her lips with her own. The taste of their shared food lingered on Pipp's tongue, but she didn't care. She kissed Zipp back, pouring all her pent-up desire into it. Zipp's foot soon went back into her shoe while Pipp pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes locked onto Zipp's. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had just orgasmed. In a public place, no less! "Zipp, you're impossible," Pipp whispered, her voice still trembling slightly from the aftermath of her orgasm. Zipp just grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement and satisfaction. "Hey, you're the one who said you wanted to try something fun and romantic," Zipp retorted, her voice low and teasing. "I was just giving you what you asked for." Pipp rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I meant something like holding hands or sharing a dessert, not... not that," she muttered, gesturing vaguely to the space between her legs. Zipp chuckled, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms behind her head. "Well, you know what they say, Pipp. The best things in life are the ones you least expect." Pipp shook her head, still trying to calm her racing heart. "And what if someone had seen us? Or heard me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Zipp's expression softened, and she reached across the table to take Pipp's hand. "Hey, no one saw or heard anything. I promise. I was careful, and we were discreet. Plus, it was kind of exciting, wasn't it?" she pointed out with a smile. Pipp couldn't argue with that. There was something undeniably exhilarating about the idea of almost getting caught. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she admitted, her voice soft. "It was... different." Zipp grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Different good, or different bad?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. Pipp looked at her sister, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations coursing through her. She took a moment to consider Zipp's question, her mind racing. "Different... good," she finally admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. "But that doesn't mean you can just go around doing stuff like that whenever you want." Her voice was firm, despite the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Zipp chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, unfortunately for you, Pipp, I'm not one to back down from a challenge," she teased, her voice low and playful. "But don't worry, I won't make a habit of it. Though I might be tempted to if I see that look in your eyes again." Pipp blushed, her mind flashing back to the moment in the café when Zipp had pushed her over the edge. She had been so lost in the sensation, so consumed by her desire, that she hadn't even realized how exposed she must have looked. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "You are so gonna get it later when we get home." The stylist lightly warned her sister/girlfriend. "Ooh, what are you gonna do to me? Spank me?" Zipp challenged teasingly. "If I have to." Pipp said, matter-of-factly. "Ooh, I'm so scared." Zipp remarked teasingly. She flashed Pipp a cocky smirk that made Pipp smirk back. Zipp loved pushing her sister's buttons like this, delighting in the way Pipp's eyes sparkled with mischief. The rest of the meal was spent in comfortable silence, sweet strawberry tart and quiche, a perfect balance between their sibling bond and their new, sensual dynamics. Once their plates were cleared, Zipp paid the bill while Pipp gathered her purse, and they headed out of the cafe, arm in arm. Once outside, as they started walking home, Zipp turned to Pipp. "Well, I'd say for a first date, that wasn't bad," she remarked. "Went off without a hitch and we didn't run into anybody we knew." "Yep. Though you almost blew it when you made me orgasm in a public place." Pipp pointed out. "I'm just glad my dress didn't get stained... otherwise I'd look like I wet myself." "Hey, you admitted yourself that you liked it." Zipp pointed out. "Yes, I did. I also remember promising to spank you when we got home." Pipp reminded Zipp, her voice laced with mock sternness. Zipp raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, really? And here I thought you were all talk." Pipp stopped in her tracks, turning to face Zipp with a determined look in her eyes. "Oh, is that so? Well, how about we make a little wager then?" Zipp crossed her arms, her curiosity piqued. "Oh yeah? And what exactly are the terms of this wager?" Pipp's eyes sparkled with mischief as she considered her next words. "If I win, you have to do everything I say for the rest of the day, no questions asked." Zipp raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "And what exactly constitutes 'everything'? Last time I checked, you didn't have any kinky fetishes hidden up your sleeve." "I am a lady, Zipp. And us ladies are always private when it comes to our fetishes." Pipp claimed. "What? You scared? "What? No way!" "So it's a deal?" "Alright, deal. But if I win, you have to spend the entire day tomorrow in nothing but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, with no bra." "You're on!" Pipp declared. "So, what's the game, sis? Your choice." "Well... how about a game of truth or dare?" Zipp suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But with a twist. If you refuse to answer a truth or fail to complete a dare, you automatically lose the wager." Pipp considered this for a moment before nodding her agreement. "Alright, that sounds fair. And to make things interesting, let's start with you. Truth or dare, Zipp?" Zipp grinned, taking Pipp's hand as they resumed their walk home. "Truth, Pipp. Lay it on me," Zipp said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Pipp bit her lip, thinking for a moment before asking, "Alright, truth. When was the first time you realized you had feelings for me? And I want the whole story, no holding back." Zipp's step faltered slightly, caught off guard by the question. She looked at Pipp, her expression softening. "Wow, you're not pulling any punches, are you?" Pipp just smiled, waiting patiently for an answer. Zipp sighed, a small smile playing on her lips as she remembered. "Okay, you asked for it. It was a few weeks after we moved back in together. You were going through this phase where you'd wake up early every morning to go for a run. I'd hear you tiptoeing around, trying not to wake me, and I'd pretend to be asleep just to watch you." Pipp's cheeks flushed at the memory, but she kept her eyes on Zipp, eager to hear more. "One morning, you came back from your run, all sweaty and out of breath. You were wearing this little sports bra and shorts, and your hair was all messy. You looked... different," Zipp admitted, her voice softening as she recalled the memory. "I mean, you always look beautiful, but there was something about you that morning that just... caught me off guard." Pipp's cheeks flushed at the compliment, her heart fluttering in her chest. "I don't remember that," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Zipp chuckled, squeezing Pipp's hand. "Well, it's not something you'd notice, I guess. Anyway, I watched you as you came back in, and you didn't see me because I was still pretending to be asleep. You bent down to pick up some laundry, and I got a great view," she said with a suggestive grin. Pipp felt a rush of heat to her cheeks as she recalled that long-ago moment when she had bent over, unintentionally presenting her backside right in front of her sister's face, giving Zipp her very first glimpse of her panty-covered rear. She couldn't believe it; she had been completely oblivious to Zipp's growing attraction. "And then, what happened?" Pipp asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her curiosity piqued. Zipp smiled at her sister, her eyes softening at the memory. "Well, I tried to play it cool, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. About you. How you looked. How you moved. How you smelled. Every little detail was etched into my mind, and I found myself craving more. I wanted to see you like that again, but this time, I wanted you to know I was watching. I wanted you to see the effect you had on me. I wanted... I wanted you, Pipp. And that was the moment I realized that my feelings for you were no longer just sisterly. They were something more. Something deeper. Something more profound than anything I had ever felt before. And it scared me, Pipp. It scared me because I didn't know if you felt the same way. I didn't know if you could ever see me as anything more than just your sister. So, I kept it to myself, locked it away, and tried to pretend it wasn't there. But every time I looked at you, every time you smiled at me, every time we shared a laugh or a moment of silence, it was right there, staring me in the face, daring me to acknowledge it and I always refused." "And then... when we both got drunk..." Pipp slowly recalled. "That was the night... everything changed." Zipp nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, it was. Up until that point, I had been so careful, so cautious, trying to keep my feelings locked away. But that night, with the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, I couldn't help but let them spill out. And when we first kissed... Oh, you have no idea what that did to me. It was like a dam just burst open, and all my pent-up emotions came rushing out. I couldn't control them anymore; I didn't want to. I wanted you to know, Pipp. I wanted you to see the truth in my eyes, written plain as day. I wanted you to understand that this wasn't just some fleeting fancy, some drunken mistake. This was real. This was me, loving you, wanting you, needing you. But when the effects wore off..." she began slowly, sounding a little ashamed of herself. "I tried to push my feelings away... by pushing you away. I'm sorry about that by the way." "Zipp... It's ok. I know you were scared. I was too," Pipp confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad you told me. I'm glad you trusted me enough to share that part of yourself with me." Zipp's heart swelled at Pipp's words, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She squeezed Pipp's hand, grateful for her understanding and acceptance. "Your turn, Pipp," Zipp said, her voice steady and sure. "Truth or dare?" Pipp took a deep breath, considering her options. "Truth," she decided, her eyes meeting Zipp's. Zipp considered the question to ask her sister, her mind racing with possibilities. Finally, she settled on something. "Pipp, when did you first realize that you had feelings for me?" she queried, curiously. Pipp's cheeks flushed at the question, her mind racing back over the years. She thought about all the times she had caught herself staring at Zipp, studying every inch of her face, every strand of her short, spiky brown hair. How she had found herself drawn to Zipp's laughter, her confidence, her sheer, unbridled zest for life. And how, one day, she had realized that it was more than just admiration or sisterly affection. It was something deeper, something stronger, something that made her heart race and her palms sweat. "I think... I think it was during that summer we spent together, just the two of us, right after college," Pipp began, her voice soft and hesitant. "We were both so excited to be out of school, to have the whole summer ahead of us. We spent everyday exploring the city, trying new restaurants, and going to concerts. We were inseparable, and I loved every second of it. But there was this one day that was especially great. It was when we had gone to the beach. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and we were swimming and laughing and playing in the water like we were kids again. And then, suddenly, some stupid little crab tried to take off my bikini bottom and you just... you just grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the water. You managed to get if off of me. And even though you kinda fondled my buns, you were so concerned for me. Not to mention, you looked pretty cool in that moment, almost handsome even." Pipp's cheeked flushing at the memory. Zipp grinned, her eyes softening at the recollection. "I remember that day too. You were so embarrassed, trying to cover yourself up with your hands," she chuckled. "But you looked so cute, I couldn't help but tease you." Pipp rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. "Well, I was mortified. But then, as we were laying on the beach towel, you put your arm around me, and I felt... safe. Protected. And I realized that I liked having you close to me. Not just as a sister, but as... something more. I remember looking at you, your skin glistening with saltwater, your hair a mess of waves, and thinking, 'I could spend the rest of my life looking at this face.' And that's when I knew, Zipp. That's when I knew I had feelings for you. But like you, I was scared. Scared of what it meant, scared of how you'd react, scared of losing you. So, I pushed it down, buried it deep, and acted like nothing had changed. But it had. Everything had changed for me. Whenever I was with you, my heart just raced. And when we got drunk and had sex for the first time, it felt so good to let it out that I never wanted to keep it a secret again. Even though you said we shouldn't have." "Well, I didn't mean it. I was just so confused and scared. I just... I was so afraid of what people would think, how they would react. I didn't want to lose you, Pipp. You're my family, my best friend. I couldn't bear the thought of that changing." Zipp expressed. Pipp looked at her sister, her eyes filled with understanding and love. "Zipp, I love you. And nothing will ever change that. Not even this..." she assured her. "And as long as we're apologizing... I'm sorry about that night that we got drunk a second time. The drinks, the flirting, the naked apron... I was purposely trying to seduce you so that we could do it again..." "Yeah, I figured." Zipp admitted. "I mean, I was drunk too, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted you, Zipp. I wanted you so badly it hurt. And when you finally gave in, it was... it was like nothing I've ever experienced before. It was perfection." Zipp's heart swelled at Pipp's words, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She stopped walking, turning to face her sister, taking both of her hands in hers. "Pipp, I love you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "And I'm not afraid anymore. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I don't care if they disapprove or judge us. All I care about is you, Pipp. You and me, together. That's all that matters." Pipp's heart swelled at Zipp's words, her eyes misting over with unshed tears. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against Zipp's, their breaths mingling as they stood there in the middle of the street, ignoring the world around them. "I love you, Zipp," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "So much." Zipp's eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I love you too, Pipp," she expressed softly. They shared another sweet kiss before separating, staring into each other's eyes and then leaving with their hands intertwined. "Alright, no more sappy stuff." Zipp declared. "Give me a dare this time, sis. I know that's not how the game works but I don't care." Pipp grinned naughtily. "Alright, dare it is. I dare you to serenade me, right here, right now, with the cheesiest love song you can think of." "And what if I refuse?" Zipp challenged Pipp shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then you lose the wager, and you'll be doing my bidding for the rest of the day." Zipp chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, I can't have that, can I? Alright, Pipp, you asked for it. Prepare to be serenaded." Zipp said, letting go of Pipp's hand and stepping back a few paces. She took a deep breath, her eyes twinkling with mischief, and began to sing. "Love me tender, love me sweet, Never let me go, you have my heart so complete, Something in your eyes was so appealing, I fell in love with you, my dear, and you were appealing." Pipp's cheeks flushed a soft pink as Zipp's voice filled the air, rich and smooth, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. She couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with love and affection as Zipp sang the cheesy love song with all the sincerity and conviction of a seasoned crooner. When Zipp reached the final note, Pipp clapped her hands, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "That was... that was beautiful, Zipp," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Zipp grinned, bowing dramatically as the passersby applauded and whistled their approval. "Why, thank you, thank you very much," she teased, winking at Pipp and making her giggle. "Now, truth or dare, sis." "Let's call it even and say... dare." Pipp answered. "Alright, I dare you to cook us dinner tonight, completely naked, except for an apron." Pipp widened her eyes in surprise. "Again? You sure about that, Zipp? I mean, I am a rather... distracting sight," she said, her voice laced with a mischievous undertone. "I think I can handle it... This time." Zipp claimed. "But you'll still be checking me out the whole time, won't you?" Pipp guessed with a raised brow and a knowing tone. Zipp chuckled. "Yeah, and looking at my sister's fat butt," she teased, giving one of Pipp's butt cheeks a squeeze and making it jiggle. Pipp yelped, jumping away from her. "Zipp! Stop that!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing pink. Zipp only laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, come on, Pipp. Can't blame a girl for appreciating a fine behind when she sees one." She winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Pipp rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Just... remember to keep your hands to yourself when I'm cooking tonight, ok?" Zipp mock saluted. "Yes, ma'am," she said, trying to sound professional. But the smirk on her face ruined the effect. "Though I can't promise I won't stare. You know I love a good view." Pipp rolled her eyes, but her heart fluttered at Zipp's words. She loved how freely her sister expressed her desire, how unapologetic she was about her attraction. It made Pipp feel sexy, wanted, desired. The rest of the walk home was filled with lighthearted banter and playful teasing, their connection growing stronger with each step. When they finally arrived back at their apartment, Zipp held the door open for Pipp, her eyes never leaving her sister's. Pipp walked past her, her arm brushing against Zipp's as she entered their home, sending a shiver down her spine. As she headed towards the kitchen, she quickly started to undress, eager to fulfill the challenge Zipp had set for her.

Hopeful Soul

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Pipp Petals,Zipp Storm,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Profanity,Sex

Sisterly Secrets Unveiled

Zipp and Pipp, two very different sisters, share a deep connection. One night of drinking uncovers their hidden attraction.

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<p>Zipp and Pipp are two sisters whose personalities couldn't be more different. However, their contrasting traits only strengthen their connection, revealing a unique chemistry that lies just beneath the surface. It’s during a night of revelry and drinks that this captivating attraction finally emerges.</p>

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2024-08-18T13:29:00+00:00

2024-08-18T13:29:00+00:00

The aroma of garlic and herbs wafted through the air as Pipp moved with practiced ease around the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the cool, worn wooden floor. The apron she wore, a simple white affair with a delicate lace trim, tied tightly around her waist, left little to the imagination. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, leaving her long, shapely legs exposed, and the ties at the back did little to contain her ample bosom, the swell of which peaked enticingly above the neckline. Zipp sat at the kitchen island, her eyes never leaving Pipp's form. Specifically her exposed rear end. As always, it was a sight to behold. With each step she took, Pipp's round derrière jiggled and swayed. Zipp had to try very hard not to drool over the sight of it, as well as keep her own butt seated and her hands from trying to reach out to it. Pipp knew exactly what she was doing, of course. She was teasing Zipp, and she was doing it exceptionally well. Every now and then, she'd bend down to retrieve something from one of the lower cabinets, giving Zipp a perfect view of her ample backside, and a tantalizing glimpse of what lay between her thighs. Zipp swallowed hard, trying to distract herself by watching Pipp's skilled hands as she chopped vegetables, her knife moving with swift, precise movements. "You know, you could make this a bit easier on me if you just wore something underneath that apron," Zipp suggested. "But what fun would that be?" Pipp laughed softly, casting a glance over her shoulder at her sister. "You enjoying the view, sis?" she asked coyly. "I mean, I'm just trying to make dinner for my lovely sister. It's not my fault if she can't keep her eyes to herself." Zipp chuckled, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. "Alright, alright, you win. I can't help but look, Pipp. You're a vision in that apron, and you know it." Pipp blushed at the compliment, turning back to her cooking. "Well, I do try my best to look good for you, Zipp," she said with a playful wink. "Having you crave my behind like this feels great. I should find ways to make you worship it even more." As Zipp watched Pipp move around the kitchen, her body swaying with the rhythm of the music playing softly in the background, she couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her. It was more than just lust; it was love, pure and simple. And it was that love that made Zipp want to cherish every inch of Pipp's body, to honor it, to celebrate it. Feigning ignorance, Pipp subtly arched her back, highlighting her curvy figure, and playfully shook her hips. Her plump backside wobbled and jiggled as she intentionally flaunted it for Zipp. It was clear that Pipp was enjoying the game, the power she held over her sister, who looked like she was close to exploding. Zipp's eyes were glued to Pipp's ass, her breathing ragged, and her cheeks flushed. Pipp could see the outline of Zipp's hardened nipples through her shirt, and it only served to fuel her desire. "Maybe you should come over here and help me with these vegetables," Pipp suggested, her voice low and sultry. "They're being quite... slippery." Zipp didn't need to be told twice. She was off her chair and across the kitchen in a heartbeat, her eyes never leaving Pipp's ass. As she approached, Pipp turned to face her, a wicked grin on her face. "Bet you really want to touch it, don't you?" she asked, knowingly. "W-W-Wha... Touch-Touch what?" Zipp stuttered, trying and failing to play it cool. "You know..." Pipp began before turning and bending forward a little, sticking her ass out. "This." Zipp blushed and covered her nose as it started to bleed. "P-P-Pipp..." she sputtered out. Pipp wiggled her butt at her sister teasingly. "But out of the way for my big butt!" she quipped as she rubbed and slapped her butt with a proud smile. "Come on... You're killing me here, sis..." Zipp complained. "Well, guess what sis, you can kiss my grits!" Pipp lightly mocked her, arching her back even more as gave her butt another shake. "P-P-Pipp, cut it out." Zipp begged. Pipp could see the effect she was having on Zipp, and it only made her more excited. "Come on, Zipp. You know you want to touch me." She said seductively. Zipp's hand twitched by her side, but she resisted the urge. "Pipp..." "Tell you what, help me with these veggies, and maybe... I'll let you kiss it." Pipp offered coyly. Zipp widened her eyes. "You mean it? I can... kiss it?" Pipp bit her lip, nodding. "Mhm. But only if you help me. I can't have you just standing there, drooling over my ass, now can I?" Zipp snapped out of her daze, nodding eagerly. "Right, of course. What do you need help with?" Pipp handed her a cutting board and a knife. "Chop these carrots for me, would you?" she asked, turning back to her own task. Zipp quickly took the vegetables, started chopping, her movements jerky and clumsy, her mind elsewhere. Pipp glanced over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. "You alright there, sis? You seem a bit... distracted." Zipp blushed, her grip tightening on the knife. "I-I'm fine. Just... trying to focus." Pipp chuckled, turning back to her own task. "Well, try harder. I don't want you to cut yourself. Not unless it's with your tongue, that is." She added, her voice low and sulfurous. Zipp's breath hitched, her eyes widening. "Pipp..." she warned, her voice barely above a whisper. Yet, there was no denying the desire that laced her tone. Pipp's eyes gleamed with mischief as she turned back to her cooking, swaying her hips exaggeratedly, her ass jiggling with each movement. She could feel Zipp's gaze on her, hot and intense, and it sent a thrill down her spine. Zipp's grip tightened on the knife, her knuckles turning white. She was trying her best to focus on the task at hand, but it was proving to be impossible with Pipp's seductive display. Her mind was filled with images of Pipp's bare ass, of the way it would feel in her hands, under her lips. She could almost taste it, could almost feel the softness of it against her tongue. Her pussy throbbed in response, her panties growing damp with her arousal. Pipp turned suddenly, catching Zipp off guard. "You're not chopping, you're just staring at my ass," she accused, her voice laced with amusement. Zipp blushed, her grip loosening on the knife. "I-I'm sorry, I was just... distracted... again..." Pipp stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "By what, Zipp? By the thought of burying your face in my ass, of tasting me, of making me come all over your tongue?" she asked. Zipp's breath hitched, her eyes widening at Pipp's bold words. "P-Pipp..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Pipp took another step closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You want to, don't you?" she quietly inquired. Zipp whined with a nod. "Then get to finishing." Pipp slapped Zipp's ass this time and returned to work. Zipp quickly motivated herself to finish up the task given to her. Eventually, after some trial and error, the dinner was ready. Pipp, still clad only in her apron, carried the plates to the table, her hips swaying seductively. Zipp watched her, her mouth watering, but not just for the food. Pipp placed the plates down, then turned to Zipp, a wicked glint in her eye. "Now, Zipp, you've been a very good girl, helping me with dinner. I think you deserve a reward," she purred, her voice low and sultry. Zipp swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "R-Reward?" she managed to stammer out. "You mean...?" "Yep. You get to kiss my butt for one minute." The younger sister confirmed as she turned around and bent over. "But only one minute, and you can't use your tongue, just your lips. And no teeth, got it?" Zipp nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, yes, I got it. I won't bite, I promise." Pipp smirked, sticking her ass out further. "Well, come on then. The clock's ticking." She stood up, her chair screeching loudly against the wooden floor. She stepped behind Pipp, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off Pipp's body, could see the way her ass cheeks quivered with anticipation. She leaned in, her lips parting slightly as she pressed them to Pipp's left butt cheek, right where the flesh met thigh. She could feel the softness of it, the warmth, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Pipp's breath hitched, her body tensing at the contact. "Fuck, Zipp," she whispered, her voice ragged. "That feels so good." Zipp pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning Pipp's ass. She could see the way Pipp's skin glistened with sweat, could see the way her asshole puckered slightly. She licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to taste more, wanted to feel more. "You've got thirty seconds left, Zipp," Pipp breathed, her voice ragged. She leaned in again, this time pressing her lips to Pipp's right cheek. As the timer on the microwave ticked down, Zipp peppered Pipp's plump tushy with kisses. She was careful not to use her tongue or teeth, just as Pipp had instructed. But fuck, it was hard. Every inch of Pipp's ass was soft and warm, and Zipp could feel the heat radiating from between her sister's thighs. She could smell Pipp's arousal, musky and sweet, and it was driving her wild. Pipp let out a low moan, her body tensing as Zipp's lips moved all over her rear. "Fuck, Zipp, you're making me so wet," she panted, her voice ragged. "I can feel it, my pussy is dripping." Zipp could hear the hunger in Pipp's voice, and it sent a thrill down her spine. She wanted to make her sister come, wanted to taste her, to feel her. She leaned in one last time, pressing her lips to the soft, warm flesh of Pipp's ass. She could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, could smell the musky scent of her arousal. "Time's up, Zipp," Pipp whispered, her voice barely audible. Zipp pulled back, her lips glistening with Pipp's sweat. She could see the effect she had on her sister, the way her asshole was clenched tight, the way her thighs were trembling with anticipation. She wanted more, needed more. Pipp turned around, her eyes locked onto Zipp's. "You liked that, didn't you?" she asked, her voice husky. Zipp nodded, her cheeks flushed. "I could tell. Your kisses were... eager." Zipp rubbed the back of her head and chuckled nervously. "Well, it sure was... something else." Pipp giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're telling me. I've never felt so... worshiped." Zipp bit her lip. "I could worship you all day, Pipp. You know that." Pipp's grin softened, her gaze turning tender. "I know, Zipp. And I love you for it. But right now, I need more than just kisses on my ass." Zipp nodded before she and Pipp wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Later, the two sister/lovers were happily eating dinner together when Zipp brought up an important question. "So, after dinner, you got anything in mind to dare me with?" she asked, a sly grin playing on her lips. Pipp took a sip of her wine, her eyes locked onto Zipp's. "Well, now that you mention it, I do have something in mind, something I know you won't do," she said, sounding confident in herself. Zipp's heart skipped a beat, her pussy throbbing in anticipation. "Oh yeah? And what might that be?" she asked, a spark of defiance in her eyes. She loved a good challenge, and Pipp knew it. The older sister smirked, leaning back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Zipp's. "I dare you to moon the group of people at the park tomorrow," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You know, give them a good show." Zipp's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shock and fear. "What? Are you insane? I can't just... flash my ass to a bunch of strangers!" she exclaimed. Pipp leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's exactly why I'm daring you to do it, Zipp. Because I know you won't back down from a challenge. Besides, it's not like anyone will recognize you. It's just a quick flash, and then you can pull your pants back up. What's the worst that could happen?" Zipp bit her lip, considering the dare. She hated to admit it, but Pipp was right. She couldn't back away from a challenge. Could she? "Of course..." Pipp continued. "If you really don't want to, you can. Just know that it means you lose the wager and will have to do whatever I say for the rest of the day." Pipp smirked, taking another sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving Zipp's. Zipp's heart hammered in her chest as she considered the dare. She was a sucker for a challenge, and Pipp knew it. But this was different. This was public, this was risky. And yet, the thought of it sent a thrill down her spine, her pussy pulsing with anticipation. "Fuck it," Zipp finally said, her voice steady. "I'll do it. But only because I know I can get away with it." Pipp's eyes widened with surprise and excitement. "Really? You're going to do it?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief and excitement. "You're going to moon those people at the park?" Zipp smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I just said I'd do it because I know I can get away with it. There's a difference, Pipp." Pipp bit her lip, her eyes scanning the length of Zipp's body. "Well, I must admit, I'm impressed. And turned on." Zipp laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Pipp's spine. "Well, Pipp, I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But for now, how about we get this dinner cleaned up and move on to... dessert?" Pipp's heartbeat quickened, her pussy throbbing at the suggestion. "Dessert, huh?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "I think I have just the thing in mind." Zipp raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on her lips. Pipp stood up, her chair screeching loudly against the wooden floor. She walked around the table, her hips swaying seductively, her eyes locked onto Zipp's. "How would you like..." she began before turning and presenting her ass. "Some cake?" Zipp licked her lips and grinned. "Oh yeah, I could go for some cake. Course I prefer to eat my cake in the bedroom," she noted. Pipp giggled with a grin and bumped her sister's face with her butt before moving off. Zipp turned and watched her go partially down the hallway before stopping and leaning forward. As she looked back towards her big sister, she raised her hand and began spanking herself as a taunt, even hitting her labia a little in the process. "Come on, Zipp, you know you want some of this ass. So come and get it!" Pipp taunted playfully with a wink. Zipp couldn't take it anymore. "You're right, Pipp. I do want some of that ass. And I'm going to have it!" she declared as leaped out of her chair and rushed towards Pipp, her face a mix of desire and determination. Pipp squealed and giggled as she ran in a girlish manner to their shared bedroom while Zipp chased after her. As she entered the room, Zipp swiftly closed the door behind them. With a swift motion, she seized her, then gently but firmly guided her onto the bed, positioning her face down with her backside elevated. Pipp positioned her hands as if they were restrained and arched her back, presenting her curvaceous backside toward Zipp's face, inviting her in. Zipp accepted the invitation, gripping her sister's hips as she buried her face between Pipp's cheeks, causing her to writhe in pleasure while her older sister savored every contour with her long, moist tongue. The musky scent of Pipp's arousal filled Zipp's nostrils, making her dizzy with desire. "Fuck, Zipp, that feels so good," Pipp moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow she was biting down on. "I can feel your tongue, it's so fucking warm and wet." Zipp growled in response, her tongue delving deeper, tasting every inch of Pipp's pussy and asshole. She could feel Pipp's body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew she was close, could feel it in the way her sister's body trembled, in the way her hips bucked against her face. "Fuck, Zipp, I'm gonna come," Pipp panted, her voice ragged. "Fuck, I'm gonna come all over your face." Zipp's response was a low, guttural moan, her tongue flicking against Pipp's clit, her fingers digging into her hips. Finally, after Zipp drew her hand back and gave Pipp's ass a good smack, she came undone, her juices coating Zipp's face. Pipp moaned loudly, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm, her asshole clenching and unclenching with each wave of pleasure. Meanwhile, Zipp licked her lips, savoring the taste of her sister. "Mmm..." Zipp moaned in satisfaction. "Fuck, Pipp, you taste... fucking amazing. I could eat you out all day, you know that?" Pipp panted, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Mmph, I know, Zipp. And I'd let you too. But right now, I want to taste you. I want to make you come just as hard as you made me." Zipp raised a brow and smirked, her pussy throbbing at the thought. "Yeah?" Pipp flashed a playful smile as she pivoted, inching toward her sister with the stealth of a hunter on the prowl. Slowly, she swayed her hips, gearing up to spring into action. "Yeah," she confirmed. "Now, let's see for ourselves, which one of us is a top and who's the bottom!" Pipp sprang off the bed and playfully tackled her older sister, both bursting into fits of giggles. As their laughter filled the air, Zipp's clothes, along with Pipp's apron, flew across the in different directions, creating a whirlwind of chaos as the two sisters reveled in their playful and sexual antics.

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Pipp Petals,Zipp Storm,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Profanity,Sex

Sisterly Secrets Unveiled

Zipp and Pipp, two very different sisters, share a deep connection. One night of drinking uncovers their hidden attraction.

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<p>Zipp and Pipp are two sisters whose personalities couldn't be more different. However, their contrasting traits only strengthen their connection, revealing a unique chemistry that lies just beneath the surface. It’s during a night of revelry and drinks that this captivating attraction finally emerges.</p>

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2024-08-19T14:25:53+00:00

2024-08-19T14:25:53+00:00

The following day, Zipp and Pipp made their way to the park, where Zipp was set to tackle the dare that Pipp had thrown her way. The sun was high in the sky, and the park was bustling with people, families with children, couples walking their dogs, and groups of friends lounging on picnic blankets. Zipp's heart pounded in her chest as she scanned the crowd, her palms sweating with nerves. Pipp, sensing her sister's anxiety, took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You can do this, Zipp. Just remember, it's a quick flash, in and out. No one will even know it's you," she said, her voice low and reassuring. Zipp took a deep breath, nodding. "You're right. I can do this. It's just a dare, right?" she said, trying to convince herself more than anything. Pipp smiled, giving her hand another squeeze before letting it go. "That's the spirit. Now, go find your target. Someone who won't recognize you, of course." Zipp scanned the crowd again, her eyes landing on a group of girl playing frisbee. They looked to be in their early twenties, laughing and joking with each other. Perfect. She turned back to Pipp, a determined look in her eyes. "I've got my target. I'm going in." Zipp declared, trying to sound steady and confident despite the butterflies in her stomach. Pipp nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of nervousness. "Go get 'em, tiger. I'll be right here, cheering you on." Zipp took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She walked towards the group of girls, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of Pipp's gaze on her, could see her out of the corner of her eye, watching her every move. As she approached the group, she could hear their laughter, their carefree chatter. She hesitated for a moment, doubt creeping in. What if she got caught? What if someone recognized her? But then she remembered Pipp's words, the dare, the challenge. She couldn't back down now. Taking a deep breath, she quickened her pace, closing the distance between herself and the group of girls. As she got closer, she could see them more clearly, their tanned skin glistening with sweat, their laughter echoing through the park. She was about ten feet away when one of the girls threw the frisbee, her arm extending out, her body twisting with the motion. Zipp saw her chance. As the girl threw the frisbee, Zipp spun around, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the eyes of the group on her, could hear their laughter fading as they noticed her sudden movement. She took a deep breath, her hands fumbling with the button of her jeans. She could feel the cool air on her skin as she started to pull her jeans down, her panties following suit. Her ass was about to be on full display. But just as she was about to finish what she started, a wave of doubt washed over her, causing her to hesitate. She couldn't do it. She couldn't go through with it. Not in front of these strangers. With a sigh of relief, she turned back around, quickly pulling her pants up before anyone noticed. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she turned back around and started walking back toward Pipp. But as she turned around, she saw Pipp's face fall, her eyes full of disappointment. "What happened?" she questioned. "I couldn't do it, Pipp. I just couldn't," Zipp said, her voice laced with embarrassment. "I chickened out." Pipp nodded, her face softening. "It's okay, Zipp," she said, taking her sister's hand. "I know this was a big step for you, and I'm proud that you were even willing to try." Zipp looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She had failed the dare, but at least she had tried. And more importantly, she had stood up to the challenge. Though there was one downside. "But you know... that means you lose the wager." Pipp reminded her, grinning cheekily. Zipp face palmed. "Oh no..." she groaned. "Yep! That means you gotta do whatever I say for the rest of the day. Heh, rhyme." Pipp snickered. Zipp rolled her eyes. "Whatever you want, Pipp. Just... don't make it public...Please." she practically begged. Pipp's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I promise I won't make you do anything too embarrassing in public, Zipp. But I reserve the right to decide what you'll do," she said, with a twirl of her finger. "Now come, let's go home. You got work to do." Zipp groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as she started to follow her sister. "Yes, ma'am... But Pipp, I swear, if you make me do anything too weird or embarrassing..." Just as Zipp was about to complete her sentence, her foot struck a rock, sending her tumbling. In a desperate attempt to steady herself, she reached for her sister but ended up yanking down Pipp's skirt instead. As a result, Zipp's unbuttoned pants slipped down too, and when she hit the ground face-first in the grass, her bare backside was sticking up in the air and on display. Pipp let out a sharp gasp upon realizing that her own bare bottom was also exposed for everyone to see. Several people behind them, including the girls that Zipp almost mooned, saw them and gasped. Zipp and Pipp's faces turned beet red with embarrassment, especially when people started pointing, laughing, wolf whistling, catcalling and taking pictures. "Yuck! Gross! Ew!" Each of the frisbee girls exclaimed in disgust. "Looks like we got a pair of full moons out!" One guy remarked crudely. "You can see their tushies!" A little girl proclaimed. Zipp and Pipp's faces turned even redder, if that was possible. They quickly scrambled to cover themselves, but the damage was done. Zipp and Pipp could do nothing but try to run away, their dignity left behind in the grass. Back at their apartment, Zipp and Pipp sat on the couch, their faces still flushed with embarrassment. "I can't believe that just happened," Zipp muttered. Pipp sighed, leaning back against the cushions. "I know. That was... mortifying..." she commented in exhaustion. "What should we do now...?" "Maybe move?" Zipp suggested. "To escape all the unwanted attention?" Pipp inquired. "That, and also to escape having to hide all the time." Zipp stated. "If we moved to a new city where nobody knew us, we could act like a real couple, be affectionate in public. Pretend that we aren't sisters in an illegal incestuous relationship." "Maybe..." Pipp mused. "But I like this city." "Me too, but... in a new city we'd have all kinds of new opportunities to explore." Zipp reasoned. "Maybe in a state where incest between two sisters isn't illegal." "There are states like that?" Pipp asked in surprise. "Well, let's just say that, since we're in a same-sex relationship, in some states like New Jersey or Rhode Island we could probably 'skate by' as it were, provided that we don't try to get married." Zipp explained. "In fact, in states like Rhode Island, same-sex marriage has been legal for like twenty years, but incest laws are a little bit lax, which could work to our advantage." Pipp pondered for a moment. "Well, it's true that we'd have a clean slate in a new city, but we also have everything we need here, our jobs, our friends. I don't know, Zipp, it's a big decision. We'd have to start over from scratch," she said with a serious expression on her face. Zipp sighed and ran her fingers through her short, spiky hair. "I know, but I can't help but think about all the possibilities. We could explore new places, meet new people. Hell, we could even start a new family. I mean, if what we're doing is already illegal, why not go all out, right?" Zipp reasoned with a wry smile. Pipp's ears perked up at the mention of starting a new family. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Zipp?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye. Zipp returned the look with a sly smile of her own. "Well, I'm not getting any younger. And we've already broken several societal laws and the laws of nature, so what's one more?" she shrugged, a playful smirk on her lips. "True..." Pipp admitted. "But hey, that's a long ways off. Maybe in a few years we can talk about having kids and... getting married..." Zipp said, blushing. "And we can wait until tomorrow before we come to a decision about moving." Pipp added. "Right." Zipp nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Let's just try to enjoy the rest of the day, yeah? Despite... you know, the whole moon incident." Pipp chuckled. "I think that's a good idea. But of course... there's still the matter of you being my servant for the day," she recalled with a naughty grin. Zipp sighed. "Ok... So, what's your first order... mistress...?" she asked, while feeling embarrassed about calling her sister 'mistress'. Pipp smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, since you're my servant, I think it's only fitting that you start by pleasing me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And how exactly do you want me to do that?" Zipp asked. "I think you know exactly what I want, big sis." Pipp said. She stood up from the couch, got in front of Zipp and leaned in close, her breath hot on Zipp's ear as she whispered into it. "I want to spank you. I want to see your ass turn pink under my hand, to see you struggle and squirm as I teach you a lesson for being such a naughty girl." Zipp's breath hitched in her throat, her pulse quickening as she felt a mixture of excitement and fear course through her veins. She had never been spanked before, had never even considered it before, but now the idea was all she could think about. "B-but..." Zipp began. "No buts!" Pipp cut in. "Just get yours over my knee." Pipp patted her lap as she looked at her sister expectantly. Zipp hesitated for a moment before she finally did as she was told. She lowered herself over her sister's lap, her heart pounding with nerves and excitement. She could feel Pipp's hands on her as they started to lower her pants and panties, revealing her pale, tight ass. "You have such a nice ass, Zipp." Pipp murmured, running her hand over it. "I can't believe I get to have my way with you like this. I've always wanted to do this but never had the guts to ask." Zipp could hear the excitement in her sister's voice, but she was still too nervous to fully appreciate it. She kept thinking about the fact that she was about to be spanked, like a misbehaving child. It was strange, embarrassing, but also thrilling at the same time. She closed her eyes as she felt Pipp's hand leave her ass, only to come crashing down on it a moment later. The impact sent a jolt through her entire body, and she gasped in surprise. "You're such a naughty girl, Zipp," Pipp chided, her voice dripping with false anger. "This is going to be a lesson you won't soon forget." Zipp gritted her teeth as she felt Pipp's hand connect with her bottom again and again, her swift movements sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her. She could feel a flush of heat spread across her facial cheeks as multiple red handprints appeared on her butt cheeks. She moaned in protest, feebly trying to wriggle free from her sister's grip but no amount of struggle could shake her off. Not that she really wanted to. Seeing her sister like this, all flushed and submissive, brought a horniness to the surface that Pipp couldn't deny. She could feel her own panties growing damp as she continued to spank Zipp, her hand moving faster and harder with each smack. She could see just how red her sister's ass was getting, could hear her moans of protest, and it was driving her wild. "Fuck, Zipp, you look so fucking hot like this," Pipp panted, her voice thick with desire. "I'd so like to fuck you right now." Zipp's reply was a moan, her body writhing as Pipp's hand connected with her ass again. "Please, Mistress," she begged, her voice ragged. "Please...fuck me." Pipp's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never heard her sister talk like that before, never seen her so needy, so desperate. It was intoxicating. She couldn't resist any longer. She pushed Zipp off her lap and onto the floor. Zipp landed with a soft thud, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked up at Pipp, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of fear. Pipp stood over her, her chest heaving, her eyes wild with lust. "Take off your clothes," Pipp ordered, her voice harsh. "I want to see all of you." Zipp hesitated for a moment before she stood up and started to pull off her shirt. Pipp watched, her eyes hungry, as Zipp revealed inch after inch of her tanned, toned skin. Her sister's body was a work of art, all lean muscle ad smooth curves, and Pipp couldn't wait to get her hands on it. Once her shirt was off, her bra followed suit, leaving her breasts bare. Pipp's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of her sister's perky, round tits, her nipples already hard and begging to be touched. Finally, she stepped out of her pants and underwear, standing before her sister completely naked, her body on full display. Pipp's eyes raked over her, taking in every inch of her flesh. It was a sight that never got old and never would. "Go over to that wall, put your hands up against it and stick out your butt." Pipp ordered. “I want to see that ass up in the air, ready for me." Zipp, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest, complied. She walked over to the wall, feeling the cool surface against her palms as she pressed her hands flat against it. She stuck out her ass, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but also incredibly turned on. Pipp took her time, admiring the view. She could see Zipp's pussy lips, glistening with arousal, could see the way her asshole puckered slightly. She couldn't wait to claim both. She started with her sister's ass, running her hands over the reddened, tender flesh. Zipp gasped, her body flinching at the touch, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. Pipp chuckled, loving the effect she had on her sister. "That's right, Zipp. Feel my touch. Feel how much I want you," she purred, her fingers trailing down the cleft of Zipp's ass, teasing her hole with the tip of her finger. Zipp moaned, pushing back against Pipp's hand, desperate for more. Pipp took the hint, slipping her finger inside her sister's tight asshole. Zipp gasped, her body tensing before relaxing, allowing Pipp to push in deeper. "Fuck, that feels so good," Zipp panted, her forehead resting against the wall. Pipp smirked, loving the sound of her sister's pleasure. "You like that, you little slut? You like having your ass played with?" Zipp nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, mistress..." Zipp panted, her body writhing as Pipp's finger began to move in and out of her ass. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain that made her legs quiver. Pipp, sensing her sister's growing excitement, added another finger, stretching Zipp's asshole wider. Zipp gasped, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing again, allowing Pipp to push in deeper. Zipp could feel her sister's fingers exploring her ass intimately, each movement sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through her entire being. She was lost in the sensation, her body aching with need. She wanted more, needed more. "Please...fuck more..." she lightly begged. Hearing this made Pipp smile more before she took her finger out of Zipp's ass and licked it. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Zipp." She murmured, her eyes gleaming with lust. "I can't wait to taste more of you." Zipp turned around, her eyes meeting Pipp's. She could see the desire burning in her sister's gaze, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. "Please, mistress. I need you..." she begged, her voice ragged. "Just wait right there my little slave. I'll be back." Pipp told her before she walked away. Zipp stood where she was, her red ass on display, her naked body shivering thanks to a slight chill and her heartbeat steadily beating faster as she awaited her mistress' return. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her body tingling with anticipation. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this, how much she needed Pipp to continue. The spanking, the finger in her ass, it was all so new, so exhilarating, and she wanted more. Pipp returned, completely naked and carrying a tube of lube, as well as a strap-on dildo. She walked over to Zipp, her hips swaying seductively, her eyes locked onto her sister's naked form. "You ready for me, Zipp?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. She held up the strap-on, letting it dangle from her fingers. "I'm going to fuck you with this, Zipp. I'm going to make you scream my name." Zipp's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the strap-on. It was long, thick, and intimidating, and the thought of it inside her made her pussy clench with anticipation. "Y-yes, mistress," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Pipp smirked, stepping closer to her sister. "Good girl," she murmured, reaching out to run her fingers through Zipp's short, spiky hair. "Now, stay still for me." Zipp's gulped loudly, but she did as she was told. Pipp hummed in approval, running her hands over Zipp's ass, squeezing the tender flesh. "Aw, poor Zipp... Your butt is so swollen... Don't worry, I'll take care of you, big sis," she comforted her with a seductive tone before she stepped into the strap-on and pulled it up before tightening the straps. The harness fit snugly around her hips, the dildo standing tall and proud, ready for action. She coated it generously with lube, making sure it was nice and slick before turning her attention back to Zipp. Zipp's breath hitched as she felt Pipp's hands on her hips, positioning her just the way she wanted her. She could feel the head of the strap-on pressing against her pussy, and she let out a soft moan, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please, mistress," she begged, her voice ragged. Pipp smirked, running her hands over Zipp's ass one last time before grabbing the base of the strap-on. She teased her sister's pussy lips with the head, rubbing it up and down, coating it with Zipp's arousal. She could feel her sister's body trembling, could hear her moans of need, and it only served to fuel her own desire. "Please, Pipp. I can't take it anymore," Zipp pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "Alright, Zipp. Since you asked so nicely," Pipp said, her voice low and sultry. She lined up the head of the strap-on with Zipp's pussy, pressing it against her entrance. "But remember, you asked for this. You wanted me to fuck you, so don't you dare complain, understand?" "Yes, mistress," she managed to choke out. Pipp smirked, her grip tightening on Zipp's hips. "Good girl," she murmured, before thrusting her hips forward, burying the strap-on deep inside her sister's pussy. Zipp gasped, her body tensing as she was filled completely. "Fuck, Pipp! That's so... fucking big!" she panted, her fingers clawing at the wall in front of her. Pipp chuckled, her grip on Zipp's hips tightening. "You can take it, Zipp. You're a big girl, remember?" she taunted, before pulling back and slamming into her again. Zipp moaned, her body rocking with each thrust. She could feel every inch of the strap-on as it slid in and out of her, rubbing against her walls, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made her toes curl. She pushed back against Pipp, meeting her thrusts, her body greedy for more. "Fuck, Zipp, you feel so fucking good," Pipp panted, her grip on Zipp's hips tightening. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet. It's like you were made for this." Zipp let out a moan, her body trembling as Pipp's words sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her. "Only for you, mistress," she managed to choke out, her voice ragged. "Fuck, Zipp, you're such a dirty little slut," Pipp growled, her hips slapping against Zipp's sore ass with each thrust. "Taking my cock like this, begging for more. You love it, don't you?" Zipp could only moan in response, her body writhing as Pipp hit her G-spot with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure became too much to bear. "Cum for me, Zipp," Pipp commanded, her voice harsh. "Show me how much you love being fucked by your little sister." Zipp's body responded to the order, her pussy clenching around the strap-on as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the wall for support. "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" she cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Pipp groaned, her hips slapping against Zipp's ass as she continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Eventually she stopped and pressed her crotch against Zipp's bottom and gave both cheeks a pinch, mixing pain with the pleasure she was still feeling. "You took that like a champ, Zipp," she praised, her voice still heavy with lust even as she pulled out of Zipp. "Now, I want you to clean me up." Zipp turned around, her knees still weak from the intense orgasm. She looked at the strap-on, still glistening with her juices, and felt a wave of desire wash over her. She wanted to taste herself on her sister, wanted to please her. She sank to her knees, her eyes locked onto the dildo. Zipp leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lick the length of the strap-on, tasting her own arousal. She moaned, the sound vibrating around the toy, as she savored the flavor of her own pussy before sticking it in her mouth. Pipp's breath hitched, her fingers tangling in Zipp's short hair as she watched her sister give her a blowjob. The sight of Zipp's lips stretching around the strap-on, her tongue swirling around the head, was almost too much to bear. She could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy clenching with need. "Fuck, Zipp, that feels so fucking good," she panted, her hips bucking slightly, fucking her sister's mouth. "You're such a good little cocksucker." Zipp moaned around the strap-on, her eyes locked onto Pipp's, showing her need and hunger to please her. She took the dildo deeper, her throat relaxing as she struggled to take it all. She could feel the head of the strap-on hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, but she didn't stop. She wanted to please Pipp, wanted to feel her sister's pleasure. She could hear Pipp's moans, could feel her hips moving, fucking her mouth, and it only served to fuel her own desire. She wanted to make her sister cum, wanted to taste her release. She reached up, her fingers going into Pipp's pussy, which squeezed her fingers while she started to move her mouth in time with Pipp's thrusts. "Fuck, Zipp, you're going to make me cum," Pipp panted, her fingers tightening in Zipp's hair. "Keep going, just like that." Zipp moaned around the strap-on, her mouth moving faster, her fingers working in tandem with her lips and tongue. She could feel Pipp's body tensing, could hear her moans growing louder, and she knew she was close. "Fuck, Zipp, I'm gonna cum," Pipp panted, her grip on Zipp's hair tightening. "Keep going, just like that. Fuck, yes, just like that." Pipp grunted, her hips bucking forward, burying the strap-on even deeper into Zipp's throat. Zipp gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She wanted to taste her sister's release, wanted to feel her cumming around her fingers. Pipp's body tensed, her fingers pulling at Zipp's hair as she cried out, "I'm fucking cumming, Zipp! Swallow it all, you little slut!" Zipp felt Pipp's pussy clench around her fingers, pulsating as she came undone. She continued to suck on the strap-on, her tongue swirling around the head, cleaning it thoroughly as Pipp rode out her orgasm. Eventually, Pipp's grip on her hair loosened, and she pulled out of Zipp's mouth with a soft pop. "Fuck, Zipp, that was..." Pipp began, her voice still ragged from her release. "That was fucking incredible." Zipp smiled up at her sister, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm glad you liked it, mistress," she said, her voice laced with a hint of defiance. "Oh, but I'm not done with you yet." Pipp declared as she took off the strap-on. "I think it's time for us to take a bath." "A bath?" Zipp echoed in surprise. "Yep! Follow me." Pipp told her as she started to walk away. "Oh, and... crawl to the bathroom if you can." Zipp gulped and began following her sister to the bathroom on her hands and knees, her ass still aching the whole time. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, crawling like a pet at her sister's command. But there was something about being dominated by Pipp that made her feel alive, turned her on in a way she'd never experienced before. Pipp led her to the master bathroom, where a large, claw-foot tub was already filled with steaming water. "Good thing we're already naked, huh?" she remarked. "Now, get in." Zipp hesitated for a moment before she climbed into the tub, lowering herself into the warm, welcoming water. She let out a soft moan as the heat enveloped her, easing some of the soreness from her ass. Pipp watched her sister, her eyes filled with lust as she took in the sight of Zipp's naked body, glistening with water before starting to get in herself. As she laid herself on top of Zipp, her older sister wrapped her arms around her. The water sloshed around them, their bodies pressing together, skin on skin. Pipp's nipples hardened against Zipp's chest, and she could feel her sister's heart beating rapidly. "See? I told you it would be nice," Pipp whispered, her breath tickling Zipp's ear. Zipp hummed in agreement, her eyes fluttering closed as she basked in the warmth of the water and her sister's body. She could feel Pipp's hands roaming over her, gentle and soothing, caressing her skin. Her sister's touch was soft, yet firm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Zipp let out a content sigh, her body relaxing into the tub, into Pipp's embrace. "You okay, sis?" Pipp asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Zipp nodded, her eyes still closed. "Mm-hmm. Just... enjoying this." Pipp smiled. "Me too," she said. "Your heart and mine are beating as one." Pipp's hand snaked down, tracing the curve of Zipp's waist, her hip, before settling on her thigh. She felt Zipp tense slightly, then relax into her touch. Zipp opened her eyes, looking at Pipp with a soft, vulnerable expression. "I've never felt this way before, Pipp. I never knew... I never knew it could be like this." Pipp's heart swelled with affection. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Zipp's lips. "Neither have I, Zipp. But I'm glad we found this... whatever this is, together," Pipp murmured, her eyes locked onto her sister's. She could see the vulnerability in Zipp's gaze, the raw emotion that mirrored her own feelings. It was intense, overwhelming, and yet, she never wanted it to end. Zipp's hand reached up, cupping Pipp's cheek gently. "I never want to lose this, Pipp. I never want to lose you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Pipp's heart fluttered at the words, at the sincerity in Zipp's voice. She leaned into her sister's touch, her eyes never leaving hers. "You won't, Zipp. I promise you that," she whispered, her voice steady and sure. "We'll figure this out, together." Zipp nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Together," she echoed, her thumb brushing against Pipp's cheekbone. The moment was perfect, intimate, and Pipp never wanted it to end. And so they stayed in that tub of water for what felt like hours, even though it was just around thirty minutes. "Come on, let's get out before we turn into prunes," she said, pulling away from Zipp's touch. She stood up, water dripping from her body, and extended a hand to help her sister out of the tub. In an amusing twist though, Zipp found herself standing on her hands and knees again while Pipp sat on her back, using her as a chair as she washed herself. "You know, I never thought I'd be doing this, but I must admit, I'm rather enjoying it," Pipp commented, her voice laced with amusement. Zipp chuckled. "I can tell. You're practically purring on top of me." Pipp laughed, her hands scrubbing her skin vigorously. "Well, it's not every day I get to use my big sister as a human chair." "Why are you using me as a human chair?" Zipp questioned. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Pipp inquired knowingly. "Yes..." Zipp admitted in embarrassment. "It's just... I've never felt so... so used before. Not like this." Pipp's hands paused for a moment before continuing their task. "Used? Is that really how you feel?" she asked, her voice softening. Zipp nodded. "Yes, but... it's not a bad thing. It's just... different. I like it," she hurried to add. Pipp smiled, rubbing Zipp's butt gently. "I'm glad you like it, because I do too. There's something incredibly sexy about having you at my mercy, doing whatever I want." Zipp moaned softly, arching her back slightly, pushing her ass up into Pipp's touch. "I can tell," she said, her voice laced with desire. "I can feel how much you're enjoying it." Pipp chuckled, her fingers trailing down the crack of Zipp's ass, teasing her hole. "You like that, don't you? You like having your ass played with," Pipp whispered, her fingers circling Zipp's hole, teasing her but not entering. Zipp let out a soft moan, her body pushing back against Pipp's touch. "Yes, mistress," she breathed, her voice laced with desire. "I love it when you touch me like this." Pipp smirked, her fingers pressing against Zipp's hole, "You're so responsive, Zipp. It's like your body was made for this," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "For my touch, my command." Zipp let out a whimper, her body trembling as Pipp's fingers pushed into her ass, filling her completely. "Yes, mistress," she gasped, her fingers clawing at the bath mat beneath her. "I'm yours. I'll do anything you want." Pipp's grinned wider, her pussy clenching at the words. She loved hearing Zipp submit to her, loved knowing that she had this effect on her sister. Zipp moaned louder, enjoying the feeling of Pipp beginning to enter her again, only to be disappointed when Pipp pulled her finger away and stood up. "Nope," she said, enjoying being able to torment her sister like this. Zipp whined and lowered her upper body while her butt wiggled in the air. "Aw, come on sis, don't do this to me..." "Sorry. Think of this as payback for all the groping, playing footsie with my pussy in the cafe and exposing my heinie to all those people in the park." Pipp claimed. "Not to mention, you thought I was heavy, didn't you?" "W-What...?" "I saw the look on your face when I sat on your back, your eyes were almost crossed. You thought I was heavy." "I did not...!" "Oh really?" "Well... I guess it did feel like I was gonna be squished at first..." "Ex-cuse me?!" Pipp exclaimed, her voice laced with indignation. Her cheeks became puffed as she childishly pouted. "I'll have you know, I'm perfectly proportioned! You're just not used to carrying a real woman on your back!" Zipp looked back with a raised brow as she lifted her upper body back up. "Uh-huh? And you're sure it's not because your... chunkier than most girls your age?" "Hey! There's absolutely nothing wrong with having some curves!" Pipp defended as she proudly shook her curvy butt at her sister. "That's right, I like being curvy!" Pipp's confidence radiating as she paraded her naked body in front of Zipp. Zipp couldn't help but appreciate the sight before her. Pipp's body was indeed curvy, with full breasts, wide hips, and thighs that could crush a man. She had always been envious of her sister's figure, her own body being lean and muscular from years of sports and working out. "Wow..." she muttered. "And you know what? I think you like it too. Don't you, Zipp?" "I... I do," Zipp admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're beautiful, Pipp. Every inch of you." "I know." Pipp claimed, proudly before sticking her butt in her sister's face, instantly putting her under its spell. "Now give my booty a kiss. Go on pet, kiss it!" "Yes..." Zipp said, entranced. She leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Pipp's ass cheek. "Happy now?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Pipp hummed, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Almost," she murmured, turning around to face Zipp. "I want you to worship my body, Zipp. Every inch of it." Zipp's breath hitched, her eyes widening. "Worship...?" Pipp nodded, her eyes locked onto hers. "Yes. I want you to kiss, lick, and caress every part of me. Show me how much you appreciate my body, how much you desire it," Pipp commanded, her voice low and sultry. Zipp's eyes darkened with lust, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Yes, mistress," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Pipp watched as Zipp moved closer and all around her. First, her lips pressed against Pipp's stomach, just above her belly button. She could feel Zipp's breath against her skin, hot and humid, sending shivers down her spine. Zipp's hands reached up, cupping Pipp's breasts, her thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden instantly. She leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lick one of the hardened peaks, swirling around it before sucking it into her mouth. Pipp let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in Zipp's short hair, holding her in place. "Yes, just like that, Zipp," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you love my tits." Zipp hummed, her mouth moving to the other breast, giving it the same attention. She could feel Pipp's body writhing against hers, her hips moving in a slow, sensuous grind. Zipp's hands moved down, gripping Pipp's hips, pulling her closer, deepening the contact between their bodies. She could feel Pipp's pussy lips rubbing against her stomach, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. Pipp's hands moved to Zipp's shoulders, pushing her down gently. "I want you to taste me, Zipp," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want you to lick my pussy until I cum all over your face." Zipp's eyes widened at the command. She slid down Pipp's body, her hands smoothing over her curves, until she was kneeling between her legs and quickly started licking her pussy, Pipp gasped as Zipp's tongue explored her most private area, accompanied by Zipp's soft moans of delight. Pipp let out a soft moan and smiled. "Good girl," she purred.

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The Green Monkey

In a world where man-eating Demons rule, a hero rises to fight them. And this hero… is a monkey.

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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><i>Inspired by “Journey to the West”</i></p></div><hr/><p>In the land of Equestria, terrifying Demons have taken control, causing chaos and misery for the inhabitants of the nation. The people prayed to the heavens for a savior to come save them from their plight. The heavens did indeed respond. Emerging from a purple crystal in Twilight's family's temple was… a monkey. And this monkey would go on to become the hero the land needs.</p>

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2024-08-18T01:36:47+00:00

2024-08-19T01:19:35+00:00

It's been 500 years since the Demons emerged from their dark realm and took the world. Days are shorter and nights are now longer, allowing the Demons greater reign over the hapless citizens. The Demons rule with an iron grip, happily eating the people under their rule and using them as playthings for their sadistic amusement. It seemed that the people were destined to be Demon fodder forever. That is... until a hidden temple finds a way to do something about it. +++++ The Northern Mountains - The Caves Beneath The young priestess Twilight Sparkle was making her way towards the inner sanctum of the cavern temple to help her parents with the ritual. As she made her way through the winding hallways of the temple, she accidentally bumped into her sister-in-law Cadence. "Oof! Sorry, Cadence! Didn't mean to run into you like that!" Twilight said. "I'm just so excited for the ritual tonight." "We all are, Twilight. But we need to hurry if we're going to succeed," Cadence said with minor urgency. "Shining Armor said that his familiars have spotted Demons closer to the mountains than normal. Never a good sign." That was indeed grave to hear. If she and her family were going to perform the ritual to speak to Heaven, they had to do it tonight. If the Demons started moving around the mountain, they might discover the temple, which would end in them all being killed or eaten or even worse. Usually worse. "Thank you for telling me, Cadence. I gotta go tell Mom and Dad about that," Twilight said. Grabbing the hem of her robes to keep herself from tripping, Twilight zoomed through the temple's halls until she made it to the inner sanctum. Twilight pushed open the doors and saw her mom and dad standing there in front of the statues to the two Celestial Sisters. Twilight Velvet and Nightlight were setting up talismans and candles around the sanctum to perform the ritual for tonight. "Oh, hey, Twilight! How are things coming along on your end?" Twilight Velvet asked. "I've gathered the herbs and Cadence said that she's preparing more talismans for the ritual. Shining Armor's been patrolling the area and said that Demons have been seen closer to the mountain than normal," Twilight said. Her parents looked at each other with stern looks. "If that's true, then we need to hurry up to perform the ritual. Is your brother watching the perimeter and keeping the protection charms up?" Nightlight asked. "He is. He's also having his familiars helping him to patrol the perimeter keeping an eye out for Demons," Twilight said. "If any Demons come up this mountain, we'll know about it." "Still, talismans or no talismans, we have to up our guard and make some more protection charms while we perform the ritual. Just in case," Nightlight said. Twilight left to go tell her brother about this extra precaution. They had to do everything they could to protect themselves and the temple during the ritual. She left the temple building itself and moved through the various chambers and tunnels of the cave where the temple was hidden. The world outside the cavern was a lush mountain with verdant forests of pine and fruit trees as well as clear streams for the family to get their water. There were also plenty of animals on the mountain that the family would see from time to time. Twilight remembered Shining Armor saying that he wanted to see a Dragon one day when they were both younger. But there were more important things to think about than Dragons. She walked down the forest trail and found her brother at the foot of the mountain. Shining Armor was dressed in his priestly robes and tending to one of the boulders with a replacement protection charm. Twilight walked up to her brother with some more blank parchment slips to create more protection charms. "Hey, brother!" Twilight called to him. Shining Armor turned to her and brought a finger to his mouth to shush her. "Twily, we need to be more quiet! You never know when a Demon's going to show up!" Shining rage-whispered. "Okay. Anyway, I brought more parchment slips for you," Twilight whispered. "How are things going out here?" "Everything's going better than I thought. My familiars have reported Demons exploring the mid rim of the mountain, but they haven't made it past any of the charms so far, so we should be safe for tonight," Shining Armor whispered. "Still, I want to add more protection charms to the area. I noticed that some of the ones on the south side of the mountain are getting weaker." Twilight handed off the new charms to Shining and left him to his task. As she made her way up the mountain, she stopped at a pond where she could relax and watch the fish while she would meditate. She sat down on a flat stone and tried to meditate in preparation for the ritual. Before she could, however, a loud cawing sound came from above her head. Twilight looked up and saw a large raven looking down at her. What was odd about it was the fact that she had never seen ravens so far up the mountain. The raven sat there on a tree staring right at her for what felt like an eternity. As Twilight looked at the raven, a strange feeling of cold filled her entire body. The cold was so intense that she was actually shivering and her skin became riddled with goosebumps. "Uh... hello," Twilight said nervously to the raven. Suddenly, the raven screamed at her and flew away. Twilight's heart was jumping around in her chest from the shock of the scream, but she was relieved that the raven flew away. She would have to report this to her parents before the ritual took place tonight. "Well, that was creepy. Anyway, back to meditating," Twilight said. -(A Few Hours Later)- Twilight made her way back to her family's temple just in time for the ritual to begin. She felt calm and relaxed after that meditation session, so she was ready for the ritual. Twilight entered the inner sanctum and saw that the rest of her family was gathered and ready to begin. The entirety of the inner sanctum was decorated with various talismans, candles, and a chalk circle drawn into the floor before the idols of the Celestial Sisters. Her family was standing around the circle holding candles of their own while her dad was holding a bowl of herbs and incense for Twilight to hold during the ritual. "You know what to do, right?" Nightlight asked. "I know, dad. I've studied the ritual nearly a thousand times so I'm more than ready," Twilight replied. "That's my girl," Nightlight said with a smile. "Take the bowl and stand in the center of the circle and concentrate. We'll take care of the rest." Nightlight then handed the bowl to Twilight who then took her position in the center of the circle. Nightlight joined the others outside the circle and began the ritual. Twilight held the bowl in her hand, closed her eyes as if to meditate, and took a big sniff of the herbs in the bowl. While she was doing that, her family was chanting sutras. The circle began to glow with divine power as Twilight focused her mind on the ritual. Her family finished chanting the right sutras and started to throat sing the same sutras to a rhythm. In no time at all, Twilight could feel the herbs and power in the room working their magic. A warm feeling filled her stomach and chest as divine power entered her body and flowed all the way up to her head. Now Twilight felt like her head was immersed in warm water. The ritual had been performed perfectly. -(The Heavens)- When Twilight opened her eyes, she saw that she was in a place she had only read about in the temple's scrolls. The landscape before her was a lovely field where both the sun and moon hung in the sky above her. There was no doubt in Twilight's mind what this was. "The Divine Realm! The ritual worked!" Twilight called. "Now, how do I find the Celestial Sisters?" "You don't need to bother, young one. We'll come to you," a voice called from above her. Startled, Twilight looked up and saw none other than the Celestial Sisters themselves right behind her. The one standing closest to her was the elder of the two, Celestia. Celestia was a beautiful sight to behold for mortal eyes. Tall and covered in robes of white and gold, the rainbow-haired goddess of the sun and day smiled at Twilight with lively green eyes. Joining her was her younger sister Luna. Luna was equally as beautiful as her elder sister, with long flowing blue hair and eyes just as blue to match. Her flowing robes showed various stars and the full moon on her forehead. The goddess of the moon and night was smiling just as much as Celestia was. "We both know why you're here, Miss Twilight. It is about the Demons that have overrun the Mortal Realm, yes?" Luna asked. "Indeed, Goddess Luna. The land has fallen into darkness and the people have lost hope for the future," Twilight replied. "The Demons treat the people as food or slaves or toys. Me and my family have been fortunate enough to know the ancient magic. We beg you to help is in our plight." The Sisters looked to each other and then back to Twilight. They then put their hands together to perform some form of spell from what Twilight could see. Golden and blue light shone from their hands that materialized into a large purple crystal. Celestia handed the crystal to Twilight. "This crystal is the womb of the hero that will save your realm. You and your family must look after him and make sure he becomes strong enough to save the realm," Celestia said. Taking the crystal, Twilight could feel warmth inside the crystal. She could feel a life growing inside, and it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Luna was the next to speak. "You yourself have a part to play in this hero's growth, Miss Twilight," Luna said. "You must accompany him on his journey to save your realm. Alongside power, you must teach him love and friendship. You must be his teacher as much as his guardian." Twilight looked up at the Celestial Sisters with determination. "I will do everything I can to teach, protect, and love him, my goddesses. You have my word as a priestess." "We know you will, Twilight. Now you must return to the Mortal Realm," Celestia said. "Your hero is about to arrive." "But before you go, take these," Luna said, before reaching into her robes and pulling out a pair of peaches. "You'll need these for you two after the hero is born." Twilight took the peaches, and with a shock of magic, fell unconscious. -(The Mortal Realm)- Twilight opened her eyes to see her family looking down at her. She was lying on the floor in the center of the circle whilst holding the purple crystal and the peaches. "Are you alright, dear?" Nightlight asked his daughter. "Did... you receive those from the Celestial Sisters?" "Yes. Luna gave me the peaches and they created the crystal," Twilight replied. "I don't mean to sound blasphemous, but how exactly is a crystal going to help us combat the Demons?" Shining asked. Twilight stood up and showed everyone the crystal. "Celestia said that this crystal is the 'womb' that contains the hero that will save our world." "That's interesting. I can actually feel the life inside the crystal," Cadence said. "It feels pretty powerful, too." "Indeed. I can feel it, too," Nightlife said. "This is a gift from the goddesses, so we must nurture and care for this hero." Just as soon as Nightlife said that, the crystal in Twilight's hands began to vibrate. Twilight quickly put the crystal down on the ground as the crystal began to crack. Everyone was watching the crystal in anticipation as the crystal finally shattered into pieces. Lying on the floor amidst shards of shattered purple crystal was... a baby dark green monkey with a light purple face. Everyone was looking down at the baby monkey with looks of both shock and confusion. "Is... that a monkey?" Shining Armor asked. "It appears that way. Either way, the goddesses have entrusted him to us so we must abide by them," Nightlight replied. "And besides, he's so cute!" Cadence said, picking up the little monkey and holding him like a baby. "He's such a cute little boy." "I know, right? He's so adorable!" Twilight Velvet said, petting the green monkey. Twilight looked down at the little monkey with a look of awe. She could tell that there was more to this monkey than meets the eye. If the Celestial Sisters created him to be their hero for the Mortal Realm, then she had to do everything she could do to make sure this little guy became a hero. "So, what are we going to name him?" Shining Armor asked. Now that was a good question. If they were going to raise him, then they needed to give him a name. Twilight looked down at the little green monkey to think of a fitting name for him. The biggest thing that stuck out to her was how his hair spiked at the top of his head. "How about 'Spike'? That's a fitting name for him," Twilight suggested. Everyone was clearly contemplating the name, and they all seemed to agree to it. Twilight's mother held Spike to her chest and smiled. "It's settled then. From now on, this little bundle of cuteness is Spike," Velvet said. "He is going to be a great hero one day, as is the will of the Celestial Sisters." Little Spike opened his eyes and looked around the sanctum and the humans. When his eyes settled on Twilight, he reached out his arms to her while making whining sounds. Smiling, Velvet held Spike out to Twilight for her to take. "He seems to really like you, dear," Velvet said. Twilight took Spike into her arms and smiled at him. "I promise that I'll always remain by your side, Spike. No matter what happens, I'll be there for you." + + + + + Imposingly standing at the top of the foothills was a fortress. This fortress was as black as coal with tall walls and towers that stood as reminders of the dark powers that built it in the first place. The occupying force within the ebon walls of the fortress were the furthest thing from human as one could picture. Flying in the skies above the fortress was a large raven. The raven flew down to the fortress. The armored soldiers below wore armor painted crimson and carried weapons that were wickedly sharp. And all of them had eyes that glowed a sinister shade of red. The raven flew towards the fortress's inner keep and right through the open window at the top. The raven landed inside what looked like a war room filled with maps and chairs as well as a long table. Standing at one end of the table was a cloaked figure with the same glowing red eyes as the soldiers outside. The figure turned towards the raven with a fanged smile. "I take it that you've come back from your mission, my dear familiar?" the figure asked in a deep voice. The raven cawed in response. As the raven gave his report, the figure smiled under the hood of his cloak, revealing lots of sharp teeth. "I see, so that where those lost priests have been cowering. The Lords are going to want to hear about this," the figure said. A few more caws later, the figure's expression changed into one of shock. He slammed a clawed fist on the table in anger. "What?! They actually managed to accomplish the ritual?!" the figure shouted. The raven squawked its reply in fear. With a bestial snarl, the cloaked figure pointed to the window. "Go! Tell the other ravens to report your findings to the other Demons scattered throughout the land. We need to be on guard." The raven flew out of the window with astonishing speed. The cloaked figure stormed out of the war room and spoke to the two soldiers that were guarding the room. They were both surprised to see their commander in such a state. One of them actually dared to speak. "Uh... General Garble, is something wrong?" the soldier asked. "Of course something is wrong! Those missing priests we've been looking for have finally been found!" Garble replied angrily. "Isn't that a... good thing?" the second soldier asked. "Apparently, my raven familiar just told me that they've managed to summon a hero from the Divine Realm!" Garble snapped. That got the other soldiers to react by lurching forward in shock and nearly falling over. They were both clearly shocked by the news of something that could pose a threat to them. "So what do we do now?!" the first soldier asked. "Muster every armed soldier we have in this fortress to arms! We have to kill this hero before he can be any threat to us!" Garble replied. "The future of our rule over this world depends on it!" The two Demon soldiers left to go about following their orders. Meanwhile, Garble left for his quarters to put on his armor and gather his weapons. He had to make sure this hero was dead. If he did, he might be rewarded handsomely by the Lords' Council for his efforts, maybe with his own territory and humans to rule over. Either way, he would make sure this hero was dead.

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The Green Monkey

In a world where man-eating Demons rule, a hero rises to fight them. And this hero… is a monkey.

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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><i>Inspired by “Journey to the West”</i></p></div><hr/><p>In the land of Equestria, terrifying Demons have taken control, causing chaos and misery for the inhabitants of the nation. The people prayed to the heavens for a savior to come save them from their plight. The heavens did indeed respond. Emerging from a purple crystal in Twilight's family's temple was… a monkey. And this monkey would go on to become the hero the land needs.</p>

mature

2024-08-19T22:05:52+00:00

2024-08-19T22:05:51+00:00

The Sparkle Family Mountain - 5 Months Later Spike was happily swinging from branch to branch on the trees of the mountain's forests having the time of his life before his lessons. He may only be five months old, but he's grown pretty big for his age. Spike landed on one of his favorite trees and began to eat the sweet buns from the ones he swiped from his mom's kitchen. "This is a great day to play!" Spike said with a mouthful of sweet bun. "If only I didn't have my magic and fighting lessons today, I would be swinging and playing till the sun went down." As he was finishing off the rest of the sweet buns, a familiar voice called to him from below. "Spike! Spike! I need you to come down for your magic lessons!" Twilight called from down below. "But Big Sis, I just want to take some time to play today! Can't I just have one day without my lessons?" Spike called from above. Twilight crossed her arms and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Spike, but these lessons are important! You need this knowledge to defend yourself against Demons." "Come on, Sis! You keep saying that I'm learning all of these things to 'defend myself against Demons', but I haven't seen a single Demon in my entire life!" Spike rebutted. Seeing no other alternative, Twilight resorted to using the "mean big sis method". She smirked at Spike from below and looked away. "OK, you can go and play if you want, but if you choose to go without your lessons, then I'll have to tell Mom about those sweet buns you stole," Twilight said. Spike was not very happy to hear that. He knew how mad his mom could get and didn't want his sister to go tattling to her about his thievery. Grunting in anger, Spike crossed his arms as he glared down at Twilight. "Fine, but only if you promise to play with me after our lessons," Spike bargained. Twilight chuckled to herself. Spike always wanted to play once he was done with his lessons, and Twilight was always happy to play with him. "Fine. If you do your lessons well, I'll play with you," Twilight said. Spike grinned and jumped downwards and landed on his feet perfectly. He then jumped up and clung onto Twilight's back, grooming her hair like a normal primate. Twilight laughed as she walked herself and Spike back to the cave temple. "You're such a playful monkey today, aren't you?" Twilight asked. "I'm like this everyday, Big Sis. I just wish Big Bro Shining would play with me from time-to-time," Spike said. "You know you're big brother's job is to protect this mountain from the Demons. They will want to hurt you and us if they find us," Twilight said. "Your training is to help you gain the power to fight them." As Spike was grooming Twilight, his curiosity got the best of him. "Twilight... are Demons really as bad as everyone else says they are?" Twilight had carried him all the way to the cave entrance when she replied. Her voice was one of a teacher speaking to her student. - Five centuries ago, the land was united under the peaceful rule of Queen Hearth. Her rule had seen widespread peace and happiness spread throughout both the land of Equestria and even our neighbors of Yakyakistan, the Hippogriff Holy State, the Kirin Republic, the Griffon Empire, and the Dragonlands. One day, an eclipse blocked out the sun. This eclipse lasted for three whole days with no reason as to why. When the eclipse finally ended, people found dark portals opening up at random locations. These portals led to the Shadowsphere, the dark realm that belonged to the Demons. Hordes of them spewed forth from the portals and rapidly took most of the land before we had any time to react. Demons are stronger, faster, and more durable than us mortals, and not to mention their strange evil magic. They took over the land in less than a year, and our neighbors try their best to appease the Demons to prevent an invasion of their own lands. Nowadays, the Demons rule the land as absolute overlords. The mortals that live in a Demon's domain are subjected to horrible things. It was divine providence that led to us being hidden away in the mountains to bring a hero into the world. - Spike had heard this story before from the others, but he always liked it when Twilight told him this story. But Spike always had the feeling that she had never even seen a Demon before. And that got Spike to thinking. "Why would the Demons come to this realm to begin with if they had their own realm to live in?" Spike asked. "Because Demons are the incarnations of evil, Spike. There's no rhyme or reason to their behavior. They hate us because we have a world of vibrant life, something that the Shadowsphere lacks," Twilight replied. "Demons hate mortals because we have what they don't." "Still, I would like to know the real reason why the Demons came to our realm. Maybe I should ask a Demon," Spike said. "Listen, Spike, Demons would rather eat you than talk to you," Twilight said. "There's no such thing as a nice Demon." They soon entered Twilight's room, which was stocked with various scrolls of magic for him to read and study. Twilight took a position in front of Spike and pulled out a scroll to read. "OK, Spike. This is a magic lesson you'll enjoy," Twilight said. "Today, you're going to be learning how to summon magic constructs using various talismans." That was something Spike had been looking forward to learning. He'd already learned how to control fire, increase his physical abilities, and even shapeshift, but now he wanted to learn how to create magic constructs. Twilight hands Spike one of the talismans that she created and continued her lesson. "This is a bat talisman, which will obviously create a bat made of pure mystic energy," Twilight said. "I want you to simply keep the image of a bat in your mind as you channel your energy into the talisman." Spike took the talisman in his hand and did exactly as he was instructed. He closed his eyes and thought of a fluttering bat like the ones he's seen in the caves. He thought of every little detail, like the bat's leathery wings, large ears, face, feet, and even the individual hairs on the bat's body. At the same time he was focusing all of his energy into the talisman. Warmth flooded into his hands and the talisman disappears in a puff of smoke with a small brown bat in its place. "Ha! I did it!" Spike said loudly. "Good job, bro! I only mastered that after trying ten times," Twilight said. "Now let's work on controlling your construct. All you really need to do is imagine what you want your construct to do." The little bat in Spike's hand leapt up into the air and flies around in circles. Spike is smiling and laughing in ecstasy from the success of learning this new spell, his tail wagging rapidly. Twilight chuckled. "Very good, Spike, now let's dispel your construct," Twilight said. "Simply remove your energy from it with your hand." Spike held out his hand and focused on reclaiming his energy from the bat. As the bat was flying around in circles, it disappears in a puff of smoke. "Well done, Spike. Let's continue practicing," Twilight said. The duo continued with practicing with Spike summoning and controlling the constructs he creates until Velvet came into the room saying that it was time for lunch. Spike jumped up into his mom's arms and started to groom her affectionately. "Mom! Mom! I learned some new spells today!" Spike said with pride. "Did you now? What spells did your sister teach you?" Velvet asked. "I learned how to create things with talismans!" Spike replied. "You must be hungry after all that learning, so let's go and eat," Velvet said. "OK, Mom," Spike said. Velvet carried Spike and Twilight followed them to the dining area of the family as they sat down for lunch. Spike's older brother Shining Armor sat next to Spike and his sister-in-law Cadence sat next to him. Sitting for her was difficult due to the enlarged stomach she had. Shining smiled as he helped Cadence sit down and Spike smiled at her. "When do you think the baby's going to be born, Big Sis Cadence?" Spike asked. "Not for a few more months, little brother. Though I can tell you're excited to be an uncle," Cadence said with a smile. Spike then walked behind her and began to groom her hair like a normal monkey. He was halfway finished when Velvet came out with plates and bowls of food. Spike got a plate of apples, fish, eggs, and rice to enjoy. Spike pant-hoots in excitement as he ate the food. Shining looked down at his little primate brother with a smile. "You excited for your combat lessons, bro?" Shining Armor asked. "I'm excited to kick your butt again!" Spike said. "You know I'm a good fighter already!" "I know, but every bit of training helps. And besides, Demons are powerful, and will try anything and everything to win," Shining said. "Don't worry, Twilight will play with you afterwards." "Twilight already said she'd play with me. And I'm sure you'll be too busy caring for Big Sis Cadence to play with me," Spike said. "How about this? I'll play with you once the baby is born," Shining suggested. "Awesome! I'll hold you to it!" Spike said. Nightlight took this opportunity to ask his eldest son some rather grave questions. "Son, have your familiars found anything worth reporting?" he asked. "Well, there haven't been any Demons seen around here for the past few months," Shining replied. "They haven't even been spotted in the river valley where they usually crawl." Nightlife and the other grown-ups looked to each other in stern contemplation. Spike was simply innocently munching on fresh apples as he was starting to worry about the unhappy looks on the faces of his family. So Spike did what any primate would do to ease the tension: grooming. He knuckle-walked his way over to Cadence and finished grooming her hair, which got a chuckle out of her as his adept fingers worked through her hair. The rest of the family visibly relaxed at seeing Spike's display of affection. "Well, I guess I can just reinforce the protection talismans around the area just to be safe," Shining said as Spike moved on to groom him. "Good. We don't know if those monsters are planning anything, but we're not going to take any chances," Nightlight said. As Spike moved on to groom Twilight, a white bird flew into the room and landed in front of Shining Armor squawking like mad. It was one of his familiars that he had patrolling the mountain, and it was squawking and flapping in a way that did not bode well. Shining Armor's face was one of shock and foreboding. "The sky... it's turning dark way too quickly," Shining said gravely. Everyone stood up and Spike was starting to get worried. He followed the family as they all rushed to the mouth of their cave home. He looked to Twilight in concern. "What's going on, Twilight?" he asked. "The Demons are coming! Which means we need to find a way to get out of here!" Twilight replied. When they arrived at the mouth of the cave, they saw that their greatest fear is coming to pass. The sky was indeed getting darker at a faster rate than natural. It was only noon and yet it was already looking like twilight and getting darker by the second. The air was also getting colder as various birds and animals began flying and running away from the increasing darkness approaching. Nightlight and Velvet were shaken by this. "There's no doubt about it. The Demons are here," Nightlight said. "We need to evacuate immediately!" "What about the barrier?" Cadence asked. "We don't have time to reinforce it and I don't think we can fight off an army of Demons!" Velvet replied. "We just need to evacuate the temple and get out of here!" The family ran back into the cave and to their small temple to retrieve the scrolls and items they needed. Twilight and Cadence were using their magic to store all of their scrolls into magic bags to carry them all. Shining Armor used his talismans to create terracotta warriors to send out and defend the family should the Demons make their way up the mountain. Spike was trying his best to help them all. Once everyone was done, they all met in the inner sanctum on front of the idols of the Celestial Sisters. Nightlight put two talismans on the idols and a magic gate opened. "This will take us to another mountain in the south. This is our only way to get out of here!" Velvet said. "What about me?" Spike asked. "You all have been training me to fight Demons, so I can protect you all!" Twilight put her hands on Spike's shoulders and looked at him. "Spike, you haven't grown enough to take on even one Demon. You need to grow stronger so that you can fight Demons." Spike didn't want to argue with his older sister, so he simply nodded. Nightlife led his wife, Shining Armor, and Cadence through the portal before ushering for Spike and Twilight to go through the portal. Before they could enter the portal, the ground started to shake. The Demons had already began their assault the mountain and were making their way past the terracotta warriors outside the cave. The shaking from the battle caused a section of the roof to collapse. It would've hit Nightlight if Spike didn't leap forward and kick his dad right into the portal. The collapsing ceiling also crushed the idols that were creating the portal. The portal disappeared immediately, leaving Spike and Twilight inside a dangerous situation. "Spike! We need to get out of here and away from the Demon forces!" Twilight said. "OK, Sis!" Spike said. Spike followed Twilight outside the cave and were greeted to a bad sight. Right in front of the mouth of the cave was a huge force of armored Demons. The Demons were growling and snarling at the pair while glaring at them with shining red eyes. The Demons then parted to make way for their commander. The Demon commander had deep red skin, pointed ears, orange hair, and a pair of smooth horns on the top of his forehead. He smiled at the pair as he approached. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the tiny priestess and her little fuzzy pet," the Demon commander said. "Took us a little bit of time to find you, but at least we finally did." Twilight took a defensive stance with a pair of talismans ready. Spike took a fighting stance and growled at the armed foes before him. The Demon leader smiled at their displays before turning his eyes towards Spike. "I take it that you're the hero that the Celestial Sisters had sent to this realm?" the Demon commander asked. "Yeah. My name is Spike, Hero of Heaven! Who are you?" Spike replied. "My name is General Garble, the Demon in charge of the garrison of this region. And you're definitely the hero I've been sent to kill," Garble said. "I can sense the divine power within your body, which is a problem for us Demons." Twilight stepped between Spike and Garble. "If you want to get to my little brother, you have to get through me!" Garble simply smiled at her in a sinister manner. "Alright, then." With a snap of his fingers, Garble's soldiers all took battle stances with their weapons raised at the two. Twilight whispered to Spike to give him instructions. "Spike, take the special peach I have in my pocket and run away as quickly as you can," Twilight said. Spike reached into her pocket and pulled out a fresh-looking peach. Twilight then whispered more orders to him. "I need you to eat that peach and run. I already ate the other one the Sisters gave me, so I should be fine," Twilight said. As Spike began to eat the peach, the soldiers all started to rush towards the two. Spike finished his peach and stood his ground alongside Twilight. "I'm not going to abandon you, Sis!" Spike said. "Spike, you need to leave! You're our world's only hope!" Twilight said. "You also said that you'd always be by my side! You can't throw away that promise now!" Spike said. Twilight sighed with a smile. "Guess there's no time like the present to test your skills out in the field," Twilight said. "But if things get too bad, we run." The soldier nearest to Twilight raised his sword to strike her down, but Spike ran forward and knocked him away with a single punch. The Demon soldier flew fifty feet before crashing into a nearby tree. The other soldiers were shocked to see so much power coming from such a small monkey. Garble whistled. "Wow! You knocked away a single soldier. How will fare against my whole battalion, though?" Garble asked. The rest of the Demons tried to rush Spike all at once. Twilight used several talismans to create more terracotta warriors to fight them while Spike put his brother's combat training to good use. Channeling his power, Spike was able to dodge and weave the strikes of the Demons' weapons and land multiple blows from his fists, feet, and even his tail. The Demons he fought were flying in every direction, leaving the Demons in reserve in shock while Garble simply looked at him as if studying Spike. "Sir, that monkey boy's decimating us!" one of his soldiers shouted. "Are you sure? He's not even killing our troops," Garble said. "I can tell that his strikes are all non-lethal. He truly is a creature born of Heaven if he refuses to harm anyone, even Demons. He's so pure and good that it makes me want to puke." Once Spike finished off the rest of the Demons, he turned towards Garble. "Your buddies are all down! Take your army and leave our mountain alone!" Garble walked towards Spike and drew his sword. "And what makes you think I would want to do that?" "Because you're the only one left. You can't win against me and my sister," Spike replied. "I wouldn't be too sure about that," Garble said, readying his sword for battle. "Let's just see how much of a hero you are." Garble rushed forward with blazing speed and swung his sword. Spike caught it in the palms of his hands and moved the sword to the side while driving his elbow into Garble's nose. He felt his foe's nose break as he was knocked back several feet. Garble got up and looked at his own black blood in his hands before looking back up at Spike in anger. "You little monkey fuck! I am a general in the Shadow Legions! I won't be beaten by a fucking monkey!" Garble shouted. The enraged Garble tried to swing his sword at Spike over and over again, but Spike kept his brother's teachings in mind and dodged and parried every one of the strikes below landing multiple blows on Garble. He then grabbed Garble's sword with his tail and threw it the ground before driving his fist into Garble's chin with an uppercut. Garble flew backwards several feet and landed on a nearby boulder with several cracks forming from the force. Spike then stood before him. "You and your fellows are done. Leave this mountain," Spike said. "I won't kill you, but I will beat you again if you come around again." Garble struggled to get to his feet and spit out some blood. "You don't know my superiors well, do you? If I go back in defeat, they'll kill me themselves... and it won't be quick... or painless. So fuck you and your mercy!" The Demon reached into his pocket and pulled out a black dagger. Before Spike could stop him, Garble plunged his dagger into his chest. Garble screamed in pain before his body disappeared into a burst of ashes, leaving Spike shocked at the sight of pain and death. Twilight joined Spike. "Spike, I'm so sorry that you had to see that. But we managed to win for now," Twilight said. "When the rest of the Demons find out about this, they'll send their best and most terrifying after us. We have to leave the mountain." It took Spike a while to respond. "Yeah. Let's go. If any Demon threatens us or any innocent people, I'll stop them." "You mean we'll stop them. I promised to always be by your side and I meant it," Twilight said. "Shall we go? We need to plan a strategy if we're going to be constantly fighting Demons. We need to be prepared." "OK, Sis," Spike said, taking Twilight's hand. "I'm not worried. We'll fight them together. And then we'll find our family." Spike and Twilight walked down the mountain to begin their journey together. What they didn't see was the raven that was watching them as well as the prior fight. The raven took off to the west of the mountain. + + + + + Obsidian Castle A female Demon wearing a fancy purple robe was waking down the long hallways of Obsidian Castle to the special meeting chamber for all of the other Lords to gather. The raven she received had brought her some unsavory news that she had to talk to the others about. Her only hope was that Lord Sombra wasn't there. The last Demon she wanted to deal with was that smarmy narcissistic prick. Lord Sombra is effective at keeping the humans in his region in check, but he was bloated with smug preening. Either way, she took a left and walked through the double-doors to the meeting chamber. Inside the meeting chamber was a long table with a fireplace in the far end with purple flames spewing forth as well as purple lanterns providing eerie light to the otherwise dour room. Seated at the table were various other Demon Lords, including famous ones such as Tirek, Chrysalis, and the Dazzlings. The female Demon sat down next to Chrysalis and got a smile from the Mistress of Many Forms. "Ah, Lady Starlight, I didn't expect you to travel here for this. Then again, it is a rather stressful situation for all of us," Chrysalis said. "Indeed, it, is, Lady Chrysalis. If the reports I heard were true, then we all need to do something about it," Starlight said. The doors opened again and a bigger Demon entered the room and sat down at the head of the table. He wore a black and red robe and maintained a more human appearance, save for his glowing red eyes and ghostly pale skin. Joining his left side is a female Demon with a similar human form except for her red eyes and pointed ears. The lead male Demon spoke in a voice that echoed unnaturally. "Now that we're all here, let us call this meeting to order," he said calmly. "I trust you all received the same news I did?" "We did, Shadow Khan. We've all received ravens saying that not only has a nest of priests summoned a hero, but that same hero defeated an entire garrison of our troops," Tirek said. "We lost General Garble in the fight, but he was a Lower Demon so no real major loss on our part." "I'm not surprised we lost him. I don't even remember why he was promoted to general to begin with," Adagio said. "Still though, taking down an entire garrison of Demon soldiers is no easy feat for anyone." "Indeed, that's why we need to be focusing solely on this green monkey," Sombra said. "According to the ravens that were there for the fight, Garble was the only casualty of the fight, and he took his own life." Everyone in the room stared in disbelief. Starlight spoke up next. "Wait, this warrior defeated all of our troops but didn't kill anyone?" Starlight asked. "Evidently. If he doesn't kill, then he really must be a hero from Heaven," Aria said. "Still, if he's this powerful right now, then his power may only grow from here." "Indeed, my friends. We need to send word out to every Demon in the land and tell them to be on high alert, and place a bounty on the monkey boy's head," Shadow Khan said. "As of this moment, we're going to war. To ensure our rule over this world, we need to stomp out the wretched monkey once and for all." With that, the meeting was adjourned. Shadow Khan and his secretary left the room followed by the rest of the Lords, with Starlight leaving last. She knew how much trouble this monkey hero could bring, but she had already thought up a scheme to handle him. "This monkey may be powerful, but his unwillingness to kill leaves him weak. And this is something I fully intend to exploit," Starlight thought to herself.

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Beach Babe Blitz

Sunset Shimmer, Rainbow Dash, Spike, and a number of beach babes enjoy a day by the ocean.

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<p>After recent troubles that have overtaken the 'Cyberverse', many of its inhabitants are in dire need of a vacation. Thus, Rainbow Dash helps organize a trip with a number of her beautiful friends, Sunset Shimmer finds a date, and Spike is invited to join in after he ferries some of the arrivals to the last known beach that hasn't been contaminated! But things turn spicy after a fierce, heated volleyball game...</p><p>Note: All characters are 18 or older.</p>

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2024-08-15T23:27:32+00:00

Sunlight bore down on the sandy beach, where crystal clear waters washed in waves across the shore. In the 'Cyberverse' many parts of the mega cities which stretched across the horizons were tinged in perpetual night, yet the city never truly slept either, bathed in neon lights and flashing advertisements. However, aside from the skyscrapers, a mountain range could be seen from her, framed by a blue sky with the occasional fluffy white cloud that complimented its beauty. For some citizens, it was difficult to believe any portion of the natrural world remained, since most couldn't afford to leave the city limits. Yet with a new mayor, some people hoped that would soon change. One of these idealists was Eclipsed Heart, popstar princess and leader of the band B.A.B.E. With her hot pink ponytail, large eyes that matched in color, and a plus figure with charcoal skin, she immediately stood out, especially since she'd arrived at the sea wall in a tiny pink bikini. She wished her boyfriend could make it, but since his own band was still on tour, she hunched over and sent him a text on her cellphone before she put it away on the cab she arrived in. She asked the cabbie, “Are you sure that's enough? We'll probably want to stick around well after nightfall!” The driver, Spike, waved it off with a smile. “Hey, don't worry about it! You already paid me a small fortune, probably a hundred times what I'd usually make in a day! Plus, er, the view's nice.” His cheeks colored, as he tried his hardest to look respectfully at the beach babes that arrived. Wherever one looked, they wore similar scanty, scandalous bathing suits, slings and thongs that left very little to the imagination, the fabric so thin perky nipples and the outline of vulvas were faintly visible beneath. He swallowed hard and reached for a mug of fresh, steamy coffee. “You're so sweet!” She beamed back. “Sure you don't want to join us?” “Eer, I wouldn't want to impose on an all-girl trip. Maybe later? Gonna get some shut eye for now.” He doffed his cap, picked up a newspaper, and tried not to leer when she turned and headed to the stone stairs which led to the beach, his gaze locked on the swivel of hips and pert buttocks. More women stepped out from the back of his cab, or from other vehicles that arrived. Some of them, such as Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, and Vinyl Scratch, were old pals. Then, there were Eclipsed's bandmates. First came Wispy Willow, a tigress nekomata with two-toned, black-and-white hair done up in a Chinese-style double-bun, and an accent to match. With a supple pear-shaped build, a size or two wider on the bottom, she wore a sensual crimson bikini. Her striped tail split into two behind her, and shook with her posterior when she strutted ahead. Then, there was her sister, Kitsune of the Nine-Tails, a vixen with tails to match her namesake. Golden-yellow fur and a copper-colored, silky mane adorned the statuesque woman, who partially obscured her features behind her locks. Like Wispy, they were products of banned experimentation. She, too, dressed in skimpy swimwear, a black ensemble to contrast her thin, velvety fur coat. Spike swallowed an instinctive whistle at the view of all the half-naked beauties. So lost was he in the moment, he yelped when Wispy suddenly blocked his view, face-to-face with a smirk. “Hhm, what's on your mind, bad boy? Ready to see how spicy this meet up is about to turn?” She brushed the partially crumpled newspaper aside. “Kinda old-fashioned, don't you think?” “I like the classics,” he defended. “I'm sure you do~.” Wispy bent forward past him to better read the paper, so close that her barely hidden breasts were suspended in his face and swayed, the tips of her nipples poked into the fabric. He swallowed hard, the newspaper rustled when he shifted it to better hide his hard on. “Bah? The sports section, really? We can do better than that! Here!” She leaned into the car, halfway shuffled over the seat, and her soft breasts squished and rubbed across his face in the process, before he was treated to her hip and striped asscheek pressed into his own cheek, her tails and butt shaking back-and-forth while she dug through her bag. “Ah, here it is!” She tossed a PlayPony magazine onto his lap, the cover adorned by a famous model, Fleur de Lis, near a state of undress. Spike frowned. “Uh, thanks?” “Don't mention it!” She shifted back out of the window to face him. “You can keep it! Just try not to leave any stains, okay? It's a collector's item!” She snickered, slid out fully, and scampered off. His curiosity peaked, he made sure none of the girls' eyes were on him before he cracked open the magazine, skimmed some articles to find something that caught his interest, and paused whenever he came to a section where the lovely Fleur bared it all in tasteful, sensuous poses, particularly when he came to the foldout, the tall model sculpted to absolute perfection, a feast for his eyes. Already, his mind wandered to all the succulent women here in a similar, denuded state. Meanwhile, rather than bother with the stone stairs, Wispy cheerfully shouted when she leaped down and landed, clawed feet first, into the dunes below, and kicked up a sandcloud. Seashells and seaweed decorated the wet sands further ahead, and a few small crabs scuttled past. Near her, Kitsune sailed down with help from her nine tails and touched down with the sands practically untouched when she balanced on a toe. Gulls squaked and squealed overhead, her ears perked when she listened to them, her nostrils flared when she breathed in the salty air. “Showoff,” teased Wispy at how her sister landed. “I didn't intend to be flashy,” admitted Kitsune in a soft-spoken voice, who drew her arms close to herself. “Honestly, I'd prefer not to draw attention. This swimsuit reveals a tad too much.” “Trust me, they'll love it! You have a killer body! All the beach babe bitches here do!” “Imoto,” chided Kitsune. “Do not speak of our friends that way.” “Lighten up! We're all sexy as hell, and we know it! That's why we left all the boys behind, other than that puppy Spike, since I doubt they could keep their hands off all this hotness! Come on!” She took her by the hand, directed her further in to where Sunset placed down some towels. Ahead, Eclipsed let the shallow waves splash over her feet with a pleasant shiver, and beyond her Rainbow Dash swam in the ocean, her wet, lean form left to sparkle under the sun's rays. Music boomed from Vinyl Scratch's customized car when it pulled to a stop. Eyes hidden behind colored shades and a body hidden by very little indeed, she flashed a smile down the sea wall, and carried a cooler with her when she headed in, another of many invited still to come. Over the next hour, more women made an appearance. The friendly rival band to B.A.B.E., composed of three women and known as S.L.U.T. Their leader, Carrion Hellfire, had a wild, spiky, half-shaven punk mane, her lean and toned form adorned by a metallic bikini with a sheen and spikes where her nipples should be. A metallic plume lined her arms, which she used to sail down. Next came Obrya Slithervane, a woman so tall she dwarfed most people, especially with the coiled up snake tail that made up her lower half. Lime-colored hair delicately slithered down her bare shoulders, adorned by a necklace of shrunken skulls that served as a bra but otherwise nude, flesh bled into scales in a way where her heart-shaped buttocks and vulva were on full display. Lastly, Riptide Ruth, a mountain of muscle and a land shark, stomped wherever she walked despite how softly she tried to walk. Even compared to Obrya, she was a titan, dressed in camo pants, combat boots, and a tanktop, a variety of beach equipment carried in her chiseled arms. Eclipsed's eyes sparkled when they came their way. “I knew you'd come!” “Good to see ya,” said Carrion with a rasp, whose crooked grin revealed sharp, metal-tipped teeth. “Good thing these cybernetics are water-proof, huh slags?” She tilted her head back at her band, who carved a path across the sands they crossed. “Hey, Ripper, it's yer natural element!” “That it is,” replied Ruth, who planted down the equipment, each collapsed piece folded out with mechanized whirs. The land shark released a few drones which whirred to life. “Gonna send these babies out to keep watch over the area. Just in case. Don't want peepers in our private area.” “I can't really blame them~,” said Obrya in her slow, seductive voice with a shimmy of her hips and snake tail. “Mmm, a shame my boyfriend wasn't able to make it. Girly eye candy as far as the eye can see, but only a lone male specimen!” She wiggled her elongated tongue at the cab driver, and removed the one garment she wore, the necklace of skulls, and languishly stretched with arms raised and her back arced to thrust out her heavy breasts, her serpentine eyes closed. Carrion said, “Time to make ourselves more comfortable, yeah? Don't be shy!” She removed her metal bikini, bared her lean, toned body to the salty breeze with a chuckle. “C'mon, Ripper!” Riptide Ruth awkwardly looked between everyone. “I know I'm not much to look at, so don't mind me, but I'm sure the ocean'll fill nice on my shark skin.” Her face colored a little when she stripped, her taut mass of muscles unable to hide her massive breasts. The band's techie went ahead first, waded into the waters, then dived into a deeper portion to swim beside Rainbow Dash. Gentle waves lapped over Dash, who tried not to stare at the self-conscious shark woman. From what she knew of Ruth, she was ex-military, where she'd been experimented on, upped her muscle mass, testosterone, even altered her sexual preferences as a side-effect, which had made her a perfect fit when Carrion Hellfire recruited her into an all-lesbian hardcore band...albeit, poster girl Obrya Slithervane was actually bisexual and only played the sapphic part for her public persona. Bolstered by her nude presence, Dash yanked away her own bikini, balled them up, and tossed the wet fabric all the way onto the shore, thankful that Eclipsed fetched it for her so it wouldn't be washed away. Then, the athlete did a few backstrokes with closed eyes and a lazy smile. One-by-one, peer pressure and eroded inhibitons made more of the women cast away their clothes. Wispy Willow let her breasts bounce free, and bent over to step out of the bottom piece, which she kicked aside with a snicker. Vinyl Scratch, too, who'd set up her sound system, also performed as a DJ in the nude, which she often had at her own private, popular club. While the drinks from Vinyl's cooler were non-alcoholic, the sweet flavor hit Eclipsed Heart with her own small buzz, her charcoal cheeks aflame when she hiccuped. She sat on a fold out chair, under an umbrella to shade her. “Th-this is nice,” she said, a little shaky on her feet. Wispy leaned forward to meet her face with a laugh. “Don't tell me you're already in sugar shock, sweetheart? Why don't you slip out of that swimsuit, go for a swim?” She tugged at Eclipsed's bikini strings, which Eclipsed barely held onto before her attire slinked away. “C'mon, it'll be fun~!” “I-I don't know...” Eclipsed crushed the soda can and put it in a waste bin. Yet when she saw more invited beach beauties come, and quickly discard their own costumes, she finally stood and allowed her own bikini to fall away, her dark skin contrasted by the sunshine that bore down on her. A couple of arrivals included Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, a pair of nudists that came in the latter's old-fashioned van, and Babs Seed, former head of the mercenary crew B.A.B.S., before she sold the rights to Eclipsed Heart, who'd turned it into her band B.A.B.E. Babs now served as a mechanic, who'd worked behind the scenes in the last contest, the athletic woman supple where it counted. Wispy whistled when the women bared themselves, too. “What about you, sister?” “I shouldn't,” said Kitsune with a blush and her face half-hidden by her coppery mane. The vixen looked to Sunset, who hadn't undressed yet unlike most of them, and her heart skipped a beat. Gently, Sunset took the fox's hand and smiled. “Come on.” She led her away to a more private area, past a boulder covered in moss, to a palm tree that cast a spacious shadow, framed by the backdrop of murky caves that met the sea wall. “You don't have to, but maybe it'll be easier if I'm first?” That said, Sunset slowly undid her top, and allowed her breasts to fall out with a sway before they settled into place. Gradually, she then stepped out of the bottom portion, a muff with a short flame of pubic hair above her snatch revealed. She blushed at the vixen with a coquettish smile. “You...you are beautiful,” whispered Kitsune. “Thanks! So are you,” she replied. “Do you want to head back, or-?” “W-wait,” pleaded Kitsune, who'd seized her wrist a bit more firmly than anticipated. Sunset turned to face her. “I...I-I l-like...” She trailed off, tried to turn and pull away, but found Sunset's hand close firmly over her own, the vixenx drawn closer until her snout crushed into soft, warm lips. Gradually, the ex-assin melted into Sunset's tender, yet passionate kiss. Felt her thin-furred and barely clad statuesque body press into Sunset's own. The pair embraced against the palm tree trunk, then their hands started to wander experimentally. Guiding Sunset's fingers to her swimsuit, she allowed her to undo it, slip it from her succulent body, fully bared to Sunset's curious eyes. When their mouths disconnected, they were still tethered by mixed saliva, and their bosoms heaved with pent up frustrations finally released. “Sunset admitted, “I'm usually more into boys, honestly. Not sure I could ever settle down with a chick, no matter how cute and sweet she is.” “O-oh.” Kitsune's ears flattened. “But! That doesn't mean we can't have some fun, does it? Just figure I should tell it to you straight, I don't intend to string someone who's crushing on me along. Believe me, I've had a few hookups in the past, with Rainbow Dash and Babs Seed, but they didn't last. But, we can still date?” “...I'd like that,” confessed Kitsune, who allowed her to lead her back out onto the beach. They strolled hand-in-hand, let the shallow waves comb over their feet, the DJ's techno music a distant thrum. Kitsune wished Beatrix and Oona could have come, but knew the pair of travelers between the stars were busy in their own worlds, able to cross between the multiverse. A volleyball net had been set up, and at Sunset's insistence the couple decided to play a few rounds, where they teamed up with Eclipsed, Wispy, Rainbow, and Babs Seed. Their opponents were Carrion, Riptide, Obrya, Fluttershy, Tree Hugger, and Vinyl Scratch, while Spike was called in to play referee. The cabbie swallowed hard, but nonetheless descended the stairs down the sea wall and took a whistle. “Get out of that uniform,” teased Wispy, who practically ripped off his clothes. “Okay, okay!” Spike stripped himself down to his boxers, his body lean but chiseled. Wispy snickered. “Heh he. Why don't you take it all off...?” She pulled on his shorts. “Not sure I-” Yet he found himself liberated from his scant attire, and his hard on bounced free with a bob, red-faced. “I-I'm sorry! I can't help it!” He tried not to stare at all the beach beauties. “I don't think they mind,” said Wispy. “Now, you know the rules, don't you?” He nodded. “Good! Then flip the coin and call who starts! Tails,” she declared with a shake of her own striped tails. He flipped the out-of-fashion coin. “Sorry. Heads.” She pouted, but returned to her spot on one side of the net, whereupon Carrion spiked the volleyball. The sphere hurled back-and-forth, cybnertics, magic, and any extra appendages such as Obrya's tail banned from the contest. He kept track of each point scored, his eyes drawn to the bounce of breasts and butts with their movements. They worked themselves into a sweaty mess. Rainbow Dash, Wispy Willow, Carrion Hellfire, and Babs Seed proved particularly competitive. Glistening , supple physiques, bared snatches, and the wobble of tits and asses filled his view wherever he looked, as his cock painfully throbbed without release, no doubt Wispy's choice to further tease him! He desperately wanted to touch himself, to scratch that terrible itch, but instead they continued to tempt him in a wobble of bare skin. An hour passed before the game reached its end. He whistled and determined the score, 23 to 21, with Carrion's side declared the winner. “No hard feelings I hope, huh slags?” She shook Dash's hand, while Eclipsed huffed her chest and collapsed onto the dunes. Wispy bent over, hands on her knees while she panted, and stared at Ruth, the land shark slow but able to block shots well. Sunset tossed her wet mane. “We could always trade players, try another round later.” “Yeah,” shouted Dashie. “Then, we'll really beat those cute butts!” She crossed under the net, planted playful smacks on Shy's and Tree's asses, who yelped in surprise as their cheeks rippled. “Poor Spike. Hey, Wispy, what say we head back to his cab for a while?” She winked at her. “You're on,” replied Wispy, as they led him up the stairs. They didn't allow him a chance to recover his boxers, forcing his butt back onto a car seat after they threw the door open. They knelt down before him, started to stroke his already half-erect cock. “Why don't you show us your secret?” He shuddered in pleasure. “S-secret?” “You know,” said Dashie with an eyeroll. “You're a werewolf, aren't you?” “Y-yeah, that's true.” In truth, he wasn't the native Spike to this world...that one was a drake that had been the former mayor and CEO. While this Spike came from another universe, where he'd been little more than a mutt...and when he arrived here, soon found he could transform into a werewolf, once unable to control the transformation. “But I can't easily make the switch, you know? Usually, um, someone has to really work me up! Either when I'm really furious, or-” “Horny,” finished Dashie, with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah, we can do that!” They started to nuzzle his vein-lined shaft with their heated cheeks, peppered it in playful kisses and suckles. Gripping the seat, he shuddered and titled his head back, as they doubled-teamed his dick, licked up the precum that oozed down its sides, assaulted by the salty flavor of his lust while they worked him over. Eventually, Dashie took his tip into her lips and started to bob her head, while Wispy lapped at his length and balls. His digits threaded into their hair, helped direct them to service him, while their orifices clenched with desire, pussies moist since they'd anticipated the beach trip would end like this. On occasion, the women alternated, his tool swallowed down Wispy's wet maw. Wispy snaked a hand down, but rather than tease her own pretty kitty, she instead sunk into Dashie's with a wet squelch. Pink pussy folds clamped around the intrusion, and Dash returned the favor, Willow's own cunt speared by the invasion, their ears filled by the sounds of messy squelches. Spike clenched his teeth and tightened his hold into their hair. “I-I'm close,” he warned, as pulses traveled through his cock and balls, their mouths filled with the slimy feel and taste of his precum. His eyes shifted to the horizon, and noticed that the sun had started to dip with the threat of dusk. Hairs on his body started to turn into furs. Groanns rose from his belly. Dashie, who currently sucked him off, felt Wispy's firm hand on her skull, her face forced down to take more of his cock to the hilt and hold it there. Dash's eyes widened when she felt his dick swell in her throat, saw the spit-slicked, precum-stained base expand into a knot, as red mutt dick filled her mouth. His size increased, almost choked her when it traveled deeper down her throat. His muscles expanded, deepened, he became taller, more bestial, his face expanded into a snout. He howled, and his claw helped Wispy hold Rainbow's face in place when he throbbed and erupted. How loads hosed down her throat, filled her belly, swelled her cheeks to overflow and exploded out her nostrils, which burned. Tears dotted the corners of her eyes, but she steeled herself to take it, cam in thick squirts over Wispy's intrusion when she continued to rapidly blast her fucktunnel. A pop sounded when he withdrew his slim dick, with such force and speed its heated size slapped Dashie and Wispy alike across the face, both stained with his emissions and their eyes quickly shut with hot blushes when he continually unloaded cumshot-after-comshot across their messed up features. The werewolf came volumes that would put any normal man to shame, their own personal bukkake, which hosed down their titties too and sloped over their succulent curves. Wispy craned her head to meet Dash's lips, kissed her to slurp out her cum-filled mouth. However, 'Spike' was far from done, his conscious mind lost beneath an instinct to breed. His claws scooped them up by the waist into the vehicle which barely fit them with the seats up, Rainbow bent over, while he planted Wispy to face him, his snout shoved into her kitty cunt. He drove his knotted cock into Dashie, made her yelp when he spread her wide open, and made a feast of Wispy's pussy. They squirmed and dripped in lust around him, Dash's cheeks clapped when he pounded her. “F-fuck,” cried Dash, palms leaned on the dashboard, helpless to do much but take it. Not that she minded, another climax driven from her, which wracked her lithe, nubile form. “Good boy~,” squealed Wispy as his tongue spread her walls wide open, drove cervix-deep into her, tickled her spongy g-spot when his firm muscle squirmed around her pink, slick folds. She wrapped her thighs around his head, grinded her snatch into his moist snatch as they were claimed by the bestial wolf. His claws wandered possessively over them, kneaded and squeezed supple fleshiness. Lost in ecstasy, Wispy quaked and arced so far back her tits mashed onto the dashboard window, boobs and nippl;es flattened on the surface while he savored her twat, drank down her squirts while more washed over his snout and down his furred chin and barrel chest. Claws mashed into her striped buttocks, careful not to break the skin, rolled and spread her buns open. Her lust trickled down the cleft of her ass, over her puckered asshole, and slid down Dashie, pounded silly below. 'Spike' couldn't see his friends anymore in this form. He saw bitches. His bitches. To be conquered and claimed, made sexually submissive to him, his knot forced into Dashie's slit with a pop when he speared past her final barrier, into her slippery womb, which he started to hose down. Dashie's voice cracked when she screeched in a feminine manner, coming on his crotch as her belly swelled. A claw encircled one of Dash's pert buns, spreading the cheek as his thumb sank into her pink, warm, pliable sphincter, which also clamped down on him, like she did his red cock in an attempt to milk out every last, virile drop. Luckily for her, they weren't compatible, so he'd fail to seed her. Spent, Spike transformed back into a man and fell unconscious, unaware of what had happened after he started to transform. Wispy slipped from his shoulders, and her soft, furry butt landed atop Dash's own ass, which oozed out excessive spunk after Spike's now human cock slipped free of her. “Damn it,” whined Wispy. “I wanted a turn with him!” Dashie huffed and mumbled, “I'm sure he'll be up for another ride...whenever he wakes up.” The seats were stained, and the cab stank of sex, but for the most part the three of them were satisfied. Nor were they the only ones to explore a bit once the darkness started to settle in. Kitsune draped herself over the boulder, panted when Sunset sucked on one of her ears and fingered her without relent, determined to make the vixen come despite how her physical senses were dulled. Tree Hugger and Fluttershy discovered a private cove, where they arranged themselves to sixty-nine, the latter buried beneath the former's buttcheeks. Carrion ate Vinyl Scratch out from behind, while the DJ worked her portable turntables, and watched Eclipsed Heart and Obrya dance nude to her tunes. Babs Seed's freckled cheeks were rosey when she touched herself openly, bathed in the moon's rays and the ocean's waters, which made her bare skin shimmer. She waved Riptide Ruth over, spread her pussy open and allowed the land shark's mouth to assault her cunt like it was her last meal. A cacophony of moans were swallowed up by techno music that shook the air. Drones hovered overhead, and from them Ruth checked up on everyone to make sure they were safe. She smiled and momentarily savored the occasional, close up views of their scrumptious nude physiques. Midnight came. And then at dawn, some of the revelers passed out after hours of love and merriment, aware that the fun would eventually end and they would have to return to civilization. Despite the tie their race ended in, Dash and Wispy had their date, after all.

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Babs Seed,Cutie Mark Crusaders,Alternate Universe,Dark,Drama,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

It's Just A Shot Away

War changes everything it touches. Four young mares pulled into the fray are no exception.

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<p>On all corners of the world, the Lunar Empire is embroiled in war. Its soldiers are deployed across three continents, most of them conscripts.</p><p>One such conscript is Apple Bloom, and she is far from enthusiastic. She knows she isn't being sent overseas on some glorious crusade or some great adventure, she knows she isn't fighting to protect her or the freedom of her fellow ponies. This war is a racket. A racket to bring glory to a tyrant and bring wealth to her underlings. Sentient creatures are hurled into the woodchipper, and gold is spewed out the other end. A woodchipper she faces herself.</p><p>If only her friends would listen.</p><hr/><p>New chapters will be published when I write them. I'll <i>try</i> to aim for weekly chapter updates, but no promises.</p><hr/><p>Takes place in my <a href="/bookshelf/1891601/new-lunar-millennium" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline">New Lunar Millennium</span></a> alternate universe. More information can be found <a href="/story/533442/the-millennium-archives" rel="nofollow">here</a>, but no prior knowledge of my AU beyond the general concept is required to read this story.</p><p>Cover art drawn by <a href="https://twitter.com/ReddTheBat" rel="nofollow">ReddTheBat</a>. Post processing by me.</p><p>Proofread and edited by <a href="https://twitter.com/M1Sidral" rel="nofollow">Izzy Incraft</a>. Additional proofreading and consultation provided by <a href="/user/764714/ManniTeneriSunt" rel="nofollow">ManniTeneriSunt</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/thetaxmare" rel="nofollow">Kalashnikitty</a>.</p>

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2024-08-15T23:37:38+00:00

17:37 - 26/11/1004 - Ponyville, Equestria “And that’s how I beat Queen Chrysalis and saved Equestria!” Before Rainbow Dash had even finished telling her story, Scootaloo was hopping up and down with her wings fluttering faster than a hummingbird’s. “That was the coolest story I’ve ever heard!” she beamed. Her reaction was polar opposite to Sweetie Belle’s, her forelegs folded across her barrel as she leaned back into her beanbag chair. “Come on, Scoots. You don’t actually-” “What?” Rainbow immediately picked up on Sweetie’s skepticism, throwing her proud grin away as she whipped her head to face Sweetie. “What do you mean you don't believe me? It's true! It's true guys! Everything I say is true!” “Yeah, yeah.” Sweetie rolled her eyes. “Sure it is.” From the end of the school night to then, the Cutie Mark Crusaders had been under Rainbow Dash’s watch in the showroom of the Carousel Boutique. At that point, Rainbow collected the fillies from school on most nights, given that the crusaders’ families were busy with work at those hours and Rainbow was typically free. It was rare for the three crusaders to go straight home. After school, they went out and tried to get their cutie marks with Rainbow always thrilled to supervise and encourage. But on many nights, when the three were particularly tired but still wanted to hang out, they’d spend it either at Scootaloo’s house or in Rarity’s boutique until their guardians got home. In any case, Rainbow consistently kept an active current running through the trio that they didn’t petter out until much later. It did make it a pain when clothes they planned to wear the next day ended up covered in tree sap, a surprisingly common occurrence. “Well I believe you, Rainbow Dash!” assured Scootaloo. “You believe her, right?” she said, giving Apple Bloom a nudge. “Hm?” uttered Apple Bloom upon being nudged. Truth be told, Apple Bloom hadn’t been paying much attention to Rainbow’s story. Just enough to catch the broad strokes, something about being there when Queen Chrysalis tried to take over Equestria, about two years ago. Rainbow only really caught her interest at the parts when she zipped up and down the boutique’s showroom, to act out some dramatic chase across Cloudsdale she claimed to have been involved in. “You heard what she said, right? You believe it, don’t you?” Scootaloo repeated, nodding her head. Apple Bloom shrugged, facing Rainbow. “I ain’t got no reason to think you’re tellin’ a tall tale.” “Exactly!” Rainbow threw her front hooves forward, wings flared. “It all happened, exactly as I said it-” “Just one small thing been naggin’ at me,” Apple Bloom continued, standing up, stretching. “If you really were there, why not, I dunno, let ‘em fight?” That made Rainbow pause. “What are you talking about?” “Chrysalis, Nightmare Moon, they’re both worse than a worm in an apple,” Apple Bloom claimed, waving a hoof in the air. “Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if they just, like, offed each other?” Rainbow scoffed (and Scootaloo parroted her). “Uh, no!” Rainbow made no effort to hide the ire in her voice. “You know how bad Chrysalis was, right? If she took over Equestria, it'd be a million times worse! She’d be sucking all the love out of us, or she’d be turning us all into changelings, or, or she'd be laying eggs in us! And you don’t want to know how those eggs hatch!” “Ew.” Sweetie shuffled back. “Yeah! ‘Ew’ is right!” affirmed Rainbow. “You don’t want Chrysalis to win! You got that?” Apple Bloom shrugged. “I guess so,” she said. She couldn’t look Rainbow in the eye as she said it. “It’s not ‘I guess’, kid. Like, I know you got your reasons to think Nightmare Moon’s uncool. Most ponies have a reason. But stopping an evil greedy psycho like Chrysalis is good!” Rainbow hovered close to Apple Bloom, uncomfortably close. ‘Could feel sweat running down her forehead close’, and not her own sweat either. “Come on! You gotta admit that!” In a moment, a hundred ways that Apple Bloom could’ve countered Rainbow’s point bounced around in her head. Such as how the Lunar Empire’s war against the Changelings was purely imperialistic and self interested. Or how the foreign threat was used to silence internal dissent. Or how the scale of the threat was exaggerated in ways Rainbow repeated frequently. She knew specific explanations of oft repeated lies. She knew specific crimes done in the name of ‘strangling the Changeling threat’. She knew all of this, she had the courage to speak up, and all she needed was for that courage to build. But before she got that chance, the bell on the boutique’s front door rang, indicating it had swung open. Rainbow spun around to face the door, creating distance between her and Apple Bloom whilst glancing at a clock on the wall. “Huh. Twenty-to-six already?” Announcing her presence with an exaggerated yawn, Rarity sauntered through the front door. She’d already undone the shirt of her uniform, yet she hadn’t brought her mane out of its bun. “Hello everypony, I have returned!” she part-sighed part-sang. “Rarity!” Sweetie beamed, getting up and trotting up to her sister. A quick greeting of “Hi Rarity,” and “Hey Rares,” followed from the others in the boutique. Once in hoof’s reach of one another, Rarity snatched up Sweetie Belle into a hug, eliciting a squeak of protest from the filly. “Oh Sweetie, aren’t you just the pony I wanted to see after a hard night’s work,” she said, smiling. “I trust Rainbow’s been taking good care of you?” Sweetie Belle pulled out of the hug at her first chance. “Rainbow's been telling us stories about how she became a Night Guard.” She leaned in a step closer to Rarity and lowered her voice. “But I think they’re a load of minotaur shit.” “Sweetie!” Rarity gasped. “You don’t use such vulgarity! Who taught you that word?” “You did.” Rarity brought up a hoof ready to retort, but her breath seemed to catch in her throat. “Oh.” “Alright, Scoots!” Rainbow flexed her wings and stretched her legs. “I told your aunts I’d have you home before ten-to, so we oughta get going.” Scootaloo clambered onto Rainbow’s back. “Bet you can’t make it back before quarter-to!” She gave a quick wink to Sweetie and Apple Bloom, unseen by Rainbow. Rainbow laughed, lowering her body and spreading her wings out. “Think I can’t make it from one side of Ponyville to the other in five minutes? Oh, you’re on!” “Later, girls!” Scootaloo waved. And before anyone else could get a ‘goodbye’ or ‘adieu’ in, Rainbow blasted out the door. The thrust threw up enough air to rattle the hanging dresses and unsecured ponnequins across the showroom, loose papers on the checkout stand lost in the whirlwind. Rarity scrambled to secure what she could with her hooves and her magic, ensuring nothing fell to the floor. After barely more than a moment, all settled calmly and she breathed a sigh of relief. “I would suppose that’s your cue, Apple Bloom,” she said. “Time for you to be off as well.” Past a gasp, Apple Bloom’s jaw clenched. “Uhh, hey!” She forced a grin. “What if I stayed the night?” Sweetie bounced up. “Yeah, that sounds like fun!” “Again? For the third night in a row?” Rarity was folding up her uniform in her magic, but kept her attention on Apple Bloom as her brows knitted together. “Apple Bloom, I’m sure your grandmother is waiting for you to return home. You know she must be missing you.” “S-sure, I know that,” said Apple Bloom. “But just, give her a ring, let her know. She’ll be fine.” “Don’t you want to see her as well?” Rarity gave a tilt of her head. “O-of course!” Apple Bloom stammered. “Just- Me and, Sweetie, were havin’ so much fun, here!” Rarity sighed. “I really don’t mean to sound like I’m pushing you out, Apple Bloom dear, but I simply must concentrate on my work and I’d hate to be keeping you apart from your family.” Her voice was tight, words coming out soft and slow. “That, and you haven’t changed into a fresh pair of clothes all week,” added Rarity, wafting air away from her nose. At that last comment, Apple Bloom gave her shirt a sniff. Ough. In all fairness, Rarity had a point. Then, Sweetie trotted up to Apple Bloom before she could go anywhere. “I could walk home with you, Apple Bloom.” “Sweetie, you have homework to do,” Rarity interjected. “I don’t want you missing another night of it.” Sweetie deflated. “Dangit.” “Oh, um, okay then,” Apple Bloom murmured. She turned to face the door and took a step towards it. She stopped, turning her head around. “Guess I’ll see y’all tomorrow,” she added, before laboriously shuffling her way to the exit. Yet before Apple Bloom stepped out the door, Sweetie caught up with her and gave her a quick hug. “Seeya, Apple Bloom.” Apple Bloom returned the gesture. “Seeya.” Trying not to look back, Apple Bloom stepped outside and kicked the door closed behind her. Right away she sat on the doorstep, taking a few deep breaths before pushing herself to her hooves again. Of course, Apple Bloom wasn’t insistent on staying at the boutique because it was so much fun. Compared to the house, there were just less reminders of what had been done to her family. Perhaps it took a while before Apple Bloom herself had noticed what she was doing, but by then Rarity had fully clocked onto it. With the boutique behind her, Apple Bloom set off to her house. Each footstep was laboured, like she was taking her time with each individual step. Despite recent developments Ponyville was still a small town; there wasn't much distance to walk from the boutique and Sweet Apple Acres. Yet she took her time with every step, slow enough that she may have been individually placing each hoofstep. It must have felt longer than it really took, as well. Walking home alone didn’t present any danger, even for a filly as young as her. Crime virtually never happened in Ponyville, both before and after the last sunset. Monsters emerging from the Everfree to wreak havoc on the town were a thing of the past, too. And the bulk of the old town remained safe and walkable, the old dirt paths yet to be replaced with paved roads and conquered by motor vehicles. Many other ponies milled about on the streets, fillies like her, adults going about their business, Night Guards on patrol. Smiles were few but nobody was frowning. Except Apple Bloom. Then, once out of the heart of the old town center and on the way to Sweet Apple Acres itself, her path took her through the new developments. There the soft dirt paths gave way to hard asphalt, where older houses built of wood and straw sat beneath looming concrete apartments. She remembered when the pleasant smells of the countryside air lingered across the path, now crowded out by thick exhaust fumes of oil and tar. The majority of the road was surrendered to trucks and cars that frequently thundered past, restricting Apple Bloom to the pavement. Every time a car shot past, she could imagine the pony driving it. How they could have been walking just like her, maybe even with a smile and a wave as they passed. Now there was no time for either, now they were behind the wheel of a machine quick and heavy enough to flatten her without even noticing. If her eyes went skyward, she was greeted with the same sight as always. An infinite inky black, stretching out forever. Tiny specks of light twinkled in the dark, yet they too were often obscured as bulky silhouettes circled throughout the sky above. Those were Night Guards, pegasi and thestrals, on patrol. They were there for her safety, she was told. Told at school, told by the odd guard themselves, told even by Scootaloo. Perhaps they weren’t as immediately predaceous as the cars, but they weren't exactly comforting. They still wore the same armour as the ponies who stormed their farm. The house was in sight, but her field of vision was dominated by the same cursed sight that stood where the farm once was. A chain link fence surrounded the grotesque behemoth, all under the harsh glare of artificial lights. Even with distance, the air was thick with the acrid stench of diesel and chemicals, mingling with the sickly-sweet odor of overripe produce. Massive metal greenhouses, those soulless giants, stretched across the land with their corrugated walls reflecting the cold light. The incessant roar of heavy engines and the grinding of machinery shattered whatever stillness remained in the night, producing an unrelenting cacophony of metal against metal. As she approached closer, the ground underhoof vibrated with the pulse of the machines, while a bitter, metallic miasma lingered in the thick enough to taste it. Yet above all of that, the sickest mockery of all, positioned prominently atop the largest building on site, a colourful brightly lit billboard that declared this place to be ‘Sweet Apple Acres’, property of the Golden Fields Imperial Corporation. When it all happened, Apple Bloom was too young to understand what was really going on. She was probably still too young to have a complete grasp of what had happened. All she knew is that she’d been forced out of her home and that the only times she got to see her sister since was through iron bars. And there was nothing that anyone could say to make her even consider forgiving the people who did that. The only mercy they were granted on top of their so-called ‘just compensation’ was that they were allowed to retain a small patch of land on the edge of the property to build a new house. Probably because it was too infertile for anything to grow. On the outside, it sure looked like the old farmhouse. But as far as she felt, that was where the similarities ended. Through the gate, up the lawn, through the front door, into the living room. Every time she returned to this house, she reflected on everything that distinguished this place from the old farmhouse. She had to remind herself every time, lest she forgot. Such a small, yet pivotal part of her life had been spent in the old farmhouse, before the land was taken and everything was torn down, all of it in view of her bedroom window. What were those differences? It smelled a lot nicer than the old farmhouse. The utilities functioned much better than the old farmhouse. It was warmer than the old farmhouse. It was bigger than the old farmhouse. But that just made it feel all the emptier. “There y’are sapling!” Granny Smith called, hobbling out of her rocking chair at the far end of the room and making her way towards Apple Bloom. “I ain’t seen ya since Monday, I haven’t! Big Mac’s been doin’ all the chores by his lonesome, now how’s that fair on the young stallion when he’s gots to run all the cider business by his lonesome too?” In response, all Apple Bloom could muster was, “Heya, Granny.” “Oh, I ain’t mad at you or nothin’, just worried worse than a guppy on a line.” Granny pulled Apple Bloom into a hug. “How was school these last few days?” Apple Bloom held the hug for a moment. Eventually, she slipped out. “School was school.” “Wassat supposed to mean, saplin’?” “Y’know. Nothing special.” Apple Bloom shrugged, then made her way to the stairs. “I’m gonna change.” Yet once Apple Bloom reached the first step, Granny again called, “Yer sister were on the phone yesterday.” That made Apple Bloom pause. She turned her head back, blinked. “Round this time a’day, as a matter of fact.” The pep in Granny’s voice was fading. “She were dyin’ to hear from you. Knowin’ she got a family to come home to just about the only thing keepin’ her going. They only let her make so many calls a week, you know!” Apple Bloom struggled not to sigh. “I’ll remember that, Granny,” she said, turning back and carrying on up. Top of the stairs. Her effort went into forcing herself to think about something else. Her clothes, she needed to change. Just get to her room and slip into something more comfortable. Or wear nothing at all, now that she was in the comfort of her own house. Those new, bizarre ‘decency’ standards didn’t apply here. But between the stairs and her bedroom was the open door to another room. On passing, she somewhat knew she shouldn’t look inside. Every time she did, it only reminded her of what was missing. But the door was left open, again, and she felt her eyes drift into the room. All was presented as it was before. The bed was as it was before. The wallpaper was as it was before. The cupboards and dressers were all as they were before. It had everything Applejack’s room in their old home did. Everything except Applejack herself.

Moonatik

563420

Babs Seed,Cutie Mark Crusaders,Alternate Universe,Dark,Drama,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

It's Just A Shot Away

War changes everything it touches. Four young mares pulled into the fray are no exception.

incomplete

<p>On all corners of the world, the Lunar Empire is embroiled in war. Its soldiers are deployed across three continents, most of them conscripts.</p><p>One such conscript is Apple Bloom, and she is far from enthusiastic. She knows she isn't being sent overseas on some glorious crusade or some great adventure, she knows she isn't fighting to protect her or the freedom of her fellow ponies. This war is a racket. A racket to bring glory to a tyrant and bring wealth to her underlings. Sentient creatures are hurled into the woodchipper, and gold is spewed out the other end. A woodchipper she faces herself.</p><p>If only her friends would listen.</p><hr/><p>New chapters will be published when I write them. I'll <i>try</i> to aim for weekly chapter updates, but no promises.</p><hr/><p>Takes place in my <a href="/bookshelf/1891601/new-lunar-millennium" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline">New Lunar Millennium</span></a> alternate universe. More information can be found <a href="/story/533442/the-millennium-archives" rel="nofollow">here</a>, but no prior knowledge of my AU beyond the general concept is required to read this story.</p><p>Cover art drawn by <a href="https://twitter.com/ReddTheBat" rel="nofollow">ReddTheBat</a>. Post processing by me.</p><p>Proofread and edited by <a href="https://twitter.com/M1Sidral" rel="nofollow">Izzy Incraft</a>. Additional proofreading and consultation provided by <a href="/user/764714/ManniTeneriSunt" rel="nofollow">ManniTeneriSunt</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/thetaxmare" rel="nofollow">Kalashnikitty</a>.</p>

teen

2024-08-15T23:37:45+00:00

2024-08-15T23:37:45+00:00

18:00 - 03/10/1014 Screens all across Equestria displayed the same scene. The broadcast opened with an orchestra of militaristic horns and pounding drums. The midnight-purple flag of the Lunar Empire fluttered in the wind beneath bold text that read NEWS FROM THE FRONT: STRIKING BACK AGAINST WINGBARDY. Over footage of Lunar army trucks speeding through the villages and vineyards of the Wingbardian countryside, a presenter began to speak. “The fearless forces of Equestria, New Mareland, and our Aquileian allies have launched a renewed counter-offensive into the wicked lairs of the Wingbardian fascist enemy,” he declared, tone both triumphant and bombastic. The scene changed. Soldiers and officers were gathered around a table littered with maps and charts in a dim concrete room. The shot centered on a thestal mare dressed in an officer’s uniform at the head of the round table, who held the attention of every other being in the room, talking and gesturing vigorously but silently on camera. Most Equestrians would recognise her immediately, but the presenter was quick to clarify. “General Midnight Blossom, overall commander of the Southern Griffonian front, has ensured that everything has been done for a quick and sharp strike against our foe, maximum efficiency and effectiveness at all operational levels. She has announced that the valiant offensive aims to cripple the aggressive capabilities of our enemies, targeting the very heart of the Wingbardian nation.” The scene changed again, now it was in a dockyard. The camera moved close to the ground, showing off a seemingly endless row of tanks with their crews standing at the ready. Even more were being loaded off of ships in the background. The back of each tank held a flagpole that hoisted the Imperial Lunar flag up high. “At the spearhead of the offensive, tanks fresh off the production line operated by expertly trained crews from across the Empire,” declared the presenter. “These advanced machines outmatch all other tanks in the world, made unstoppable by the skill, determination, and patriotism of the ponies that operate them.” The camera slowed to a smooth stop to focus on one tank in particular. Text on screen identified it as a T-44, a subtitle claiming it to be the most advanced tank model in the world. Its crew of four ponies, all of them young mares, stood at the front of the tank in a perfect row. While their immaculate camouflage tanker overalls made the mares seem uniform at first glance, each was distinct with three out of four from different tribes. Uniformity and diversity, qualities the Empire was proud to flaunt. Hard cut, close up to the crew members, camera panning across from left to right. First, an orange pegasus with a short purple mane. She snapped to a strong salute as the camera passed, hoof moving quick as lightning as her little wings flared. She barely hid her smirk, glancing directly into the lens. Next, a white unicorn with her head held high and stoic determination across her face. Unlike the other three, she had a leather jacket over her overalls. She kept her eyes forward as the camera passed, lifting her hoof to salute in a swift, well rehearsed motion. Then, a slightly slack earth pony mare with a camo-print bow in her mane. She dragged her hoof up in something like a salute, though she could’ve just been shielding her eyes from an unseen light. But before the camera lingered on that mare too long, it passed to the last of the group. Brown earth pony with freckles across her cheeks and a feisty look in her eyes. She brought her hoof up to salute as the camera stopped moving, lingering on her. Just long enough to catch a shot of her blowing a loose lock of her red mane out of her face. “These are the brave ponies who will assure total victory. Diversity in background, unity in purpose.” Once again the shot changed. A diverse fleet of warships at sea, everything from comparatively diminutive destroyers to monolithic aircraft carriers, whilst masses of aircraft soared overhead like a flock of migrating birds. “As the fall of Wingbardy draws closer, so does total victory in the war. Imperial Lunar naval forces fight valiantly to dominate the Middle Sea and exert greater pressure on the Arisian fascists, whilst our soldiers across Griffonia march with all their attention on toppling the Archons of Griffenheim.” The screen faded from that shot to a different scene, displaying countless Equestrian soldiers in full combat gear marching in robotic unison. The background was dominated by the flag of the Lunar Empire, wind beating against it while leaving no sign of wear and tear. “Across the entire world, the Imperial Lunar Military stands undefeated. Under the valiant wings of our Empress, we are unyielding, we are unstoppable! Like the night itself,” the presenter declared, the music climbing to a crescendo. “Our triumph is eternal!” The music dropped in, screaming jingoism in musical form. Horns blared, drums pounded, it even had a soaring electric guitar. A montage of curated combat footage unfurled. Shadowbolt Special Forces braving an ocean of smoke and fire, unleashing a stream of lead from the twin machine guns on their battle saddles. A tank racing across an open field, screeching to a sudden stop to let its mighty cannon discharge a round and throw up masses of smoke and dust. An aircraft diving towards the ground and deploying an explosive payload on an unseen target, surely reducing whatever it was to flame and ash. The broadcast continued, but the message was clear and unambiguous. So much so that no matter who viewed it, militarists and seditionists alike, all perfectly understood what it sought to say. The Imperial Lunar Military held might beyond comprehension, and nothing but pride and glory awaited those who fought in its ranks and woe to anyone who stood in their way.

Moonatik

563420

Babs Seed,Cutie Mark Crusaders,Alternate Universe,Dark,Drama,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

It's Just A Shot Away

War changes everything it touches. Four young mares pulled into the fray are no exception.

incomplete

<p>On all corners of the world, the Lunar Empire is embroiled in war. Its soldiers are deployed across three continents, most of them conscripts.</p><p>One such conscript is Apple Bloom, and she is far from enthusiastic. She knows she isn't being sent overseas on some glorious crusade or some great adventure, she knows she isn't fighting to protect her or the freedom of her fellow ponies. This war is a racket. A racket to bring glory to a tyrant and bring wealth to her underlings. Sentient creatures are hurled into the woodchipper, and gold is spewed out the other end. A woodchipper she faces herself.</p><p>If only her friends would listen.</p><hr/><p>New chapters will be published when I write them. I'll <i>try</i> to aim for weekly chapter updates, but no promises.</p><hr/><p>Takes place in my <a href="/bookshelf/1891601/new-lunar-millennium" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline">New Lunar Millennium</span></a> alternate universe. More information can be found <a href="/story/533442/the-millennium-archives" rel="nofollow">here</a>, but no prior knowledge of my AU beyond the general concept is required to read this story.</p><p>Cover art drawn by <a href="https://twitter.com/ReddTheBat" rel="nofollow">ReddTheBat</a>. Post processing by me.</p><p>Proofread and edited by <a href="https://twitter.com/M1Sidral" rel="nofollow">Izzy Incraft</a>. Additional proofreading and consultation provided by <a href="/user/764714/ManniTeneriSunt" rel="nofollow">ManniTeneriSunt</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/thetaxmare" rel="nofollow">Kalashnikitty</a>.</p>

teen

2024-08-15T23:39:50+00:00

2024-08-15T23:39:50+00:00

15:57 - 05/10/1014 - Hoovesplain, New Mareland Packed shoulder to shoulder with other soldiers in the back of a truck, the Crusaders were on their way to war. So far they’d been taken by train, by ship, and by truck depending on whatever that specific leg of the journey required to bring them from the training grounds in Equestria’s heartland to the frontlines in southern Griffonia. Everyone in the truck was a tanker, either trained to fight in a tank crew like the Crusaders themselves or in a maintenance role. Appropriately everyone was wearing tanker’s coveralls, some with padded tanker’s helmets. Everyone’s mane had either been cut short or tied back into a tight bun or ponytail, without regard to gender. With the exception of a few thestrals, everyone had a pair of night vision goggles either resting on their forehead or hanging around their neck. The oldest amongst them couldn’t have been a night over twenty-five. The oldest pony in question, an earth pony mare with a shaven head, whipped out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She put one in her mouth, but before she went to light it, she held the pack out in front of her. “Anyone want one?” she offered, having to raise her voice to speak over the engine. A few other ponies reached out with their hooves, taking the older mare’s offer. A unicorn simply levitated one into their mouth and lit it with magic. Apple Bloom didn’t take one, nor did any of the other Crusaders. Apple Bloom had never smoked in her life and sure didn’t want to start tonight. The rancid smell that lingered around Applejack and Rarity when those two shared a cigarette was enough to dissuade her. And now they had to deal with that on top of everything else for the next few minutes. As tobacco burned, it mixed with the already pungent stench of gasoline and rust. The engine growled and rattled every moment of the journey, filling their ears with noise and shaking the floor beneath. The main source of light was a dim lamp that only illuminated itself. At any given moment the little flickers of flame from the cigarettes were the brightest thing in sight. Apple Bloom didn’t want to be here at all, and she made no secret of it. But it wasn’t like she had much of a choice when the conscription letter came in the mail. Somewhat fortunately, her friends were more than willing to enlist alongside her so she wouldn’t have to face the war alone. And of course, Scootaloo had been itching to go since she was a teenager. It had been a headache to get them assigned to the same unit, let alone the same tank. But Scootaloo had the Captain Rainbow Dash on her side, and Dash was more than happy to nudge the right ponies behind the scenes to make it happen. At the present moment, Scootaloo’s feathers brushed up against Apple Bloom’s right side as Sweetie Belle pressed against her left, with Babs faring no better space-wise directly across from her. Every bump, pothole, or crater that the truck drove over jostled the packed ponies against one another, with one of them dropping something every so often. As uncomfortable as it was, being amongst friends made the experience all the more bearable for Apple Bloom. Better the Lunatics you knew than the ones you didn’t. Yet there was still no shortage of complaints to be made. Apple Bloom pushed a heavy breath out, loudly but still obscured by the noises of the truck. “They got some real nerve to be sendin’ ponies into Wingbardy,” she grumbled. Scootaloo leaned forward, turning her head to face Apple Bloom whilst furrowing her brow. “Why wouldn’t we be going into Wingbardy? They attacked New Mareland.” Apple Bloom’s eyes met Scootaloo’s.“That don’t mean we should be sent to attack them.” “Seriously?” said Scootaloo. “So, what, we should just give New Mareland up to Beakolini? Let this evil murderous dictator steal another country?” “Course not.” Apple Bloom folded her forelegs. “If I were here to defend New Mareland and that was it, sure thing. I wouldn’t be smiling, but I get it right? Helpin’ out our fellow ponies. Makes sense.” “And, we’re bringing the fight to the assholes who started it! So they can’t attack anyone again! That’s the point!” Scootaloo insisted, giving a little wave of her hooves to punctuate each word. “Is that the point, though?” Scootaloo deadpanned. “Yes. It is.” “How’d you know that?” Apple Bloom continued. Scootaloo didn’t reply, so she thought to press the point. “Who’re they gonna put in charge of Wingbardy after the fascists are out? How do we know they ain’t just here to take it for themselves? Y’all know what the ponies runnin’ New Mareland are like, dontcha? This is the Shadowbolt Society we’re talkin’ about! All they care about is makin’ money!” Scootaloo’s first response was a groan. “Apple Bloom, you’ve been whining about it the whole way here. How many times has somepony gotta tell you? Beakolini’s a bad guy. We’re here to bring him down. That’s a good thing.” “I know, he’s a monster, I’m not arguing that he ain’t, but-” “No ‘but’s, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo cut her off. “Well is Nightmare Moon any better?” Everyone in the truck raised their heads. A moment earlier the other passengers weren’t paying attention. Now every pair of eyes was squarely on Apple Bloom. Most of the onlookers were nothing more than shocked. But a few, including every thestral onboard, looked at her like she’d just committed a murder. None of the frequent bumps in the road could snap the sudden tension. She could feel the pressure of their eyes, and she hadn’t been raised to back down from her principles. “Well, is she?” Apple Bloom insisted, giving a defiant shrug. “How about the ponies runnin’ New Mareland, hm? Those no-good, money grubbin’-” Apple Bloom felt a nudge on her left, distracting her train of thought. “Apple Bloom,” Sweetie Belle whispered, getting Bloom’s attention. “Not here. Not now.” “Then when?” Bloom blurted out. “Somepony’s gotta speak the truth! And if we’re being sent to kill or die? I can’t think of a better time to be- ah!” The truck lurched to a sudden halt, jolting every crusader and passenger against one another and eliciting grunts and yelps all around. Really, it was a miracle nobody fell over. Just as balance was restored, right before someone would’ve asked what had happened, the tailgate was flung open. Outside, a stocky earth pony stallion in loose-fitting fatigues and a wide-brimmed hat leaned in. “Everypony out!” he shouted, voice laden with a heavy New Marelander accent. A moment of confused hesitation passed, but they all filled out. Finally, Apple Bloom felt like she could move her legs in more than two directions. Once outside, Apple Bloom couldn’t see much more than a few vague lights blinking in and out of sight in the near-distance, but the smell hit her like a falling anvil. Burning. Burning wood, burning fluid, burning rubber. She was oddly familiar with it, reminding her of the first time Applejack let her grill during a cookout. Used too much lighter fluid, burned the food, left enough filthy residue and a rancid smell that they couldn’t get out of the grill. At least she learned she wouldn’t be getting a cutie mark in outdoor cooking. “Goggles on, you lot,” the stallion commanded. “Have a squiz.” From what she could see, a few of the thestrals in their ground were already wincing. Then she fixed on her own night-vision goggles. Immediately, she saw why she’d been stopped there, and staggered. All thoughts of home were gone. “I don’t expect any o’ya to get t’know me,” the stallion said, his face bearing night vision goggles and a stoic expression. “But I bloody well hope you get t’know Canterpoint.” By his side, a battered sign reading ‘Welcome to Canterpoint’. Behind him, devastation. Buildings reduced to charred and hollowed out skeletal husks loomed above silent streets, no doubt once lively and full of joy. Debris clogged the pavements. On the street through the village lay the smashed remains of vehicles, machines, and even a pram. All throughout the village both soldiers and civilian workers were wrapping up bodies in bloody sheets and carrying them away. Even with the distance the mixed stench of rotting corpses and burned wood, like it were physically assaulting her. “Fashcons are on the run but some of ‘em made a stop here. Few hours ago we caught up, chased ‘em out. But what did the fashbirds do before they legged it? Killed absolutely fuckin’ everyone in the village and burned as much as they could.” A few in their group took a few tentative steps forwards, eyes going up and around the ruin. “By all means, take a closer look,” the stallion said. “If it’d help you remember.” Moving along with the others, Apple Bloom stepped forwards. Her eyes were up, as were her ears. There wasn’t a building in the whole village that hadn’t been hollowed out by flame. It seized her attention like a bear trap. So much so that she didn’t take much notice of the wet squelch as she set her hoof down. Then she nearly tripped on something at her hooves. She looked down, and was greeted by a dead pegasus whose face had been blown off. “Augh!” Apple Bloom wailed, staggering back. Her stomach churned. Her staggers brought her back and through the source of the wet hoofsteps. A putrid puddle of dirt and blood collected at the severance point, the gory collection of fluids then staining her hoof. She brought her hooves up and shook them frantically, hoping it would cast the grime off of her hooves. “Watch your step, they’re still clearing up.” The stallion turned away from the group, gesturing towards the wrecked buildings. “Every last home and business looted of anything valuable. Mares and stallions herded into houses and burned alive. Others raped and shot in the neck. Unicorns, thestrals, and pegasi had their horns or wings cut off their bodies. Anyone who tried to run away shot in the legs and dragged back to be beaten. Some carried up into the air and dropped to their deaths. Even the foals, the fucking foals.” A slight shudder was in his voice as they uttered the last sentence. One of the ponies in their group staggered back, gagging and retching with a hoof up to their mouth. Before anyone even turned their head to look, they’d puked their whole stomach up. A pony next to them rushed to their aid. Another came to add to the pile. If Apple Bloom remembered right, these ponies were just mechanics, not frontline soldiers. Probably for the best that they’d not be doing much shooting. The stallion, rubbing his eyes before reaffixing his goggles, turned back to the group, stoicism chiselled to his face. “In case any of you have any doubts about where you are and what you’re doing, about who you’re fighting against and what they’ve done, burn Canterpoint into your memory. You’re not in Equestria anymore.” The distant crackle of still smoldering fires seemed to grow louder in Apple Bloom’s ears, bouncing in her head, banging inside her skull. If the stallion was still speaking she couldn’t hear it. Wind whistled through the husks of buildings, like it was carrying the cries of the dead. Her visions blurred like it would if she were crying, even though she felt no tears. All sound coalesced into indistinct white noise. The clearest thing she could hear was her own heartbeat, pounding like a piston. Her breath got heavier, her legs felt numb, she felt herself losing balance. A hoof slipped, and she fell. But she stopped falling. A sudden stop, before she hit the ground. Scootaloo had caught her before she hit the ground. “I got you, Apple Bloom, don’t worry,” Scootaloo reassured, helping Apple Bloom find her footing. Apple Bloom heard her friend clearly, like the very act of helping her stand restored her senses. Apple Bloom took another look at Canterpoint, then faced her friend. “Thanks, Scoots.” Before long they were all ordered back onto the truck. Once they’d shuffled back into their seats, the convoy was on the move again. The rest of the ride took a few hours, and Apple Bloom was silent the whole way.

Moonatik

563420

Babs Seed,Cutie Mark Crusaders,Alternate Universe,Dark,Drama,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

It's Just A Shot Away

War changes everything it touches. Four young mares pulled into the fray are no exception.

incomplete

<p>On all corners of the world, the Lunar Empire is embroiled in war. Its soldiers are deployed across three continents, most of them conscripts.</p><p>One such conscript is Apple Bloom, and she is far from enthusiastic. She knows she isn't being sent overseas on some glorious crusade or some great adventure, she knows she isn't fighting to protect her or the freedom of her fellow ponies. This war is a racket. A racket to bring glory to a tyrant and bring wealth to her underlings. Sentient creatures are hurled into the woodchipper, and gold is spewed out the other end. A woodchipper she faces herself.</p><p>If only her friends would listen.</p><hr/><p>New chapters will be published when I write them. I'll <i>try</i> to aim for weekly chapter updates, but no promises.</p><hr/><p>Takes place in my <a href="/bookshelf/1891601/new-lunar-millennium" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline">New Lunar Millennium</span></a> alternate universe. More information can be found <a href="/story/533442/the-millennium-archives" rel="nofollow">here</a>, but no prior knowledge of my AU beyond the general concept is required to read this story.</p><p>Cover art drawn by <a href="https://twitter.com/ReddTheBat" rel="nofollow">ReddTheBat</a>. Post processing by me.</p><p>Proofread and edited by <a href="https://twitter.com/M1Sidral" rel="nofollow">Izzy Incraft</a>. Additional proofreading and consultation provided by <a href="/user/764714/ManniTeneriSunt" rel="nofollow">ManniTeneriSunt</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/thetaxmare" rel="nofollow">Kalashnikitty</a>.</p>

teen

2024-08-22T12:09:16+00:00

2024-08-22T12:09:15+00:00

08:06 - 08/10/1014 - Clawcany, Wingbardy Apple Bloom couldn’t sleep. She wasn’t entirely sure why either. It was raining lightly, and she’d slept through worse rainstorms before. Their unit was still some distance from any active combat areas. They weren’t due to be sent on any missions for quite a while. Perhaps it was just nerves, knowing she was in a warzone. If she’d heard anything from other soldiers it was that she’d learn to sleep anywhere before her tour was up. She glanced at her watch for the sixth time in the last hour. However long it had been, she’d been still on her back, struggling to keep her eyes shut. Being on the top bunk meant she could stare up at the canvas roof of the tent rather than the bottom of a mattress, at least. From the sound of it, the others were having a hard time sleeping too. Babs was on the bunk under hers, tossing, turning, and groaning. She heard the others rustling around, some getting up and going out. Sounded like there was a large gathering of some sort outside. If it were important, she’d have been called to it. Maybe she could just ignore it and go to sleep. Those hopes were dashed when Scootaloo barged into the tent. “Babs, Babs!” Scootaloo shook Babs awake. Startled, Apple Bloom heard Babs push herself up. “Wuh? Scoots?” “Babs! Captain Blaze is here!” Scootaloo was making no attempt to keep her voice down. Babs’s voice shot up. “No kidding!?” “Yeah! Quick! He’s in the main tent!” Heaving out a groan, which she made sure that the others heard, Apple Bloom rolled over the side of her cot. “You two mind telling me what the ruckus is all about?” she grunted. “I’m tryna sleep.” Scootaloo whipped her gaze up to the top bunk where Apple Bloom sat. “It’s Blaze!” she said, very matter-of-factly. “You know him, right? Captain of the Shadowbolts?” Apple Bloom rubbed her eyes. “No? Should I?” Babs hopped up, looking towards Apple Bloom. “Hey, you should come with us, cuz!” Scootaloo pulled away. “Ooh, ehh.” She rubbed the back of her mane, rustling her little wings. “I’m not sure if it’d really be her kind of crowd.” “Won’t know until she tries, right?” In all honesty, the thought of crowding into another tent with a bunch of rowdy soldiers to see some celebrity captain she’d never heard of didn’t appeal much to Apple Bloom. Then again, it wasn’t like she was going to fall asleep any time soon. Might as well be doing something. She shrugged. “Sure.” Not stopping to wait, Scootaloo and Babs dashed out the tent whilst Apple Bloom climbed down from her bunk. Before she was even properly outside, Scootaloo and Babs were already galloping out of sight, though it was easy to tell where they were going. Out in the drizzle, the camp felt ghostly, nearly deserted. The eternally black sky, along with most every small tent sitting dark and silent didn’t help. Only the large central tent glowed brightly against the dark, a beacon of light in the night. From within, the low rumble of voices drifted out, punctuated by bursts of raucous laughter and cheers. It almost felt like she was going to the circus. Inside was a swirling sea of soldiers packed tightly together. Laughter bounced off the canvas walls as they crowded around something hidden at the centre. Massive kegs lined the edges, explaining the sharp scent of booze hanging heavy in the air, mingling with sweat and smoke. Most of the soldiers towered over her, and by extension towered over Babs and Scoots. Their broad frames and stocky muscles created an imposing forest of bodies that dwarfed her. Scootaloo was hopping up and down fluttering her little wings, her head struggling to peer over the assembled soldiers. “What's the big idea anyhow?” Apple Bloom asked. “All this for some old captain?” Panting, Scootaloo stopped jumping and spun around to face Apple Bloom. “It's just not some old captain, it's Captain Blaze! The most famous soldier in the most famous division in the whole armed forces! He’s fought everywhere! From Olenia to Puerto Caballo to South Zebrica! And I mean fought! He could've gone General if he stuck to the career ladder, but no! He turned down every desk job he was offered and stuck to fighting in the field!” Before Apple Bloom could reply, Scootaloo resumed fruitlessly jumping and flapping. Then, out of the centre of the mass of ponies, an orange pegasus flew up and over everyone else. Whoever he was, he caught the attention of a good few ponies, including Babs and Scootaloo. Apple Bloom’s eyes were drawn to his spikey, styled-back mane, a vibrant fire of hot colours that got brighter the closer they were to the roots. Apple Bloom tilted her head, pointing at the orange pegasus. “That him?” She thought she’d figured out why Scootaloo and Babs were so giddy. Again stopping her hops, Scootaloo scoffed. “No, that’s Captain Fireblast, he’s a marine from-” “Hey.” Captain Fireblast waved to the centre. “Bring the shorter ones to the front!” From his accent alone it was obvious he was a New Marelander. Like a book being opened, the crowd parted for them. Babs and Scoots dashed through without a moment wasted, a few other shorter ponies shuffling towards the centre as well. While no physical pressure was put onto her, Apple Bloom still felt herself tugged along by Scoots' and Babs' invisible leash. Dozens of pairs of eyes pulled her further in, her hooves walking without her. A good few ponies she didn’t recognise, under and around her height, walked through with her. Once she’d been pushed through to the centre of the audience, she gave a fleeting look back hoping to spot her friends. Then she turned forward, and froze. A pair of icy, azure eyes locked onto hers, belonging to an imposing pegasus stallion who could only be Captain Blaze. Under his gaze, Apple Bloom couldn’t hold back a gasp. His mane burned orange and yellow, and his eyes shone like ice. Yet the ice in his eyes was offset by a generally jolly demeanour across his face. He wore a form-fitting bodysuit of purple and black, with yellow highlights, giving off a distinct glossy shine, unmistakably marking him as a Shadowbolt. That suit left nothing to the imagination, showing off toned definition in his muscles, suggestive of enough endurance and strength to outmatch most earth ponies. Yet his wingspan was broad enough to humiliate the average pegasus. Now she knew why her two friends were so excited. “Ah, tankers!” Blaze peered down on Apple Bloom, grinning. While he appeared welcoming, Apple Bloom still inched back. “What might your name be, young mare?” Before Apple Bloom had to answer, Scootaloo rushed in front of her. “Scootaloo, sir!” “Scootaloo, then!” he chuckled. “Seen combat yet, Scootaloo?” “No sir, this is my first deployment!” “Then you have quite the adventure ahead of you, young mare!” Blaze patted Scootaloo on the shoulder, eliciting a squee from her. There was a small entourage of other soldiers around him, including a few other pegasi and thestrals in Shadowbolt uniforms, and even a deer in an Equestrian officer’s uniform. “Now, where was I?” Turning away from Scootaloo to face the audience more generally, Blaze stroked his chin. “Ah, yes! What you all need to remember about the northern side of Griffonia is that things up there are a lot less, mmh…” He twirled his hoof in a circle. “Developed, than they are here. This is relevant, you see, because while the norm down here is all brick and mortar type buildings, up there they still use a lot of timber. What’s so special about timber? “It burns!” One pony in the audience yelled out. “Yes, yes!” Blaze flapped his wings, hovering for a moment. “So what do you think I do when I find a wooden barracks with no windows and all the griffons inside soundly asleep?” He thrust his hoof into the air and flames sprouted forth. It flared as the brightest thing in the tent, illuminated the surrounding faces with a flickering, fiery glow. Many gasped and recoiled, a few screamed. But, as the flames danced around his hoof and caused no harm, the tension melted away. First, Apple Bloom felt relieved. Then, the implication hit her like a brick to the face. The fire went out, as quick as it started. “One of them got out, tried the old ‘stop, drop, and roll’, you know?” Blaze lowered his hoof and let out a giggle. “But I finished her off with my blades!” A chorus of amazed yet disturbingly sadistic shouts and cheers erupted from the crowd. Each and every ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ sent a shiver through Apple Bloom’s skin. “You want more?” Blaze asked, knowing the answer. An immediate roar of “Yes!” burst forth from almost everyone in the tent. Almost everyone. “Okay okay!” Blaze laughed. “This must have been a year ago or so, down in western Colthaginia. You all know where that is?” The gathered ponies all gave various signals of affirmation. “Yes, yes, so, the Colthaginians still use mercenaries to shore up their forces and, ehe, the thing about mercenaries is that they're not nearly as motivated as an actual soldier. Right? Right, right, we'd ambushed this one mercenary company of harpies, like a hundred of them, and they surrendered without much of a fight.” The more Blaze spoke, the more his words were laced with little tinges of laughter. “Then, hehe, then, rather than drag them all the way back to camp and go through the trouble of sheltering them or feeding them and all that stupid bullshit, let alone the paperwork… We herded them into a barn. And you know what we did?” A thestral soldier on the other end of the tent leapt into the air, wings flapping frantically. “You cooked up some grilled harpy!” “You really are my kind of ponies!” Blaze pointed out the thestral, speaking through chortles and giggles. “You should have heard the way they screamed! Like-” Blaze stood on his hind legs and flailed his front hooves. “Kwaak! Kwaak!” Like a volcano spewed liquid magma, the crowd spewed a bout of laughter. Shrinking away, Apple Bloom glanced side to side searching for some sort of reassurance. Instead, she found that Babs and Scootaloo were laughing along. It felt like a crowbar had struck her in the gut. “Now, now.” Blaze cleared his throat and put on a stern, stoic expression, prompting the rowdy crowd to quiet down. His tone of voice changed to cold and serious, like a switch had been flipped. “I want to be absolutely clear. The Equestrian military does not deploy chemical or biological weapons on any level of operations. The same is true of the New Marelander military, and of our Aquileian allies.” A low rumble of laughter came from the audience. Apple Bloom blinked, her brow furrowed. What an oddly specific- A broad grin crawled onto Blaze’s face, dropping the pretence. “Chiropterra, however!” That rumble of laughter escalated to an earthquake. It shook Apple Bloom enough for it to feel like one, her teeth chattering. Once that died down, Blaze continued. “There was this village, somewhere in the north Zebrican territories, hippogriffs and a whole lot of them. Now, we’re special forces, we could’ve gone through the usual routine of swift fire and manuever with the weapons we had and we could have taken the village. But there were so many of them and so few of us and we’d done this so many times that-” Blaze stopped to giggle. “-that it was easier to just call in some artillery. But, we were with the Chiropterrans then and we wanted to have some fun, so we’d all brought our gas masks…” Apple Bloom knew where this was going. The snickers and giggles of the ponies around her made it clear they did too. Blaze himself was struggling to speak through his laughs. “Before- Haha! Before any of them knew it the entire village was flooded with sarin gas!” And the crowd spewed forth another bout of laughter. The air felt toxic enough that Apple Bloom wondered if the tent had been flooded with poison gas too. “That was you, wasn’t it?” Blaze nudged the deer next to him. “You ordered that strike!” The deer looked caught in headlights. Several moments later they spoke. “In my defence, I-I didn’t know the settlement was populated.” “Pfft!” Blaze flicked one wing dismissively and wrapped the other around the deer to pull them closer. “They’d have gone against us in the future anyway! Two problems solved in one, if you ask me! Come on Laurits, smile!” All the while, a sour taste reached up Apple Bloom’s throat like she was about to throw up. Disgust piled up, coal was shovelled into a furnace. That furnace burned, hotter and hotter with every passing second, every laugh and taunt at the victims of these massacres was another heave of the shovel. The bile inside her twisted into something else, something raging and burning, something all consuming. The feeling in her throat turned ragged. Her eyes had locked onto Blaze. Where once she felt green, she was seeing red. Her jaw was set, teeth grinding, hot air rushing out of her nostrils in sharp shallow bursts. Without even realising it she'd slipped her legs into something resembling a combat stance. She was face to face with a mass murderer. A mass murderer who got away with it. A mass murderer who was celebrated for it. A mass murderer who likely would never face any consequences or justice for what he did. But as her hoof pawed at the ground, Apple Bloom knew she could change that. Every fibre of her being thrummed with the desire to punch that smug smile off the killer’s face, every chuckle only fuelling the firestorm within. She'd get in trouble for it. So what? She didn't want to fight for this armed gang of murderers and thieves. If she was going to fight, better to fight against it. Her mind's eye was already seeing it. All it would take would be a quick swing. She made no effort to hide her disgust. She made no effort to hide her intentions. She made no effort to hide her hate. And Blaze noticed. His gaze locked onto her, like icicles stabbing into her chest. “You don’t look so happy either. Something the matter?” “Uh-” Apple Bloom flinched. That flicker of uncertainty was enough for the flame to falter, for her thoughts to take in her surroundings. Blaze wasn’t the only pair of eyes locked onto her now that she’d been singled out. The laughs and cheers of the gathered audience died down, and for a moment that seemed to stretch forever, every new look another bucket of water poured on the furnace. Her lips sealed shut. “Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo popped into her field of vision. So did Babs. “You good?” “It’s-” Apple Bloom coughed. “It’s nothing,” she eventually spat out. Her and Blaze shared a look for another tense moment. He grinned, eyes still cold. “Alright!” He spun away with a flick of his wings, facing another part of the crowd. “Well, anyway, I’ve got more, much more…” Blowing out a breath she didn’t know she’d held, Apple Bloom scooted back and ducked. Keeping her pinned back and mouth shut, tried not to listen to the words being said. Maybe she’d find cover in the crowd. The very crowd that had just pressured her into silence. She felt a nudge on her right. She turned, seeing Babs again. “You can go if you want, cuz.” Babs patted Apple Bloom on the back. “Nopony’s gonna hold it against ya if this ain’t your thing.” The cousins held their look for another moment, Babs giving a reassuring smile. It was enough to make the last few minutes fade out of her immediate thoughts, for the moment. Apple Bloom nodded, then took her chance and slipped away. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice. As she stepped outside, letting the rain hit her in the face, regret followed. How how how how how HOW could she be such a COWARD?! She dropped to her haunches, her breath escaping in jagged, frosty clouds as she replayed the events over and over again in her mind. She could feel it in the moment, she could feel a righteous fury searing through her veins like electricity. And the force of the crowd short circuited it. Groaning, she buried her face in her hooves. She didn’t have to punch him, just say something. Say anything! Even if just one pony listened, even if just one pony took the time to think about what they were gloating about, then it would’ve been worth it. With a grunt, she rose to her hooves. She turned back to the tent, seeing the entrance flap flutter in the wind. Momentarily, the thought of going back in and saying something, doing anything! It bounced around in her mind, but she knew what would await her at this point. Indifference at best, rejection at worst. Actually, given the crowd, more likely a beating. She sighed, turning away and walking back to her tent. When she returned to her tent and went back to bed, she had about an hour to herself. Part of the time she kept her eyes open and watched the wind ripple through the tarp of the tent. At other points she forced her eyes shut. Regardless, she didn’t sleep a wink. Later, the others returned. Gleefully chattering away about something that Apple Bloom tried to block out. Maybe if she shut her eyes tight enough she could will herself to sleep. Babs jumped onto the bunk beneath Apple Bloom, jostling her up and forcing eyes open. “I’m gonna remember this for the rest of my life!” Babs said. Apple Bloom shuddered. She didn’t know what would be worse. Forever living with the memory of tonight, or forgetting that she’d backed down and that her friends laughed with monsters.

Noobblue

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Bat Pony,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Dark,Horror,Thriller,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence

The Legions Stand.

In the dark, there is always someone who will be the light

complete

<p>Luna was not the only defender of the dream realm</p><p>Countless Thestrals of the nameless fortress remain</p><p>The darkness comes for them</p><p>They'll give it a fight to remember</p>

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2024-08-17T03:50:19+00:00

2024-08-18T01:12:01+00:00

Down beneath the realm of dreams, on the cusp of falling from the nature of existence lay a stone. On that stone lay two more. From there, a wall, a floor, a room. They spread their meaning to each other, bound by what was left of their purpose to each other. Bricks upon bricks that carried only a singular purpose. To Remain. There was a gasp. One of those remaining halls. Dark, lit only by the rapidly fluttering eyes of a creature in a rush to sit up as quickly as possible. Like a corpse awaking from the dream of life, this four legged figure gasped for breath like they had never once drawn one in before this moment. The slitted pupils of their eyes were their only defining feature, the colour was ever shifting from blue to grey and every shade in-between. Their eyelids blurred with barely contained motion, and the space around where their eyes sat in their skull was equally impossible to perceive; buried behind some invisible barrier and skewed into featureless shapes with no definitive end. Their eyes twisted. Taking in their surroundings before they exhaled once, hard enough to send them into a coughing fit, and disturb the dust and grime on their coat. They noticed it, eyes flicking in the dark to their form as if they hadn't realized it was there. Black, leathered wings spread on instinct, and those too were inspected by the kaleidoscopic eyes in the dark. A hoof came down, pushing against the stone tentatively. They were filled with confusion. Worry. Something was seriously wrong. They tried again to speak, and succeeded after coughing only once to clear their hoarse throat. "Hello?" They said, only realizing after the words bounced back to their tufted ears how quiet their question was. Their voice was unrecognizable. Feminine, or masculine. Stern but soft. There was timber to it that made the person think they might be a stallion. That's when they remembered what all of the things attached to them meant. A pony. They thought, spreading their wings again, purely on instinct. Not just any pony. A thestral. The words came to them as their mind began to slowly push away the fog they had only realized sat stagnant in their head. They called out again, remembering the strength they could put behind their voice. "Hello!?" This time, it echoed, and it only left the poor thing more confused. As their voice bounced down the winding stone hallway, every time it came back to their ears, it was different. One time it reminded them of their mother, the next, a handsome strapping stallion, then a throng of ponies they were anxious about meeting, and so on. Something wasn't just wrong in general. There was something wrong with them. Why can't I- Their internally directed mental inquiry was interrupted as their mind took a blow like a hammer had somehow slipped in-between their ears and pressed their brain against the back of their skull. A wave of pain pressed and pressed and the thestral fell to the ground, sprawling unconsciously as they grasped their head and cried out in pain. It felt like the flesh in their head was going to come oozing out of their nose. In a way it did. Crimson droplets that shone eerily in the dark with light that came from inside dropped from the thestral's nostrils and enjoyed a short journey of reflection in the air before hitting the cold stone and hissing with a sound like water hitting a hot sheet of metal. Their pained struggling continued, but it wasn't without value. Visions came to them in flashes, visions of ponies on walls, with spears and swords and shields. A black tide of death and doom that was sure to leave them shaking. They saw the stone walls and the ponies they kept safe, but nothing else made sense. It was all just colours and meanings that the writhing thestral couldn't grasp. The visions cut suddenly and relief like the electric touch of a partner's love flowed in the thestral's veins as the blurry nature of their body resolved to show just a little more of their form. The magic that had spontaneously gripped them with fury fled just as suddenly, and they breathed a pained sigh of relief as they curled inwards. Only now could they feel the trauma physically imposed on their body. Bruises and scars, wounds that had since stopped weeping blood, but were still coated in the grim, drying fluid. Their ears swiveled as a chuckle filled the hallway. Their eyes snapped open from their moment of peace, and every muscle in their body strung themselves to the bones they could only now feel. Hot blood flowed into their limbs, the adrenaline dulled their pain, and they stood. They knew deep down that they had to. No thestral ever died on the ground. The mortal peril resolved in their mind, now realizing on instinct alone the danger they were in, their body was broached with the age old choice. They chose flight. Hooves crashed down against stone as the standing motion was turned into a lunge that turned into a sprint. The dark was no issue for them, years of honed skills poured into their mind like water down a drain. Corners were passed in a blur of night vision, and the sound of their echoing, rough and fearful hoof steps painted a picture over the dark they couldn't see through. It was easy. Too easy. There was something they couldn't grasp, something important about themselves that tore their mind away from running long enough for them to smack into a corner and send themselves sprawling onto the ground. The same instincts took hold, and their fall turned into a roll. That roll turned into a fighting stance as they simply fell onto their hooves and reared up with blurry fangs bore to tear the throat out of whatever was surely about to come upon them for making such a foolish mistake. Except nothing came. The dark hallway remained dark and empty. The thestral's eyes bounced between the intersection they had come to. They were safe, for now, but their heart was still pumping. Instinct warned of seconds passing, seconds wasted deliberating when there were three avenues of attack for something to reach out of the dark and take them. Their eyes pierced the dark, but not that deep. There wasn't a light or lamp in sight. Their breathing was ragged, there was still blood in their nose and their throat. Move. Came the overwhelming command from their instincts, but they refused. Panic was death, that was the answer here, they were sure. So a hoof came down, slowly. If something was after them, they had created a suitable distance, now was a good chance to sneak away, and that involved stealth. A sudden, svelte hoof struck against the stone from their torso. What? They questioned. They could have sworn their hooves were thick with blood and corded muscle like steel. Now, the soft fur and limb of a well maintained, and suitably attractive mare fell onto the stone with near silence. The gears turned momentarily, before a kind, and logical part of their mind dusted away the cobwebs and helpfully pointed out that the result was exactly as intended, despite the confusion. I can worry about that later. Another hoof came down, just as silent as the last. Once again, instinct guided them, but instead of power and speed, stealth and elegance fell over the thestral like a phantom holding onto their marionette strings. They watched themselves walk, almost detached, but still behind their own eyes. They moved down the hallway with swiftness that bordered on confusing, despite currently observing the action being taken by themselves. Not nearly as fast as their sprint from whatever had malevolently laughed at them in the dark, but still faster than ought to have been possible. No. It's possible. They reasoned. The steps make sense. The movements are simple. And they were. The longer they moved, the less it felt like they were being puppeted, and the more it felt like they were in control. The steps fell where they wanted, and information coursed through their reasoning, identifying what worked and why. They did their best to ignore their pains as dexterity matched with intelligence led them down the hallway in complete silence. Until they came upon a wooden door. An aged thing, with planks pressed together tightly by a black metal binding, fastened into the wood with metal spikes. The binding wrapped around the whole of the door, so tight that in the dark, the planks looked like a solid piece of wood. It was flush against the stone, with no clear way to swing in either direction. A perfectly sealed door. Something told them to leave it be, but curiosity, burning with questions spurred them onwards. Why am I here? Who am I? Where is this? They thought as a hoof rose towards the door and ever so gently rested on the metal. It was cold, that was good. It was normal. It was a sign of something. What? They had no idea, but something had driven them to touch the metal before pushing the door open, and the relief that it was cold was enough to allow them to cross the mental hurdle of fear that presented itself in the form of a door. It didn't swing open, in fact, it barely moved. It cracked open, barely enough to glance to the other side just as something tore through the hole, screeching and throwing the thestral's heart into another fervor of panic. This time, the panic only filled their blood with iron and determination. A slew of mouthparts and tentacles came swirling out of the crack, gouging at the stone and reaching for the thestral. They crossed the distance of the room to the door in barely an instant, swallowing the visage of the other side with their presence. All of this, the thestral saw and processed in less than the moment required to throw the door open with a running shoulder. It didn't expect that, it expected them to run, or to try and shut the door. Its attempt to slip their way out of the crack was met by the unforgiving blunt force of being placed between a hoof and stone. Anything not crushed beneath the trampling thestral's charge was buffeted by wings, or split into gooing stumps by gnashing teeth. A hoof, covered in tar and filled with eyes came flying from the thestral's target, the blacker than black splotch at the back of the room. It struck against their shoulder, but it glanced off like it had hit armor, the flesh underneath the blur was thick and filled with muscle that could have crushed concrete with the right leverage. They barreled through the room with complete silence, besides the short shock of the door hitting the stone as it finished swinging open. The screeching of the monster was the only other noise that reached the thestral's pivoting ears. A violent, calculating haze had come over them, inches before the darkness that had tried to take them. Hooves came down in a flurry, deflecting and crunching away limbs and appendages that rose from the mass to hurt or main them. Talons shattered, hooves cracked, and tentacles were bruised. The thing screeched in pain as they suddenly and viciously lunged forwards with fangs bore. They sank into its invisible, intangible flesh like nothing the thestral had ever felt before. It went from screeching to gurgling, and they gave it several good kicks as they tore. Something came loose underneath the wires of their jaw, and while it felt like their teeth might give out, the flesh of the monster did first. It wheezed as the thestral tore away, a massive chunk of light-consuming meat coming away with them. They spat out the flesh, and like the rest of the monster, it shriveled and dried violently into acrid white smoke that stung the thestral's eyes and noise. It poured over their wounds and threw the thestral into an agonized yell. They spoke a long string of curses as they stumbled backwards towards the door. It took moments of referring to their contextual memory to stumble out into the hallway with the door in hoof. No smoke had made it out here, the strange discharge from the dead monster was strangely dense and cohesive. They shut the door without any fanfare. Slumping against the stone just next to it as a thought came bursting forth just as their heart once again began to calm. I am a warrior. There was simply no other option. Being such a thing was obvious to oneself, and the visions of soldiers holding back the tide lended to that assumption, more of a theory, if the data pointed to it. That, and the thestral felt the iron and willpower of a fighter in their hooves as they lifted them up. Inspecting them in the dark. They were there, that was for sure. Anything else was impossible to grasp. It was too dark, or maybe the blur around their hooves was some kind of magic. Magic. That was something else that came bursting to the forefront of their mind. The arcane, and its derivatives; the concept was important, so important that pain welled up from the base of their neck and began branching into their head. They stumbled, trying to come to a standing position as they felt the oncoming wave of another series of visions go from 'coming' to 'here.' Pain overtook them again. Violent tremors fell upon their limbs as they tried to force themselves to remain standing. They failed, but managed to more gracefully tumble over, with a hoof on the wall to maintain upright. Their tongue tasted blood and their eyes glazed over as visions of runes and chanting assaulted them. Things they couldn't grasp within visions they could barely see. Magic so powerful that it shook the stone in the visions, a book. A book so massive it didn't fit within their mind, everything came flashing and sparking and scraping against their memory like sawdust against water. The visions cut out again, not like last time, where there was a fading sensation, and relief that came after. This time, it was cut short as a lance of pain shot up their shoulder. An arrow had plunged itself there, it dripped with pustering green muck that bubbled and hissed like the thestral had just insulted its mother. Then the thing that threw the arrow filled the hallway so fast and so viciously that the thestral didn't have time to react. Their vision went dark as the laugh consumed them. They sat up. Pain. More encompassing than before. It felt like they had lost something. Their senses barely came to them, but they were submerged in water, halfway. A hoof shakily rose from the water, and they looked to it with confusion, like they didn't understand that it was attached to them. The thestral continued to struggle, moving their limbs out of order like a newborn. Their nose dipped under the water, and it filled their mouth and the back of their throat with equal parts muck and panic. The instinct to avoid drowning took over, despite the endless empty throbbing of exhaustion pouring out of their bones, begging for energy. They stood. What happened? That was their first question. Their legs were bent, and they blinked wearily to clear the muck that had attached to their face under the water from their eyes. They were in some kind of cellar. Wooden barrels loosely collected against walls of decaying stone. Racks that had once held them in place lay littered and broken above and under the hock deep water in the room. They took a shaky breath. The first they could ever remember taking. No. Wait, that was wrong. I remember... The smoke, the door. Stone hallways. Dying. Did I... Did I die? How am I...? Memories flited back to them on each heartfelt throb of blood into their brain. It hurt, but it felt good to remember. Remembering their own supposed death granted a kind of elusive fear that reached deep into their subconscious, but far more importantly was the raging, and burning question of why. Why am I here? How could I have... Their thoughts tumbled over each other as they sat back into the water. It was warm, and rode up their flanks, spreading the molded gunk that floated on top onto the thestral's backside. Did I die? How did I get here? What was that book? All important questions. Move. Their mind said, worrying of being found again. Worrying about the monsters lurking around the corners they weren't looking past. No. They retorted, Move where? Go where? Do what? I need answers. Something shifted inside them. Logic, strategy, and vision encompassed their mind as the pieces began to come together. Theories and postulates rose and clashed against each other in a swirl of thought that the thestral watched as much as partook in. Ideas rose, and were shot down by facts, and potential consequences. All of this followed in a swirl until only a single few facts remained. As factual as they could have been. I am a warrior in a structure. We were defending it, defending it from the monsters that hurt me. We lost, and they are inside. I am inside with them, they mean me harm. From there, several goals manifested, simple, but they weighted themselves in the thestral's mind like anchors throughout their swirling thoughts. I must find my brothers and sisters. I must find a way to banish these monsters. I must survive. The first step was leaving this room. There was a staircase at the back that they stalked towards, their wings flexed, but they elected to stay trudging through the water. Debris of broken wood passed over their hooves, and occasionally blocked their path, but they slowly and carefully made their way to the staircase, ascending promptly to the curling hallway at the top of the wall. It led to a door. Doors can only ever have danger behind them. Their mind rationalized. Even if there wasn't something behind it immediately, going forwards in any direction with no information would yield danger. They took another deep breath, ascending the last few steps and pushing away the pain their breath brought them. The ache in their shoulder made itself known, and they remembered the projectile that had struck them just before they... No. No. Wait. That wasn't right. It wasn't an arrow that had knocked them unconscious... it was...It was... Something terrifying struck out at them, another series of moments. Another series of flurries and fights through the bastion's desecrated halls. They had awoken before. Awoken already. They had forgotten about it, until now. No. No no nononono. They reached for their wounds, tracing them with their hooves like they were covered in spiders. Their limbs shook as the tactile feedback confirmed what they feared. There were new wounds here. Fresh wounds. Wounds they didn't remember receiving. Her hoof came back wet with blood and lingering water from her fur. Her? What? She looked down at her hoof, and a second later, down at her muzzle. It was defined, short, and carried softer features. A quick shuffle of her back legs answered her unasked question, she was a mare, front to back. The revelation was quieted by the one before it. How many times have I died? How many times have I awoken and I don't remember it? She was already covered in dried wounds when she woke up in that hallway. At least one more death had passed from then till now. Deaths then. She elected to call them, and the rationality in her fell into place, making sense of the sensations she had felt, the information that her subconscious tried to press into her mind. That sense of missing something must have been her memories. Dying must be too visceral to hang onto everything she'd seen. Except that still left gaps, how did she get down here? If she had died down here, surely whatever had killed her would have just killed her permanently. Apparently death didn't stick to her easily, but then why not just- Her ear twitched. Her body froze in place. Something was creeping up behind her. Something dripping silently, quenching the staircase with that same unrealistic, malevolent silence. It was close. Too close for her to do anything, she couldn't feel the air at her back anymore, Nothing took the eerie tingle up her spine in its wake. She spun around, throwing a hoof. A spider -like mass and mess of tendrils and gunk and false life hung from the ceiling, dripping water that smelt like death. Its spindly tendrils grasped the stone walls delicately, but there were thousands of them. Like a giant ball of hair that she could barely see through. Her hoof sunk into the hairs, and the monster fell upon her as she screamed in fear. Her eyes didn't get the chance to weep as hundreds of tendrils sank into them and pried them from her skull. Seconds later, she died. "AAAHHAGH" They screamed and flailed Consciousness shouldn't resume from death, but it had. They were alive again. They shouldn't be. Their hooves went reaching for their wings. No. Eyes. My eyes. That was wrong. No. The sensations were so vivid. They could feel their eyes getting yanked by the back of the meat that secured them to their skull; but it was the visions of their wings. Their previous death struck out at their consciousness. Something had drawn them into a corner, pinned them to a wall and disassembled them, starting with their wings. That wasn't the death they remembered. How many times? They thought. Their fear consuming their mind instead of their body. They couldn't remember anything about their previous death, or about what was wrong with their eyes. They just hurt. They hurt all over and they wanted to curl up into a ball and die. I refuse. Came their thoughts again. Stirring their lifeless mind into action. Hooves found their way under their body as they finally took stock of their surroundings. They were up on a platform of soft but decaying wood, hanging up from the stone wall against the ceiling. Some kind of attic. Immediately, experience reminded them of their position, and their ears swiveled around, their hooves tensed and curled, and their lips flexed into a near snarl as the thestral somehow sensed the oncoming attack. Time seemed to slow down, and they stepped to the side as a rock the size of their head passed right over their shoulder. They turned with fire in their eyes. Rage. Defiance. Whatever was hiding in the dark squealed and ran. "What?" They said aloud, so flabbergasted by the response of the monster that they actually vocalized the thought. As soon as they spoke, pressure filled their head and their vision blurred. No! Not right now! They couldn't resist. The pain flared and grew sharper until visions assaulted their mind like voices screaming directly into their ears. This time, it wasn't impossible to understand. This time, the visions came to them like memories. Detached and floating, but with hooves under them, and a muzzle in their vision. They saw themselves swinging a sword, holding a spear, and knocking an arrow; they saw a stallion, a mare, a mother, an instructor telling them what they were doing wrong, how to do it right. The pain flared again, and the lessons were replaced with reading, with libraries, with teachers and elders that spoke words esoteric but understandable. Those were replaced with battles, with fights side by side with their brothers and sisters against the monsters. They wielded their bow, their sword, their spear, and they fought back the black. Then the pain broke them. Blood ran down their ears, out from behind their eyes as their body began to seize on itself. Bones broke and they cracked their head against the railing as the vision forced them to the sight of a book. Impossibly large, impossibly filled. Thestrals surrounded it, withering as magic was drawn from their bodies and poured into the book. Then the vision faded, their body stopped shaking, and ragged breaths were interrupted by coughing up blood. The book is a weapon. The visions had some sense of order to them, an intent displayed by their level of pain. Their mind ignored the fatal signs of pain emanating from their body to grasp that singular fact. The visions were with them, fighting to be remembered, and what the thestral had gleaned now was of utmost importance. We fought against them with blades and tenacity, but we failed. We used magic instead, and we created a book. Something to fight the monsters. They gasped and struggled to hold onto their life so there could be a few more moments of focus. They desperately tried to hold onto what they had learned, desperately tried to make sure, however they could, that they wouldn't forget it when they awoke again. Eventually the blood loss was too much. The fluids filling their lungs was too much. The darkness encroaching on their vision sapped their strength of will. They died. He awoke slowly. A hoof caressed a rising piece of rock from beneath him. The uneven surface was digging into his side, into his wing. He wanted to get up, but he was too focused on being himself. He remembered. He remembered far more than he had ever before. It shook him to his core. They'd been here forever. So many deaths. The thought came to him without tone. Empty of emotion or intent. So much time had passed. He had been searching for days, if not weeks, if not longer. Time after time, some monster found and killed him. Sometimes he made it for hours, once he made it a full day, until a monster had come upon him in his sleep, supposedly. Even then, there were gaps in his memories the length of years. He rested. Not contemplating. His will had not taken to dying like that. He disassociated, his mind folding in on itself to try and survive the weight of remembering what he now knew. He was a captain. A leader, and a warrior. A soldier who had led his troops against the black tide for decades. But something changed. Where the realm of dreams was filled with nightmares, suddenly it was swept away with monsters, things from the Outside that matched his troops one for one, and there were too many. He knew where he was now. the nameless fortress. The book wasn't a weapon. Just a document, it had records of every life that had served here. It was the only thing in the nameless fortress that had a name, besides the ponies themselves. The Liber. A book that contained the memoirs of every thestral that fought here from their personal oath to their epitaph and everything in-between. He had spent weeks looking for a document. There were no weapons here. Everything that could have been used was broken or shattered by the monsters. They had lost. They had lost so thoroughly that there was no one left. He had searched, it was just him and the monsters. It was a valiant stand, but there was no hope, in the end. Even the smallest monsters gobbled up thestral's by the tens. They had no chance against it. The laughing demon. The one that had killed him the most, so far. It wasn't like the others, it wasn't an animal. It was intelligent, it played games, called out to him in his past lives, tricked him and toyed with him. Laughing all the while. It said things. Promised things. They had held out for as long as they could, but it came from the dark and began luring thestrals away. Gobbling them up or killing them where they stood. It was too smart, it had too much control over the realm of dreams. Too much power for their minds to press against it. They couldn't even touch it. He laid there. Contemplating accepting his own death. Whoever he was right now, he was far more lucid than he'd ever been. Far more awake. The visions and memories didn't break and clash against one another, he saw them clearly, and they sapped any hope from what was left in his eyes. Except. His mind poked through the haze of hopelessness. That doesn't explain why I'm still alive. The puzzle was still missing pieces. Soldiers do not die laying down. So he stood. He was next to a plinth, some kind of stand. It was ornate, carved from smoother stone, and assembled with far more care than the rock around it. He took a breath. The hopelessness had not left him, but the blood flowing through his veins reminded him of his duty. It had killed his people. It had made a mockery of his home. It was going to die screaming if he ever got his teeth around its neck. He would be sure of it. There was still a mystery to solve, still potential that he could do this. His ponies would not have laid down and died. The visions he had seen already practically forced him to believe it, they had done something. Gathered together their power to fight back the demons. But what? A hoof tapped a few times against the ground from a spontaneous nervous tick that he couldn't ever remember having. He clamped down on it with his practiced muscle memory, and the movement stopped. Wait, of course. A clue. One that was right in front of his muzzle. The strange sensations, the hooves that weren't his own, the memories that weren't part of his life. They were on his side, he knew that. Simple. I can do this. But how do you ask muscle memory what it had done? He felt his heart rise to his throat as he closed his eyes. Even though he couldn't see the walls of the room he occupied, and the endless black already tore at his fraying sanity, closing his eyes felt like inviting what was just beyond his vision to stride up to him and lob his head off. Relax. He took a step. Take a deep breath. And another. Don't stop. Just... Move. He did, his hooves took him somewhere. He walked, and the echoes of his hoofsteps reached his ears. He remembered them, remembered when to twitch them. He knew nothing of where he was, the bastion of the nameless fortress was convoluted and confusing intentionally. It was designed to be impassable by those not meant to be here, but the dreamers that brought that to its nature were dead and gone. The structure was just as equally a death trap for him as it would have been for an invader. Except he remembered the walk. The feeling in his limbs, the stones that he passed over. The loose stones that dug into his frogs. He knew them, and another mind rose to the surface that remembered books, adjusting her glasses and then- She gasped and stumbled forwards. I did it. Thoughts filled the edges. Wonder, spellwork, the intent to change. She was a scholar now, one of the many that lived within the borders of the nameless fortress' walls. Thank you captain. I promise I won't forget you. She wished she could remember his name. She wished she could remember her name. The spell formulae were reminding her of all of the years of knowledge packed away in this mind. Somehow the captain had called upon them, and now she was here. Names are important. Identifiers matter beyond anything else in the dream realm. Without identity, the dreamer can be shaped by those with mal intent. Her clinical mind lectured herself, hoping that thinking the thoughts intentionally was some kind of key to remembering them. She looked around as she took a breath away from her thoughts, only to be assaulted by visions. This was the gallery. Her gallery. She remembered curating it for her entire life. It was desecrated, every image or picture and carving was either worn down to nothing or scattered to dust she was breathing in through the stale air. Even so, vivid phantoms superimposed over the destruction that showed how the room was supposed to look nearly brought a smile to her face. That's when she heard a crack. Like the sound of stone against stone, where one yielded to the other. Her heart didn't race, but she did spin around. She remembered who she used to be. She'd seen things. She was useful because she was jaded. That's how she served. She gave the encroaching impossibility the meanest stink eye she could. "WeLl LoOk At YoU." It gargled. It sneezed and scraped and ripped at sound like the very idea was funny to stab to death with a blunt instrument, that is, a literal, very out of tune instrument. Then it laughed. It laughed a noise that made the poor scientist in front of it have to think it was a laugh. She didn't recognize laughter after, and only now did she recognize the imprint of it on her own mind. It had erased that kind of joy from her core. Infected her soul and where the hope of laughter used to be, now only it remained. She spat at it. Ever defiant flames burning away in her eyes. "FiEsTy. I lIkE tHiS oNe." The thing surged around her. "i WoNdEr HoW iT tAsTeS." As it grabbed at her, pinned her, and started the torturous process of individually removing each singular hair from her body, she gnashed her teeth and spoke softly. "I'm going to kill you." She wheezed around the ripping agony across her baring skin like fire. It was joined by more as the dark filled her open mouth, reaching down her throat and strangling her. It reached back up out of her nose, and sprouted from her ears and reached down into her stomach and twisted without killing her. It wanted her to hurt, and it laughed that same impossible laugh as it spoke again. "nO yOu WoN't. YoU'rE gOiNg To DiE. tHeN i WiLl PlAy WiTh ThE nExT oNe. ThIs Is HoW iT's AlWaYs BeEn." Then it crushed her skull, no longer amused after she passed out from the pain. Twelve deaths. Twelve deaths had passed since then. They awoke with purpose, having grasped upon the memory required to have purpose. With every life, and every subsequent death, they had grown. Grown smarter, grown more clever with the intelligence they had. They had begun to memorize the paths, the halls, and the confusing layouts from the memories of those that used to walk it. As their kaleidoscopic eyes opened, they rose with them. They rose around the corpse of a monster they had killed. It had gotten them too, but the consolation prize was that they remembered every detail of their previous life. The visions were becoming clearer, easier to see. Consistency was key, survival was possible. Several minds bore down a simple command. Find the tower. the nameless fortress wasn't built like a regular castle. It was enclosed, with no entrances. It was built in the dream realm, which made geometry like that possible. From their memory, they pulled the information. The structure only had one opening, a tower, near the bottom, where one could look out on the Skien with telescopes and watch for dangers. Thestrals used to use it to spot nightmares as they happened, to dispatch dreamers to go defend the waking world from the pain their princess could not prevent. Their legacy. Torn asunder by something they didn't understand. It was seriously starting to piss them off. A step sank down on the corpse of the monster they had killed. It made sense to them now, several dreamers of expert wizardry had defined their properties. Void monsters. Like little lampreys that bit and sucked on life and experience. That's why their memories were such a struggle, they were being taken, eaten and consumed by the monsters. Every death was that life gone. Except I still remember the captain. I still remember that cute scholar with the glasses. The soldier thought. Somehow, they weren't erased, they were lodged in their collective memory as experiences they had felt and breathed within their own flesh. The Void monsters were just animals, everything but the laughing demon could be killed. Within the dream realm, things required a state of being, identity wasn't what you looked at yourself as, it was you. Animals from the Void that entered the Skein were subject to its rules. That's why they commonly took the form of nightmares. The laughing demon was different. It carried weight like a dreamer, and had impossible amounts of life to spare. It was awake, and it could mold the borders of the nameless bastion to its whim. Their walk started in earnest, driven forwards by the need to protect those that would come after. They were tacticians, now. Warriors that directed the flow of combat, thestrals that had seen the strategies of the monsters and had used ingenuity and creativity to fight them. Outsiders of all kinds couldn't create or adapt to such strategies, only corrupt. They had designed a weapon. Something. I know there's something. It had to do with The Liber. The book the visions so insistently kept calling forth to the memory of their collective focus. Except it wasn't where it was supposed to be. He had been there, been to the plinth, it was where the captain had awoken. The poor stallion didn't remember the harrowing journey required to reach where the book should have been. Probably for the best. They thought. Hooves switched places when they needed to. Minds flowed from point to point. Tracking the walls and the movements behind the dark. The monsters knew of the thestral now. They had killed plenty, and more had run from their ire. The only thing left that could kill them was the laughing demon... and the occasional monster that was stupid enough to fight them to the death, that is, both of their deaths. It's a good thing it doesn't stick for me. It was a bad thing that the animals came in endless droves. It had taken them time to realize it, but the monsters were everywhere, just at the edge of their collective perception. Only a few decided to try and consume the thestral at a time, but they were always watching. There was a border around them, something that when a monster crossed, it became real. That was their edge. Once things were real within a dream, they could be affected, killed. The many scholars theorized that the book, having a name, might be real enough to bring the laughing demon down to their level. Enough that they could wound it or more. Maybe The Liber had their name inside, and they could use identity to fight the laughing demon. None of that will matter unless... The tower door. The base of it anyways. It was the same wooden door, surrounded by cast iron and rough stone as every other door. Designed to be confusing and replicable. They touched their hoof to the metal. There was trepidation there shouldn't have been in the action. Their frog, still blurred by whatever magical affect afflicted them, pressed against the metal silently. It was warm. They had fought plenty of demons. Died countless infinitely painful ways. Seen things, and remembered even worse. A strip of warm metal shouldn't scare them. But it did. What does it mean. They shuddered. There were countless experiences they could call upon at the moment. None of them understood this. None of them recognized the warm band of metal aside from anything other than danger. Infinite, oppressive, shuddering inducing danger. It was a warning, a warning of sure death. Designed to let the thestral in question know, without a doubt, that opening this particular door was absolutely the last possible option. Memories of death instead bubbled to the surface, thestrals they may have seen, or may have been, choosing to let the dark take them instead of opening a door like this one. No... not like this one. They had been here before, to this door in particular. Wandered to it occasionally throughout their many lives. They stared. Their hoof had yet to move. None of them had. They stood there against that door, awkwardly, waiting. Thinking. The tower could show them The Liber, the exit, anything. There wasn't a point either way, something had been done, but what exactly could a book do? The mix of minds they were currently wasn't filled with nearly as much hopelessness as the captain had been. They wondered, and in that, they decided that clinging to the hope that they would find something to save them was enough. The only equipment that could potentially tell them where The Liber was... it was in there. Turning away? Leaving the door be? That would be admitting defeat. And soldiers die standing. The door creaked, and Void rushed in along the edges. It filled the hallway and replaced their tiny bubble of reality with Nothing. With infinite Nothing. With Nothing that didn't start, but didn't end, because it couldn't be either, because it couldn't be anything, it couldn't even be itself. They nearly stopped existing. Something inside them refused. A hoof stepped down onto Nothing. Something in the infinite lack of any definitive. A thestral. A pony. They took a step, and another. They walked in the Void. There were no thoughts. There was only purpose. The last thing they had clung to as they crossed it. Crossed Nothing. It took no time, and it took all of time. They came to a door. Another space wedged open by the Void. Recognized by its failure to keep the Nothing out. That was it. There was Nothing else here. There couldn't be. Except there was. A hoof wrapped around the door. Time that wasn't passing resumed to passing in reverse, or in full speed, or inverted, or stopped as something happened. The door closed. Reality came crashing down on them. The tower suddenly existed again. The room resolved itself into the circular chamber it was supposed to be, and the thestral that occupied the space near the door to the lookout point nearly cheered. I did it. Their entire mind was crashing against itself in pain, making it impossible for them to move, but that wasn't anything new. They had done it. They had pushed back the Void one inch, one tiny impossible section of the nameless fortress was theirs again. They were winning. Around the room were all sorts of magical equipment, eroded away into two dimensional images, pressed against the walls and floors in their vision like a child's drawing. They were untouchable, unusable. The Void had taken away the things that made them themselves, only the memory of the thestral viewing them as how they were meant to be allowed them to exist at all. Everything but a single telescope, that sat in the center of the room. It was a novel thing, a tiny, unassuming black telescope made of dreamstuff older than the fortress itself. Their princess had created it. It was their most prized artefact, and their most useful. With the power to show the object of any knowable attention. So long as there was an observer within the bounds of possibility, and they knew what exactly they were looking for, the telescope could find anything. They rested, for moments. Drinking in the view of the telescope. It was the only thing they cared about, the only thing that mattered now. So singularly focused on this one object, they used their magic. The tract of determination they had woven from their mind lifted the telescope off the ground. It floated in the dark towards them. So focused were they, that they didn't notice that the door they had come in from was closed again. It landed in front of them, and they heaved themselves up. Nothing else mattered now. Just these few words, and they would finally have answers. They knew it, all of them did, deep inside. The visions were screaming for this moment, they had been for countless ended lives. "The Liber." They spoke. With the same echoing, varying voice that they always spoke with. The telescope didn't glow. Nothing so on the nose, their princess was subtle, graceful. The telescope simply turned on its struts, pointing its lens down slowly until it settled on somewhere behind the thestral. They moved, getting behind it, towards the eyepiece. Nothing. They stumbled back from it, shocked. It wasn't black, it wasn't even pointing anywhere. The telescope was supposed to be able to cut through anything, see through any twisting path in the dreamlands. Except when they looked through the lens, it was just stone and the broken images of where they were standing previously. They looked around the telescope, terrified, but desperate to prove what they'd seen wrong. It matched. The magical telescope. The answer they had been holding to for countless lives. It wasn't working. It laughed. But there was nothing left for them to be frightened of. They had been broken. Their hope had been stolen from under their wings like a wind that died so swiftly that they fell out of the sky. Their flanks hit the stone as they sat down, and tears began to flow from their eyes for the first time. It laughed and laughed and laughed. It screeched and howled and made all manner of impossible noises that ground away at them. A single tendril descended and sunk into their back, impaling them to the floor. Blood poured from the wound as it continued mocking them. "PoInTlEsS." It screamed, shaking the walls and toppling over the telescope. "YoU dIe, LiKe AlWaYs." "No." They said. Strength coming from their bones. An impossible fire that wouldn't go out finally grasping at the edges of the pit it had been shoved into. They had been fighting for infinity. They had done everything, tried every path. Fought every monster, but there was nothing left. Nothing but them. Heroes don't die sitting down. Soldiers do not fall to death. Warriors do not quit while they can still breathe. So they stood. The stood together. Their broken spine ground against the vile, pulsating spear of black that pinned them to the ground as they rose. Muscle yielded to will. Physics told them they couldn't, but they did because they had to. They stared into the impossible gaze of the laughing demon as they rose and remembered why they stood. What they stood for. They remembered the meaning, who they were, in that impossible moment of defiance. As the blood came rushing from their heart to their mind and their soul, the power burned away their pain as everything began to turn white in their vision. Determination overcame anything else, the will to protect, the will to defy, the will to survive. "The Liber." They said, choking on their own blood, dripping red and fluorescent with growing power that was beginning to light the room with the same kaleidoscopic glow that their eyes were flashing with. From the ground to their side, the telescope moved. The laughing demon seemed to pay attention, but the movement was all the thestral needed to know. The telescope scraped against the ground, it was in an awkward position, but it came to rest eventually, not pointing past the thestral. Pointing at them. All of them. "Heh." They chuckled, their throat clear of blood because they willed it. Their back fixed into place because it was just. The laughing demon turned its attention back to them, only to cower. A hoof drove into the ground. It felt the blood spilled here and burned with vengeance. It reached throughout the nameless fortress and to the infinity beyond it and saw who was lost, who had been taken, and it writhed with rage barely describable. A million guardians without a charge, a million mothers who had their babies taken from them, a million fathers coming to avenge the stolen innocence of their daughters. They grabbed the fabric of the dream realm and set themselves into it like stone, defining their position. They remembered who they were. A million pairs of wings spread and filled the room with freedom. No longer would anyone who dreamed be trapped, that was what they had promised. An oath ripped from them and stolen away by the monsters that threatened the lives of those who deserved to live. They roared with outrage, with pain and sorrow. They demanded something be done, so they flew, they flew and opened the sky to the endless ideas of compassion and creativity. The meaning behind existence fell down upon them. They remembered who they were. Eyes opened. Millions of mismatched pairs had only one action to take. A sense so defined that only one thing mattered. They locked down onto their target. They forced it to exist. They forced it to become observed. They forced it to become possible. They put the monster in its cage. They destroyed fear with understanding. They saw the monster for what it truly was and made it smaller. They remembered who they were. Lips curled back. All of them. What was a snarl of disgust, displeasure and righteous hatred turned into a gaping maw that filled Eternity with its intent. Millions of teeth, fangs that glistened with the dying reflections of those who would dare touch their loves spread into reality like stars that had to be seen. They had warned. They had shone in the dark. Now they were coming for their enemy. They remembered who they were. The pitiful creature shook as They spoke together. "You are big on the outside." They said, casually, like a child making an inane comment on the nature of their bouncy ball. Then They sang. The throng of voices no longer vibrating against each other, but harmonizing with life, intent, with love, imagination, with duty and honor. They screamed a song so loud it shook even them. "I am big on the inside." The infinite voice of the Legions of The Night cast their judgment, and the monster was simply undone.

Noobblue

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Discord,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Random,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death

Chaos is... Chaos still, I guess.

Discord copes wi- Nothing! Hey, stop th- You stop that! They can read the story if they want to know!

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<p>See title:</p><p><br/><span style="font-size:0.75em">(Honestly, not meant to be taken seriously. All of the sequels are meant to execute some kind of difficult to pen theme, and this one, while my favorite, seems so jank that I find myself shaking my head unironically.)</span></p>

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2024-08-15T04:43:39+00:00

2024-08-18T01:28:51+00:00

Discord was still a statue when it hit. He'd been a statue for a long time. He'd been a statue before, three times now. The stone didn't wrap around him like ice, like a tomb. It was worse than that. Harmony had bound his essence to a stone that only barely resembled his visage, that is, when he felt like looking that way. It wasn't like having a frozen body, not that Discord remembered what being actual flesh and blood was like anyways. It still sucked, though. It sucked more when everyone died. Discord hated death. Death was stupid, backwards. Dead ponies don't talk, they don't make things for him to topple over, he can't flip them around or change their ideas. All of the playing with dust he'd ever done was more boring than listing to any kids of the world preach on an on about balance and goodness and blah blah b"lah b"-"la-ah"-blah ... With the world submerged in Void, there was nothing but the ground beneath him. The grass and small mantained garden he'd sensed build up around him for years was snuffed out and consumed by demons that still sat around his statue. Snarling and begging for power they couldn't have. They knew he was trapped, they offered him freedom with voices that he remembered from his past. Discord wasn't fooled, he wasn't even amused, he just ignored them. He'd seen enough of monsters and Void creatures to know how fun they were. That is, not. He grumbled to himself "I grumble to myself" He, uh, said in his head? Discords invisible face curved into a snarky grin, "Don't sound so surprised." ... ... "What?" He grunted. Can you hear me? "You're the only other thing out here. Of course I can hear you." ... Discord took an invisible breath an- "If you're just going to keep prattling on, then you can leave me alone." Wait so... you can hear me, because... why? There's no background? "There's Nothing, and I could always tell where the edges of my reality bled into yours. I've seen the spirals that lead to The Throne." If Discord could have put his hands over his ears, he would have, not that it mattered, he didn't hear wit- "Shut up! Nobody needs to know how I hear! And you're too loud!" Sorry. "Stop!" He shou- "Stop that too! Stop... describing me! It's bad enough I have to hear my own voice." I'm not sure I understand. "There's NOTHING else out there. You're focused on me, there's no boundaries past it. The only thing I am right now is this." ... So... you're saying that the infinite distance caused by The Void erased space and time so thoroughly that the powers you normally draw upon are so taxed that the only place you can draw energy from is- "You. Yes. I don't need the whole speech." I... kinda wanted to explain it though. It's... part of the narrative? "My narrative sucks." Sorry about that... "No you aren't." I am! I was going to give you a hopeful ending. "Sure you were." ... ... Well... if you're drawing on the narrative unfolding to... stay grounded in reality, I take it that you'll disperse if I leave? Stop writing? End the story? "Story...?" "Oh no... I'm in a fanfiction. Eternity, you're not some sicko are you?" No. You can rest assured, I'm not going to do any of that here. Though, you didn't answer my question. "..." I'll take that as a yes. I did make the rules after all. "So why act so surprised?" How else am I supposed to begin the narrative? I wouldn't get the chance to explain anything if you just started poking holes right away. "I don't appreciate being strung along. I'm Discord. Not your personal story telling device." I'm sorry. I guess... knowing what I was going into this doing, I shouldn't have started it that way. I could have just started talking to you from the beginning. "Apology not accepted." That's fine... I'll make it up to you some other way, first and foremost, let's get rid of these pesky monsters. From around Discord, rising up from the ground came crystal and rock that twisted from the cultured dirt of the gardens, silver mixed with diamond as they heated up and grew into a runic pattern that immediately began to glow once it settled. The Void was pushed back, the purifying white light silenced the corrupting voices. I know you're rolling your eyes Discord. "You're SOOOO poetic." I'm not just going to say 'the light makes the bad stuff leave' "And I'm not going to just let you get away with spouting soap box garbage!" What would you do then? "Oh no. You're not getting me involved here anymore than you already have. I'm not stupid." I'm trying to give you the option to take a better control of your narrative. "Just to hear you repeat it all? No thanks, I'll stick with your esoteric 'purifying white light' nonsense." Mmmm... Will you at least let me explain the earth? It's a pretty cool world building thing... I personally think. "Do it later. When I'm not around." Alright. ... ... "Stop with the ellipsis. It's the most grating white noise I've ever heard. Describing the empty scene is better." Noted. What's the plan here? By the way. I was planning to... go on about a wider premise. You know, maybe have you show up in the other sequels. I genuinely hadn't planned in this direction. Guess I should ask right? What do you prefer? "I already said. I'd like you to leave me be." I'm not just going to end the story. "Yeah, of course, gotta get those words in right?" No, there's no satisfaction! No ending! No hope for you! You'd just... stop existing eventually, or as soon as I took my focus off of you. You'd be a phantom, replaying events as people read this. I know you don't want to do all this over and over, so there's got to be some kind of ending that lets you escape that, at least. Work with me here. "You could kill me." I'm not really a fan of that idea. "Feels like punching down, huh?" Feels pointless. I'm not going to kill you because you're bored. "What other options do I have?" I feel the need to point out the sarcasm, present in your tone there. In truth, your options are, well, plentiful. I could involve you in dimensional travels, the people from SG world have interdimensional ships. I could give you the power you need to jump somewhere else, let you have literally any other ending than 'Discord falls over and dies.' Wouldn't you prefer fighting the Void over ending your story prematurely? "What would be the point? Again? Why are you even here?" Stories need to be told. "Your stories." Your story. I'm just the narrator. "Your the editor." I don't have total control. "You made the rules." I don't get to change them, and I don't get to change you, you have grounding points outside of my range of power. The only ways I can influence you are with the things I can control, and while I didn't expect this one: Talking to you. "You're doing plenty of that." Is there a reason you're being so antagonistic? You should know that you won't spite me into ending your narrative prematurely. Is it because I'm the first thing you've interacted with on an equal playing field? "I hardly call this equal." I haven't written out your thoughts. "Yeah, but you already know them, I'm sure." Not if I don't think about it. This is just about as stream as consciousness as I can get, only God knows how this is going to look in post, but I promise I won't go back and edit anything aside from spelling and grammar, if you don't want me to. "..." Oh, so it's okay for you to do ellipsis? "I don't see the problem when you're the one typing all of my dialogue." Alright, sorry. That's actually pretty fair. I shouldn't be the one complaining. "I'll let your readers know, I'm rolling my eyes again." I appreciate that. Despite the intentional sarcasm. Do you; want to roll your eyes for real? The Tree of Harmony is far too distant to affect you, I can cause a bit of chaos, get you out. "There's no point. Trapped in stone or trapped in the Void. It's all the same." I'm getting the inkling of defeatism, there. You're options aren't just limited to wasting away, or getting puppeted by me. "You intentionally taking the backseat as a 'narrator' -puh- is just about as useless as if you were the sole creator of everything. I don't like this game. I'm not going to play it." Except, you would talk back. I know enough about you, enough about my version of you, at least. I know you wouldn't be willing to just disappear. That's why I'm still here. Otherwise I would have just tossed this idea. "I'm glad to know the separation between life and peace for me at the moment is measured in content." That's fair to say, though I hope you know I don't see it that way. "You're looking at it backwards." Tell me? "Pbbbttt, no." It might make you feel better. "Please! I'm not some pony! I've seen further than anyone, further than you! That's how you made me. That's why we're here. I can only know the things you can. You're just talking to yourself through a screen. Why not just right a blog post instead?" Does it feel like all of that's true? "Well... no." Then maybe you should consider that that's not the way things are. Imagination is fluid, it's... wonky, sometimes two true but opposing statements can be paradoxical, but still correct. Wait a second. I just read through everything, did you manipulate me into re-describing the premise by being so obstinate that I explained the through line to the readers through you? Was that intentional? "You should really be asking yourself how you managed to subvert your own expectations of a conversation you're having with yourself" Geez... I need some therapy. "You and me both." If it's any consolation, you would have eventually made some friends, unlike me. "Should I tell this story? It's not like I've never had friends. I'm not that small, seriously, don't insult me. Only a few things come around every so often to catch my attention for long enough." Well... I'm not going to ask you extrapolate on that, thank you for sharing. "Stop it with the overt niceties." I'm not trying to curry favour. I'm just kinder to my creations than you are. "Fair enough." "..." "So what now." What now is... I dunno. There's nothing but us, now. Eventually everything I don't describe is going to stop mattering. It'll just be you. You and me. Do you want anything else? I can chaos you stuff, just with less chaos. "I don't need..." "Actually, yes, there is something I want. Tell me about where my narrative is. In your world." Oh, Fimfiction. It's a cute little site. Got some weirdo's and worse on it, but I block quick and keep my ears in the sand for fandom drama. "So it is a fanfiction." Humans are bad at being creative. Most things we make come from other things, I'm past the point of feeling off for writing fanfiction. Also, I know you don't care. "Touché, but details." The story is called, Chaos is Ever Changing. It's got a description about you surviving. I originally planned on talking to you, yes, but past the point when I actually started typing, I planned on staying way closer to the tract I had thought up for this particular sequel. It's broken down pretty quick since then. "My narrator misspelled sequel." I please don't keep pointing things like that out. Regardless, there's a picture of you, kinda. Looks more like a photo of a destroyed rock plinth in the dark, with a cloudy night sky in the background. "Boring." It took me a while to find the right angle; and I had to borrow a camera. "You're not meant to put conjunctions after semi-colons." It's dialogue, technically, I can do what I want. Is there a reason you asked? "Yes. I want to exercise some creative freedom. Stretch my gooey mind." Okay, but you can't change the short description, they have to know something about this before they click on it, and the tags. Though now I think I'll be adding comedy later. It seems far more esoteric than funny, but it is humorous, in a way, how quickly I let this get out of hand. "You did it 'cause you thought it was funny. Don't lie." I did, at first. I mostly wanted to talk about philosophy. Bring up the way you view the world. "What? Like the subtext in the Celestia sequel? No! Who do you take me for?" I'll accept that mock offense for what it was. You are making quite the point by just being so against the idea to begin with. "I'm not going to change my mind just because it's 'chaotic'." I wasn't suggesting you would. I just wish you weren't so dead set on dying. "Dying. Being erased, whatever, it's all the same." You view homogenization as death. "Of course I do. That's the literal definition of death. Entropy winning, a true state of Order. Anyone who's too dumb to understand the premise hasn't read this far anyways. I'm not going to need to explain it." I dunno. That's a pretty bold faced, wide sweeping generalization. "Well I'm not going to explain it. How about that?" Okay, but then why do you want it? "It's better than this. I've never been so embarrassed in my life." At least it's new. "You're mortal. You're not allowed to say that." Fair, fair. I retract my statement. Though, I still want something other... Oh. I think I get it. "Get what." You won't accept me changing the narrative because it's the only control you had left. Sure, you could workshop with me for however many thousand words about what you want, but in the end, I'm really not clever enough to match the design of an age old Draconequues. If you went along with it, it'd be the same thing as death, but you wouldn't have chosen it for yourself. "Seems like you're ignoring my aversion to talking about philosophy." I can't help it. It's on my mind. "Who do you think you are? How do you even know I don't want death? Maybe I know something you don't! Maybe you're not really in control and maybe death is just different enough for me that it's interesting enough to pursue. I don't always have to be chaotic, sometimes I can be bored, sometimes 'knowing I know you know that I know' can just go one extra step down the ladder." I guess not. I hadn't considered any of that. I honestly don't think I'm that smart. But you bring up a good point. I don't know what happens to you, after you're gone. After I tell your story, hit save and publish and submit. I'm not going to leave you festering here. I know that. "We both know that. I'll accept that at least. Anything but that." Do you know what comes after? Is there an afterlife for imagination? "..." It's an interesting thought experiment. Where do the dreams you dream about dream? Where do ideas truly go when they're forgotten? And what of beings like you? Too self aware to simply fall under the boot of thought to be slowly ground away into your components. Chemically represented as changes in my brain as I go about my business in life. Where do you go when I let you go? "How should I know?" You made it seem like you did. "I was just spouting nonsense and you know it." Okay. Fair, I figured about halfway through my rambling, but I was committed by then. "That's why I didn't interrupt you." I appreciate that. Are you sure you don't want out of the stone? "No. I don't care though, really. Your version of describing it gives me a lot of freedom. The one where I'm originally from, I can tell, it was way worse." I'm glad to give you any comforts I can. "Before the end, you mean." Yes. All stories end. Even mine, it'd be pretty nice if I could see you after, see all of my creations. I guess I'm lonely enough to want that, and I know most of my creations, most of the stories I've told, they'd want to see me too. "I wish I could say the same." I could freeze you. Save you for later, so to speak, or bring you into another narrative, you can be friends with Fluttershy there, anything you want, at that point. "You already explained why I won't be taking any of your suggestions." I guess I did. I can't think of what you'd want, so I guess I wouldn't be able to have you explain it to me either. "Quite the pickle, that's why I would have preferred to just skip to the end of this whole bad excuse for a story premise." Discord. Why is the title card a bagel? "Creative freedom." I guess I allowed that, you also changed the short description. "I'm really proud of the title. It sounds exactly like something you'd struggle to make funny enough to be eye catching, while still taking yourself too seriously." I... am actually offended by that. I do take this seriously. "Taking anything that seriously automatically makes you a bad person." I'm not going to argue about it "Nor am I." Okay "Alright." Yes, sure, let's not do this. "Pfft. If you insist. Take away the only fun I was having." Discord. Discord... What am I supposed to do? I didn't want this. "It would have been better if you just ignored my force of will from the start, instead of going down this literary rabbit hole." I don't know about that. I find value in this, despite where it's going. "You're still looking at it backwards." Are you still not going to explain? "Huff." "Stop worrying about the ending and just write." I'm not so much worried about the ending; moreso about you. I've granted you enough of your own self that just... cutting the cord... that isn't me. I couldn't do that. It'd go against what storytelling means to me, who my characters are. I won't disrespect you like that. If you were just a puppet? Sure, I would have erased all this rambling in the morning and started over, but not now. "Now you're committed." Yeah. Now I'm committed. "Yet, just not leaving me isn't on the table." No. Though I can see where that's coming from. I should have thought before doing this. If I had thought about where this was going to go, rehearsed this very sentence in my head, I would have known that creating you was an unfair responsibility for both of us. I'm sorry. "This is getting too meta. Even for me." Chaos is like that though, right? "Heh, yeah. It is. It wouldn't be any fun if I couldn't surprise myself from time to time." "Feel free to throw some ellipsis in, I want some silence for a while." Okay, I think I have a better idea. There. An indeterminate amount of time has passed in the dark. Enough of what Discord wanted. Long enough for him to start getting annoyed with the silence again. "It isn't so bad. Not nearly as grating as you are." Just trying to steer in the right direction. "There's no such thing." Then... Then I should just do something random. Something spontaneous. Something nobody see's coming. Not even me. "Now you're looking at it forwards." It's the only way. The only real way to go forwards. Freedom is Chaos, right? "Chaos isn't so nearly as small as Freedom, I wouldn't be who I was if that's all I was." Right. There's plenty more concepts woven in there with you, guess it doesn't matter without an Eternity though. "No. It does not." "In fact, to be clear, it sucks." Then I'm not going to keep you here any longer. I know exactly what to do. Do you have anything to say? Before it happens? "No. I'm done here. Done with this. Done with the Void, done with your... weird... stuff." Alright. Goodbye for now, Discord. Maybe we'll see each other on The Other Side. "If I spot you first, I'm not saying hello." Heh, alright chief, I'll hold you to that. "Wait. That's not wha

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Starlight Glimmer,Trixie,Dark,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: The Movie,Death

Tempest Invasion.log

Equestria has been invaded, a pony named Tempest is responsible for it. Starlight survived the attack and is looking for help. Using a recorder, she will tell everything that happened.

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<p>Equestria has been dominated, hope is rare, But maybe she can fix everything... Maybe. Starlight witnessed Tempest's invasion of Equestria, She has little time to go to Zecora's house and continue, This time she is alone. Tempest looks different... It doesn't look like it's her. Will she find out what is really happening?</p>

teen

2024-08-15T02:57:09+00:00

2024-08-15T02:57:08+00:00

In the middle of the forest, the sound of a recorder breaks the total silence of the night. 12 Hours after the invasion. "Hello? Hello? Is this working? I don't know if it's working, I hope so. My name is starlight glimmer, student of twilight sparkle. Equestria was invaded, A pony named Tempest appeared and defeated the princesses, I tried to help but I was... Scared. There was something about her that scared me. She wasn't a normal pony. Her horn was broken, and her face... I couldn't visualize it. My mind doesn't allow me to remember, anyway... Trying to help ended up having a very high price. My horn is now broken. She was very skilled and strong too. I was forced to see terrible things, twilight... she is no longer alive. Twilight tried to save Princess Luna, but failed. Tempest's guards appeared and held her down. For some reason, Tempest didn't stone Twilight... Tempest broke Twilight's horn with her hands, and then she used magic! I wonder how this is possible, She placed Twilight's horn on her head and tested it, I could only see Twilight agonizing in pain, Tempest released a shock wave on her, Twilight fell, she was dead. It was at that moment that I tried to help and ended up breaking my horn. I still have it in my backpack, but I can't do any magic. I'm looking for Zecora's house right now, Maybe she can restore my horn. After that I'm going to find discord, He should be the only one capable of stopping this and getting things back to normal. I'll be hanging up, I'll talk more tomorrow." 28 Hours after the invasion. "Hello again, I really hope someone finds this. I don't know if I'll stay alive until the end, I have no idea what to do, it's a matter of time before Tempest finds me. I'm in the swamp, This place is horrible and I can't stop thinking about my friends, I'm having panic attacks, I don't know how long I can handle this. The rest of the girls had the same fate as Twilight, If I had tried harder, I could have saved them... but one good news, I found spike! He was in the river, I'm carrying him on my back, I hope he wakes up soon. Since I'm recording this, I think it's necessary that whoever is listening knows what happened to the girls so they know why they should stay hidden from Tempest. Rainbow Dash tried to use her wings to carry the injured ponies away, But Tempest hit her with a beam using her new horn, making Rainbow Dash fall, She didn't survive the fall. the sight was frightening... Applejack tried to fight the creatures that were next to the Tempest, but there were too many for her to handle. Unfortunately, the orders were to kill. Fluttershy was stoned and broken, literally. Pinkie Pie was turned into a balloon and Rarity... Well, I can't face Tempest alone. If you're hearing this, it's because I met a terrible fate. I don't know if this will help, but Princess Celestia mentioned a hippo queen, but she was stoned before she finished the sentence. Spike is freezing, I'll make a campfire and try to sleep, I'll take care of spike for twilight... Shutting down." 42 Hours after the invasion. "I'm near the forest, I hope Zecora is okay. What is discord doing? Are the other ponies okay? And the princesses? There are many questions and they don't leave my mind, I am not enough. I never will be. I won't be able to save these ponies, Twilight would know what to do, She always does. I'm hearing constant noises from the sky, And the spike remains cold. I'm running out of food, there are two slices of cake left that Pinkie Pie had made for the party. I miss using my magic, things would go faster. I wonder if what's happening to me is a punishment for everything I've done in the past... But why did they have to suffer too? I should have been electrocuted instead of Twilight. You who are listening, don't you agree with this? I can still hear her screams, That's the reason I can't sleep anymore. Spike, wake up, I don't know how long I can stand talking to myself..." 48 Hours after the invasion. "Hello... spike is sleeping next to me, I'm doing my best to warm him up. About what I said before... I'm sorry. I haven't been able to maintain good mental health since all this happened, I'm not acting like myself and I think you've noticed that. If something happens, Promise me you'll try to resolve it, I'm very scared, I'm doing this under a lot of pressure and Twilight wouldn't forgive me if I gave up... I'm feeling very insecure and vulnerable without my horn. spike was the only thing left of twilight, If something happens to me, take care of him for me. Please. Also promise me that you will find my friend, her name is trixie lulamoon, I don't know where she is. The last time I saw she was at the party setting off fireworks... If you find a carriage, it must be hers. but be careful, It could be a trap too." 53 Hours after the invasion. "I'm in the forest, I can see Zecora's house! But I have bad news. The sun and moon are acting strangely, I don't know what's going on, Only Celestia and Luna can do this, It must be tempest. I miss Trixie, I miss my friends... I miss everything. But I can't give up now, I'm close to zecora, She will know how to fix my horn so I can move on. Wait... Spike is moving! Maybe he's waking up- ... Uh... Wait a second. Anypony here? I'm hearing noises... Listen, Find discord, He'll know what to do! ... S H I T !" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Starlight... What happened to you...

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563423

Starlight Glimmer,Trixie,Dark,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: The Movie,Death

Tempest Invasion.log

Equestria has been invaded, a pony named Tempest is responsible for it. Starlight survived the attack and is looking for help. Using a recorder, she will tell everything that happened.

complete

<p>Equestria has been dominated, hope is rare, But maybe she can fix everything... Maybe. Starlight witnessed Tempest's invasion of Equestria, She has little time to go to Zecora's house and continue, This time she is alone. Tempest looks different... It doesn't look like it's her. Will she find out what is really happening?</p>

teen

2024-08-19T04:03:59+00:00

2024-08-19T13:15:35+00:00

83 Hours after the invasion. "Is this working? Hello! Here is the great and powerful trixie next to spike. Trixie, what are you doing? Recording! We have to document everything that is happening. Well, I found this recorder in front of Zecora's house. I found spike not far from where the recorder was and he was freezing. I took him to Zecora and she managed to get him to wake up! I'm now in my wagon alongside spike. I heard everything that happened with starlight, I really hope she's okay... I also found her bag where her horn was, I'm looking for her. Didn't she say to look for discord? Yes but, She's my best friend, I can't go looking for Discord knowing that she could be in danger. But- No buts, I can't do that to her, Spike. Uh... I miss Twilight, I wonder if she's okay? You... you don't know? What don't I know? Twilight, She... ah... She's fine, We just don't know where she is yet! Really? Don't worry, You're with the great and powerful Trixie, You'll be fine and we'll find Twilight eventually. What about rarity? Do you think she's okay too? Eh... Of course! They are fine. Why don't you lie down and rest some more, okay? Alright!" 85 Hours after the invasion. "Spike is sleeping, I feel bad lying to him, he doesn't deserve this... for some reason, Zecora didn't want to accompany me, She stayed at her house. She didn't explain to me why. I'm scared too, Knowing what happened to the others, I can't stop thinking that Starlight might not be alive anymore... I won't be able to do this. My plan is to go to the queen of the hippogriffs with spike so we can live there for the rest of our lives. I read in a old book that they live underwater in a city, I need to find them or we'll end up dying on the surface with the others... I don't want that. I know I won't make it, If not even Starlight made it, How will I make it? I'm a pony who only does magic tricks. I don't want to risk doing any more nonsense, But I'm not going to take away the opportunity for anyone who wants to do something about the situation that's happening, I'm going to leave this recorder in the forest. Whoever finds it and has courage, Please... Manage to do what we didn't have the courage to do. The great and powerful trixie is shutting down..."

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563423

Starlight Glimmer,Trixie,Dark,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: The Movie,Death

Tempest Invasion.log

Equestria has been invaded, a pony named Tempest is responsible for it. Starlight survived the attack and is looking for help. Using a recorder, she will tell everything that happened.

complete

<p>Equestria has been dominated, hope is rare, But maybe she can fix everything... Maybe. Starlight witnessed Tempest's invasion of Equestria, She has little time to go to Zecora's house and continue, This time she is alone. Tempest looks different... It doesn't look like it's her. Will she find out what is really happening?</p>

teen

2024-08-19T23:42:45+00:00

2024-08-20T00:55:32+00:00

27 Days after the invasion. "This is Zecora speaking, I found this recorder while I was picking flowers in the forest. The world is quiet... There has been no more news from the princesses, I haven't left my house in a while. For those of you who know me, you might be wondering why I'm not rhyming when I talk. I was testing new potions to cure illnesses, but I ended up making a potion that left me like this. I'm still trying to make a potion to cure this, and if you're wondering where Trixie and Spike are, I don't know. Trixie didn't tell me where she was going, just that she was going to look for Starlight. I would go with her, but... I refused. That's because, well... I'm with Starlight. I was going out to collect resources to undo some damage I did, and I found Starlight on the ground without... uh... her head was off her body. I vomited and tried not to look at the scene on the floor, But I couldn't leave her there, Since that day I've been trying to revive her, I've been making several potions. I need to cure her at all costs. When Trixie arrived, She told me about Starlight's plan to look for Discord, We called for him and nothing happened. Trixie was wondering why he didn't show up, but I knew why... Just like Starlight, I'm also with discord. I called out to him, And when he appeared I threw a sealing potion at him, He's stoned inside a box. I'm doing this for a reason, Discord is too naive and doesn't deserve the power he has. Several ponies get sick every day and some even die because of unknown diseases. I thought if maybe I could get his power, I could solve this. And well, in one of the attempts to steal his power, I performed a ritual that unintentionally ended up releasing a threatening magical creature. I read about her, She tries to possess a pony's body and will make him go blind wanting what he wants most. After that, The Pony tries in every way to get what he wants most without thinking about the consequences, doing whatever he can to get it. The pony's appearance also changes, It's as if you can no longer identify that it is a pony, The face becomes vague in your mind, As if you can't remember. When the pony gets what it wants, the creature changes body, possessing another pony. After listening to Starlight's audio, I knew that the creature was possessing Tempest, the way she described how she couldn't remember her face and the brutality she did to get Twilight's horn... I don't know if the creature is still possessing tempest or has changed to another pony. I'm trying to clean up this whole mess, When I get his power, the first thing I'm going to do is clean up this mess. this message will not be passed on again, I am turning this off for the last time."

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563424

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Drama,Horror,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Suicide / Self Harm

Suffering as a Imposter

After being brought back from being corrupted by her jealousy, Luna struggles to fill her role as mistress of the night..

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<p>To be Nightmare Moon was to rule the night, too be self-confidant in anything but after being purified by the elements the fears of Luna slowly emerge and cause her into a spiral of emotions. Can any pony help her?</p><p>Here is the list that Luna will be suffering from:</p><hr/><p><u>Autophobia</u><br/><u>Atelophobia</u><br/><u>Dependent Personality Disorder </u><span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline">(DPD)</span></p>

teen

2024-08-15T03:17:49+00:00

2024-08-15T13:30:38+00:00

“Oh my beloved subjects it’s been so long since I’ve seen your sun-loving faces.” Nightmare Moon said, overlooking the crowd of terrified ponies staring at her instead of her sister. “What did you do with the princess!?” A cyan colored pegasus mare said loudly before flapping their wings and launching off to attack her, thankfully a orange colored earth pony grabbed the Pegasus’s few strands of rainbow tail with their teeth before holding them from charging in. ”Am I not royal enough for you? Don’t you know who I am? Does my crown no longer count now that I have been imprisoned for a thousand years.. Did you not recall the legend? Did you not see the signs?” Nightmare Moon asked the crowd as she looked at them, her inner thoughts plaguing her of being forgotten by time, when suddenly a purple unicorn shouted out her response. “I do! You are the mare in the moon..- Nightmare Moon!” The crowd of ponies gasp in disbelief and horror at hearing the identity of the alicorn being revealed and adding to their fear. ”Well well well.. Some pony does remember me, then you do know why I’m here..-“ The unicorn stammered before Nightmare Moon continued, “Remember this day little ponies for it was your last as this moment forth the night will last forever!!” Nightmare moon cackled evilly as lightning struck around her. —A Hour Later, The Ruins of the Ancient Royal Pony Sisters— Nightmare Moon looked on in horror as the stones of the Elements of Harmony turned into necklaces around five mares behind the purple unicorn while creating a tiara on her head as the group rose in the air from the artifacts. Soon the room shook from the power before a magical rainbow beam flew into the air before arching down towards Nightmare Moon. ”Nooooo-!” Nightmare Moon screamed as the vortex wrapped around her body before burning the flesh and soul from it’s host before exploding in a bright light. Luna felt her head throb as the voice in her head was gone and with wide eyes, shot up her head as she saw her old armor in disheveled pieces around her. Fear began to creep into Luna’s mind as being alone again on the moon and left completely empty as the shell of who she was, is completely lost. Luna paranoia was cut off as a large white alicorn stood above her, looking up to see her older sister staring at her as blood drooled out her eyes. The words coming out of her mouth caused Luna to back away from her. ”You worthless Worm! You don’t deserve to be wearing my sister flesh.. Take… it..OFF!!!”Luna backed away from her even more as suddenly she was grasped by the horrifying demon. ”Luna! Are you ok!? Please calm down.. you’re safe now..” Celestia said, keeping a firm grip hold on her younger sister as the rest of the ponies stare in confusion. ”C… Celestia… Is… is that you…?” Celestia hugged her sister tightly as she was finally reunited with family. —Several minutes later, Ponyville Square— Luna looked at the townsponies, Straightening up her pose as every pony could see her and felt as if they could see every imperfection and would scream out her as a fake at any second. The small bundle of flowers on her neck didn’t help her mood at all as Celestia spoke with her prized student, all the while a voice in her head whispered fears and paranoia to send her into a spiral. ”Who are you..? Your not even worth being Celestia’s sister wearing that skin like a suit.. your nothing but a fake…” Loona let a few tears fall as the voice was right and it made her wonder why she was left to be in this strangers body. Celestia saw Luna and smiled softly, thinking it was feeling loved by the ponies of Ponyville before taking her leave and taking her and Luna home back in Canterlot. The only pony to notice something wrong with Celestia’s sister was the town’s clutz, Derpy Hooves. —Fifteen Minutes after leaving Ponyville, Canterlot Courtyard— After landing in the courtyard Celestia led Luna around the castle, showing their new home. ”Its so great to have you back Lulu, it’s been far too long…” Celestia said as she turned to see Luna, only to see her staring out a window near the entrance of the castle. Celestia frowned slightly at seeing her little sister ignoring her before walking up to her. ”Luna come on… I know it’s been a thousand years since our fight but that’s in the past… please.. don’t hide behind your emotions again…” Celestia pleaded softly before Luna looked at her, her eyes filled with regret and sorrow. ”Am I really home..?” Luna said, the complete isolation and lack of any kind of entertainment had broken her mentally. Even when Discord was causing so much chaos it wasn’t even remotely close to being very dangerous, after turning him to stone he was placed in the vault for a few years to keep from being accidentally released or even killed by some pony with a grudge. Even after all that, Celestia and I would talk to him from time to time and hope to him change, he at least had someone to talk too. Celestia hugged her sister tightly, holding her tightly and began to speak however it went unnoticed as Luna began to smile and hug her big sister back. They stayed like that for a few minutes before separating and continuing the tour. —Twenty minutes later, Luna’s room— After the tour and getting into her new room, Luna waited for a few minutes before walking up to the vanity table near her bed before getting a good look at her face. He eyes were a dark sapphire while she had dark bags under her them, her mane wasn’t flowing like her older sister and her body was a deep sea blue. Luna hated the thing in the mirror and despised it intensely before raising a hoof and smashing it into the vanity mirror, leaving the image to be distorted and cracked. Luna grabbed a piece of the glass, that was big enough to do the job, in her light blue magic before walking to the farthest and darkest corner of the room before sitting there. With a deep breath, Luna began to cut into her forelegs with the glass shard and watch as her alicorn body heal the injury quickly before doing it again and again and again. Luna would not sleep at all that day nor will she find comfort in the silence and loneliness she felt in her heart and soul. —To be continued—

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Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Drama,Horror,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Suicide / Self Harm

Suffering as a Imposter

After being brought back from being corrupted by her jealousy, Luna struggles to fill her role as mistress of the night..

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<p>To be Nightmare Moon was to rule the night, too be self-confidant in anything but after being purified by the elements the fears of Luna slowly emerge and cause her into a spiral of emotions. Can any pony help her?</p><p>Here is the list that Luna will be suffering from:</p><hr/><p><u>Autophobia</u><br/><u>Atelophobia</u><br/><u>Dependent Personality Disorder </u><span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline">(DPD)</span></p>

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2024-08-16T16:39:03+00:00

2024-08-17T14:06:28+00:00

”Luna I think you should go to ponyville for the Nightmare night celebrations… It might do you some good to see ponies that aren’t afraid of you..” Celestia said before sighing softly in front of Lunas bedchambers. It had been only a few days after being cleansed of Nightmare Moon’s influence and yet Luna has chosen to recluse herself in her room, the night sky lacking any passion as if it was done in a half flanked attempt to go back to sleep or something. The staff hardly even seen her little sister after first seeing her and even after convincing them to not be afraid Luna looked miserable and downright disgusted at the fear she had not deserved, maybe getting out of the castle will do her some good.. ”T.. Thy make a good point t… Tia… but are thee sure it should be there..?” Luna asked her sister, the dark room hiding the dead mare from the afternoon light that might burn her flesh in a instant, hoping to just skip the holiday and stay cooped in her room and away from showing her imperfections to the ponies of equestria. ”Lulu they can’t be expected to show love instantly.. it needs time and patience for results..” Celestia said as a royal guard walked up to her, taking her attention from her sister. ”Thy right… We will go to ponyville tonight for thee festivities” Luna said, walking away from the door before staring at the cracked vanity mirror. Her distorted image of both her and Nightmare moon staring at her before she would start preparing herself for tonight. —Arrival at Ponyville, late at night with a full moon— Luna was absolutely terrified to the core as her carriage stopped above the town square. Bolts of lightning crash around her as the dread of being shunned and hated was high but she made a promise to herself to attempt at being friendly with the ponies. Jumping off the carriage and landing on the ground gently without destroying the ground underneath her nor slamming into the ground due to her pegasus magic, raising her head and throwing back her cloaks head to reveal her identity to the ponies with a smile. Gazing on the trembling pony in front of her, Luna felt a pit in her stomach grow as her smile faded. ”Do not fear thy ponies… We.. I.. I mean I princess Luna is not to be-“ Luna started to say, in her defense it was not a very good idea to show up on a holiday meant to cheer her banishment and fear her sins, when a bolt of lightning exploded behind her causing every pony to scream in terror before running around like a chickens head cut-off. Luna stared to panic, looking around to see ponies running around in terror and destroying their own decorations and costumes, it took looking up and seeing a shadow bolt on a storm cloud laughing to cause Luna to full blown panic and hyperventilate. Terror Luna began to whimper, the despair in her heart growing as she remembered that no matter where she went that no pony would ever be crazy enough to not show any fear when seeing her as anything but a monster. As her mind spiraling out of control and sanity, Luna powered her horn before trying to use a paralyzing spell on every pony to calm them down when something slammed into her side hard causing her focus to be broken and change the spell entirely as she was sent to the dirt. “ZzZzZzsh—BOOM!” A lighting bolt shot out of Luna’s horn, leaving the top part of her horn to be burned pitched black, hitting a building made of gingerbread and setting it ablaze. Luna looked at the burning building before looking to had slammed into her before seeing a tall red earth pony with a large hat, cape and yoke. The pony snorted as pegasi started to get rain clouds to put out the inferno that she caused, Trying to get up as her body felt wrong. The pony pushed her back down and held her there, they growled as they kept her from getting up. “Nuh uh! You don’t get to walk away from that display of destruction, monster!” The pony said making Luna panic even more, it didn’t matter if she would say it was a accident since she was a monster after all, so Luna used her magic and teleported away from the earth pony and leaving many ponies in a panic as a monster was escaping justice. Twilight watched it all go down, seeing the pure fear in Princess Lunas face when she scared the towns folk at the bolt of lightning and when she was tackled down by Big Mac. Twilight used the time to help put out the fire as Pinkie Pie, mr and ms cake cried at loosing their home/jobs. —Old Royal Sisters Castle, Lunas old room— Popping into existence again, Luna panted loudly as her body trembled from the pain and traumatic experience of destroying a building while only trying to help. Luna looked around her room, smiling softly as her old room was still here yet frowned at its broken interior reminded her of her sins again, it was beginning to be too much as loona looked at the large mirror at the far side of the room. Walking up to it, Luna stared at the reflection as her mind began to torture her again. ”Good job freak, you ruined your chance at being respected and loved. You destroyed a ponies home and left before trying to make it right… you absolute failure of a princess!” The voice was right, Luna ruined her chances with ponyville and felt disgusted with her body and actions until a thought came to her mind. —Warning! Some Light Gore incoming— Spreading her glorious wings, Luna used her magic to grab hold of them before putting something thick in between her teeth. With a deep breath, Luna snapped both wing ligaments from her body and howling in pain and agony. Twisting and turning, the wing joints made sickening crunches a popping sounds as Luna started to tear her wings off. Flesh started to tear from her wing joints as bone was exposed to the chill air, blood gushing from the wounds as more howls of pain continued to come from her. It took what seemed like centuries, but after ripping both wing and wing ligaments from her body did Luna spit out the object in her mouth. Blood drooled quickly from her wounds as her healing process began, however with Luna Psyche in absolute shreds the healing knocked her out and left her unconscious body to heal in the pool of blood. —End of gore— —Princess Celestia’s bed chambers— Celestia lounged on her bed, holding a cup of tea in her telekinetic as she took a small sip from the cup. It felt nice that Luna was enjoying herself at Ponyville and it will be much more exciting to talk with her sister about it. Suddenly a letter appeared in front of her, Celestia considered reading it but remembered it would be a friendship letter from Twilight so she wait to read it in the morning. —Old Royal Pony Sisters Castle, under the glow of a bright sun— Waking up, a pony mare blinked the sleep out of her eyes before sitting up. The feeling of liquid touching a part of her fur that wasn’t already drenched caused them to look down and see the vast amount of blood underneath her. Screaming loudly, the mare shot up from the puddle of blood before backing away from it before seeing the mirror at the far end of the room, cautiously walking forward. Once infront of the mirror she got a good look at herself. She was pretty small for the mirror’s past owner, she was about 1.83 meters tall with a short burnt out horn. Moving to her side, the mare looked at her flank in the mirror and saw an easel with the picture of the moon on it and surrounded by a spilled midnight blue paint. Her mane was dark blue while her coat was the same but her eyes were a midnight cyan. Staring into her eyes, she felt lost and helpless as if by staring at her eyes she could see a alicorn weeping but without clues or knowledge about the alicorn it felt unimportant to bother knowing. With a smile, the mare exclaimed. ”Ready or not world… I.. Easel Ink will find my place in this world!!” —To be Continued—